74 TWELFTH NIGHT.

sister, Viola. As she spoke, Orsino felt the pity that is akin to
love.

* Boy,” he said, “thou hast said to me a thousand times thou never
shouldst love woman like to me.”

‘And all those sayings will I over-swear,” Viola replied, ‘‘and all
those swearings keep true.”

“Give me thy hand,” Orsino cried in gladness. ‘Thou shalt be my
wife, and my fancy’s queen.”

Thus was the gentle Viola made happy, while Olivia found in
Sebastian a constant lover, and a good husband, and he in her a true
and loving wife.