Duke. But died thy sister of her love, my boy?
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Vio. [I am all the daughters] of my father's house,
And all the brothers too: and yet I know not.
Sir, shall I to this lady?
Duke. Ay, that's the theme.
To her in haste; give her this jewel; say,
[My] love can give no place, bide no denay. [Exeunt.
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