VIOLA.
Who does beguile you? Who does do you wrong?
OLIVIA.
Hast thou forgot thyself? Is it so long?
Call forth the holy father.
[Exit an Attendant.]
DUKE.
[To Viola.] Come, away!
OLIVIA.
Whither, my lord? Cesario, husband, stay.
DUKE.
Husband?
OLIVIA.
Ay, husband. Can he that deny?
DUKE.
Her husband, sirrah?
VIOLA.
No, my lord, not I.
OLIVIA.
Alas, it is the baseness of thy fear
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.