And so I would do still.
Cur. She must be sent indeed from Heaven,
If you receive her now.
Fred. Is Cloris dead? Oh, how I was to blame! Weeps.
—Here thou mayst finish now the Life thou threaten’st.
Cur. Now, Sir, you know my Justice and my Power;
Yet since my Prince can shed a Tear for Cloris,
I can forgive him; here, Sir,—send me to Cloris, Kneels, and offers his Sword.
That Mercy possibly will redeem the rest
Of all the Wrongs you’ve done me;