2 trick: if you will hang me for it, you may; but I had rather it would please you I might be whipp'd. Duke. Whipp'd first, sir, and hang'd after. Proclaim it, Provost, round about the city; 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 honour, thou shalt marry her. Lucio. Marrying a punk, my lord, is pressing to death, whipping, and hanging. Duke. Sland'ring a prince deserves it.She, Claudio, that you wrong'd, look you restore.Joy to you, Mariana!-love he 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; 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 your's, and what is your's is mine :So, bring us to our palace; where we'll show What's yet behind, that's meet you all should know. [Exeunt. |