Imatges de pÓgina

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. Ay me, detested ! how am I beguild?
Vio. Who does beguile you, who does do you

Oli. Hast thou forgot thyself ? Is it so long?
Call forth the holy father.
Duke. Come away,

[To Viola,
Oli. Whither, my Lord? Cefario, husband, stay.
Duke. Husband !
Oli. Ay, Husband. Can he that deny ?
Duke. Her husband, firrah ?
Vio. No, my Lord, not I.

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.

Enter Priest.

O welcome, father.
Father, I charge thee by thy reverence
Here to unfold (tho' lately we intended
To keep in darkness, what occasion now
Reveals before 'tis ripe) what, thou dost know,
Hath newly past between this youth and me.

Priejt. A contract of eternal bond of love,
Confirm’d by mutual joinder of your hands, ,
Attested by the holy close 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 sow'd a grizzel on thy * case?
Or will not else thy craft so quickly grow,
That thine own trip shall be thine overthrow?
Farewel, and take her ; but direct thy feet,
Where thou and I henceforth may never meet.

Vio. My Lord, I do protest

Oli. O, do not fwear;
Hold little faith, tho' thou hast too much fear!

Enter Sir Andrew, with his head broke.
Sir And. For the love of God a surgeon, and send
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 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,

Case is a word ufed con- talk of a fox cas, meaning the temptuously for skin. We yet stuffed skin of a fox.




Enter Sir Toby, and Clown. Sir And. If a bloody coxcomb be a hurt, you have hurt me: I think, you set nothing by a bloody coxcomb. Here comes Sir Toby halting, you shall 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


? Sir To. That's all one, he has hurt me, and there's an end on't ; sot, didst see Dick surgeon, fot?

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

Sir To. Then he's a rogue, and a past-measurePainim. 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. Sir Toby, and Sir Andrew. Oli. Get him to bed, and let his hurt be look'd to.


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Seb. I am forry, Madam, I have hurt your kinfo

man :

But had it been the brother of my blood,
I must have done no less with wir and safety.

[ All stand in amaze.
You throw a strange regard on me, by which,
I do perceive, it hath offended you ;
Pardon me, sweet one, even for the vows
We made each other, but fo 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 rack'd and tortur'd me,
Since I have lost thee?

Ant. Sebastian are you?
Seb. Fear'ft 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 fifter,
Whom the blind waves and surges have devour'd:
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 :
So went he suited to his wat’ry tomb.
If spirits can assume both form and suit,
You come to fright us.
Seb. A spirit I am, indeed;

But am in that dimension grosly clad,
Which from the womb I did participate.
Were you a woman, as the rest goes even,
I should my tears let fall upon your cheek,
And say, “ Thrice welcome, drown'd Viola !"
: · Vio. My father had a mole upon his brow.

. Seb. And so had mine.

Vio. And dy'd that day, when Viola from her birth Had number'd thirteen years.

A nat'ral perspective,] A The Duke therefore fays, that perspective seems to be taken for nature has here exhibited fuch a. hows exhibited through a glass show, where shadows seem reawith such lights as make the pic- lities ; where that which is not tures appear really protuberant. appears like that which is.


Seb. O, that record is lively in my soul;
He finished, indeed, his mortal act,
That day that made my sister thirteen years.

Vio. If nothing lets to make us happy both,
But this my masculine usurp'd attire ;
Do not embrace me, 'till each circumstance
Of place, time, fortune, do cohere and jump,
That I am Viold; which to confirm,
I'll bring you to a captain in this town
Where lie my maid's weeds; by whose gentle help
I was preserv'd to serve this noble Duke.
All the occurrence of my fortune since
Hath been between this Lady, and this Lord.
Şeb. 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 man.

Duke. Be not amaz’d: right-noble is his blood.
If this be fo, as yet the glass seems true,
I shall have share in this most happy wreck.
_Boy, thou hast said to me a thousand times, [To Vio.
Thou never shouldst love woman like to me.

Vio. And all those sayings will I over-swear,
And all those swearings keep as true in soul ;
As doth that orbed continent the fire,
That severs day from night.

Duke. Give me thy hand,
And let me see thee in thy woman's weeds.

Vio. The captain, that did bring me first on shore, Hath


garments : he upon some action
Is now in durance, at Malvolio's fuit,
A gentleman and follower of my lady's.

Oli. He shall enlarge him: fetch Malvolio hither. And yet, alas, now I remember me,

, They say, poor gentleman ! he's much distract.


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