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George Sewell [1723–5], The works of Shakespear in six [seven] volumes. Collated and Corrected by the former Editions, By Mr. Pope ([Vol. 7] Printed by J. Darby, for A. Bettesworth [and] F. Fayram [etc.], London) [word count] [S11101].
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SCENE VI.

Duke.
Let all the rest give place. Once more Cesario,
Get thee to yond same sovereign cruelty:
Tell her, my love, more noble than the world,
Prize snot 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
That nature pranks her in, attracts my soul.

Vio.
But if she cannot love you, Sir?

Duke.
It 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
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
So big to hold so much; they lack retention.

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Alas, their love may be call'd appetite:
No motion of the liver, but the pallat,
That suffers surfeit, cloyment, and revolt;
But mine is all as hungry as the sea,
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;
In faith they are as true of heart, as we.
My father had a daughter lov'd a man,
As it might be, perhaps, were I a woman,
I should your lordship.

Duke.
What's her history?

&plquo;Vio.
&plquo;A blank, my Lord: she never told her love,
&plquo;But let concealment, like a worm i'th' bud,
&plquo;Feed on her damask cheek: she pin'd in thought,
&plquo;And with a green and yellow melancholy,
&plquo;She sat like Patience on a monument,
&plquo;Smiling at grief. Was not this love indeed?
We men may say more, swear more, but indeed
Our shews are more than will; for still we prove
Much in our vows, but little in our love.

Duke.
But dy'd thy sister of her love, my boy?

Vio.
I'm all the daughters of my father's house,
And all the brothers too—and yet I know not—
Sir, shall I to this lady?

Duke.
Ay, that's the theam.
To her in haste; give her this jewel: say,
My love can give no place, bide no denay.
[Exeunt.

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George Sewell [1723–5], The works of Shakespear in six [seven] volumes. Collated and Corrected by the former Editions, By Mr. Pope ([Vol. 7] Printed by J. Darby, for A. Bettesworth [and] F. Fayram [etc.], London) [word count] [S11101].
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