In a foolish dream, in a gloomy labyrinth, I hunted shadows, disdaining thy true love. Forgive thy servant, who repents his madness. Forgive Adonis and he shall faithful prove.
ANNE What should I forgive? Thy ravishing penitence blesses me, dear heart, and brightens all the past. Kiss me, Adonis, the wild boar is vanquished.
TOM Embrace me, Venus: I've come home at last!
ANNE, TOM Rejoice, beloved: In these fields of Elysium, space can not alter, nor time our love abate. Here has no words for absence or estrangement, nor now a notion of ''almost'' or ''too late.''