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In private brabble did we apprehend him.
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VIOLA.
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He did me kindness, sir; drew on my side;
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But, in conclusion, put strange speech upon me.
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I know not what 'twas, but distraction.
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DUKE.
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Notable pirate! thou salt-water thief!
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What foolish boldness brought thee to their mercies,
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Whom thou, in terms so bloody and so dear,
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Hast made thine enemies?
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ANTONIO.
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Orsino, noble sir,
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Be pleased that I shake off these names you give me:
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Antonio never yet was thief or pirate,
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Though, I confess, on base and ground enough,
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Orsino's enemy. A witchcraft drew me hither:
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That most ingrateful boy there, by your side
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From the rude sea's enraged and foamy mouth
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Did I redeem; a wreck past hope he was:
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His life I gave him, and did thereto add
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My love, without retention or restraint,
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All his in dedication: for his sake,
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Did I expose myself, pure for his love,
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Into the danger of this adverse town;
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Drew to defend him when he was beset:
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Where being apprehended, his false cunning,--
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Not meaning to partake with me in danger,--
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Taught him to face me out of his acquaintance,
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And grew a twenty-years-removed thing
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While one would wink; denied me mine own purse,
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Which I had recommended to his use
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Not half an hour before.
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VIOLA.
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How can this be?
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DUKE.
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When came he to this town?
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ANTONIO.
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To-day, my lord; and for three months before,--
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No interim, not a minute's vacancy,--
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Both day and night did we keep company.
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[Enter OLIVIA and Attendants.]
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DUKE.
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Here comes the countess; now heaven walks on earth.--
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But for thee, fellow, fellow, thy words are madness:
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Three months this youth hath tended upon me;
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But more of that anon.--Take him aside.
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OLIVIA.
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What would my lord, but that he may not have,
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Wherein Olivia may seem serviceable!--
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Cesario, you do not keep promise with me.
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VIOLA.
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Madam?
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DUKE.
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Gracious Olivia,--
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OLIVIA.
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What do you say, Cesario?--Good my lord,--
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VIOLA.
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My lord would speak, my duty hushes me.
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OLIVIA.
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If it be aught to the old tune, my lord,
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It is as fat and fulsome to mine ear
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As howling after music.
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DUKE.
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Still so cruel?
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OLIVIA.
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Still so constant, lord.
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DUKE.
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What! to perverseness? you uncivil lady,
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To whose ingrate and unauspicious altars
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My soul the faithfull'st offerings hath breathed out
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That e'er devotion tender'd! What shall I do?
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OLIVIA.
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Even what it please my lord, that shall become him.
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DUKE.
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Why should I not, had I the heart to do it.
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Like to the Egyptian thief, at point of death,
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Kill what I love; a savage jealousy
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That sometime savours nobly.--But hear me this:
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Since you to non-regardance cast my faith,
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And that I partly know the instrument
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That screws me from my true place in your favour,
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