NC, Good Mr. Fabian, grant me another request.

OW, as thou lov'ft me, let me fee his letter.

FAB. Any thing.

CLO. Do not defire to see this letter.

FAB. This is to give a dog, and in

dog again.

recompence defire my

Enter Duke, Viola; Curio, and lords.

DUKE. Belong you to the lady Olivia, friends?

CLO. Ay, fir, we are fome of her trappings.

DUKE. I know thee well; how doft thou, my good fellow?

for

CLO. Truly, fir, the better for my foes, and the worse my friends.

DUKE. Juft the contrary; the better for thy friends.
CLO. No, fir, the worse.

DUKE. How can that be?

CLO. Marry, fir, they praife me, and make an ass of me; now, my foes tell me plainly, I am an afs; fo that by my foes, fir, I profit in the knowledge of myself; and by my friends I am abused; fo that, conclufions to be as kiffes, if your four negatives make your two affirmatives, why, then the worse for my friends, and the better for my foes.

DUKE. Why, this is excellent.

CLO. By my troth, fir, no; tho' it please you to be one of my friends.

DUKE. Thou fhalt not be the worse for me.

gold.

There's

CLO. But that it would be double dealing, fir, I would, you could make it another.

let

DUKE. O, you give me ill counsel.

CLO. Put your grace in your pocket, fir, for this once, and your flesh and blood obey it.

DUKE. Well, I will be fo much a finner to be a double dealer: there's another.

CLO. PRIMO, SECUNDO, TERTIO, is a good play, and the old faying is, the third pays for all: the triplet, fir, is a good tripping measure; or the bells of St. Bennet, fir, may put you in mind, one, two, three.

DUKE. You can fool no more money out of me at this throw; if you will let your lady know, I am here to speak with her, and bring her along with you, it may awake my bounty further.

CLO. Marry, fir, lullaby to your bounty 'till I come again. I go, fir; but I would not have you think, that my defire of having is the fin of covetoufnefs; but, as you fay, fir, let your bounty take a nap, and I will awake it anon.

[Exit Clown.

SCENE II. Enter Antonio, and officers. V10. Here comes the man, fir, that did refcue me. DUKE. That face of his I do remember well;

Yet when I faw it last, it was befmear'd

As black as Vulcan, in the fmoak of war:

A bawbling veffel was he captain of,

For fhallow draught and bulk unprizable,
With which such scathful grapple did he make
With the most noble bottom of our fleet,

That very envy and the tongue of lofs
Cry'd fame and honour on him.-

-What's the matter?

I OFF. Orfino, this is that Antonio,

That took the Phoenix and her freight from Candy;
And this is he, that did the Tyger board,

When your young nephew Titus lost his leg:
Here in the streets, desperate of fhame and state,
In private brabble did we apprehend him.

V10. He did me kindness, fir, drew on my fide;
But in conclufion put ftrange speech upon me,
I know not what 'twas, but distraction.

DUKE. Notable pirate! thou falt-water thief!
What foolish boldness brought thee to their mercies,
Whom thou in terms fo bloody and fo dear,
Haft made thine enemies?

ANT. Orfino, noble fir!

Be pleas'd that I shake off thofe names you give me :
Antonio never yet was thief, or pirate;

Though I confefs, on base and ground enough,
Orfino's enemy. A witchcraft drew me hither:
That most ungrateful boy there, by your fide,
From the rude fea's enrag'd and foamy mouth
Did I redeem; a wreck paft hope he was:
His life I gave him, and did thereto add
My love without retention or restraint;
All his in dedication. For his fake,
Did I expofe myself, pure, for his love,
Unto the danger of this adverse town;
Drew to defend him when he was befet;
Where being apprehended, his false cunning,
Not meaning to partake with me in danger,
Taught him to face me out of his acquaintance;

And grew a twenty years 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 heav'n walks on

earth.

-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 feem ferviceable?

~~Cefario, you do not keep promise with me. Vio. Madam!

DUKE. Gracious Olivia,

OLI. What do you say, Cefario ?—Good my lord-
V10. My lord would speak, my duty hushes me.
OLI. If it be aught to the old tune, my lord,

It is as fat and fulfome to mine ear,

As howling after mufick.

DUKE. Still fo cruel?

OLI. Still fo conftant, lord.

DUKE. What, to perverseness ? you uncivil lady,
To whose ingrate and unaufpicious altars
My foul the faithful'ft offerings has breath'd out,
That e'er devotion tender'd. What fhall 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 fometimes favours nobly ;) but hear me this;
Since you to non-regárdance caft my faith,
And that I partly know the inftrument,

That screws me from my true place in your favour :
Live you the marble-breafted tyrant ftill.

But this, your minion, whom, I know, you love,
And whom, by heav'n, I fwear, I tender dearly,
Him will I tear out of that cruel eye,

Where he fits crowned in his master's spight.

Come, boy, with me; my thoughts are ripe in mifchief:

I'll facrifice the lamb that I do love,

To fpight a raven's heart within a dove.

V10. And I moft jocund, apt and willingly,

To do you reft a thousand deaths would die.

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 fhall love wife.
IfI do feign, you witnesses above

Punish my life, for tainting of my love!

OLI. Ay, me, detefted! hów am I beguil'd?

[Duke going.

[following.

V10. Who does beguile you? who does do you wrong? OLI. Haft thou forgot thyself? is it fo long?

Call forth the holy father.

DUKE. Come, away.

[To Viola.

OLI. Whither, my lord? Cesario, husband, stay.

DUKE. Hufband!

OLI. Ay, husband. Can he that deny ?