[Is he pardon’d]; and, for your lovely sake,
490 Give me your hand, [and say you will] be mine,
[He is] my brother too: but fitter time for that.
By this Lord Angelo perceives he’s safe;
Methinks I see a quickening in his eye.
Well, Angelo, your evil quits you well:
495 Look that you love your wife; [her worth worth yours].
I find an apt remission in myself;
And yet here’s one in place I cannot pardon.
[To Lucio] You, sirrah, that knew me for a fool, a coward,