ACT IV., SCENE I.

[ANTONIO _solus_.]

ANT. Thus, by great favour of propitious stars, From fearful storms, shipwreck and raging billows, [And] merciless jaws of death, am I return'd To th' safe and quiet bosom of my country And wish'd embracements of my friends and kindred. The memory of these misfortunes pass'd Seasons the welcome, and augments the pleasure I shall receive of my son Lelio And daughter Flavia. So doth alloy Make gold, that else were useless, serviceable; So the rugg'd forehead of a threat'ning mountain Heightens[327] the smoothness of a smiling valley.