That I am ready to diftruft mine eyes, And wrangle with my reason that perfuades me Or elfe the Lady's mad; yet if 'twere fo, Enter Olivia and Prieft. Oli. Blame not this hafte of mine: if you mean well, Now go with me, and with this holy man, fo fhine, That they may fairly note this act of mine! [Exeunt. ACT ACT V. The NOW SCENEI. STREE E T. Enter Clown, and Fabian. FABIAN. OW, as thou lov'ft me, let me fee his letter. requeft. Fab. Any thing. 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. Just the contrary; the better for thy friends, Clo. No, Sir, the worse. Duke. How can that be? Clo. Marry, Sir, they praife me, and make an ass of me; now, my foes tell me plainly, I am an afs: fo that by my foes, Sir, I profit in the knowledge of myself, and by my friends I am abused; so that, con 1 fo that conclufions to be as kiffes,-]. Tho' it might be unreafonable 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? the Clown is affect. ing to argue seriously and in form. I imagine, the Poet wrote; So that, conclufion to be asked, is conclufion to be asked, is, if your four negatives make your two affirmatives, why, then the worse for my friends, and the better for my foes. Duke. Why, this is excellent. Clo. 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 fo 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, is a good tripping measure; or the bells of St. Bennet, Sir, may put you in mind, one, two, three. Duke. You can fool no more money out of me at this throw; if you will let your Lady know, I am here to fpeak 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 covetoufness; but, as you fay, Sir, let your bounty take a nap, and I will awake it anon. [Exit Clown. S CE NE II. Enter Antonio, and Officers. Vio. Here comes the man, Sir, that did refcue me. i. e. fo that the conclufion I have to demand of you is this, if your four, &c. He had in the preceding words been inferring fome premifes, and now comes to the conclufion very logically; you grant me, fays he, the premises; I now ask you to grant the conclufion. Duke. Duke. That face of his I do remember well; Cry'd fame and honour on him. What's the matter? 1 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! What foolish boldness brought thee to their mercies, Whom thou in terms fo bloody, and fo dear, Haft made thine enemies? Ant. Orfino, noble Sir, Be pleased that I fhake off thefe names you give me : Though I confefs, on base and ground enough, 02 (Not (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 purse, Which I had recommended to his use Not half an hour before. Vio. How can this be? Duke. When came he to this town? Ant. Today, my lord; and for three months before, (No Interim, not a minute's vacancy,) Both day and night did we keep company. S CE NE Enter Olivia, and Attendants. III. Duke. Here comes the countefs; now heav'n walks on earth. 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 lordVio. My lord would fpeak, my duty hushes me. Oli. If it be aught to the old tune, my lord, It is as flat and fulfome to mine ear, As howling after mufick. Duke. Still fo cruel ? Oli. Still fo conftant, lord. Duke. What, to perverfenefs? you To whose ingrate and unaufpicious altars 2 uncivil lady, as FAT and fulfome] We fhould read, as FLAT. My |