_Cro._ Oh! lay by These instruments of death, and welcome To your arms, what you durst never hope to imbrace: This is _Sebastian_, this _Nicusa_, Madam: Preserv'd by miracle: look up dear _Sir_, And know your own _Rossella_: be not lost In wonder and amazement; or if nature Can by instinct, instruct you what it is, To be blessed with the name of Father, Freely enjoy it in this fair Virgin. _Seb._ Though my miseries, And many years of wants I have endur'd, May well deprive me of the memory Of all joys past; yet looking on this building, This ruin'd building of a heavenly form In my _Rosilla_; I must remember, I am _Sebastian_. _Ros._ Oh my joyes! _Seb._ And here, I see a perfect model of thy self, As thou wert when thy choice first made thee mine: These cheeks and fronts, though wrinkled now with time Which Art cannot restore: had equal pureness, Of natural white and red, and as much ravishing: Which by fair order and succession, I see descend on her: and may thy virtues Wind into her form, and make her a perfect dower: No part of thy sweet goodness wanting to her. I will not now _Rosilla_, ask thy fortunes, Nor trouble thee with hearing mine; Those shall hereafter serve to make glad hours In their relation: All past wrongs forgot; I'm glad to see you Gentlemen; but most, That [it] is in my power to save your lives; You say'd ours, when we were near starv'd at Sea, And I despair not, for if she be mine, _Rosilla_ can deny _Sebastian_ nothing. _Ros._ She does give up her self, Her power and joys, and all, to you, To be discharged of 'em as too burthensom; Welcome in any shape. _Seb._ Sir, in your looks, I read your sute of my _Clarinda_: she is yours: And Lady, if it be in me to confirm Your hopes in this brave Gentleman, Presume I am your servant. _Alb._ We thank you Sir. _Amin._ Oh happy hour! _Alb._ O my dear _Aminta_; Now all our fears are ended. _Tib._ Here I fix: she's mettle, Steel to the back: and will cut my leaden dagger, If not us'd with discretion. _Cro._ You are still no changling. _Sebast._ Nay, All look chearfully, for none shall be Deny'd their lawful wishes; when a while We have here refresh'd our selves; we'll return To our several homes; and well that voyage ends, That makes of deadly enemies, faithful friends. [_Exeunt._ Wit at several weapons. A COMEDY. The Persons represented in the Play.