360 Duke. I'll pay thy pleasure then. Clo. Truly, sir, and pleasure will be paid, one time or another. Duke. Give me now leave to leave thee. Clo. Now, the melancholy god protect thee; and the tailor make thy doublet of changeable taffata, for thy mind is a very opal!a-I would have men of such constancy put to sea, that their business might be everything, and their intent everywhere; for that's it that always makes a good voyage of nothing.-Farewell. [Exit Clown. Duke. Let all the rest give place. [Exeunt CURIO and Attendants. Get thee to yon' same sovereign cruelty: The parts that fortune hath bestow'd upon her, you must. Vio. Can bide the beating of so strong a passion Vio. Ay, but I know, Duke. What dost thou know? Vio. Too well what love women to men may owe: In faith, they are as true of heart as we. a Opal-a gem whose colours change as it is viewed in different lights. My father had a daughter lov'd a man, Duke. And what's her history? Smiling at grief. Was not this love, indeed? Duke. But died thy sister of her love, my boy? Duke. [Exeunt |