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,
Into the danger of this adverfe town;
Drew to defend him, when he was befet:
Where being apprehended, his falfe 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 purfe
Which I had recommended to his ufe

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 (No interim, not a minute's vacancy),

Both day and night did we keep company.

Enter OLIVIA, and Attendants.

[before

Duke. Here comes the countefs; now heaven 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 afide.

Oli. What would my lord, but that he may not Wherein Olivia may feem ferviceable?

Chave, Cefario you do not keep promife with me. Vio. Madam ?

Duke. Gracious Olivia,

Oli. What do you fay, Cefario?-Good my lordVio. My lord would fpeak, my duty hufhes me. If it be ought 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 perverfenefs? you uncivil lady; To whofe ingrate and inaufpicious altars

My foul the faithfull'it offerings hath breath'd out, That e'er devotion tender'd! What fhall I do? Oli. Even what it please my lord, that shall be come him.

Duke. Why thould I not, had I the heart to do it, Like to the Egyptian thief, at point of death, Kill what I love; a favage jealoufy,

That fometimes favours nobly? But hear me this:
Since you to none-regardance caft my faith,
And that I partly know the inftrument,

That fcrews me from my true place in your favour,
Live you, the marble-breasted tyrant, ftill;
But this your minion, whom, I know, you love,
And whom, by heaven, I fwear, I tender dearly,
dim will I tear out of that cruel eye,

Where he fits crowned in his master's fpight.-
Come, boy, with me; my thoughts are ripe in mif-
I'll facrifice the lamb that I do love, [chief;
To fpight a raven's heart within a dove. [Going.
Vio. And I, moft jocund, apt, and willingly,
To do you reft, a thoufand deaths would die.
[Following

Oli. Where goes Cefario?

Vio. After him I love,

More than I love thefe eyes, more than my life,
More, by all mores, than e'er I thall love wife :
If I do feign, you witnesses above,

Punish my life, for tainting of my love!
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Oli

Oli. Ay me, detefted! how am I beguil❜d! Vio. Who does beguile you? who does do you wrong?

Oli. Haft thou forgot thyfelf? Is it fo long?Call forth thy holy father.

Duke. Come, away.

[TO VIOLA.

Oli. Whither, my lord?-Cefario, husband, stay..
Duke. Hufband?

Oli. Ay, husband! Can he that deny ?
Duke. Her husband, firrah?

Vio. No, my lord, not I.

Oli. Alas, it is the baseness of thy fear,
That makes thee ftrangle thy propriety:
Fear not, Cefario, take thy fortunes up;
Be that thou know'st thou art, and then thou art
As great as that thou fear'ft.-O welcome, father!
Enter Prieft.

Father, I charge thee by thy reverence,
Here to unfold (though lately we intended
To keep in darkness, what occafion now
Reveals before 'tis ripe) what thou dost know,
Hath newly past between this youth and me.
Prieft. A contract of eternal bond of love,
Confirm'd by mutual joindure of your hands,
Attefted by the holy clofe of lips,

Strengthen'd by interchangement of your rings;
And all the ceremony of this compact

Seal'd in my function, by my testimony:

Since when, my watch hath told me, toward my I have travell'd but two hours.

[grave Duke. Othou diffembling cub! what wilt thou be, When time hath fow'd a grizzle on thy cafe? Or will not elfe thy craft fo quickly grow,

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That thine own trip fhall be thine overthrow?
Farewell, and tak 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, though thou haft too much fear.

Enter Sir ANDREW, with his head broke.

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 acrofs, 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 sword upon me without cause ; But I befpake you fair, and hurt you not.

Sir And. If a bloody coxcomb be a hurt, you have hurt me; I think, you fet nothing by a bloody coxcomb.

Enter Sir TOBY, drunk, led by the Clown.

Here comes Sir Toby halting, you fhall hear more: but if he had not been in drink, he would have tickled you othergates than he did.

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Duke

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, didst see Dick furgeon, fot? Clo. O he's drunk, Sir Toby, above an hour agone; his eyes were fet at eight i'the morning. Sir To. Then he's a rogue, and a paffy-measure I hate a drunken rogue, [pavin:

Oli. Away with hirn: 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 krave; a thin fac'd knave, a gull?

[Exeunt Clown, Sir ToвY, and Sir ANDREW. Oli. Get him to bed, and let his hurt be look'd to. Enter SEBASTIAN.

Seb. I am forry, madam, I have hurt your kinf But had it been the brother of my blood, [man; I must have done no lefs, with wit, and fafety. You throw a strange regard upon me, and By that I do perceive it hath offended you; Pardon me, fweet one, even for the vows We made each other but fo late ago.

Duke. One face, one voice, one habit, and two perA natural perspective, that is, and is not! [fons; Seb. Antonio, O my dear Antonio !

How have the hours rack'd and tortur'd me,
Since I have loft thee?

Ant. Sebaftian are you?

Seb. Fear'ft thou that, Antonio?

Ant. How have you made divifion of yourself?-An apple, cleft in two, is not more twin Than thefe two creatures. Which is Sebaftian?