FRUIT. He was poor, And by the law could not recover it; Therefore this means was taken. By this deed They have convey'd it hither, where it ought Of right to be: are you content with this? And all the rest of your estate is yours. LADY C. With all my heart. FREE. Madam, the deed is good. LADY C. For that estate which justly is pass'd over To Scudmore's heir, I am so well content, As that, before these gentlemen, I promise To pay him back all the arrearages Of whatsoever profits I have made. FRUIT. I thank your ladyship. Now know your chaplain, That wanted orders. [_Discovers himself._ LADY C. Master Scudmore living! EUPH. My friend, how couldst thou keep conceal'd so long From me? SCUD. Excuse it, noble Euphues. ART. O happiness beyond what could be hop'd! My Eugeny is safe, and all his griefs At quiet now. EUG. Is this a vision, A mere fantastic show, or do I see Scudmore himself alive? then let me beg Pardon from him. SCUD. Long ago 'twas granted: Thy love I now shall seek. But though awhile For these my ends I have conceal'd myself, I ever meant to secure thee from danger. EUG. What strange unlook'd-for happiness this day Has brought forth with it! SCUD. To tell you by what means I was most strangely cur'd, and found a way How to conceal my life, will be too long Now to discourse of here; I will anon Relate at large. But one thing much has griev'd me, That my too long concealment has been cause Of so much sorrow to my constant love, The fair Matilda. Sir, she is your niece, Let me intreat my pardon, next to her, From you. EARTH. You have it. Go, good Theodore, And bring her hither, but prepare her first: Too sudden apprehension of a joy Is sometimes fatal. THEO. I'll about it gladly. [_Exit._ SIR ARG. Dear cousin Eugeny, if I yet may be Thought worthy of that name, pardon my crime, And my whole life, how short soe'er it be, Shall testify my love to be unfeigned. EUG. I do forgive you freely. Now to you, Grave sir, in whose rich bounty it must lie, To make me happy in conferring on me So bright a jewel as Artemia, 'Tis your consent I beg. FREE. You have it freely; Her heart I know she gave you long ago, And here I give her hand. EUG. A richer gift Than any monarch of the world can give: Bless'd happiness? Gently my joys distil,[20] Lest you do break the vessel you should fill. _Enter_ BARNET, DOTTEREL, LADY WHIMSEY. EUPH. Here comes another couple to make up The day's festivity. Joy to you, madam! LADY W. Thanks, noble Euphues. DOT. We have tied the knot, That cannot be undone: this gentleman is witness Of it. BAR. Yes, I saw it finish'd.