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Intent Perished byried but as an il intent;
Most bounteous sir,
Merely, my lord.
It was commanded so.
For which I do discharge you of your office: Give up your keys.
Pardon me, noble lord :
Duke. I would thou had'st done so by Claudio.
Escal. I am sorry, one so learned and so wise As you, lord Angelo, have still appeared,
a slip so grossly, both in the heat of blood,
lack of tempered judgment afterward.
Crave death more willingly than mercy;
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epent ma fault, on me, noble
one hand, a; but fitte he's safe :
This, my lord. Duke. There was a friar told me of this man:Sirrah, thou art said to have a stubborn soul, That apprehends no further than this world, And squar’st thy life according. Thou’rt condemned; 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 muffled fellow's that?
Prov. This is another prisoner, that I saved, That should have died when Claudio lost his head; As like almost to Claudio as himself. [Unmuffles CLÁUDIO. Duke. If he be like your brother, [To ISABELLA,) for
his sake Is he pardoned; 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 quickening 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 ;You, sirrah, [To Lucio] that knew me for a fool, a coward, One all of luxury, an ass, a madman; Wherein have I so deserved 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 whipped.
Duke. Whipped first, sir, and hanged after.-
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 making me a cuckold.
Duke. Upon mine honor, thou shalt marry her.
Lucio. Marrying a punk, my lord, is pressing to death, whipping, and hanging
Duke. Slandering a prince deserves it. She, Claudio, that you wronged, look you restore. Joy to you, Mariana !— Love her, Angelo; I have confessed 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; The 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.