_Isab._ That part her modesty will ask from me: I'm to inform you then, that this disguise hides other mysteries besides a woman; a large and fair estate was cover'd by it, which with the lady now will be resigned to you. 'Tis true, in justice it was yours before; but 'tis the God of Love has done you right. To him you owe this strange discovery, thro' him you are to know the true _Camillo_'s dead, and that this fair adventurer is daughter to _Alvarez_. _Lor._ Incredible! but go on; let me hear more. Don _Fel._ She'll tell thee the rest herself, the next dark night she meets thee in the garden. _Lor._ Ha!--Was it _Camillo_ then, that I---- _Isab._ It was _Camillo_ who there made you happy: And who has virtue, beauty, wit and love----enough to make you so, while life shall last you. _Lor._ The proof she gives me of her love, deserves a large acknowledgment indeed. Forgive me therefore, _Leonora_, if what I owe this goodness and these charms, I with my utmost care, my life, my soul, endeavour to repay. _Cam._ Is it then possible you can forgive me? _Lor._ Indeed I can; few crimes have such a claim to mercy; but join with me then, dear _Camillo_, (for still I know you by no other name) join with me to obtain your father's pardon: yours, _Leonora_, too, I must implore; and yours, my friend, for now we may be such. [_To ~Carlos~._] Of all I ask forgiveness. And since there is so fair a cause of all my wild mistakes, I hope I by her interest shall obtain it. _Alv._ You have a claim to mine, _Lorenzo_, I wish I had so strong a one to yours; but if by future services, (tho' I lay down my life amongst 'em) I may blot out of your remembrance a fault (I cannot name) I then shall leave the world in peace. _Lor._ In peace then, Sir, enjoy it; for from this very hour, whate'er is past with me, is gone for ever. Your daughter is too fair a mediatrix to be refus'd his pardon, to whom she owes the charms she pleads with for it. _From this good day, then, let all discord cease; Let those to come be harmony and peace; Henceforth let all our diff'rent interests join, } Let fathers, lovers, friends, let all combine, } To make each other's days as blest, as she will mine._ } [_Exeunt._ EPILOGUE, Written by Mr. =Motteux=.