My soul the faithfull'st offerings [hath] breathed out
That e'er devotion tender'd! What shall I do?
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Oli. Even what it please my lord, that shall become him.
Duke. Why should I not, had I the heart to [do it],
Like to the Egyptian thief at point of death,
Kill what I love?—a savage jealousy
That sometime savours nobly. But hear [me] this:
Since you to non-regardance cast my faith,
And that I partly know the instrument