As I, Duke Vincentio, sit back in Vienna,
I am pleased with myself.
Nothing was achieved by my leaving,
except that I was able to propose to Isabella.
As long as impersonating a sacred religious figure is not a crime,
I have managed to save the day while abstaining from fault.
Angelo was a hypocrite;
Isabella lied to everyone about sleeping with him;
Claudio broke the rule of sex outside of marriage;
Lucio abandoned his prostitute wife and child
(though he was the only one to get punished for his misconduct).
My citizens continue to live lawlessly under my lenient rule,
but at least I am loved by my people.
I am not exactly sure what was gained by appointing Angelo in my stead,
because I ultimately undid his plans to enforce the law
with intricate plots that somehow succeeded.
Now, if only Isabella would see the good in me and become my wife . . .
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