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To me most sad, Mine age grows fast upon me; and to have A stain thrown now upon our House, by one So eminent in all appearancies Of good, it makes my wishes hast to meet The sweet peace of my grave: but yet Cardente I am not easy to believe. Is she not in love? Would that help To clear suspicion? Use no threats, But mild persuasions; such as may become The place: and urge them home before the presence Fills with more number. Here she is. 2 Scene. En ter Amanda. Of what? Practice it. (To Fidelio. 3 Scene. Enter Po lemici, Vittorio, A Lady and Be venti. 'Twill be a perfect trial. I embrace ye; You're welcome home to peace, Salute. That hit you home. To Beneventi. Peace thus plays with war, And makes it pastime. My Lord Corvino, If your consent will ratify— You have it; And I as freely pardon both your faults: Your frailty does excuse them. It hath restored thee likewise To my now rectified opinion: Blessings dwell with you. He's my son, And shall inherit honours and possessions, With virtues to their best dependences; Grant that you Like of the election, And the solemnities of both their marriages To morrows sun shall gaze at. We'll expect. Exeunt Bonar. Spur. Am. Fidem. DId she reveal't her self Candente to you? Or else do you conclude it from some circumstance? In such a cause I would not have credulity Mock it self into error.