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You, sirrah, that knew me for a fool, a coward,
One all of luxury, an ass, a madman:
Wherein have I so deserv’d of you
That you extol me thus? [500]
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
Whipp’d first, sir, and hang’d after.
Proclaim it, Provost, round about the city, [505]
If any woman 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 whipp’d and hang’d. [510]
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. [515]
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. [520]
She, Claudio, that you wrong’d, look you restore.
Joy to you, Mariana; love her, Angelo:
