Act 2
SCENE I
Enter TRAPPOLIN, solus.
TRA. This banish'd life is very doleful! I walk, I know not whither; and every step I go, Flametta comes into my mind. I think how she cried when we parted, and swore that she would go too -- and certainly so she would, if I had not told her she was not banish'd and might not. Farewell, my true Flametta, and the devil take the two scurvy lords Barbarino and Machavil; for Captain Mattemores, he is a prattling ass, but by my conscience he could ne'er ha' turn'd me loose for such a matter. Farewell, my draughts of Montefiascone and Bologna sausages. Methinks this is a very melancholy place; I have not seen a living body these two hours but they had wings or four legs. Let me bethink me whither to betake myself, for in Tuscany stay I must not; I'd to Rome and turn friar, if I had any Latin in me. There is nothing of Milan or Naples without. I mean to turn soldier for one dinner a day. Farewell all my good suppers -- I was wont to have the wenches I help'd gentlemen to. Venice, aye, that's the likeliest place of all; and there I'll follow my own tradeI love to be fing'ring of Mons and Polax ryals. Well then, I'll to Venice and turn pimp -- it is a good, gainful life in Italy, full of ease and pleasure, especially if the flesh be young and handsome. Methinks I hear a bustling in yon trees -- I hope it be not a thief, for then I shall lose the ring Brunetto gave me, and may go hang myself. Yon's an old man, and he be one I care not for, sure. I shall be good enough for him.
Enter MAGO a conjuror.
MAGO. Son, you are banish'd; I know all the matter.
TRA. 'Tis true old friend, I am indeed; but how the devil came you to know it?
MAGO. Why, the devil told me.
TRA. Alas that e'er I was born! I pray you, father conjuror, do not hurt me.
MAGO. Son Trappolin, I am so far from hurting thee that thee I do intend to make a Prince.
TRA. I pray you pardon me, father conjuror, I have no mind to domineer or swagger in hell.
MAGO. You understand me not. Thou shalt return to Florence.
TRA. And be hanged there for my labour!
MAGO. Be honoured there and be suppos'd the Duke who now in Milan is about his wife.
TRA. Faith, if you can bring this about, father conjuror, I should laugh indeed. But suppose it could be done when his Highness comes? Woe be to my neck!
MAGO. No fear at all. Leave all to me, and but remember what I say and thou art safe.
TRA. Faith I know not what to think of this, but conjurors can do much.
MAGO. I'll do it, never doubt. Come near to me. Within this circle, go and do not fear though thou seest devils skip about thee.
TRA. Father conjuror, farewell! I'd rather live in banishment than see the devil!
MAGO. Thou silly fellow, do not fear. In this,
Myriads of fiends dare not nor can they hurt thee.
Here thou shalt stand as safe from any danger
As ever thou didst yet in any place.
Think'st thou I have so little power over spirits
As they dare disobey what I command?
Tell me thy wish, and if thou hast it not
Before thy face, I'll sink away with fear.
Give me thy hand and come.
TRA. Father conjuror, i'faith I wish nothing more than what you have promised me already. Could that be done? I need ne'er be a pander again.
MAGO. Why do you stay?
TRA. Shall I be safe?
MAGO. As free from peril as you can desire.
TRA. Why then I'll venture being for such a matter. But, honest father conjuror, if for fear I chance to die, let not your devils take my body.
MAGO. Come, do not fear at all; there is no need.
TRA. I will venture but I pray you, let not the devils come too near me.
MAGO. You that below frequent the Stygian lake
And in Cocytus waves do bathe yourselves:
You that upon the strands of Phlegeton
Do use to walk: attend unto my charms,
Appear, I charge thee to appear thou fiend,
Thou that over man's head power hast: appear!
Eo, thou spirit, come!
TRA. Good father conjuror,
Let not the devils be too ugly lest I play the sloven and annoy your nose.
MAGO. Fear not.
Enter EO.
TRA. Honest master conjuror, yonder comes your devil! Pray you, circle me once more for I'm afraid he'll be too bold with me.
MAGO. Not all the fiends that are in hell can do
The least annoyance to thee, Trappolin.
Thou art safe and so believe thou art. Come, Eo.
Give me that hat enchanted.
EO. Here it is. Command me aught else?
MAGO. No: vanish now.
