BOSOLA.
Strangling; here are your executioners.
DUCHESS.
I forgive them.
The apoplexy, catarrh, or cough o'the lungs
Would do as much as they do....
.... My body
Bestow upon my women, will you?
Go, tell my brothers, when I am laid out,
They may then feed in quiet....
CARIOLA.
I will not die; I must not; I am contracted
To a young gentleman.
FIRST EXECUTIONER.
Here's your wedding-ring.
CARIOLA.
If you kill me now,
I am damn'd. I have not been at confession
These two years.