longer. Some mollification for your giant, sweet lady.
[Tell] me your mind: I am a messenger.
Oli. Sure, you have some hideous matter to deliver,
when the courtesy of it is so fearful. Speak your office.
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Vio. It alone concerns your ear. I bring no overture
of war, no [taxation] of homage: I hold the [olive] in my
hand; my words are as full of peace as matter.
Oli. Yet you began rudely. What are you? what
would you?