There will be pardon, but from this day none.
Bid them disperse.
Pal.Those hundred men of mine,
Who lie in prison: is their pardon granted?
Mar. ’Tis I should plead for them. ’Twas I betrayed them.
Hu. Thou didst betray them?
Mar.Ay, sir.
Hu.’Tis nought but wonder.
Man. (to Pal.). This is a day of grace. None will resent
Our stretching mercy. I shall grant their pardon,