Son Trappolin, observe me well. This hat
Keep always on thy head: 'tis Eo call'd.
One of the things will make thee thought a Prince.
TRA. 'Tis none of the handsomest; mine's of a better block, I think some Naples devil made it. 'Tis so high crowned, one that saw me in this would rather think me a fool than a Duke.
MAGO. Meo, thou spirit of magic glass, appear!
I charge thee in dread Pluto's name to come.
TRA. More devils yet! Is the circle sure, father conjuror? And 't be not, I pray you, take an order with it; I have no mind at all to venture myself against the devil.
MAGO. Have I not told thee, thou art safe? Fear not.
Enter MEO.
TRA. Yonder's another devil, I think of Moran, for he brings a looking glass with him.
MAGO. Deliver it. Begone.
TRA. I thank you for it, besworn; for in good earnest, father conjuror, I would have as little the company of your devils as is possible.
MAGO. But before I give you this mirror, son,
Receive this powder by magic art compos'd
And secret spells. He upon whom thou flingest it,
It hath such hidden virtue in it, will
Be took by all for Trappolin.
TRA. For me?
MAGO. Yes, certainly for thee.
TRA. Say you so! Why, then i'faith with all my heart, give it me. I swear unto you, old father, the very best man in Tuscany shall be Trappolin.
MAGO. Here put it up, and keep it safe.
TRA. An I do not, hang me!
MAGO. Now are you ready for the looking glass.
TRA. I am very ready indeed.
MAGO. Son Trappolin, this looking glass was wrought
In the deep caverns of the dark abyss
Compos'd of the mud of Phlegeton
And with the blood of tortur'd miscreants.
It is a mirror I have studied long
And now have brought unto perfection.
This, upon thee I do bestow a gift
Such as the crowns of Emperors could not buy.
TRA. And yet, father conjuror, I have seen half a dozen better sold for a pistole.
MAGO. They were the work of mortals. When thou hast
A cloak, I'll give thee too, but look in this
And thou shalt see thyself the Duke; and if
When he returns again, thou meetest him,
But throw the powder on him first; an he
Begins to rage, bid him look in't and it
Will show him the reflection of thee.
TRA. Say you so? Why, then give me the glass.
MAGO. Here. Stand still, I will now raise up the fiend
That hath the cloak which I have promised thee.
TRA. Father conjuror, as you love your son Trappolin, give me another circle or two; for I promise you, I fear this almost worn out.
MAGO. Still thou dost fear? Be bold and confident.
Hell cannot hurt thee as thou stand'st.
TRA. Why, then let him come.
MAGO. In Proserpine's dread name, our sovereign queen,
Areo, I do charge thee to appear!
Thus by the waft of this enchanted wand
I do command thee, fiend, unto this place.
Enter AREO.
TRA. No more, father conjuror -- hold, here comes the devil! He's a tailor in hell-fire, for he brings a cloak.
AREO. Thou against whom fierce Cerberus dares not bark,
Here is the cloak, which to obey thy will
We that thy servants are, have made.
MAGO. 'Tis well. Begone; I license thy depart.
This cloak, Son Trappolin, doth perfect thee the Duke.
TRA. I know not, but on my conscience, the poorest of his Highness' servants ne'er wear a worse. It seems to me to have been made of these miserable thefts of a beggarly tailor; 'tis of so many colours, and for the fashion of it, by your leave, father conjuror, 'tis very clownish and something inclining to the fool's fashion.
MAGO. Thy words, son Trappolin, are vain. Those counts
And marquesses that swagger it in gold
Shall not appear so glorious to the eyes
Of men as thou in this.
TRA. Father conjuror, I'll be rul'd by you. Put on!
MAGO. Thou art the great Duke now in show; the wisest
Judgments will believe thee so.
Now take the glass and see thyself in't.
TRA. Beseech your Highness, pardon me;
A poor subject of yours, for a small matter
Banish'd by envious lords I am.
MAGO. Why Trappolin, what folly is this!
TRA. Besworn to you father, I thought I saw his Highness, and was a begging to be pardoned.
MAGO. Away with ignorance: 'twas thy reflexion.
As thou didst seem unto thyself, so thou
Shalt likewise to the world appear.
Now mark me: Not one of these can make thee like the Duke.
