But 'tis that miracle and queen of gems
That nature [pranks her in] attracts my soul.
Vio. But if she cannot love you, sir?
Duke. [I] cannot be so answer'd.
Vio. Sooth, but you must.
Say that some lady, as perhaps there is,
Hath for your love as great a pang of heart
As you have for Olivia: you cannot love her;
You tell her so; must she not then be answer'd?
Duke. There is no woman's sides