Twelfth Night

Duke Orsino: Why should I not, had I the heart to do it
Like to the Egyptian thief at point of death,
Kill what I love?--a savage jealousy
That somethimes savours nobly. But hear me this;
Since you to non-regardance cast my faith,
And that i partly know the instrument
Thats screws me from my true place in your favour,
Live you the marble-breated tyrant still;
But this is your minion, whom i know you love,
And whom, by heaven I swear, I tenderly dearly,
Him will I tear out of that cruel eye,
Where he sits crowned in his master's spite.
Come, boy, with me; my thoughts are ripe in mischief:
I'll sacrifice the lamb that I do love,
To spite a raven's heart within a dove.