Refuse it not; it hath no tongue to vex you;
And I beseech you come again to-morrow.
What shall you ask of me that I'll deny,
[That honour saved] may upon asking give?
Vio. Nothing but this;—your true love for my master.
Oli. How with mine honour may I give him that
Which I have given to you?
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Vio. I will acquit you.
Oli. Well, come again to-morrow: fare thee well: