VIOLA.
How can this be?
DUKE.
When came he to this town?
ANTONIO.
Today, my lord; and for three months before,
No int’rim, not a minute’s vacancy,
Both day and night did we keep company.
Enter Olivia and Attendants.
DUKE.
Here comes the Countess, now heaven walks on earth.
But for thee, fellow, fellow, thy words are madness.
Three months this youth hath tended upon me;
But more of that anon. Take him aside.
OLIVIA.
What would my lord, but that he may not have,
Wherein Olivia may seem serviceable?
Cesario, you do not keep promise with me.
VIOLA.
Madam?
DUKE.
Gracious Olivia—
OLIVIA.
What do you say, Cesario? Good my lord—
VIOLA.
My lord would speak, my duty hushes me.