Pol. My son, welcome from death.
Eug. Pardon me, good my lord, that I thus long
Have from your knowledge kept myself concealed;
My end was honest.
Pol. I see it was.
And now, son Philocles, give me thy hand.
Here take thy wife: she loves thee, I dare swear;
And for the wrong that I intended thee,
Her portion shall be double what I meant it.
Phil. I thank your lordship.
Pol. Brother Euphues,
I hope all enmity is now forgot
Betwixt our houses.
Euph. Let it be ever so. I do embrace your love.
Vir. Well, my life is say'd yet, [al]though my wench
Be lost. God give you joy.
Phil. Thanks, good my lord.
1st Judge. How suddenly this tragic scene is chang'd,
And turn'd to comedy!
2d Judge. 'Tis very strange!