Alci. Never King
Pour'd forth his mercie on a worthier subject.
Ber. To witness my repentance for the wrong
In my unjust suspicion I did both;
I join in the same suit.
Lis. The life you give,
Still ready to lay down for your service,
Shall be against your enemies imploy'd,
Nor hazarded in brawles.
All. Mercie, dread Sir.
King. So many pressing me, and with such reasons
Moving compassion, I hope it will not
Be censur'd levity in me, though I borrow
In this from justice to relieve my mercy;
I grant his pardon at your intercession,
But still on this condition; you Lisander,
In expiation of your guilt, shall build
A monument for my Cloridon, and C[h]rysanthes:
And never henceforth draw a Sword, but when
By us you are commanded, in defence of
The flower de Luce, and after one years sorrow
For your dear friend, Cleander's wretched fate,
Marry Calista.
Enter Lidian.
Lis. On your sacred hand, I vow to do it seriously.
Lid. Great Sir, stay,
Leave not your seat of justice, till you have
Given sentence in a cause as much important
As this you have determined.
King. Lidian?
Enter Clarange, and Frier.