God save the Duke! Duke [mockingly] Duke Why, gentlemen, this simple fellow’s love Touches me much. [To the Citizen, harshly.] Go! [Exit Citizen, bowing.] This is the way, my lords, You can buy popularity nowadays. Oh, we are nothing if not democratic! [To the Duchess.] Duchess Well, Madam, You spread rebellion ’midst our citizens. Duchess Duchess My Lord, the poor have rights you cannot touch, The right to pity, and the right to mercy. Duke Duke So, so, you argue with me? This is she, The gentle Duchess for whose hand I yielded Three of the fairest towns in Italy, Pisa, and Genoa, and Orvieto. Duchess Duchess Promised, my Lord, not yielded: in that matter Brake you your word as ever. Duke Duke You wrong us, Madam, There were state reasons. Duchess
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