i could not find him at the Elephant : That he did range the town to seek me out. That this may be some error, but no madness, Duke. Thou shalt not be the worse for me; there's gold. Clo. But that it would be double-dealing, Sit, 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 double-dealer; there's another. Clo. Primo, secundo, tertio, is a good play; and the old saying is, the third pays for all the bells of St. Bennet, Sir, may put you in mind; One, two, three. And wrangle with my reason, that persuades me triplex, Sir, is a good tripping measure; or the 'Take, and give back, affairs, and their despatch, With such a smooth, discreet, and stable bearing, As, I perceive, she does: there's something in't, That is deceivable. But here comes the lady. Enter OLIVIA and a PRIEST. Oli. Blame not this haste of mine if you mean well, Now go with me, and with this holy man, And, having sworn truth, ever will be true. That they may fairly note this act of mine! ACT V. [Exeunt. 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 sin of covetousness: but, as you say, Sir, let your bounty take a nap, I will awake it anon. [Exit CLOWN. 1 Off. Orsino, this is that Antonio, And this is he, that did the Tiger board, SCENE I-A Street before OLIVIA'S House. In private brabble did we apprehend him. Enter CLOWN and FABIAN. Fab. Now, as thou lovest me, let me see his letter. Clo. Good master Fabian, grant me another request. Fub. Any thing. Clo. Do not desire to see this letter. Fab. That is, to give a dog, and, in recom pense, desire my dog again. Enter DUKE, VIOLA, and Attendants. 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. Clo. No, Sir, the worse. Clo. Marry, Sir, they praise me, and make an ass of me; now my foes tell ine 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, conclusions to be as kisses, if your four negatives make your two affirmatives, why, then the worse for my friends, and the better for my foes. Vio. He did me kindness, Sir: drew on my side; But in conclusion, put strange speech upon me, I know not what 'twas, but distraction. mercies, Whom thou in terms so bloody and so dear, Hast made thine enemies? Ant. Orsino, noble Sir, Be pleas'd that I shake off these names you give me ; Antonio never yet was thief or pirate, purse, Duke. Why, this is excellent. Clo. By my troth, Sir, no; though it please Not half an hour before. you to be one of my friends. Which I had recommended to his use Vio. How can this be? Duke. When came he to this town? Ans. To-day, my lord; and for three months before, (No interim, not a minute's vacancy,) Enter OLIVIA and Attendants. Duke. Here comes the countess: now heaven walks on earth.- But for thee, fellow, fellow, thy words are madness: Three months this youth hath tended upon me; Wherein Olivia may seem serviceable ?- 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 fat and fulsome to mine ear, As howling after music. Duke. Still so cruel? Oli. Still so constant, lord. Duke. What! to perverseness? you uncivil lady, To whose ingrate and unauspicious altars My soul the faithfull' st offerings hath breath'd out, That e'er devotion tender'd! What shall I do? Oli. Even what it please my lord, that shall become him. Duke. Why should I not, bad I the heart to do it, Like to the Egyptian thief, at point of death, + Kill what I love; a savage jealousy, That sometime savours nobly ?-But hear me this: Since you to non-regardance cast my faith, 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 heaven, I swear, I tender dearly, Hin will tear out of that cruel eye, mischief; I'll sacrifice the lamb that I do love, To spite a raven's heart within a dove. [Going. T'io. 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; Oli. Ah me, detested! how am I beguil'd! Vio. Who does beguile you? who does do you wrong? Oli. Hast thou forgot thyself! Is it so long!Call forth the holy father. [Exit an Attendant. Duke. Come away. [TO VIOLA. Oli. Whither my lord?-Cesario, husband, 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,-O welcome father! Re-enter Attendant and PRIEST. Father, I charge thee, by thy reverence, Here to unfold (though 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 contract of eternal bond of love, Confirm'd by mutual joinder of your hands, Attested by the holy close of lips, Strengthen'd by interchangement 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, toward my Enter Sir ANDREW AGUE-CHEEK, with his head broke. Sir And. For the love of God, a surgeon; send one presently to Sir Toby. Oli. What's the matter? Sir And. He has broke my head across, and has given Sir Toby a bloody coxcomb too: for the love of God, your help: I had rather than forty pounds, 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 did. Duke. How now, gentlemen? how is't with you? Sir To. That's all one; he has hurt me, and there's the end on't.