Imatges de pÓgina

That makes thee ftrangle thy propriety :
Fear not, Cefario, take thy fortunes up:
Be that, thou know'st, thou art, and ihen 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.

Priest. A contra å 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 travellid but two hours.

Duke. O thou dissembling cub! what wilt thou be, When time hath fow'd a grizzel on thy case ? Or will not else thy craft fo 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 swear;
Hold little faith, tho' thou hast too much fear!

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Enter Sir Andrew, with his head broke. Sir 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-cross, 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.

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 othergates than he did.

Duke. How now, gentleman? how is't with you?

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

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 paft-measure

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. To. and And. Oli. Get him to bed, and let his hurt be look'd to.






Enter Sebastian.

Am sorry, Madam, I have hurt your kins-
But had it been the brother of my blood,
I must have done no less with wit 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

A nat’ral 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. Sebasian are you?
Seb. Fear'st 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 lifter,
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 Meffaline; 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 the suit,
You come to fright us.

Seb. A spirit I am, indeed ;
But am in that dimension grolly clad,
Which from the womb I did participate.
Were you a woman, as the rest goes even,

I should

I should my tears let fall upon your cheek,
And say, Thrice welcome, drowned 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 numbred thirteen years.

Seh. O, that record is lively in my soul;
He finilhed, 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 Viola ; which to confirm,
I'll bring you to a captain in this town
Where lie my maid's weeds; by whole gentle help
I was preserv'd to serve this noble Duke.
All the occurrence of my fortune since
bath been betiveen this Lady, and this Lord.
Seb. So comes it, Lady, you have been mistook:

[To Olivia. But nature to her bias drew in that. You would have been contracted 10 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 so, as yet the glass feems true,
I shall have share in this most happy wreck.
Boy, thou hast said to me a thousand times, [To Vio.
Thou never should'It love woman like to me.

Vio. And all those fayings will I over-fwear,
And all those swearings keep as true in foul;
As doch 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.

Viv. The captain, that did bring me first on shore, Hath my maid's 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.

Enter the Clown with a letter, and Fabian.
A most extracting frenzy of mine own
From my remembrance clearly banish'd his.
How does he, firrah?

Clo. Truly, Madam, he holds Belzebub at the stave's end, as well as a man in his case may do: h’as here writ a letter to you, I should have given't you to day morning. But as a mad-man's epistles are no gospels, so it skills not much, when they are deliver'd.

Oli. Open't, and read it.

Cle. Look then, to be well edify'd, when the fool delivers the mad-man-By the Lord, Madam,

[Reads. Oli. How now, art mad ?

Clo. No, Madam, I do but read madness: an your Ladyship will have it as it ought to be, you must allow Vox.

Oli. Pr'ythee, read it, i'thy right wits.

Clo. So I do, Madona · but to read his right wits, is to read thus : therefore perpend, my princess, nd give ear. Oli. Read it you, firrah.

[To Fabian. Fab. (Reads.] By the Lord, Madam, you wrong me, and the world fhall know it: though you have put me into darkness, and given your drunken Uncle rule over me, yet have I the benefit of my senses as well as your Ladyship. I have your own Letter, that induced me to the semblance I put on; with the which I doubt not, but to do myself much right, or you much shame: think of me, as you please: I leave my duty a little unthought

of, and speak out of my injury.

The madly us'd Malvolio.

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