Although by [confiscation] they are ours,
We do instate and widow you [withal],
To buy you a better husband.
Mari.
O my dear lord,
I crave no other, nor no better man.
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425 Duke. Never crave him; we are definitive.
Mari. Gentle my liege,— [Kneeling.]
Duke.
You do but lose your labour.