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.
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Oli. What would my lord, but that he may not have,
Wherein Olivia may seem serviceable?
Cesario, you [do not] keep promise with me.
Vio. Madam!
Duke. Gracious [Olivia],—
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