For here, I hope, begins our lasting joy.
Tis in my memory lock'd, And you yourself shall keep the key of it.
He took the bride about the neck and kissed her lips with such a clamorous smack that at the parting all the church did echo.
I hold the world but as the world, Gratiano!
Believe then, if you please, that I can do strange things. [Act 5, Scene 2]
I pardon him, as God shall pardon me.