They altogether do. Ne'er leave them off,
Without thou art secure; for one but missing,
Thou wilt appear thyself. The hat is call'd
After the devil's name that brought it: Eo.
The looking glass: Meo. The cloak: Areo.
And there are fiends within them.
TRA. Father conjuror, I thank you for your kindness; take all your ware again. Carry so many devils about me, so I shall be sure to be carried to the devil by 'em?
MAGO. Suspect no hurt, they can as well destroy
Their immortality as do thee harm.
TRA. Why then, honest father conjuror, I'll venture myself among them; But I swear unto you, if they begin to stir, I'll e'en fling them all away without more ado.
MAGO. Farewell, son Trappolin; return to Florence
And flourish in the pleasures of the Court.
Other affairs command me to be gone.
Give me thy hand. Farewell, son Trappolin.
TRA. Be not so hasty, my dear old father; one word before you go. How shall I say that I bring not my Duchess with me, but come alone?
MAGO: Why, anything what you will.
TRA. I'll make 'em believe, then, that I licensed her to stay as long as she pleases, and that I came alone to see how they governed in my absence.
MAGO. 'Twill do. Now, have you done with me?
TRA. I have. I thank you for all your things here. Fare you well, honest father conjuror.
Exit MAGO.
Now Trappolin is no more Trappolin. What I am in my glass? I'll look again. The great Duke! Ha! 'Tis well, 'tis very well. This scurvy cloak doth seem his gallant one; and this base hat his Highness' beaver; my face, my body, legs and all, seem changed, i'faith. The conjuror is a wondrous learned fellow. You scoundrel lords that banish'd me, I'll make sport with your scurvy honours, that I will! Eo, Meo and Areo, attend unto your offices well, and guard your friend.
SCENE II
Enter SFORZA the Duke of Milan, HORTENTIA the Duchess, ISABELLA his sister,
LAVINIO the Great Duke, with Attendants.
SFO. Most noble brother, for so the temple rites
Of Hymen done do license me to call you:
Honour our entertainment one half hour
Longer, and we will leave you with your bride.
LAV. Great Prince, the glories you have done me here,
I leave to future chronicles to tell,
And still you do increase them! Sure no man
In Milan ever did receive such honours.
You always shall command me.
SFO. Sir, we deserve no compliments: we have
Our wishes if you but rest satisfied
Of our good meaning.
LAV. Most gracious madam, the Roman Emperors
Would have wondered at your
Court, had they but known it.
Which of them all would not have bless'd his fates
For the fruition of so rich a beauty
As is the matchless Lady Isabella?
ISA. Sir, of your own you may say what you please,
But I am sure you overpraise me much.
LAV. Dearest of all the world, thou dost deserve
Princes and poets both to speak thy worth.
Bless'd be the powers divine, that me of all
Mankind did choose to make most fortunate,
In giving me the glory of the earth.
SFO. Sit down, most noble brother, from your bride
We will not part you. Sister, this place is yours
So let them now begin.
Enter HYMEN, LUNA, MARS, MERCURY, JUPITER, VENUS, SATURN, SOL, after music.
HYM. Hither we are, descended from above,
To gratulate your nobly grounded love,
That you most worthy, happy pair should know,
The gods themselves are pleased with what you do.
Me, you have honoured; and to honour you
I have brought the deities along, which do
Command and rule the days that they may bless
You all the year with plenteous happiness.
May Tuscany's cities boast of Milan's spouse,
And future ages, when they would compose
One grac'd with all the virtues, her express
To be a lady like this Milaness;
And may the most ingenious Florentines,
Your citizens, great Duke, busy their minds
In writing and in singing marriage songs,
Delectable epithalamiums,
While you do live, love ever, and may you
Continually your generous heats renew.
Thus Hymen wishes: and it will go hard
If what a god says gods do not regard.
Thus I could spend the night but that would prove
A wrong unto my rites, and to your love.
Here they dance and HYMEN leads it.
LUNA. Cynthia I am, that with my borrowed light
Outshine the stars and do command the night.
Many a time when else I veil'd would ride,
I will appear to see you with your bride.
Lamps nor wax lights, you shall not need, for I,
Instead of them, will evermore be by;
And may you in this life you have begun,
Equal in love me and Endymion.
MARS. Though my aspect be fierce and wars presage,
To you they shall be such as lovers wage:
Sweet kisses, soft embraces, and such things
As amorous Queens enjoy and amorous Kings.
