Boy, thou hast said to me a thousand times 279 Thou never shouldst love woman like to me. 280 VIOLA And all those sayings will I overswear, 281 And all those swearings keep as true in soul 282 As doth that orbèd continent the fire 283 That severs day from night.
ORSINO , < to Olivia >
Be not amazed; right noble is his blood. 276
If this be so, as yet the glass seems true , 277
I shall have share in this most happy wrack .—278
Boy, thou hast said to me a thousand times 279
Thou never shouldst love woman like to me . 280
VIOLA
And all those sayings will I overswear , 281
And all those swearings keep as true in soul 282
As doth that orbèd continent the fire 283
That severs day from night. 284
