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changeable taffeta, for thy mind is a very opal. I would have men of such
constancy [75] put to sea, that their business might be everything, and their
intent everywhere, for that’s it that always makes a good voyage of nothing.
Farewell.

Exit.

DUKE
Let all the rest give place.
(Exeunt Curio and others.)
Once more, Cesario [80]

Get thee to yond same sovereign cruelty.
Tell her my love, more noble than the world,
Prizes not quantity of dirty lands;
The parts that fortune hath bestow’d upon her,
Tell her I hold as giddily as fortune: [85]

But ’tis that miracle and queen of gems
That nature pranks her in, attracts my soul.

VIOLA
But if she cannot love you, sir?

DUKE
I cannot be so answer’d.

VIOLA
Sooth, but you must.

Say that some lady, as perhaps there is, [90]
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 answer’d?

DUKE
There is no woman’s sides

Can bide the beating of so strong a passion [95]
As love doth give my heart; no woman’s heart
So big, to hold so much: they lack retention.

Alas, their love may be call’d appetite,