You, therefore, without pity both may fight
Battles not full of danger, but delight;
And may they last until I part you two
Which I do promise I will never do.
MER. Hermes I am, Maja's wing'd son; and shine
Among the planets in a globe of mine.
And though, 'tis true, I favour thefts and sleights,
Yet will do none t' diminish your delights.
Love, therefore: laugh and kiss, embrace, and be
Secure nothing can hurt you, without me;
And if I ever do, may I forego
My sphere, and live among the fiends below.
JUP. Of all the gods and goddesses I am
The most supreme and bear the chiefest name;
For love, what is it that I have not done
To bring my wishes to conclusion?
I for myself have done no more than I
Will do for you, to make you live in joy.
Therefore, most happy pair of lovers, fear
Nothing since Jove himself doth hold you dear.
Live merrily and let this be your mover,
That Jupiter himself was once a lover.
A SONG
[Can be sung to to the tune Live With Me and Be My Love. -- TF]
VENUS.
Since in my orb I shined fair
And lovers did befriend
The morning and the evening star
I never could command.
Heaven blessed pair, none like to you,
Whom time shall never make untrue.
May Hesperus and Vesper lose
Their lights, fair Venus fall,
If all her power she doth not use
To prosper you withal.
May other deities grant you life;
I'll make you loving man and wife.
SAT. Though I am old, and rigid in aspect,
And cold, and youthful sports do not affect,
And though my influences many ways
Adverse to others be and cross their days,
For you, heaven loved pair, myself I'll force
And run a milder and a gentler course.
His ancient custom, Saturn will forget.
Rise for your pleasures, for your pleasures set.
Doubt me not: therefore for my vow is strong
That for your sakes, again I wish me young.
SOL. Phoebus I am, the glorious guide of day,
That all the planets lighten with my ray.
I am the brightsome, lightsome charioteer,
That heaven and earth adorn within my sphere;
And know what 'tis to be in love, since I
Followed my Daphne, who from me did fly.
May I lose all my glory, all my beams
Fall like my Phaethon int' ocean streams,
If all my faculties I do not try
To make you live in joy, and love enjoy.
In summer time, when you int' arbours go,
I will not shine to trouble you below;
Will only peep to see you kiss and smile,
To make me think this I have done; erewhile
In winter season, when the frost doth stay,
And hinder rivers to go on their way,
When flakes of snow do cover earth's green face,
I, for your sakes, will thaw off both, apace.
In pleasures evermore you shall accord.
Apollo cannot falsify his word.
Here they dance another dance which HYMEN leads.
HYM. The gracious planets which command the days
By powerful influences you have heard
To bless you both, according to their ways,
Vowing to be your keepers and your guard.
Them, for your sakes, with me I brought along
That they might prosper you as well as I
Because this marriage knot I'd tie so strong
That it there nothing ever should untie.
You, whom the heavens will prosper all your life,
You whom on earth there's nothing can offend,
Most happy pair, most happy man and wife,
Your lives in love wear out and in love end;
Nor shall a poet, hired for his gain,
Upon your tomb a feigned verse engrave.
Men's tongues and tears shall make you both remain
Above the power of an epitaph
But may you live till you aweary be,
Not of youselves, but of these earthly sports,
And the eternal joys above would see
Which ever are in Jove's immortal courts.
Thus unto you do gods their wishes give
And unto them may you according live.
Exeunt MASKERS.
SFO. I think, Hortentia, now the mask is done,
Our brother gladly would go to his rest.
HORT. And it is time. Most noble brother, when
You please we will attend you to your chamber;
And sister we will see you laid in bed.
Methinks it is a very pretty thing
To see a virgin bride look pale and blush.
ISA. 'Tis sport to others; to the maid 'tis none.
LAV. Most excellent Princess, when you please, let's go;
For now each minute is as tedious to me,
As years have been, so much I do desire
The chaste embraces of my matchless spouse.
SFO. And worthy friend, let us entreat your stay
As long in Milan as is possible.
You cannot be in Florence more beloved,
Nor by the better nor the meaner sort.
LAV. What I can do you know, you may command
Unto my utmost power.
HORT. Lights.
LAV. My fairest, dearest love, your hand. This part
Of happiness makes me suppose the rest.
Exeunt.
