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May live at peace. He shall conceal it,
so shine, That they may fairly note this act of mine! (Exeunt.
A CT V.
S CE N E I.
Enter Clown, and Fabian.
Fab. This is to give a dog, and in recompence defire my dog again.
Enter Duke, Viola, Curio, and lords.
Duke. I know thee well; how dost thou, my good fellow ?
Clo. Truly, Sir, the better for my foes, and the worse for
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 abufed ; so that, 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
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 counfel.
Clo. Put your grace in your pocket, Sir, for this once, and let your flesh and blood obey it.
Duke. Well, I will be so much a sinner to be a dou. ble-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 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 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.
S CE N E II.
Enter Antonio, and Officers.
Duke. That face of his I do remember well;
Yet when I saw it last, it was besmear'd
i Offi. Orsino, this is that Antonio,
Vio. He did me kindness, Sir; drew on my fide; 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. Orsino, noble Sir,
A witchcraft drew me hither :
And grew a twenty years removed thing,
Vio. How can this be?
Ant. To day, my lord; and for three months before,
Enter Olivia, and Attendants.
Oli. What would my lord, but that he may not have,
seem serviceable? Cefario, you do not keep promise with me.
Oli. If it be aught to the old tune, my lord,
Duke. Still fo cruel ?
Duke. What, 10 perverseness? you uncivil lady,
* Like to th' Egyptian thief, at point of death
you to non-regardance cast my faith, And that I partly know the instrument, That screws me from my true place in your
favour: Live you the marble breasted tyrant still. But this your minion, whom, I know, you love, And whom, by heav'n, I swear, I tender dearly, Him will I tear out of that cruel eye, Where he fits crowned in his master's spight. Come, boy, with me; my thoughts are ripe in mif
chief: I'll facrifice the lamb that I do love, To spight a raven's heart within a dove. [Duke going.
Vio. And I most jocund, apt, and willingly, To do you reft, a thousand deaths would die.
(following. Oli. Where goes Cesario ?
Vio. After him I love, More than I love these
eyes, more than
Oli. Ay me, detefted! how am I beguild ?