Duke. O thou dissembling cub! what wilt thou be
When time hath sow'd a grizzle [on thy case]?
Or will not else thy craft so quickly grow,
That thine own trip shall be thine overthrow?
Farewell, and take her; but direct thy feet
Where thou and I henceforth may never meet.
Vio. My lord, I do [protest]—
Oli. O, do not swear!
[Hold] little faith, though thou hast too much fear.