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That he did range the town to feek me out.
She could not fway her House, command her followers,
Take, and give back affairs, and their dispatch,
Enter Olivia and Prieft.
Oli. Blame not this hafte of mine: if you mean well,
Now go with me, and with this holy man,
Seb. I'll follow this good man, and go with you;
Oli. Then lead the way, good father; and heav'ns fo fhine,
That they may fairly note this act of mine! [Exeunt.
He uses the fame Term again in the very fame Sense in The Win ter's Tale.
Then 'tis very credent, Thou may't co-join with fomething, and thou doft, &c.
A CT V.
SCENE, The Street.
Enter Clown, and Fabian.
OW, as thou lov'ft me, let me fee his letter.
Clo. Do not defire to fee this letter.
Fab. This is to give a dog, and in recompence defire my dog again.
Enter Duke, Viola, Curio, and lords.
Duke. Belong you to the lady Olivia, friends?
Clo. Ay, Sir, we are fome of her trappings.
Duke. I know thee well; how doft thou, my good fellow?
Clo. Truly, Sir, the better for my foes, and the worfe for my friends.
Duke. Juft the contrary; the better for thy friends.
Duke. How can that be?
Clo. Marry, Sir, they praise me, and make an afs of me; now, my foes tell me plainly, I am an afs: fo that by my foes, Sir, I profit in the knowledge of my felf; and by my friends I am abused: fo that, Conclufion to be asked, is, (19) if your four negatives make
(19) So that Conclufions to be as kiffes,] Tho' it might be unreasonable to call our Poet's Fools and Knaves every where to Account; yet, if we did, for the Generality we should find them refponfible. But what monftrous Abfurdity have we here? To fuppofe the Text genuine, We must acknowledge it too wild to have any known Meaning and what has no known Meaning, cannot be allow'd to have either Wit or Humour. Befides, the Clown is affecting to argue feriously and in Form. I imagine, the Poet wrote;
So that, Conclufion to be asked, is
i. e. So that the Conclufion I have to demand of You is this, it your Four, &c. He had in the preceding Words been inferring fome
your two affirmatives, why, then the worse for my friends, and the better for my foes.
Duke. Why, this is excellent.
Cle. By my troth, Sir, no; tho it please you to be one of my friends.
Duke. Thou shalt not be the worfe for me, there's gold.
Clo. But that it would be double-dealing, Sir, I would, you could make it another.
Duke. O, you give me ill counsel.
Clo. Put your grace in your pocket, Sir, for this once, and let your flesh and blood obey it.
'Duke. Well, I will be so much a finner to be a double-dealer: there's another.
Clo. Primo, fecundo, tertio, is a good Play, and the old faying is, the third pays for all: the triplex, Sir, iş good tripping measure; or the bells of St. Bennet, Sir, may put you in mind, one, two, three.
Duke You can fool no more mony 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, Sir, lullaby to your bounty 'till I come again. I go, Sir, but I would not have you to think, that my defire of having is the fin of covetoufnefs; but, as you fay, Sir, let your bounty take a nap, will awake it anon. [Exit Clown.
Enter Antonio, and Officers. Via. Here comes the man, Sir, that did refcue me. Duke. That face of his I do remember well; Yet when I faw it laft, 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 fuch fcathful 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? Premiffes, and now comes to the Conclufion very logically; You grant Me, fays He, the Premiffes; I now ask you to grant the Conclufion. Mr. Warburton. 1 Offi.
✰ Offi. Orfino, this is that Antonio,
That took the Phenix and her fraught from Candy;
Vio. He did me kindness, Sir; drew on my fide;
Duke. Notable pirate! thou falt-water thief!
Ant. Orfino, noble Sir,
Be pleas'd that I shake off these names you give me :
Did I expose my self (pure, for his love)
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.
Duke. Here comes the Countess; now heav'n walks
But for thee, fellow, fellow, thy words are madness:
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 fay, Cefario? Good my lord-
Duke. Still fo cruel?
Oli. Still fo conftant, lord.
Duke. What to perverfenefs? you uncivil lady,
Oli. Ev'n what it please my lord,that fhall become him. Duke. Why fhould I not, had I the heart to do't, (20)
Like to th' Egyptian Thief, at point of death
! (20) Why should I not, had I the Heart to do it, Like to th' Egyptian Thief, at point of Death
Kill what I love!] In this Simile, a particular Story is prefuppos'd; which ought to be known, to fhew the Juftnefs and Propriety of the Comparison. I'll give the Synopfis of it from Heliodorus's Ethiopics, to which our Author was indebted for the Allufion. Egyptian Thief was Thyamis, who was a Native of Memphis, and at the Head of a Band of Robbers. Theagenes and Chariclea falling into their Hands, Thyamis fell defperately in Love with the Lady, and would have married her. Soon after, a ftronger Body of Robbers coming down upon Thyamis's Party, He was in fuch Fears for his Miftrefs, that he had her fhut into a Cave with his Treasure. It was customary with those Barbarians, when they despair'd of their own Safety, firft to make away with Those whom they held dear, and defired for Companion's in the next Life. Thyamis, therefore, benetted round with his Enemies, raging with Love, Jealoufy, and Anger, went to his Cave; and calling aloud in the Egyptian Tongue, fo foon as He heard himself anfver'd towards the Cave's Mouth by a Grecian, making to the Perfon by the Direction of her Voice, he caught her by the Hair with his left Hand, and (fuppofing her to be Chariclea) with his right Hand plung'd his Sword into her Breast.