-Sot, did'st see Dick surgeon, sot? Clo. O he's drunk, Sir Toby, an hour agone; his eyes were set at eight i'the morning. Sir To. Then he's a rogue. After a passymeasure, or a pavin, 1 bate a drunken rogue. Oli. Away with him: Who hath made this havoc with them? Sir And. I'll help you, Sir Toby, because we'll be dress'd together. Sir To. Will you help an ass-head, and a Enter SEBASTIAN. Seb. I am sorry, madam, I have hurt your But had it been the brother of my blood, Duke. One face, one voice, one habit, A natural perspective, that is, and is not. How have the hours rack'd and tortur'd me, Ant. Sebastian are you? Seb. Fear'st thou that, Antonio? Is now in durance; at Malvolio's suit, some Oli. He shall enlarge him :-Fetch Malvolio hither: And yet, alas, now I remember me, and They say, poor gentleman, he's much distract. Re-enter CLOWN, with a letter. A most extracting frenzy of mine own Clo. Truly, madam, he holds Belzebub at the stave's end, as well as a man in his case may Ant. How have you made division of your- do: he has here writ a letter to you, I should self? An apple, cleft in two, is not more twin Than these two creatures. Which is Sebastian? Oli. Most wonderful! Nor can there be that deity in my nature, Of charity, what kin are you to me? [To VIOLA. What countryman? what name? what parentage? Vio. Of Messaline: Sebastian was my father; Seb. A spirit I am, indeed; Vio. My father had a mole upon his brow. Vio. And died that day when Viola from her birth Had number'd thirteen years. Seb. O that record is lively in my soul Vio. If nothing lets to make us happy both, I was preserv'd, to serve this noble count: took : But nature to her bias drew in that. If this be so, as yet the glass seems true, Thou never should'st love woman like to me. • Ou of charity tell me. have given it you to-day morning; but as a madman's epistles are no gospels, so it skills not much, when they are delivered. Oli. Open it, and read it. Clo. Look then to be well edified, when the fool delivers the madman :-By the lord, madam. Oti. How now! art thou mad! Clo. No, madam, I do but read madness: an your ladyship will have it as it ought to be, you must allow vor. • Oli. Pr'ythee, read i'thy right wits. Clo. So I do, madouna; but to read his right princess, and give ear. wits, is to read thus: therefore perpend, tiny Oli. Read it, you sirrab. [To FABIAN. Fab. [Reads.] By the Lord, madum, you wrong me, and the world shall know it: though you have put me into dar ness, and given your drunken cousin 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. Oli. Did he write this? Clo. Ay, madam. Duke. This savours not much of distraction. Oli. See him deliver'd, Fabian; bring him [Exit FABIAN. hither. My lord, so please you, these things further thought on, To think me as well a sister as a wife, Your master quits you: [TO VIOLA.] and, for So far beneath your soft and tender breeding, Oli. A sister? you are she. Re-enter FABIAN, with MALVOLIO. Mal. Madam, you have done ine wrong, [To VIOLA. Oli. Have 1, Malvolio? no. Mal. Lady vou have. Pray you, peruse that greatness, and some have greatness thrown letter ; You must not now deny it is your hand, Why you have given me such clear lights of Bade me come smiling, and cross-garter'd to To put on yellow stockings, and to frown Oli. Alas! Malvolio, this is not my writing, And in such forms which here were presuppos'd thee; But, when we know the grounds and authors Thou shalt be both the plaintiff and the judge Fab. Good madam, hear me speak; Oli. Alas, poor fool! how have they baffled § 1 Clo. Why, some are born great, some achieve upon them. I was one, Sir, in this interlude; one Sir Topas, Sir; but that's all one:-By the Lord, fool, I am not mad;-But do you remember? Madam, why laugh you at such a barren rascal? an you smile not, he's gagg'd: And thus the whirligig of time brings in his revenges. you. Mal. I'll be revenged on the whole pack of He hath not told us of the captain yet; Clo. SONG. [Exeunt. 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