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Wherein haye I so deserved of you,
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 whip'd.
Duke. Whip'd first, Sir, and hang'd: after. · Proclaim it, provost, round about the city; If any woman's 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 whip'd and hang'd.
Lucio. I beseech your Highness, do not marry. me to a whore! Your Highness said even now, 1 made you a Duke; good my Lord, do not recompence 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. Sland'ring & Prince deserves it. She, Claudio, that you wrongd, look you re
store. Joy to you, Mariana! love her, Angelo;
I have confess'd her, and I know her virtue. : Thanks, good friend Escalus, for thy much good
There's more behind, that is more gratulaté. —
The offence pardons itself. Dear Isabel,
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
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** TWELFTH · Night.] There is great reason to believe, that the serious part of this Comedy is founded on some old translation of the seventh history in the fourth volume of Belleforest's His. toires Tragiques. Belleforest took the story, as usual, from Bandello. The comic scenes appear to have been entirely the production of Shukspeare. It is not impossible, however, that the circum: stances of the Duke sending his Page to plead his cause with the Lady, and of the Lady's falling in love with the Page, ete. might be borrowed from the Fifth Eglog of Barnaby Cooge, published with his other original Poems in 1563:
A worthy Knyght dyd love her longo
„And for her sakc dyd fcale
„By frowning for nue's wheale.
„Whom so muche he dyd truste, „That all the secrets of his hart
„To hym declare he muste.