Moc. For my part, though I had no conscience to act it,
I have not the heart to deny it; and therefore expect
Your sentence; for mercy, I hope none nor favour.
Lio. What says th' accuser?
Luc. Please your princely wisdom,
He slew a man was destin'd for my husband;
Yet, since another's death cannot recall him,
Were the law satisfied, and he adjudg'd
To have his goods confiscate, for my own part,
I could rest well content.
Moc. With all my heart;
I yield possession to whomsoe'er
She shall choose for a husband. Reach a paper
Or blank: I'll seal to it.
Luc. See, there's a writing!
Moc. And there's my hand to it:
I care not what the conditions be.
Lio. 'Tis well: whom will you choose in place of the other?
Luc. Then, sir, to keep his memory alive,
I'll seek no further than this officer.
Lor. How? choose a common serjeant for her husband!
Æmi. A base commendadore! I'll ne'er endure it.