Page 619 - Shakespeare - Vol. 3

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 [145]
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 [150]
Hath newly pass’d between this youth and me.

PRIEST

A contract of eternal bond of love,
Confirm’d by mutual joinder of your hands,
Attested by the holy close of lips,
Strengthen’d by interchangement of your rings, [155]
And all the ceremony of this compact

Seal’d in my function, by my testimony;
Since when, my watch hath told me, toward my grave
I have travell’d but two hours.

DUKE
O thou dissembling cub! What wilt thou be [160]

When time hath sow’d a grizzle on thy case?
Or will not else thy craft so quickly grow
That thine own trip shall be thine overthrow?
Farewell, and take her, but direct thy feet

Where thou and I henceforth may never meet. [165]