Page 1206 - Shakespeare - Vol. 3

For that he knew you, might reproach your life,
And choke your good to come. For his possessions,
Although by confiscation they are ours, [420]
We do instate and widow you with all,

To buy you a better husband.

MARIANA
O my dear lord,
I crave no other, nor no better man.

DUKE
Never crave him; we are definitive.

MARIANA
Gentle my liege −

DUKE
You do but lose your labour. [425]

Away with him to death. [To Lucio] Now, sir, to you.

MARIANA
[kneeling]
O my good lord − sweet Isabel, take my part;
Lend me your knees, and all my life to come
I’ll lend you all my life to do you service.

DUKE
Against all sense you do importune her. [430]
Should she kneel down in mercy of this fact,
Her brother’s ghost his paved bed would break,
And take her hence in horror.

MARIANA

Isabel!
Sweet Isabel, do yet but kneel by me;
Hold up your hands, say nothing: I’ll speak all. [435]
They say best men are moulded out of faults,