Amph. I cannot
Out of pity, sir.
Duke. Talk not of pity, if
Thou wilt show me none.
Amph. My pity is her due:
My love is yours.
Duke. O Amphelia, this was
A cruel way to make me happy. Thou'st
Better still have kept my joys unknown, than let
The knowing of it be my death. Once more,
My dear Amphelia, marry me.
Amph. Do not
Petition her; you may command in any
Thing but this.
Duke. Monster of villains, thou hast caus'd
All this! Executioner, immediately strike
Off his head.
Ort. I'm sure you will not let me die.
Duke. Impudent villain, dispatch him straight.
Ort. Hold, sir, 'tis only I can make you
Three happy, which if you do not confess,
When you have heard me speak, then let me die.
Duke. Well, let's hear it.