My foul the faithfull'ft offerings has breath'd out,
That e'er devotion tender'd. What fhall I do?

Oli. Ev'n what it please my lord, that fhall 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 jealoufie,

That fometimes favours nobly ;) but hear me this:
Since you to non-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 heav'n, I fwear, I tender dearly,
Him 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,
chief:

I'll facrifice the lamb that I do love,

To fpight a raven's heart within a dove. [Duke going, Vio. And I moft jocund, apt, and willingly,

To do you rest, a thousand 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 fhall love wife.
If I do feign, you witneffes above

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, ftay.

3 Like to th' Egyptian thief,-] This Egyptian thief was Thyamis. See Heliodorus's Ethiopics.

Mr. Theobald.

Duke. Husband?

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

Vio. No, my lord, not 1.

Oli. Alas, it is the bafeness of thy fear, That makes thee ftrangle thy propriety: Fear not, Cefario, take thy fortunes up:

Be that, thou know'ft, 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, (tho' lately we intended
To keep in darkness, what occafion now
Reveals before 'tis ripe) what, thou dost know,
Hath newly paft between this youth and me.

Prieft. A contract of eternal bond of love,
Confirm'd by mutual joinder of your hands,
Attefted by the holy clofe of lips,

Strengthened by enterchangement 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, tow'rd my grave I have travell'd but two hours.

Duke. O thou diffembling cub! what wilt thou be, When time hath fow'd a grizzel on thy cafe? Or will not elfe 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!

SCENE

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 a-crofs, 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 cause; 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 coxcomb. 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; fot, didft fee Dick Surgeon, fot?

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 past-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 ass-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.

Seb. I am forry, Madam, I have hurt your kinfmam: But had it been the brother of my blood,

I must have done no less with wit and fafety.

[All stand 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 We made each other, but fo late ago.

Duke. One face, one voice, one habit, and twe
perfons;

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 loft thee?

Ant. Sebaftian are you?

Seb. Fear'ft thou that, Antonio!

Ant. How have you made divifion of your felf?
An apple, cleft in two, is not more twin
Then thefe two creatures. Which is Sebaftian?
Oli, Moft wonderful!

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

Whom the blind waves and furges have devour'd:

of

Of charity, what kin are you to me?

[To Viola.

What countryman? what name? what parentage?
Vio. Of Meffaline; Sebaftian was my father;

Such a Sebaftian was my brother too :

So went he fuited to his wat'ry tomb.
If fpirits can affume both form and fuit,
You come to fright us.

Seb. A fpirit I am, indeed;

But am in that dimenfion grofsly clad,
Which from the womb I did participate.
Were you a woman, as the reft goes even,
I should my tears let fall upon your cheek,
And fay, "Thrice welcome, drowned Viola!
Vio. My father had a mole upon his brow.
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;
He finished, indeed, his mortal act,
That day that made my fifter thirteen years.

Vio. If nothing lets to make us happy both,
But this my mafculine ufurp'd attire ;
Do not embrace me, 'till each circumftance
Of place, time, fortune, do cohere and jump,
That I am Viola; which to confirm,

I'll bring you to a captain in this town
Where lye my maids weeds; by whofe gentle help
I was preferv'd to ferve this noble Duke.
All the occurrence of my fortune fince

Hath been between this Lady, and this Lord.
Seb. So comes it, Lady, you have been mistook:
[To Olivia.

But nature to her bias drew in that.
You would have been contracted to a maid,
Nor are you therein, by my life, deceiv'd;
You are betroth'd both to a maid, and mau.

Duke