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Though, I confess, on base and ground enough,
Orsino's enemy. A witchcraft drew me hither:
That most ingrateful boy there, by your side,
From the rude sea's enraged and foamy mouth
Did I redeem: a wreck past hope he was:
His life I gave him, and did thereto add
My love, without retention or restraint,
All his in dedication : for his sake
Did I expose myself, pure for his love,
Into the danger of this adverse town;
Drew to defend him, when he was beset;
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; denied me mine own purse,
Which I had recommended to his use
Not half an hour before.

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.

Enter OLIVIA and Attendants. Duke. Here comes the countess; 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 aside.

Oli. What would my lord, but that he may not have,
Wherein Olivia may seem serviceable ?--
Cesario, you do not keep promise with me.

Vio. Madam?
Duke. Gracious Olivia,
Oli. What do you say, Cesario ? — Good my

lord, Vio. My lord would speak; my duty hushes me. Oli. If it be aught to the old tune, my lord,

It is as fat and fulsome to mine ear,
As howling after music.

Still so cruel ?
Oli. Still so constant, lord.
Duke. What! To perverseness? You uncivil

lady, To whose ingrate and unauspicious altars My soul the faithfull'st offerings hath breathed out, That e'er devotion tendered! What shall I do? Oli. Even what it please my lord, that shall be

come him. Duke. Why should I not, had I the heart to do it, Like the Egyptian thief,” at point of death, Kill what I love; a savage jealousy, That sometimes savors nobly?-But hear me this: Since you to non-regardance cast my faith, , And that I partly know the instrument That screws me from my true place in your favor, Live you,

the marble-breasted tyrant, still; But this your minion, whom, I know, you love, And whom, by heaven, I swear, I tender dearly, Him will I tear out of that cruel eye, Where he sits crowned in his master's spite.Come, boy, with me; my thoughts are ripe in mis

chief: I'll sacrifice the lamb that I do love, To spite a raven's heart within a dove. [Going

Vio. And I, most jocund, apt, and willingly, To do you rest, a thousand deaths would die.

[Following Oli. Where goes Cesario? Vio.

After him I love,
More than I love these eyes, more than my life,
More, by all mores, than e'er I shall love wife :
If I do feign, you witnesses above,
Punish my life for tainting of my love!

Oli. Ah me, detested ! how am I beguiled!

1 Dull, gross.

2 This Egyptian Thief was Thyamis. The story is related in the . Æthiopics of Heliodorus.

Vio. Who does beguile you? Who does do you

wrong? Oli. Hast thou forgot thyself! Is it so long !Call forth the holy father. [Exit an Attendant. Duke.

Come away. [TO VIOLA. Oli. Whither, my lord ?–Cesario, husband, stay! Duke. Husband! Oli.

Ay, husband; can he that deny? Duke. Her husband, sirrah? Vio

No, my lord, not 1
Oli. Alas, it is the baseness of thy fear,
That makes thee strangle thy propriety :'
Fear not, Cesario; take thy fortunes up;
Be that thou know'st thou art, and then thou art
As great as that thou fear'st.-0, welcome, father!

Re-enter Attendant and Priest.
Father, I charge thee by thy reverence,
Here to unfold (though lately we intended
To keep in darkness what occasion now
Reveals before 'tis ripe) what thou dost know
Hath newly passed between this youth and me.

Priest. A contract of eternal bond of love,
Confirmed by mutual joinder of your hands,
Attested by the holy close of lips,
Strengthened by interchangement of your rings;
And all the ceremony of this compact
Sealed in my function, by my testimony:
Since when, my watch hath told me, toward my grave
I have travelled but two hours.
Duke. O, thou dissembling cub! What wilt

thou be,
When time hath sowed a grizzle on thy case ? ?
Or will not else thy craft so quickly grow,
That thine own trip shall be thine overthrow ?
Farewell, and take her; but direct thy feet,
Where thou and I henceforth may never meet.
Vio. My lord, I do protest, —

1 i. e. suppress, or disown thy property. 2 This word appears to be used contemptuously for skın.


O, do not swear; Hold little faith, though thou hast too much fear.

Enter SIR ANDREW AGUE-CHEEK, with his head broke.

Sir And. For the love of God, a surgeon; send one presently to Sir Toby.

Oli. What's the matter?

Sir And. He has broke my head across, and has 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 Cesario : we took him for a coward, but he's the very devil incardinate.

Duke. My gentleman, Cesario ?

Sir And. Od's lifelings, here he is :-You broke my head for nothing; and that that I did, I was set 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 bespake you fair, and hurt you not.

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

Enter Sir Toby Belch, drunk, led by the Clown. Here comes Sir Toby halting; you shall hear more: but if he had not been in drink, he would have tickled you othergates 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, didst see Dick surgeon, sot?

Clo. O, he's drunk, Sir Toby, an hour agone; his eyes were set at eight i' the morning.

Sir To. Then he's a rogue and a passy-measures pavin ;' I hate a drunken rogue.

1 Otherwise. 2 The pavin was a grave Spanish dance.



Oli. Away with him: who hath made this havoc with them?

Sir And. I'll help you, Sir Toby, because we'll be dressed together.

Sir To. Will you help?-An ass-head, and a coxcomb, and a knave? A thin-faced knave, a gull ? Oli. Get him to bed, and let his hurt be looked to. [Exeunt Clown, Sir Toby, and SIR ANDREW.

Enter SEBASTIAN. Seb. I am sorry, madam, I have hurt your kinsman; But, had it been the brother of


blood, I must have done no less, with wit and safety. You throw a strange regard upon me, and By that I do perceive it hath offended you; Pardon me, sweet one, even for the vows We made each other but so late ago. Duke. One face, one voice, one habit, and two

persons ;
A natural perspective,' that is, and is not.

Seb. Antonio! O, my dear Antonio,
How have the hours racked and tortured me,
Since I have lost thee!

Ant. Sebastian are you?

Fear'st thou that, Antonio?
Ant. How have you made division of yourself?-
An apple, cleft in two, is not more twin
Than these two creatures. Which is Sebastian ?

Oli. Most wonderful!

Seb. Do I stand there? I never had a brother; Nor can there be that deity in my nature, Of here and every where. I had a sister, Whom the blind waves and surges have devoured :Of charity, what kin are you to me?

[To Viola. What countryman ? What name? What parentage ?

Vio. Of Messaline: Sebastian was my father; Such a Sebastian was my brother too,

1 A perspective formerly meant a glass that assisted the sight in any way.

3 In charity, tell me.

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