NOBLE. Pah, pah! why, with your own face; they desire no other. WIDDOW. Pardon me, worthy Sirs; I and my daughter have wrongd your loves. MUCK. Tis easily pardon’d, Lady, If you vouchsafe it now. WIDDOW. With all my soul. FRANCES. And I with all my heart. MOLL. And I, Sir John, with soul, heart, lights and all. SIR JOHN. They are all mine, Moll. NOBLE. Now, Lady, What honest Spirit but will applaud your choice, And gladly furnish you with hand and voice? A happy change which makes e’en heaven rejoice. Come, enter into your Joys, you shall not want For fathers now; I doubt it not, believe me, But that you shall have hands enough to give ye. [Exeunt omnes.] Deus dedit his quoque finem. FINIS