Twelfth Night. Act 5, Scene 1. Viola
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261. If nothing lets to make us happy both
262 But this my masculine usurp’d attire,
263 Do not embrace me till each circumstance
264 Of place, time, fortune, do cohere and jump
265 That I am Viola: which to confirm,
266 I’ll bring you to a captain in this town,
267 Where lie my maiden weeds; by whose gentle help
268 I was perserved to serve this noble count.
269 All the occurence of my fortune since
270 Hath been between this lady and this lord.