Ber. If fhe, my Liege, can make me know this clearly, I'll love her dearly, ever, ever dearly.

Hel. If it appear not plain, and prove untrue, Deadly divorce step between me and you!

O, my dear mother, do I fee you living? [To the Countess. Laf. Mine eyes fmell onions, I fhall weep anon: 9'Now, good Tom Drum, lend me a handkerchief, [To Parolles. */So, 'thank` thee, wait on me home. I'll make sport with Let thy courtefies alone, they are scurvy ones.

King. Let us from point to point this story know, To make the even truth in pleasure flow:

[thee:

[To Diana.

If thou beeft yet a fresh uncropped flower,
Chufe thou thy husband, and I'll pay thy dower;
For I can guess that by thy honeft aid

Thou kept'ft a wife her felf, thy felf a maid.
Of that and all the progrefs more and less,
Refolvedly more leifure fhall express:
All yet feems well, and if it end fo meet,
The bitter past, more welcome is the sweet.
9 Good Tom Drum I So, I thank

[Exeunt.

EPILOGUE.

Spoken by the KING.

HE King's a beggar, now the play is done,
All is well Ended, if this fuit be won,
That you exprefs content; which we will pay,
With ftrife to please you, day exceeding day;
Ours be your patience then,
Your gentle hands lend us,

and yours our parts,
and take our hearts.

3

TWELFTH-NIGHT:

O R,

WHAT YOU WILL

ORSINO, Duke of Illyria.

Sebastian, a young Gentleman, Brother to Viola.
Antonio, a Sea-captain, Friend to Sebastian.

Valentine,
Curio,

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Gentlemen attending on the Duke.

Sir Toby Belch, Uncle to Olivia.

Sir Andrew Ague-cheek, a foolish Knight, pretending to Olivia.

A Sea-captain, Friend to Viola.

Fabian, Servant to Olivia.

Malvolio, a fantastical Steward to Olivia.

Clown, Servant to Olivia.

Olivia, a Lady of great beauty and fortune, belov'd by the Duke.

Viola, in love with the Duke.

Maria, Olivia's Woman.

Prieft, Sailors, Officers, and other Attendants.

SCENE, a City on the Coaft of Illyria.

TWELFTH

TWELFTH-NIGHT:

OR,

WHAT YOU WILL.

ACTI. SCENE I.

I

The PALACE.

Enter the Duke, Curio, and Lords.

DUKE.

F mufick be the food of love, play on,
Give me excess of it; that furfeiting
The appetite may ficken, and fo die.
That train again, it had a dying fall:
O, it came o'er my ear, like the fweet fouth

That breathes upon a bank of violets,

Stealing and giving odour. Hufh! no more;
'Tis not fo fweet now as it was before.

O fpirit of love, how quick and freth art thou!"
That, notwithstanding thy capacity
Receiveth as the fea, nought enters there
Of what validity and pitch foe'er,
But falls into abatement and low price,
Even in a minute; fo full of fhapes is fancy,

And

'And thou all o'er art` high fantastical. Cur. Will you go hunt, my Lord? Duke. What, Curio?

Cur. The hart.

Duke. Why, fo I do, the nobleft that I have:
O, when mine eyes did fee Olivia first,
Methought the purg'd the air of peftilence;
That inftant was I turn'd into a hart,
And my defires, like fell and cruel hounds,
E'er fince purfue me.

How now, what news from her?

Enter Valentine.

Val. So please my Lord, I might not be admitted,
But from her hand-maid do return this answer:
The element it self, 'till feven years hence,
Shall not behold her face at ample view;
But like a cloystress she will veiled walk,
And water once a day her chambers round
With eye-offending brine: all this to feason
A brother's dead love, which fhe would keep fresh
And lafting in her fad remembrance still.

Duke. O! fhe that hath a heart of that fine frame,
Το pay this debt of love but to a brother,
How will she love, when the rich golden fhaft
Hath kill'd the flock of all affections elfe

That live in her! when liver, brain, and heart,
Three fov'reign thrones, are all fupply'd, and fill'd,
Her sweet perfections, with one felf-fame King!

Away before me to sweet beds of flowers,

Love-thoughts lye rich, when canopy'd with bowers. [Exe.

That it alone is

2 Thefe... old edit. Warb. emend.

SCENE