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That I am ready to distrust mine eyes,
And wrangle with my reason that persuades me
To any other trust, but that I'm mad;
Or else the Lady's mad; yet if 'twere fo,
She could not sway her house, command her followers,
Take, and give back affairs, and their dispatch,
With such a smooth, discreet, and stable bearing,
As, I perceive, she does: there's something in't,
That is deceivable. But here she comes.

Enter Olivia and Priest.
Oli. Blame not this haste of mine: if you mean

Now go with me, and with this holy man,
Into the chantry by, there before him,
And underneath that consecrated roof,
Plight me the full assurance of


faith That my most jealous and too doubtful soul May live at peace. He shall conceal it, Whiles you are willing it shall come to note; What time we will our celebration keep According to my birth. What do you say?

Seb. l'll follow this good man, and And having sworn truth, ever will be true. Oli. Then lead the way, good father ; and heav'ns

so shine, That they may fairly note this act of mine!



go with

with you ;


S. .

The S T R E E T.

Enter Clown, and Fabian,

OW, as thou lov'st me, let me fee his letter,

Clo. Good Mr. Fabian, grant me another request.

Fab. Any thing
Clo. Do not desire to see this letter.

Fab. This is to give a dog, and in recompence de, fire my dog again.

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Enter. Duke, Viola, Curio, and lords,
Duke. Belong you to the lady Olivia, friends ?
Clo. Ay, Sir, we are some of her trappings.

Duke. I know thee well ; how dost thou, my good fellow ?

Clo. Truly, Sir, the better for my foes, and the worse for my friends.

Duke. Just the contrary, the better for thy friends,
Cle. No, Sir, the worse.
Duke. How can that be ?

Clo. Marry, Sir, they praise me, and make an ass of me; now, my foes tell me plainly, I am an ass: so that by my foes, Sir, I profit in the knowledge of myself; and by my friends I am abused; ? so that,

conso that conclufions to be as kiffes, - ] Tho' it might be unreasonable to call our Poet's fools and knaves every where to account; yet, if we did, for the generality, we should find them responsible. But what monstrous absurdity have we here ? the Clown is affe&t. ing to argue seriously and in form. I imagine, the Poet wrote;

So that, conclufion to be asked, is Vol. III,



conclusion 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 worse 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 felh and blood obey it.

Duke. Well, I will be so much a sinner to be a double-dealer : there's another.

Clo. Primo, fecundo, tertio, is a good Play, and the old saying 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 speak with her, and bring her along with


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 desire of having is the fin of covetousness but, as you say, Sir, let your bounty take a nap, and I will awake it anon.

[Exit Clown. SC E N E


Enter Antonio, and Officers.
Vio. Here comes the man, Sir, that did rescue me.

i. e. so that the conclufion I have to demand of you is this, if your four, &c. He had in the preceding words been inferring fome premises, and now comes to the conclufion very logically, you grant me, says he, the premises ; I now ask you to grant the conclufion.


Duke. That face of his I do remember well; Yet when I saw it last, it was besmear'd As black as Vulcan, in the smoak of war : A bawbling vessel was he captain of, For shallow draught and bulk unprizable, With which such [cathful grapple did he make With the most noble bottom of our feet, That very envy and the tongue of loss Cry'd fame and honour on him. What's the matter ?

i Off. Orfino, this is that Antonio, That took the Phenix and her fraught from Candy ; And this is he, that did the Tyger board, When your young nephew Titus lost his leg: Here in the streets, desperate of shame and state, In private brabble did we apprehend him.

Nio. He did me kindness, Sir ; drew on my side ; But in conclusion put ftrange speech upon me, I know not what 'twas, but distraction.

Duke. Notable pirate! thou salt-water thief! What foolish boldness brought thee to their mercies, Whom thou in terms fo bloody, and so dear, Haft made thine enemies ?

Ant. Orfino, noble Sir, Be pleased that I fhake off these names you give me: Antonio never yet was thief, or pirate ; Though I confess, on base and ground enough, Orfino's enemy. A witchcraft drew me hither : That most ungrateful boy there, by your side, From the rude sea's enragéd and foamy mouth Did I redeem ; à 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 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 falfe cunning


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(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.

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Enter Olivia, and Attendants. Duke. Here comes the countess; now heav'n 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 a flat and fulsome to mine ear,
As howling after musick.

Duke. Still fo cruel ?
Oli. Still so constant, lord.

Duke. What, to perverseness? you uncivil lady, To whose ingrate and unauspicious altars

as PAT and fulfоme] We should read, as Flat.


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