SCENE III
Enter MATTEMORES.
MAT. Those lazy times that do degenerate minds
And breed new thoughts in most heroic hearts,
By noble spirits are to be abhorr'd
And loathed as the ruin of their souls.
Whilst I did follow the triumphant war
Through fire and blood, I was a happy man;
I thought no pleasure was a parallel
To the loud cry of mortal wounded foes.
But now, I am transformed from myself.
Hipolita hath charm'd me with a look!
May I but hear her speak, how I rejoice;
May I but hear her sing, I think me blest.
O how my heart's ashamed of my tongue,
Which, never until now, effeminate thoughts
Could win upon. O would to heaven this lady
Were but a man, and circled round with death,
That I might kill her and release myself;
Or were she like the warlike Amazon,
With whom renowned Theseus did contend,
That with my honour I might challenge her
For an enchanter and a witch. How fondly
And foolishly I rave! Strongest resolutions
A woman's powerful beauty doth destroy.
He that can conjure men, unpeople towns,
Cover the sea with fleets, drink rivers dry
With armed squadrons, he conducts to fight
Whom potent Monarchs fear and Emperors wish
To make their friend, a lady's smile or eye
Subdues above resistance and makes die.
Enter HORATIO and PRUDENTIA.
HORA. Most dearest, worthiest Princess, I am blest
Above the proudest of my former wishes.
Your love to me was like a thing desired,
But far from expectation; as men
Forlorn and wretched being content to die
And sure to suffer, wish to live, although
They fully do despair of life. Of late,
Even so was it with me. I lov'd you
Above my life's expression, but did ever
Despair the blessedness of such an honour.
PRU. My dear Horatio, I cannot speak
So well as you, but I can love as truly.
MAT. A strange discovery! I will retire
More close and hear the rest.
PRU. And noble sir,
Because I know my brother, the great Duke,
Will not at all or scarce allow this match,
I will with you, whensoever you command,
Leave Florence; and what fortune it shall please
The gods to send us, bear with cheerfulness.
HORA. Excellent, merciful Prudentia,
I must pray Heaven make you a full requital;
For I shall ever be unable.
PRU. I cannot stay longer with you now.
At our next meeting, I'll cloy you with
My company. A kiss! Farewell, my heart's best pleasure.
Exit PRUDENTIA.
HORA. Let others travel Italy all over
To talk of such a city, such a place --
Go to magnificent and holy Rome,
Once the sole empress of the conquered world,
To Venice' rich commanding politic,
Unto sweet Naples, plenteous in ability,
Unto great Milan, unto fat Bologna,
Civil Ferrara, Ariosto's town,
Strong walled Padua, which Antenor built
The Trojan prince and Titus Livius fames
For his nativity and sepulchre,
To subtle Bergamo, most highly honoured,
For near relation to Torquato Tasso,
To proud and stately Genoa, renown'd
By her seafaring citizen Colombo,
Worthy Verona, old Catullus' city,
Bloody Peruggia, warlike Bessia,
Glorious Mantua, Virgilius Maro's birth place,
Good Rimini, iron Pistoya,
Fine languag'd Sienna and industrious Lucca,
Odd humour'd Forly, honest old Ravenna,
Ill aired Simegallia, Capua
Effeminate and amorous wherein
The Carthaginian captain's soldiers were
Spoil'd and debauch'd with pleasures,
Pisa hanging Pesaro a garden of best fruits,
Ancona Prais'd for the Port Loyal and true,
Urbino round, Ascoli long, Recanati built
Upon a steep hill's ridge, Foligno full
Of sugry streets among the Apennine,
Faro for handsome women most extoll'd
And Modena, happiest of them all.
From beauteous, comely Florence, when I part
Without Prudentia, thunder strike my heart!
Exit.
MAT. A gallant resolution. For the man
I cannot blame him; but the Princess, she
To look so low and dote upon a slave
Seems very strange and full of wonder to me.
Had Delphian oracles, ever ador'd
For uttering truth, spoke this, I should have doubted!
She whom we thought a saint, a pattern for nuns,
Thus to forget herself! It doth amaze me.
O women, I could rage against the sex!
And lov'd I not Hipolita, I would.
She cannot hear me: and I needs must speak
A word or two. They are all false and fickle all!
The poison of men's happiness within,
Though they are fair without, most full of sin.
