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[pretty_sweeting]

*is nervous and pacing and has probably ruined everything for everyone and aaaaaah!*

My dearest Feste, wilt thou hear me?

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[madonnas_feste]

*bows* Madonna.

[pretty_sweeting]

O, wilt thou not give me my name?

[madonnas_feste]

'Tis a poor gift that is always thine before the giving.

[pretty_sweeting]

*wrings her hands* Feste... I have hurt thee, I know't. I fear there is no one I have not hurt. I dare not ask forgiveness. Yet if there is anything you would wish of me, I would accomplish it gladly.

[madonnas_feste]

Typist: Ouch, the icon.

*can't bear to see her in distress, so smiles* Nay, Olivia. Beg no forgiveness. It was wrong of me to be so callous. Thy happiness is my one greatest wish.

[pretty_sweeting]

Typist: *...fixes that!*

And how may I be happy when those I love are in distress? I have done thee wrong, and 'tis the fault of mine own weakness.