_Oli._ What do you say, Cesario? Good my lord,-- 100 _Vio._ My lord would speak; my duty hushes me. _Oli._ If it be aught to the old tune, my lord, It is as fat and fulsome to mine ear As howling after music. _Duke._ Still so cruel? _Oli._ Still so constant, lord. 105 _Duke._ What, to perverseness? You uncivil lady, To whom ingrate and unauspicious altars My soul the faithfull'st offerings hath breathed out That e'er devotion tender'd! What shall I do? _Oli._ Even what it please my lord, that shall become him. 110 _Duke._ Why should I not, had I the heart to do it, Like to the Egyptian thief at point of death, Kill what I love?--a savage jealousy That sometime savours nobly. But hear me this: Since you to non-regardance cast my faith, 115 And that I partly know the instrument That screws me from my true place in your favour, Live you the marble-breasted tyrant still; But this your minion, whom I know you love, And whom, by heaven I swear, I tender dearly, 120 Him will I tear out of that cruel eye, Where he sits crowned in his master's spite. Come, boy, with me; my thoughts are ripe in mischief: I 'll sacrifice the lamb that I do love, To spite a raven's heart within a dove. 125 _Vio._ And I, most jocund, apt and willingly, To do you rest, a thousand deaths would die. _Oli._ Where goes Cesario? _Vio._ After him I love More than I love these eyes, more than my life, More, by all mores, than e'er I shall love wife. 130 If I do feign, you witnesses above Punish my life for tainting of my love! _Oli._ Ay me, detested! how am I beguiled! _Vio._ Who does beguile you? who does do you wrong? _Oli._ Hast thou forgot thyself? is it so long? 135 Call forth the holy father. _Duke._ Come, away! _Oli._ Whither, my lord? Cesario, husband, stay. _Duke._ Husband! _Oli._ Ay, husband: can he that deny? _Duke._ Her husband, sirrah! _Vio._ No, my lord, not I. _Oli._ Alas, it is the baseness of thy fear 140 That makes thee strangle thy propriety: Fear not, Cesario; take thy fortunes up; Be that thou know'st thou art, and then thou art As great as that thou fear'st. _Enter_ Priest. O, welcome, father! Father, I charge thee, by thy reverence, 145 Here to unfold, though lately we intended To keep in darkness what occasion now Reveals before 'tis ripe, what thou dost know Hath newly pass'd between this youth and me.