Abbildungen der Seite

And grew a twenty year's removed thing,
While one would wink : deny'd me mine own purse,
Which I had recommended to his use
Not half an hour before,

Vio. How can this be ?
DUKE. When came he to this town?

Ant. To-day, my lord; and for three months before,
No interim, not a minute's vacancy,
Both day and night did we keep company.

SCENE III. Enter Olivia, and attendants
Duke. Here comes the countess: now hear'n walks on

-But for thee, fellow, fellow, thy words are madness :
Three months this youth hath tended upon me ;
But more of that anon -Take him aside.-

Oli. What would my lord, but that he may not have, Wherein Olivia may seem serviceable ?

Cesario, you do not keep promise with me.
Vio. Madam!
Duke. Gracious Olivia,
Oli. What do you say, Cesario ?-Good my

lord V10. My lord would speak, my duty hushes me.

Olr. If it be aught to the old tune, my lord,
It is as fat and fulsome to mine ear,
As howling after musick.

Duke. Still fo cruel ?
Oli. Still so constant, lord.

Duke. What, to perverseness ? you uncivil lady,
To whose ingrate and unauspicious altars
My soul the faithful'lt offerings has breath'd out,
That e'er devotion tender'd. What shall I do?

Oli. Even what it please my lord, that shall become him,

DUKE. Why should I not, had I the heart to do't
Like to th’Egyptian thief, at point of death
Kill what I love ? (a favage jealousy,
That sometimes savours nobly ;) but hear me this ;
Since you to non-regardance cast my faith,
And that I partly know the instrument,
That screws me from my true place in your favour :

the marble-breasted tyrant ftill.
But this, your minion, whom, I know, you love,
And whom, by heav'n, I swear, I tender dearly,
Him will I tear out of that cruel eye,
Where he sits crowned in his master's spight.
Come, boy, with me; my thoughts are ripe in mischief:
I'll sacrifice the lamb that I do love,
To spight å raven's heart within a dove. [Duke going.

Vro. And I most jocund, apt and willingly, To do you reft a thousand deaths would die. [following:

Oli. Where goes Cefario

V10. After him I love,
More than I love my eyes, more than my life;
More, by all mores, than e'er I shall love wife.
If I do feign, you witnesses above
Punish my life, for tainting of my love !

Oli. Ay, me, detested! how am I beguild ?
V10. Who does beguile you? who does do you wrong?

Oli. Haft thou forgot thyself? is it so long?
Call forth the holy father.
Duke. Come, away.

(To Viola.
OLI. Whither, my lord? Cesario, huband, stay.
Duke. Husband !
Oli. Ay, husband. Can he that deny ?

Duke. Her husband, Girrah?
V10. No, my lord, not I.

Oli. Alas, it is the baseness of thy fear,
That makes thee strangle thy propriety:
Fear not, Cesario, take thy fortunes up :
Be that, thou know'ft, thou art, and then thou art
As great as that thou fear'ft.

Enter Priest.
O welcome, father.
Father, I charge thee by thy reverence
Here to unfold (tho' lately we intended
To keep in darkness, what occasion now
Reveals before 'tis ripe) what, thou dost know,
Hath newly past between this youth and me.

PRIEST, A contract of eternal bond of love,
Confirm’d by mutual joinder of your hands,
Attested by the holy close of lips.
Strengthned by enterchangement of your rings;
And all the ceremony of this compact
Seal'd in my function, by my testimony :
Since when my watch bath told me, tow'rd my grave
I have travell'd but two hours.

DUKE. O thou dissembling cub! what wilt thou be,
When time hath sow'd a grizzel on thy case?
Or will not else thy craft so quickly grow,
· That thine own trip shall be thine overthrow?

Farewel, and take her; but direct thy feet,
Where thou and I henceforth may never meet.

V1o. My lord, I do protest

Oli. O, do not swear;
Hold little faith, tho' thou hast too much fear!

SCENE IV. Enter Sir Andrew, with his head broke.

Sir And. For the love of God a surgeon, and send one presently to fir Toby.

Oli. What's the matter?

Sir AND. H'as broke my head a-cross, and given fir Toby a bloody coxcomb too. For the love of God, your help. I had rather than forty pound, I were at home.

Oli. Who has done this, fir Andrew ?

Sir AND. The count's gentleman, one Cesario; we took him for a coward, but he's the very devil incardinate.

Duke. My gentleman, Cesario ?

Sir And Od's lifelings, here he is--you broke my head for nothing; and that that I did, I was set on to do it by fir Toby.

Vio. Why do you speak to me? I never hurt you:
You drew


upon me, without cause; But I bespake you fair, and hurt you not.

Enter Sir Toby, and Clown. Sir And. If a bloody coxcomb be a hurt, you have hurt me: I think, you set nothing by a bloody coxcomb. Here comes fir Toby halting, you shall hear more ; but if he had not been in drink, he would have tickled you other-gates than he did. DUKE. How now, gentleman? how is't with you

? Sir To. That's all one, he has hurt me, and there's an end on’t ; fot, didst see Dick surgeon, sot?

Clo. O he's drunk, fir Toby, above an hour agon; his eyes were set at eight i'th' morning.

Sir To. Then he's a rogue, and a past-measure “ Paia«im." I hate a drunken rogue.

285 OLI. Away with him: who hath made this havock with them?

Sir And. I'll help you, fir Toby, because we'll be drest together.

Sir To. Will you help an afs-head, and a coxcomb, and a knave, a thin fac'd knave, a gull?

[Exeunt Clo. Sir Toby, and Sir Andrew. OLI. Cet him to bed, and let his hurt be look'd to.

Pardon me,

SCENE V. Enter Sebastian.
SEB. I am sorry, madam, I have hurt your kinsman :
But had it been the brother of my blood,
I must have done no lefs with wit and safety.

[All stand in amaze. You throw a strange regard on me, by which, I do perceive, it hath offended you ;

sweet one, even for the vows We made each other, but so late ago.

DUKE. One face, one voice, one habit, and two persons ; A nat’ral perspective, that is, and is not!

Seb. Antonio, O my dear Antonio !.
How have the hours rack’d and tortur'd me,
Since I have lost thee?

Ant. Sebastian are you?
Seb. Fear'lt thou that, Antonio !

Ant. How have you made division of yourself?
An apple, cleft in two, is not more twin
That these two creatures. Which is Sebastian?

Oli, Most wonderful!

Seb. Do I stand there? I never had a brother:
Nor can there be that deity in my nature,
Of here and every where. I had a lifter,

« ZurückWeiter »