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For fhallow draught and bulk unprizable;

With which fuch feathful grapple did he make
With the most noble bottom of our fleet,

That very envy and the tongue of lofs

Cry'd fame and honour on him. What's the matter?

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1 Offi. Orfino, this is that Antonio,

That took the Phenix, and her fraught, from Candy; And this is he that did the Tiger board,

When your young nephew Titus loft his leg:

fide;

Here in the streets, desperate of shame and state, ́.
In private brabble did we apprehend him.
Vio. He did me kindnefs, fir; drew on my
But, in conclufion, put ftrange fpeech upon me,
I know not what 'twas, but distraction.

Duke. Notable pirate, thou falt-water thief,
What foolish boldness brought thee to their mercies,
Whom thou in terms fo bloody, and fo dear,
Haft made thine enemics?

Ant. Noble fir, Orfino,

Be pleas'd that I fhake off thefe names you give me :
Antonio never yet was thief, or pirate;

Though, I confefs, on bafe and ground enough,
Orfino's enemy. A witchcraft drew me hither:
That most ungrateful boy there by your fide
From the rude fea's enrag'd and foamy mouth
Did I redeem; a wreck paft hope he was:
His life I gave him, and did thereto add
My love without retention, or reftraint,
All his in dedication: for his fake
Did I expofe myself (pure for his love)
Into the danger of this adverfe town;
Drew to defend him, when he was befet;
Where being apprehended, his falfe cunning
(Not meaning to partake with me in danger)
Taught him to face me out of his acquaintance,
And grew a twenty years removed thing,

While one would wink; deny'd me mine own purse,
Which I had recommended to his use.

Not half an hour before.

Vio. How can this be?

Duke. When came you to this town?

Ant. To-day, my lord; and, for three months before, No interim, not a minute's vacancy,

Both day and night did we keep company.

SCENE III.

Enter Olivia, and Attendants.

Duke. Here comes the countefs; now heav'n walks on earth. But for thee, fellow, fellow, thy words are madness:

Three months this youth hath tended upon me;

But more of that anon. Take him afide.

Oli. What would my lord, but that he may not have,

Wherein Olivia may seem serviceable?

Cefario, you don't keep promise with me.

Vio. Madam!

Duke. Gracious Olivia!

Oli. What do you fay, Cefario? Good my lord-
Vio. My lord would fpeak, my duty hushes me.
Oli. If it be aught to the old tune, my lord,

It is as flat and fulfome to mine ear,

As howling after musick.

Duke. Still fo cruel?

Oli. Still, lord, fo conftant.

Duke. What, to perverseness? you uncivil lady, To whose ingrate and unaufpicious altars

My foul the faithfull'ft offering has breath'd out

That e'er devotion tender'd. What fhall I do?

Oli. Ev'n what it please my lord, that shall become him.
Duke. Why should I not, had I the heart to do't,

*Like to th' Égyptian thief, at point of death,

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Alluding to a story in the romance of Theagenes and Chariclea written by Heliodorus.

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Kill what I love? a favage jealousy,

That sometimes favours nobly. But hear this:
Since you to non-regardance caft my faith,
And that I partly know the inftrument

That screws me from my true place in your favour;
Live you, the marble-breafted tyrant, ftill.

But this your minion, whom, I know, you love,
And whom, by heav'n I fwear, I tender dearly,
Him will I tear out of that cruel eye,

Where he fits crowned in his mafter's spite.

Come, boy, with me; my thoughts are ripe in mischief:
I'll facrifice the lamb that I do love,

To spite a raven's heart within a dove.

Vio. And I, moft jocund, apt, and willingly,

To do you reft, a thousand deaths would die.
Oli. Where goes Cefario?

Vio. After him I love,

More than I love these eyes, more than my life,
More, by all mores, than e'er I fhall love wife.
If I do feign, you witnesses above,

Punish my life, for tainting of my love!

Oli. Ah me, detested! how am I beguil❜d?

Vio. Who does beguile you? who does do you wrong?
Oli. Haft thou forgot thyfelf? is it fo long?

Call forth the holy father.

Duke. Come, away.

Oli. Whither, my lord? Cefario, husband, stay.
Duke. Hufband?

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 ftrangle thy propriety:
Fear not, Cefario, take thy fortunes up;

Be that thou know'ft thou art, and then thou art
As great as that thou fear'st.

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Enter

O, welcome, father.

Enter Prieft.

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

Prieft. 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, 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 grizzle on thy case?
Or will not elfe thy craft fo quickly grow,
That thine own trip fhall 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, though thou haft too much fear!

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Enter for Andrew, with his head broke.

Sir And. For the love of god, a furgeon; and fend one presently to fir Toby.

Oli. What's the matter?

Sir And. H'as broke my head across, and given fir 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, fir Andrew?

Sir And.

Sir And. The duke's gentleman, one Cefario; we took him for a coward, but he's the very devil incarnate.

Duke. My gentleman, Cefario?

Sir. And. Od's lifelings, here he is: you broke my head for nothing; and that that I did, I was fet on to do't by fir Toby. Vio. Why do you speak to me? I never hurt you: You drew your fword upon me, without cause, But I befpake you fair, and hurt you not.

Enter for Toby, and Clown.

Sir And. If a bloody coxcomb be a hurt, you have hurt me: I think, you fet nothing by a bloody coxcomb. Here comes fir 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 ont: fot, didst see Dick surgeon, fot?

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

Sir To. Then he's a rogue, and a paft-measure painim. I hate a drunken rogue.

Oli. Away with him: who hath made this havock with them? Sir And. I'll help you, fir Toby, because we'll be dress'd together.

Sir To. Will you help an ass-head, and a coxcomb, and a knave, a thin-fac'd knave, a gull? [Exe. Clo. To. and And. 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 uncle: But, had it been the brother of my blood,

I must have done no lefs with wit and safety.

[all ftand in amaze.

You throw a strange regard on me, by which

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