Oli. Did he write this?
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Clo. Ay, madam.
Duke. This savours not much of distraction.
Oli. See him deliver'd, Fabian; bring him hither. [Exit Fabian.]
My lord, so please you, these things further thought on,
To think me as well a sister as a wife,
One day shall crown the alliance [on't, so] please you,
Here at my house and at my proper cost.