That he did range the town to seek me out. Or else the lady's mad; yet if 'twere so, She could not fway her House, command her fol- Take, and give back affairs, and their dispatch, Enter Olivia and Prieft. Oli. Blame not this hafte of mine: if you mean Now go with me, and with this holy man, Oli. Then lead the way, good father; and heav'ns That they may fairly note this act of mine! [Exeunt. He uses the fame Term again in the very fame Sense in The Win ter's Tale. Then 'tis very credent, Thou may't co-join with something, and thou doft, &c. ACT H A C T V. SCENE, The Street. Enter Clown, and Fabian. FABIAN. OW, as thou lov'ft me, let me fee his letter. Clo. Good Mr. Fabian, grant me another request. Fab. Any thing. Clo. Do not defire to fee this letter. Fab. This is to give a dog, and in recompence defire my dog again. Enter Duke, Viola, Curio, and lords. Duke. Belong you to the lady Olivia, friends? Clo. Ay, Sir, we are fome of her trappings. Duke. I know thee well, how doft thou, my good fellow? Clo. Truly, Sir, the better for my foes, and the worse for my friends. Duke. Juft the contrary; the better for thy friends. Duke. How can that be? Clo. Marry, Sir, they praise me, and make an afs of me; now, my foes tell me plainly, I am an afs: fo that by my foes, Sir, I profit in the knowledge of my felf; and by my friends I am abused: fo that, Conclufion to be asked, is, (19) if your four negatives make your (19) So that Conclufions to be as kiffes,] Tho' it might be unreasonable to call our Poet's Fools and Knaves every where to Account; yet, if we did, for the Generality we should find them refponfible. But what monftrous Abfurdity have we here? To fuppofe the Text genuine, We must acknowledge it too wild to have any known Meaning and what has no known Meaning, cannot be allow'd to have either Wit or Humour. Befides, the Clown is affecting to argue feriously and in Form. I imagine, the Poet wrote; So that, Conclufion to be asked, is i. e. So that the Conclufion I have to demand of You is this, it your Four, &c. He had in the preceding Words been inferring fome Premija, your two affirmatives, why, then the worse for my friends, and the better for my foes. Duke. Why, this is excellent. Cle. By my troth, Sir, no; tho it please you to be one of my 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 counsel. 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 finner to be a double-dealer: there's another. Clo. Primo, fecundo, tertio, is a good Play, and the old faying is, the third pays for all: the triplex, Sir, iş 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 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 covetousness; but, as you fay, Sir, let your bounty take a nap, I will awake it anon. [Exit Clown. Enter Antonio, and Officers. Yet when I faw it laft, it was befmear'd A bawbling Veffel was he Captain of, Cry'd fame and honour on him. What's the matter? 1 Offi. ✰ Offi. Orfino, this is that Antonio, That took the Phenix and her fraught from Candy; When your young nephew Titus loft his leg: Vio. He did me kindness, Sir; drew on my fide; 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 : Though I confefs, on Bafe and Ground enough, 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 Countess; now heav'n walks on earth. But But for thee, fellow, fellow, thy words are madness: Oli. What would my lord, but that he may not have, Cefario, you do not keep promise with me. Duke. Gracious Olivia, Oli. What do you fay, Cefario? Good my lord- Duke. Still fo cruel? Oli. Still fo conftant, lord. Duke. What to perverseness? you uncivil lady, My foul the faithfull'ft offerings has breath'd out, Oli. Ev'n what it please my lord, that fhall become him. Like to th' Egyptian Thief, at point of death (20) Why Should I not, had I the Heart to do it, Like to th' Egyptian Thief, at point of Death This Kill what I love!] In this Simile, a particular Story is prefuppos'd; which ought to be known, to fhew the Juftnefs and Propriety of the Comparifon. I'll give the Synopfis of it from Heliodorus's Æthiopics, to which our Author was indebted for the Allufion. Egyptian Thief was Thyamis, who was a Native of Memphis, and at the Head of a Band of Robbers. Theagenes and Chariclea falling into their Hands, Thyamis fell defperately in Love with the Lady, and would have married her. Soon after, a ftronger Body of Robbers coming down upon Thyamis's Party, He was in fuch Fears for his Miftrefs, that he had her fhut into a Cave with his Treasure. It was cuftomary with those Barbarians, when they despair'd of their own Safety, firft to make away with Those whom they held dear, and defired for Companions in the next Life. Thyamis, therefore, benetted round with his Enemies, raging with Love, Jealoufy, and Anger, went to his Cave; and calling aloud in the Egyptian Tongue, fo foon as He heard himself anfver'd towards the Cave's Mouth by a Grecian, making to the Perfon by the Direction of her Voice, he caught her by the Hair with his left Hand, and (fuppofing her to be Chariclea) with his right Hand plung'd his Sword into her Breast. That |