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This is another prisoner that I saved

Provost
This is another prisoner that I saved
Who should have died when Claudio lost his head,
As like almost to Claudio as himself.
 He unmuffles Claudio.

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.—

Duke, to Isabella
If he be like your brother, for his sake
Is he pardoned; and for your lovely sake,
Give me your hand and say you will be mine,Synecdoche
He is my brother too. But fitter time for that.Anapodoton
By this Lord Angelo perceives he’s safe;
Methinks I see a quick’ning in his eye.—
Well, Angelo, your evil quits you well.
Look that you love your wife, her worth worth yours.Antanaclasis
I find an apt remission in myself.
And yet here’s one in place I cannot pardon.
 To Lucio.  You, sirrah, that knew me for a fool, a coward,
One all of luxury, an ass, a madman.
Wherein have I so deserved of you
That you extol me thus?
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
Whipped first, sir, and hanged after.—
Proclaim it, provost, round about the city,
If any woman wronged 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 finished,
Let him be whipped and hanged.
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 honor, 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.Hyperbole

Duke
Slandering a prince deserves it.
 Officers take Lucio away.
She, Claudio, that you wronged, look you restore.—
Joy to you, Mariana.—Love her, Angelo.
I have confessed 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.
Th’ offense pardons itself.—Dear Isabel,
I have a motion much imports your good,
Whereto if you’ll a willing ear incline,Synecdoche
What’s mine is yours, and what is yours is mine.—Chiasmus
So, bring us to our palace, where we’ll show
What’s yet behind that’s meet you all should know.
 They exit.

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Act 5
Scene 1
Line 559

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