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12thN/ 3.4.210-217

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OLIVIA

Here, wear this jewel for me, ’tis my picture;
Refuse it not; it hath no tongue to vex you;
And I beseech you come again to-morrow.
What shall you ask of me that I’ll deny,
That honour saved may upon asking give?

VIOLA

nothing but this; your true love for my master.

OLIVIA

How with mine honour may I give him that
Which I have given to you?

VIOLA

I will acquit you.

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One Response to “12thN/ 3.4.210-217”

  1. ‘NOTHING’ in Shakespeare « Nothing Says:
    May 15, 2009 at 9:16 pm | Reply

    [...] of my hopes.” (3.4.66-85); “nothing but this; your true love for my master” (3.4.210-217); “nothing of my purpose”, “nothing of the circumstance more”, [...]

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