tripping Measure, or the Bells of St. Bennet, Sir, may put you in mind, one, two, three.

Duke. You can fool no more Mony 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 defire of having is the fin of Covetoufnefs; but, as you fay, Sir, let your Bounty take a Nap, I will awake it anon.* [Exit Clown.

Enter Antonio and Officers.

Vio. Here comes the Man, Sir, that did refcue me.
Duke. That Face of his I do remember well;

Yet when I faw it laft, it was befmear'd
As black as Vulcan, in the fmoak of War:

A bawbling Veffel was he Captain of,
For fhallow Draught and Bulk unprizable,
With which fuch fcathful 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?
1 Offic. Orfino, this is that Antonio

That took the Phenix and her Fraught from Candy,
And this is he that did the Tyger board,
When your young Nephew Titus loft his Leg:
Here in the Streets, defperate of Shame and State,
In private Brabble did we apprehend him.

Vio. He did me kindness, Sir; drew on my fide,
But in conclufion put ftrange Speech 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 Enemies?

Ant. Orfino: Noble, Sir,

Be pleas'd, that I shake off these Names you give me :
Antonio never yet was Thief, or Pirate;
Though I confefs, on bafe and groud enough,
Orfino's Enemy. A Witchcraft drew me hither:
That most ungrateful Boy, there by your Side,
From the rude Seas enrag'd and foamy Mouth

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Did I redeem; a wrack paft Hope he was:
His Life I gave him, and did thereto add
My Love without Retention, or Restraint;
All this in Dedication. For his Sake,
Did I expose my self (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 ufe,

Not half an Hour before.

Vio. How can this be?

Duke. When came he 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.

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 feem ferviceable?

Cefario, you do not keep Promise with me.

Vio. Madam.

Duke. Gracious Olivia.

Oli. What do you fay, Cefario? Good my Lord.
Vio. My Lord would speak, my Duty hushes me.
Oli. If it be ought to the old Tune my Lord,
It is as fat and fulfome to mine Ear,

As howling after Mufick.

Duke. Still fo cruel?

Oli. Still fo conftant, my Lord.

Duke. What to perverfenefs? you uncivil Lady,
To whofe ingrate, and unaufpicious Altars,
My Soul the faithfull'ft Offerings have 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, had I the Heart to do it, Like to the Egyptian Thief, at point of Death

Kill what I love? a favage Jealoufie,

That sometime favours nobly; but hear me this:
Since you to Non-Regardance caft my Faith,
And that I partly know the Inftrument

That fcrews me from my true Place in your Favour:

Live you the Marble-breafted Tyrant still.

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 Master's Spight.

Come Boy with me, my Thoughts are ripe in Mischief:
I'll facrifice the Lamb that I do love.

To fpight a Raven's Heart within a Dove.

Vio. And I moft jecond, 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 thefe 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. Ay me, detefted, how am I beguil❜d?

Vio. Who does beguile you? who does do you wrong?
Oli. Haft thou forgot thy felf? Is it fo long?

Call forth the holy Father."

Duke. Come, away.

Oli. Whither, my Lord? Cefario, Husband, ftay.
Duke. Husband?

Oli. Ay, Husband; can he that deny?

Duke. Her Husband, Sirrah?

Vio. No my Lord, not I.

Oli. Alas, it is the Bafenefs 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'ft.

O welcome, Father.

Enter Prieft.

Father, I charge thee by thy Reverence
Here to unfold, tho' lately we intended
To keep in Darkness, what occafion now
Reveals before 'tis ripe; what thou doft know
Hath newly paft 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,

Strengthned 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, toward my Grave
I have travell'd but two Hours.

Duke. O thou diffembling Cub; what wilt thou be When Time hath fow'd a grizzel on thy Cafe? 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 proteft

Oli. O do not fwear,

How little Faith, tho' thou haft too much Fear.
Enter Sir Andrew with his Head broke.

Sir And. For the Love of God a Surgeon, and one prefently 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 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 Sir Toby.

Vio. Why do you fpeak to me, I never hurt you: You drew your Sword upon me without Cause,

But I befpake you fair, and hurt you not.

Enter

Enter Sir 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 Sir Toby halting, you fhall hear more; but if he had not been in drink, he would have tickled you other-gates -han he did..

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

Sir To. That's all one, h'as hurt me, and there's an end on't; Sot, didft thou see Dick Surgeon, Sot?

Clo. O he's drunk, Sir, above an hour agone; his Eyes were fet at eight i'th' Morning.

Sir To. Then he's a Rogue after a passy measures Pavin: 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 drest together.

Sir To. Will you help an Afs-head, and a Coxcomb, and a Knave, a thin fac'd Knave, a Gull? [Exe.Clo. To. & And. Oli. Get him to Bed, and let his hurt be look'd to.

Enter Sebaftian.

Seb. I am forry, Madam, I have hurt your Kinsman:
But had it been the Brother of my Blood,

I must have done no lefs with Wit and Safety.
You throw a ftrange regard upon me, and by that

I do perceive it hath offended you ;

Pardon me, fweet one, even for the Vows

We made each other, but fo late ago.

Duke. One Face, one Voice, one Habit, and two Perfons,

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 loft thee ?

Ant. Sebaftian are you?

Seb. Fear'ft thou that, Antonio ?

Ant. How have you made Divifion of your felf,
An Apple cleft in two, is not more twin
Than these two Creatures. Which is Sebaftian!
Oli. Moft wonderful!

Seb. Do I ftand there? I never had a Brother:
Nor can there be a Deity in my Nature

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