That sometimes favours nobly;) but hear me this: That screws me from my true place in your favour: But this your Minion, whom, I know, you love, Where he fits crowned in his master's fpight. To spight a raven's heart within a dove. [Duke going. Oli. Where goes Cefario? Vio. After him I love, More than I love thefe eyes, more than my life; Punish my life, for tainting of my love! Oli. Ay me, detefted! how am I beguil'd? Vio. Who does beguile you? who does do you wrong? Oli. Haft thou forgot thy felf? Is it fo long? Call forth the holy father. Duke. Come, away. [To Viola. Oli. Whither, my lord? Cefario, husband, stay. Duke. Husband? Oli. Ay, husband. Can he that deny? Vio. No, my lord, not I. Oli. Alas, it is the baseness of thy fear, That makes thee ftrangle thy propriety: Be That, thou know'ft, thou art, and then thou art O welcome, father. Enter Prieft. Father, I charge thee by thy Reverence M m To To keep in darkness, what occafion now Strengthned by enterchangement of your rings; Since when, my Watch hath told me, tow'rd my Grave Duke. Othou diffembling cub! what wilt thou be, When time hath fow'd a grizzel on thy cafe? Or will not else thy craft fo quickly grow, That thine own trip fhall be thine overthrow? Farewel, and take her; but direct thy feet, Where thou and I henceforth may never meet. Vio. My lord, I do proteft Oli. O, do not fwear; Hold little faith, tho' thou haft too much fear! Sir And. For the love of God a furgeon, and fend one presently to Sir Toby. Oli. What's the matter? Sir And. H'as broke my head a-cross, and given Sir 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, Sir Andrew? Sir And. The Count's Gentleman, one Cefario; we took him for a coward, but he's the very devil incardinate. Duke. My Gentleman, Cefario? Sir And. Od's lifelings, here he is: you broke my head for nothing, and That that I did, I was fet on to do't by Sir Toby. Vio. Why do you speak to me? I never hurt you: You drew your fword upon me, without caufe; But I befpake 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 fet nothing by a bloody cox comb. comb. Here comes Sir Toby halting, you fhall 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; Sot, didft fee Dick Surgeon, Sot? Clo. O he's drunk, Sir Toby, above an hour agone; his eyes were fet at eight i'th' morning. Sir To. Then he's a rogue, and a paft-measure Painim. I hate a drunken rogue. Oli. Away with him; who hath made this havock with them? Sir And. I'll help you, Sir Toby, because we'll be dreft together. Sir To. Will you help an afs-head, and a coxcomb, and a knave, a thin-fac'd knave, a gull? [Exeunt Clo. To, and And, Oli. Get him to bed, and let his hurt be look'd to, Enter Sebaftian. Seb. I am forry, Madam, I have hurt your Kinf man : But had it been the Brother of my Blood, I must have done no lefs with wit and fafety. [All fland in amaze, You throw a strange Regard on me, by which, I do perceive, it hath offended you; Pardon me, fweet one, even for the vows. Duke. One face, one voice, one habit, and two perfons i 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, Ant. Sebaftian are you? Seb. Fear'ft thou that, Antonio! Ant. How have you made divifion of An apple, cleft in two, is not more twin your felf? Than these two creatures. Which is Sebastian? Oli. Moft wonderful! Seb. Do I ftand there? I never had a Brother: Nor can there be that Deity in my Nature, [To Viola. Seb. A Spirit I am, indeed; But am in that dimenfion grofsly clad, Seb. And fo had mine. Vio. And dy'd that day, when Viola from her birth Had numbred thirteen years. Seb. O, that Record is lively in my foul; That day that made my Sifter thirteen years. I'll bring you to a Captain in this Town Where lye my Maids Weeds; (21) by whofe gentle Help I was preferr'd to ferve this noble Duke. (21) by whofe gentle Help All I was preferv'd to ferve this noble Duke.] Tho' this be Senfe, and poffeffes all the printed Copies, yet I fufpect, from the Similitude in the two Words preferv'd and ferve (a Sameness of Sound, which Shakespeare would, probably, have avoided ;) the Copyifts, or Men at Prefs, committed a flight Miftake. When the Captain and Viola first appear upon the Stage, She fays to him; Ill ferve this Duke; Thou shalt prefent me &c. 1 therefore believe, the Author wrote, as I have reform'd the Text; by All the occurrence of my fortune fince Seb. So comes it, Lady, you have been mistook: But Nature to her bias drew in that. I fhall have fhare in this moft happy wreck. Duke. Give me thy hand, And let me fee thee in thy Woman's Weeds. Vio. The Captain, that did bring me firft on fhore, Hath my Maids Garments; he upon fome action Is now in durance, at Malvolio's fuit, A Gentleman and Follower of my Lady's. Oli. He fhall enlarge him: fetch Malvolio hither. And yet, alas, now I remember me, They fay, poor Gentleman, he's much diftract. Enter the Clown with a Letter, and Fabian. Clo. Truly, Madam, he holds Belzebub at the ftave's end, as well as a Man in his cafe may do: h'as here writ a Letter to you, I fhould have given't you to day by whofe gentle Help I was preferr'd to ferve this noble Duke; So in The Taming of the Shrew; If you, Hortenfio, Or, Signor Gremio, you know any fuch, So, in Julius Cæfar; O&. Fellow, wilt Thou beftow thy Time with me? Stra. Ay, if Meffala will prefer me to jou. &c. &c. &c. morning. |