Oli. Hast thou forgot thyself? is it so long?
Call forth the holy [father.]
Duke. Come, away!
Oli. Whither, my lord? Cesario, husband, stay.
Duke. Husband!
Oli. Ay, husband: can he that deny?
Duke. Her husband, sirrah!
Vio. No, my lord, not I.
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Oli. Alas, it is the baseness of thy fear