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.
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:
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.
[Exeunt.]
