That is deceivable. But here [the lady comes].
Enter Olivia and Priest.
Oli. Blame not this haste of mine. If you mean well,
Now go with me and with this holy man
Into the chantry by: there, before him,
And underneath that consecrated roof,
Plight me the full assurance of your faith;
That my most [jealous] and too doubtful soul
May [live] at peace. He shall conceal it
[Whiles] you are willing it shall come to note,