SIR WIL.  Kinsman.

BRO.  AND SIS.  Brother.

KATH.  Husband.

CHIL.  Father.

SCAR.  Hark, how their words like bullets shoot me thorough,
And tell me I have undone them:  this side might say,
We are in want, and you are the cause of it;
This points at me, y’are shame unto your house: 
This tongue says nothing, but her looks do tell
She’s married, but as those that live in hell: 
Whereby all eyes are but misfortune’s pipe,
Fill’d full of woe by me:  this feels the stripe.

BUT.  Yet look, sir,
Here’s your brothers hand in hand, whom I have knit so.

SIS.  And look, sir, here’s my husband’s hand in mine,
And I rejoice in him, and he in me.

SIR WIL.  I say, cos, what is pass’d is the way to bliss,
For they know best to mend, that know amiss.

KATH.  We kneel:  forget, and say if you but love us,
You gave us grief for future happiness.

SCAR.  What’s all this to my conscience?

BUT.  Ease, promise of succeeding joy to you;
Read but this letter.

SIR WIL.  Which tells you that your lord and guardian’s dead.

BUT.  Which tells you that he knew he did you wrong,
Was griev’d for’t, and for satisfaction
Hath given you double of the wealth you had.

BRO.  Increas’d our portions.

WIFE.  Given me a dowry too.

BUT.  And that he knew,
Your sin was his, the punishment his due.

SCAR.  All this is here: 
Is heaven so gracious to sinners then?

BUT.  Heaven is, and has his gracious eyes,
To give men life, not life-entrapping spies.

SCAR.  Your hand—­yours—­yours—­to my soul:  to you a kiss;
In troth I am sorry I have stray’d amiss;
To whom shall I be thankful? all silent? 
None speak? whist! why then to God,
That gives men comfort as he gives his rod;
Your portions I’ll see paid, and I will love you,
You three I’ll live withal, my soul shall love you! 
You are an honest servant, sooth you are;
To whom?  I, these, and all must pay amends;
But you I will admonish in cool terms,
Let not promotion’s hope be as a string,
To tie your tongue, or let it loose to sting.

DOC.  From hence it shall not, sir.

SCAR.  Then husbands thus shall nourish with their wives.
          
                                       [Kiss.

ILF.  As thou and I will, wench.

SCAR.  Brothers in brotherly love thus link together
          
                               [Embrace. 
Children and servants pay their duty thus.
                                   [Bow and kneel. 
And are all pleas’d?

ALL.  We are.

SCAR.  Then, if all these be so,
I am new-wed, so ends all marriage woe;
And, in your eyes so lovingly being wed,
We hope your hands will bring us to our bed.