Enter BARBARINO and MACHAVIL.
BAR. Good morrow, Captain Mattemores.
MAC. How do you, Captain?
MAT. Your honour's humble slave; I am well but sad,
And so had all the court good cause to be,
Did they but know so much as I.
BAR. Why, Captain, what's the matter?
MAT. I'll not be silent for her honour's sake:
Prudentia the Princess is in love
With whom do you suppose, my lords?
MAC. I think with none; for we all know she yet
Hath slighted Modena's and Parma's Duke,
And seem'd careless of mankind.
MAT. Alas! She were most happy were it one of them.
It is Brunetto she's in love withal.
BAR. How!
MAC. Impossible!
MAT. It is a thing most true! My eyes and ears
Have seen and heard it while I stood unseen.
MAC. You amaze us!
BAR. It is a thing I never should have thought,
Though spent my life in fond imaginations.
MAT. As I have seen an amorous cloud receive
A stately hill into her lovely breast,
And of his lofty head our eyes bereave
And seem to lull his senses unto rest,
So did the scornful lady deign to leave
All her majestic state, and sore opprest
With inward flames, her eager arms she cast
About his neck, kiss'd, and embrac'd him fast.
BAR. Wonders!
MAC. How the great Duke will rage!
MAT. And do you not, my lords, in time prevent them,
They'll steal away, I fear; for so she vow'd
When he but said the word she would.
MAC. By his imprisonment, we'll hinder that.
Enter HORATIO.
BAR. Here is the man we spake of!
MAC. For the Princess' honour, let us keep it close
As possible we can. You of the guard!
Enter the GUARD.
BAR. Seize on Brunetto: carry him to prison.
Bid Puchannello keep him safe; 'Tis our pleasures.
HORA. What violence is this? O, had I been suffered to wear a sword, some of you should pay dearly for it!
MAC. Away with him!
Exeunt the GUARD with HORATIO.
MAT. My lords, you have done wisely to prevent
So great a dishonour as might have ensu'd,
Tainted the family of the Medicis
And been a lasting sorrow to the Duke.
Enter TRAPPOLIN.
BAR. His Highness is returned!
MAC. Great sir, upon our knees we welcome you.
You come unlook'd for; we did not expect
This happy time so soon by fourteen days.
Where is our Duchess?
TRA. Your Duchess will not come till the gods know when, for I do not; I have given her leave to stay as long as she will. But besworn, I fear you have governed but scurvily in my absence! I hear that you have banished an honest poor man call'd Trappolin: is it true?
MAC. So please your Highness, he deserv'd no less.
TRA. Why, what hurt had he done? Had he knocked anybody on the head? What was his fault?
BAR. He was a pander, and corrupted youth.
TRA. You lie, sirrah! Not panders but whores do that -- and not they neither, if they be sound. Banish one of my subjects for such a matter! Besides, were there no more in Florence but he?
MAC. Be not displeased, we humbly pray your Highness,
For we did think we did it for the best.
MAT. I wonder at our Duke in this!
TRA. Well, I am very weary; I left all my train behind with my wife, and rid as fast as I could drive that I might come unlooked for, the better to see how you behaved yourselves -- which you have done bad enough. When I was almost at Florence, a saucy varlet robbed me and stole my horse from me, so that I was beholding to my legs to bring me hither. Barberino and Machavil, come you hither both of you!
MAC. What is your Highness pleasure?
TRA. Sirrah Barberino, hold by Machavil's breeches and stoop; for on thy back I will ride to my palace.
BAR. I'll go fetch a coach for your Highness.
TRA. The devil take your coaches! Stoop, I say, without more ado. Where is your obedience?
MAT. I think the Duke's run mad, or foxt soundly at the least! I know not what to think of this.
TRA. You sirrah Don, run by my side, supply my lackey's office. Wonder not, but obey.
MAT. There is no remedy. Heaven be merciful, I think his Highness ran mad for fear when he was robbed!
TRA. Now on -- and do not loiter. Thus like the Roman Emperors will I ride to triumph through Florence. Stumble not, you had best. Chariots then carried a Tuscan noble; me, mine is the statelier and the braver way. Eo, Meo and Areo -- thanks!
MAT. He jeers us and miscalls us!
TRA. On apace, that I may quickly be in my palace!
Exeunt omnes.