Hip. And I have seen in midst of all thy Anger, Thou’st turn’d away, and chang’d thy Words to Sighs; Dropt now and then a Tear, as if asham’d, Not of thy Injuries, but my little Merit. Amb. How weak and easy Nature makes me—Rise, I must forgive you both. Come, Sir, I know you long to be secur’d Of what you say you love so much, _Cleonte_. Franc. But, Madam, have you fully pardon’d me? Silv. We will all join in your behalf, _Francisco_. Cleo. I can forgive you, when you can repent. [Exeunt. 322 Scene II. _Carlo’s_ House. Enter _Olinda_ and _Dorice_. Olin. But is the Bride-Chamber drest up, and the Bed made as it ought to be? Dor. As for the making, ’tis as it use to be, only the Velvet Furniture. Olin. As it use to be? Oh ignorance! I see these young Wenches are not arriv’d yet to bare Imagination: Well, I must order it my self, I see that. Dor. Why, _Olinda_, I hope they will not go just to Bed upon their marrying, without some signs of a Wedding, as Fiddles, and Dancing, and so forth. Olin. Good Lord, what Joys you have found out for the first Night of a young Bride and Bridegroom. Fiddles and Dancing, ha, ha, ha! they’ll be much merrier by themselves, than Fiddles and Dancing can make them, you Fool. Enter _Haunce_ and _Gload_. Bless me! what is’t I see! [Stares on _Haunce_. Hau. Why! what the Devil means she? look about me, _Gload_, and see what I have that’s so terrible. Olin. Oh, I have no Power to stir, it is a Sprite. Hau. What does she mean now, _Gload?_ Glo. She desires to be satisfy’d whether we be Flesh and Blood, Sir, I believe. Hau. Do’st see nothing that’s Devil-wise about me? Glo. No, indeed, Sir, not I. Hau. Why then the Wench is tippled, that’s all, a small Fault. Olin. O, in the name of Goodness, Sir, what are you? Glo. Ay, Ay, Sir, ’tis that she desires to know. Olin. Who are you, Sir? Hau. Why who should I be, but he that’s to be your Master anon? 323 Glo. Yes, who should he be but _Myn heer Haunce van Ezel?_ Olin. What, did you come in at the Door? Hau. Yes, marry did I; what, do you think I creep in like a Lapland Witch through the Key-holes? Dor. Nay, nay, this cannot be the Bridegroom. Olin. No, for ’tis but a moment since we left him, you know, in my Lady’s Chamber. Hau. Very drunk, by this good Light. Dor. And therefore it cannot be _Myn heer Haunce_. Hau. What a Devil will you persuade me out of my Christian Name? Olin. The Priest has yet scarce done his Office, who is marrying him above to my Lady. Hau. _Salerimente_, here’s brave doing, to marry me, and never give me notice; or thou art damnable drunk, or very mad. Glo. Yes, and I am married to you too, am I not? [To _Olinda_. Olin. You? we know neither of you. Hau. Ha, ha, ha, here’s a turn for you. Enter _Carlo_. Car. Why, _Olinda_, _Dorice_, _Olinda_, where be these mad Girls? ’tis almost Night, and nothing in Order. Why, what now? Who’s here?