Page 618 - Shakespeare - Vol. 3

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 [130]
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 beguil’d! [135]

VIOLA
Who does beguile you? Who does do you wrong?

OLIVIA

Hast thou forgot thyself? Is it so long?
Call forth the holy father.
(Exit an Attendant.)

DUKE
Come, away!

OLIVIA
Whither, my lord? Cesario, husband, stay!

DUKE
Husband!

OLIVIA
Ay, husband. Can he that deny? [140]

DUKE