Prate. Your majesty may mould me to your pleasure.
Cyp. I thank you, and will quittance it.
Now, Mechant, we restore you to your lands,
Your honours and near places, next ourself:
To all that feel distaste in any sore,
We give to cure them all our grace and favour.
Thus storms bring gentle sunshine; and our hands
May, after shipwreck, bring us to safe lands.
FINIS.
FOOTNOTES:
[222] Foolish.
[223] Thy tears are of the spears of crocodiles, are the words in both the quartos; probably the amendment of Mr Reed is correct.—Collier.
[224] [Old copies, My dearest dread, my best best.]
[225] i.e., What hath passed between you. See notes of Dr Johnson and Mr Steevens to "All's Well that Ends Well," act i. sc. 1.
[226] [Old copies, best.]
[227] Again, in Day's "Law Tricks," 1608, act iii.—