Come, boy, with me; my thoughts are ripe in mischief:
I'll sacrifice the lamb that I do love,
To spite a raven's heart within a dove.
VIOLA And I, most jocund, apt and willingly,
To do you rest, a thousand deaths would die.
OLIVIA Where goes Cesario?
VIOLA After him I love
More than I love these eyes, more than my life,
More, by all mores, than e'er I shall love wife.
If I do feign, you witnesses above
Punish my life for tainting of my love!
OLIVIA Ay me, detested! how am I beguiled!
VIOLA Who does beguile you? who does do you wrong?
OLIVIA Hast thou forgot thyself? is it so long?
Call forth the holy father.
DUKE ORSINO Come, away!
OLIVIA Whither, my lord? Cesario, husband, stay.
DUKE ORSINO Husband!
OLIVIA Ay, husband: can he that deny?
DUKE ORSINO Her husband, sirrah!
VIOLA No, my lord, not I.
OLIVIA Alas, it is the baseness of thy fear
That makes thee strangle thy propriety:
Fear not, Cesario; take thy fortunes up;
Be that thou know'st thou art, and then thou art
As great as that thou fear'st.
[Enter Priest]
O, welcome, father!
Father, I charge thee, by thy reverence,
Here to unfold, though lately we intended
To keep in darkness what occasion now
Reveals before 'tis ripe, what thou dost know
Hath newly pass'd between this youth and me.
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