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Who lies beneath that mantle?

The traitor, Count Arrezi.

Thus I yield up my sword as vanquish'd twice; Once by your arm, more by your courtesy.

Keep it, my lord; and with it take your freedom: We only ask of victory for peace.

The envoys of the emperor await Your leisure, to acknowledge you the lord Of Lucca.

Then Lucca's freedom is assured. High Heaven I thank thee! (Addressing the crowd.) My friends, Not on a day of victory and peace, Shall justice sternly ask its penalty Freely ye will forgive your enemies. Last night's conspirators I pardon here— Be they set free.