Outside the prison
Enter with the Nobles, Lussurioso from prison.
LUSSURIOSO
My lords, I am so much indebted to your loves
For this, oh, this delivery!
FIRST NOBLE
But our duties,
My lord, unto the hopes that grow in you.
LUSSURIOSO
If e’er I live to be myself, I’ll thank you.
Oh liberty, thou sweet and heavenly dame!
But hell for prison is too mild a name.
Exeunt.