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SCENE XII.
and last.To them, KING, LUCIO, &c.
KING.
Where is she? Let me strain her to my heart.—
They cannot part us now, my joy! my comfort!—
Thou generous youth! How can my o'erflowing soul
Find words to thank thee?—Words! Poor recompense!
Here I invest thee with the forfeit lands,
The wealth and honours of that prostrate traitor.
This too is little—then receive her hand,
Due to thy love, thy courage, and thy virtue,
And joys unutterable crown your union.
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