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[servantsservant]

*is dressed in boys' clothes again, perhaps because Cesario was always loyal, or perhaps because Viola is too afraid* *paces, eyes bright with a feverish excitement, because at the very least her decision is made*

My love? My husband, that is. A word?

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[thefoodoflove]

Ay, my Viola. *reaches for her hand with a little smile* All my words are thine.

[servantsservant]

*smiles back, a nervous, quick smile*

Not all thy words, I pray-- I would have only the sweet, though they be not what I should be given.

[thefoodoflove]

*shakes his head and kisses her palm, very lightly* All my words for thee are so; thou hast not to fear.

[servantsservant]

*oh, yes, that is the sound of Viola going "gush" inside* *and now, is all the more nervous, augh* And-- were I to tell thee that my own sweeter words had not been saved for thee, of late-- would it still be so?