_Duke._ Let all the rest give place. [_Curio and Attendants retire._ Once more, Cesario, Get thee to yond same sovereign cruelty: 80 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; But 'tis that miracle and queen of gems 85 That nature pranks her in attracts my soul. _Vio._ But if she cannot love you, sir? _Duke._ I cannot be so answer'd. _Vio._ Sooth, but you must. Say that some lady, as perhaps there is, Hath for your love as great a pang of heart 90 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 As love doth give my heart; no woman's heart 95 So big, to hold so much; they lack retention. Alas, their love may be call'd appetite,-- No motion of the liver, but the palate,-- That suffer surfeit, cloyment and revolt; But mine is all as hungry as the sea, 100 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,-- _Duke._ What dost thou know? _Vio._ Too well what love women to men may owe: 105 In faith, they are as true of heart as we. My father had a daughter loved a man, As it might be, perhaps, were I a woman, I should your lordship. _Duke._ And what's her history? _Vio._ A blank, my lord. She never told her love, 110 But let concealment, like a worm i' the bud, Feed on her damask cheek: she pined in thought; And with a green and yellow melancholy She sat like patience on a monument, Smiling at grief. Was not this love indeed? 115 We men may say more, swear more: but indeed Our shows are more than will; for still we prove 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 father's house, 120 And all the brothers too: and yet I know not. Sir, shall I to this lady? _Duke._ Ay, that's the theme. To her in haste; give her this jewel; say, My love can give no place, bide no denay. [_Exeunt._ LINENOTES: SCENE IV.] SCENE V. Pope. THE DUKE'S palace.] The Palace. Rowe. [5] _terms_] _tunes_ Knight conj. [13] _Seek_] _Go, seek_ Capell. [Exit Curio.] Pope. [17] _motions_] _notions_ Warburton (Theobald conj.). See note (IX). [20] _to the seat_] _from the seat_ Warburton.