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kim, love him; and on that vice in him will my-revenge find notable cause to work.
Sir To. What wilt thou do?
Mar. I will drop in his way fome obscure epiftles of love, wherein, by the colour of his beard, the shape of his leg, the manner of his gait, the expressure of his eye, forehead and complexion, he shall find himself most feelingly personated. I can write very like my lady your niece; on a forgotten matter we can hardly make distinction of our hards.
Sir To. Excellent, I smell a device.
Sir To. He shall think by the letters, that thou wilt drop, that they come from my niece, and that she is in love with him.
MAR. My purpose is, indeed, a horse of that colour.
Mar. Sport royal, I warrant you: I know my physick
[Exit. Sir To. Good night, Penthifilea. Sir And. Before me, she's a good wench.
Sir To. She's a beagle true-bred, and one that adores me; what o'that?
Sir AND, I was ador'd once too.
Sir To. Let's to bed, knight. --Thou hadît need send for more money:
Sir And. If I cannot recover your niece, I am
Sir To. Send for money, knight; if thou hast her not i'th'end, call me cut.
Sir And. If I do not, never trust me, take it how you will.
Sir To. Come, come, I'll go burn some fack, 'tis too late to go to bed now. Come, knight; come, knight.
[Exeunt. SCENE VI. Changes to the palace.
Enter Duke, Viola, Curio, and others. Duke. Give me some musick now. -Good morrow, friendsNow, good Cefario, but that piece of fong, That old and antique song, we heard last night ; Methought, it did relieve my paffion much; More than light airs, and recollected terms Of these most bris and giddy-paced times.
-Come, but one verse,
Cur. He is not here, so please your lordship, that thould fing it.
DUKE. Who was it?
Cur. Fefte, the jefter, my lord, a fool that the lady Olivia's. faiher took much delight in. He is about the house. DUKE. Seek him out, and play the tune the while.
[Ex. Curio. Mufick. Come hither, boy; if ever thou shalt love, in the sweet pangs of it, remember me ; For such as I am, all true lovers are ; Unfaid and skittish in all notions else,
Save in the constant image of the creature
Vio. It gives a very echo to the leat
Duke. Thou doft speak masterly. .
Vio. A little by your favour.
DUKE. Too old, by heav'n; let still the woman take
V.10. I think it well, my lord.
Duke. Then let thy love be younger than thyself,
V10. And so they are: alas, that they are so,
Enter Curio and Clown.
Dure. O fellow, come. The song we had last night, Mark it, Cesario, it is old and plain ; The spiasters and the knitters in the fun,
And the free maids that weave their thread with bones,
Clo. Are you ready, fir,
Come away, come away, death,
And in fad cypress let me be laid;
I am slain by a fair cruel maid.
Did share it.
On my black coffin let there be strown:
My poor corps, where my bones shall be thrown,
Lay me, O! where
To weep there.
Clo. Truly, sir, and pleasure will be paid one time or other.
Duke. Give me now leave to leave thee.
lor make thy doublet of changeable taffata, for thy mind is'i very opal! I would have men of such constancy put to sea, that their business might be every thing, and their intent every where; for that's it, that always makes a good voyage of nothing. Farewel.
Vio. But if she cannot love you, fir-
Vio. Sooth, but you must.
Duke. There is no woman's fides