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Duke.Once more, Cesario, | |
Get thee to yon same sovereign cruelty: | |
The parts that fortune hath bestowd upon her, | |
Tell her, I hold as giddily as fortune; | |
But tis that miracle and queen of gems, | 5 |
That nature pranks her in, attracts my soul. | |
Viola.But if she cannot love you, sir? | |
Duke.I cannot be so answerd. | |
Vio.Sooth, but you must. | |
Say, that some lady, as perhaps there is, | 10 |
Hath for your love as great a pang of heart | |
As you have for Olivia: you cannot love her; | |
You tell her so; must she not, then, be answerd? | |
Duke.There is no womans sides | |
Can bide the beating of so strong a passion | 15 |
As love doth give my heart: no womans heart | |
So big, to hold so much; they lack retention. | |
Alas! their love may be calld appetite, | |
No motion of the liver, but the palate, | |
That suffer forfeit, cloyment, and revolt; | 20 |
But mine is all as hungry as the sea, | |
And can digest as much: make no compare | |
Between that love a woman can bear me, | |
And that I owe Olivia. | |
Vio.Ay, but I know, | 25 |
Duke.What dost thou know? | |
Vio.Too well what love women to men may owe: | |
In faith, they are as true of heart as we. | |
My father had a daughter lovd a man, | |
As it might be, perhaps, were I a woman, | 30 |
I should your lordship. | |
Duke.And whats her history? | |
Vio.A blank, my lord. She never told her love, | |
But let concealment, like a worm i the bud, | |
Feed on her damask cheek; she pind in thought; | 35 |
And with a green and yellow melancholy, | |
She sat like patience on a monument, | |
Smiling at grief. Was not this love indeed? | |
We men may say more, swear more; but indeed | |
Our shows are more than will; for still we prove | 40 |
Much in our vows, but little in our love. | |
Duke.But died thy sister of her love, my boy? | |
Vio.I am all the daughters of my fathers house, | |
And all the brothers too. | |
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