For yourself, thank me that I do not give you up to the executioner,--recollect the wine of Cyprus.

Well, never tremble, man, it could not act on me, though it might re-act on others,--in that it is a common type of crime.

I forgive you; and if the wine should kill me, I promise you that my ghost shall not haunt so worshipful a penitent.
Enough of this.

Conduct me to the chamber of Isabel di Pisani; you have no further need of her.

The death of the jailer opens the cell of the captive.