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If I do not,
Let me find that my father ever hated,
Disgrace and blows.

THESEUS
Go lead the way; you have won it. [60]
It shall be so; you shall receive all dues

Fit for the honour you have won, ’twere wrong else. −
Sister, beshrew my heart, you have a servant
That, if I were a woman, would be master;

But you are wise.

EMILIA

I hope, too wise for that, sir. [65]
Flourish. Exeunt.

Scene V IT

Enter Gaoler’s Daughter alone.

DAUGHTER

Let all the dukes and all the devils roar;
He is at liberty. I have ventured for him,
And out I have brought him. To a little wood
A mile hence I have sent him, where a cedar

Higher than all the rest spreads like a plane, [5]
Fast by a brook, and there he shall keep close,
Till I provide him files and food, for yet
His iron bracelets are not off. O love,

What a stout-hearted child thou art! My father
Durst better have endured cold iron than done it. [10]
I love him beyond love, and beyond reason,
Or wit, or safety; I have made him know it.

I care not, I am desperate. If the law
Find me, and then condemn me for’t, some wenches,
Some honest-hearted maids, will sing my dirge, [15]
And tell to memory my death was noble,