Vio. And I, most jocund, apt, and willingly,
To do you rest, a thousand deaths would die.
[Going.
Oli. Where goes Cesario?
Vio. After him I love,
More than I love these eyes, more than my life;
If I do feign, you witnesses above,
Punish my life, for tainting of my love!
Oli. Ah me, forsaken! how am I beguiled!
Vio. Who does beguile you? who does do you wrong?
Oli. Hast thou forgot thyself? Is it so long?—
Call forth the holy father.
[Exeunt two Servants.
Enter Duke.
Duke. [To Viola.] Come away.