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But speak _Eugenio_, what hast thou to ask?
Whose timely Care prevented our undoing.
_Eug._ My Lord, you have a virtuous Niece, for whom I long have sigh'd, I beg your leave to own my Flame.
_Euph._ She's yours; I've often heard her praise _Eugenio_. And all Things else within my Power command.
My Lord the Governor, you alone seem sad.
_Gov._ I am not so at your good Fortune, but that my Nephew whom I have found so base, urg'd me to such Cruelty: Be gone, and hide thy ignominious Head, for I will never see thee more.
_Pirro._ No matter, I am free, and will enjoy myself in spight of all Mankind. [_Exit._
_Gov._ However this my Care shall do, I will solicit earnestly the King to mitigate this cruel Law, and make the Thefts of Love admit of Pardon.
Who have we here? they seem to rejoice too.
_Enter_ Larich _singing_, Francisco, Lavinia, Sancho _and_ Trist.
_Larich._ Ha, hey, what, every body in Joy! Good News, Coz, _Palante_ come off safe; my pretty Niece pleas'd here, and Son-in-law, _Francisco_, just receiv'd a certain Information of an Uncle's Death, that has left him, let me see, let me see; ay, ay, enough to please me.
_Sancho._ Nay, nay, hold, every body is not so well pleas'd neither; I am melancholy, I came hither to see the Execution; but I see no body has occasion to be hanged but myself, for I have lost my Mistress; faith I have, _Tristram_. What Account shall I give my Father of this Match?
_Tris._ Fackins, Master, I cannot tell.
_Larich._ Then _Lavinia_ is a pure Virgin still, for all the Tricks she play'd; faith she is: Was it not a sly one, ha, Brother?
_Gra._ I know nothing of the Matter.
_Luc._ Cousin, I wish you Joy, as large a Share as I possess, and Fate itself can give no more.
_Lav._ I am doubly bless'd to see you happy.
_Fran._ And I have nothing left to wish.
_Pal._ Come, my _Lucasia_, now we are bless'd, let us retire, and give a loose to Raptures yet unknown.
_Virtue survives thro' all the Turns of Fate,_ _Let not impatient Man think Mercy late;_ _For Heaven does still the justest Side regard,_ _And virtuous Lovers always meet Reward._
