Suspended. Tell, you merit much, my boy,
And shall a detur certainly receive
When your good deeds are presently made known
To all the Faculty.
(He puts handcuffs on the villains.)
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TONY (weeping). Please, don't; they're cold!
I did n't mean to do you any wrong,
And but looked on while Simple did the deed.
SIMPLE. Et tu Telle! thou treacherous wight!
Now let me die, for death indeed is sweet.
I thought a hero I perhaps might be.
Now let me die a martyr. So, lead on!
(Curtain falls.)