Eug. Now comes my cue. [Aside.] My Lord Polymetes,
Under correction, let me ask one question.
Pol. What question? speak.
Eug. If this young lord
Should live, would you bestow your daughter willingly
Upon him? would you, my lord?
Pol. As willingly as I would breathe myself.
Eug. Then dry [up] all your eyes,
There's no man here shall have a cause to weep.
Your life is sav'd; Leucothoë is no heir;
[To Philocles.
Her brother lives, and that clears you, Count Virro,
Of your supposed murder.
All. How! lives?
Eug. Yes, lives to call thee brother, Philocles.
[He discovers himself.
Leu. O my dear brother!