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Methought, it did relieve my passion much;
Cur. He is not here, so please your lordship, that should sing it.
Duke. Who was it?
Cur. Feste, the jester, my lord ; a fool, that the lady Olivia's father took much delight in: he is about the house. Duke. Seek him out, and play the tune the while.
[Exit Curio.-Music. Come hither, boy; If ever thou shalt love, In the sweet pangs of it, remember me : For, such as I am, all true lovers are; Unstaid and skittish in all motions else, Save, in the constant image of the creature That is belov’d.-How dost thou like this tune?
Vio. It gives a very echo to the seat
Duke. Thou dost speak masterly :
Vio. A little, by your favour.
Duke. Too old, by heaven ; Let still the woman take An elder than herself ; so wears she to him,
So sways she level in her husband's heart.
Vio. I think it well, my lord.
Duke. Then let thy love be younger than thyself, Or thy affection cannot hold the bent: For women are as roses; whose fair flower, Being once display'd, doth fall that very hour.
Vio. And so they are: alas, that they are so ; To die, even when they to perfection grow!
Re-enter Curio, and Clown.
Clo. Are you ready, sir ?
Clo. Come away, come away, death,
Fly away, fly away, breath ;
0, prepare it ;
Did share it.
Not a flower, not a flower sweet,
Not a friend, not a friend greet
Lay me, 0, where
To weep there.
Duke. There's for thy pains.
Clo. Truly, sir, and pleasure will be paid, one time or another.
Duke. Give me now leave to leave thee.
Clo. Now, the melancholy god protect thee; and the tailor make thy doublet of changeable taffata, for thy mind is a very opal !--I would have men of such constancy put to sea, that their business might be every thing, and their intent every where ; for that's it, that always makes a good voyage of nothing.-Farewell.
[Exit Clown. Duke. Let all the rest give place.
[Exeunt Curio and Attendants. Once more, Cesario, Get thee to yon' same sovereign cruelty : Tell her, my love, more noble than the world, Prizes not quantity of dirty lands;
The parts that fortune hath bestow'd upon her,
geins, That nature pranks her ini, attracts my soul.
Vio. But, if she cannot love you, sir?
Vio. 'Sooth, but you must.
Duke. There is no woman's sides,
Vio. Ay, but I know,-
Vio. Too well what love women to men may owe:
Duke. And what's her history?
Vio. A blank, my lord : She never told her love, But let concealment, like a worm i’the bud,
Feed on her damask cheek: she pin’d in thought;
Duke. But died thy sister of her love, my boy?
Vio. I am all the daughters of my father's house, And all the brothers too ;--and yet I know not :Sir, shall I to this lady?
Duke. Ay, that's the theme. To her in haste; give her this jewel; say, My love can give no place, bide no denay. (Exeunt.
SCENE V.-Olivia's Garden.
Enter Sir TOBY BELCH, Sir ANDREW AGUECHEER,
and FABIAN. Sir To. Come thy ways, signior Fabian.
Fab. Nay, I'll come ; if I lose a scruple of this sport, let me be boiled to death with melancholy.
Sir To. Would'st thou not be glad to have the nig. gardly rascally sheep-biter come by some notable shame?
Fab. I would exult, man : you know, he brought me out of favour with my lady, about a bear-baiting here.
Sir To. To anger him, we'll have the bear again; and we will fool him black and blue :-Shall we not, sir Andrew ?