Duke. Why, so I do, the noblest that I have:
O, when [mine] eyes did see Olivia first,
[Methought] she purged the air of pestilence!
That instant was I turn'd into a hart;
And my desires, like fell and cruel hounds,
[E'er] since pursue me.
How now! what news from her?
Val. So please my lord, I might not be admitted;
But from her handmaid do return this answer: