life according。 Thou'rt condemn'd; But; for those earthly faults; I quit them
all; And pray thee take this mercy to provide For better times to come。
Friar; advise him; I leave him to your hand。 What muffl'd fellow's that?
PROVOST。 This is another prisoner that I sav'd; Who should have died
when Claudio lost his head; As like almost to Claudio as himself。
'Unmuffles CLAUDIO' DUKE。 'To ISABELLA' If he be like your
brother; for his sake Is he pardon'd; and for your lovely sake; Give me
your hand and say you will be mine; He is my brother too。 But fitter time
for that。 By this Lord Angelo perceives he's safe; Methinks I see a
quick'ning in his eye。 Well; Angelo; your evil quits you well。 Look that
you love your wife; her worth worth yours。 I find an apt remission in
myself; And yet here's one in place I cannot pardon。 To Lucio' You; sirrah;
that knew me for a fool; a coward; One all of luxury; an ass; a madman!
Wherein have I so deserv'd of you That you extol me thus? LUCIO。 Faith;
my lord; I spoke it but according to the trick。 If you will hang me for it;
you may; but I had rather it would please you I might be whipt。 DUKE。
Whipt first; sir; and hang'd after。 Proclaim it; Provost; round about the city;
If any woman wrong'd by this lewd fellow… As I have heard him swear
himself there's one Whom he begot with child; let her appear; And he shall
marry her。 The nuptial finish'd; Let him be whipt and hang'd。 LUCIO。 I
beseech your Highness; do not marry me to a whore。 Your Highness said
even now I made you a duke; good my lord; do not recompense me in
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making me a cuckold。 DUKE。 Upon mine honour; thou shalt marry her。
Thy slanders I forgive; and therewithal Remit thy other forfeits。 Take him
to prison; And see our pleasure herein executed。 LUCIO。 Marrying a punk;
my lord; is pressing to death; whipping; and hanging。 DUKE。 Slandering a
prince deserves it。 Exeunt OFFICERS with LUCIO She; Claudio; that you
wrong'd; look you restore。 Joy to you; Mariana! Love her; Angelo; I have
confess'd her; and I know her virtue。 Thanks; good friend Escalus; for thy
much goodness; There's more behind that is more gratulate。 Thanks;
Provost; for thy care and secrecy; We shall employ thee in a worthier place。
Forgive him; Angelo; that brought you home The head of Ragozine for
Claudio's: Th' offence pardons itself。 Dear Isabel; I have a motion much
imports your good; Whereto if you'll a willing ear incline; What's mine is
yours; and what is yours is mine。 So; bring us to our palace; where we'll
show What's yet behind that's meet you all should know。 Exeunt
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