Duke. When came he to this town? Here to unfold (though lately we intendea Ant. To-day, my lord; and for three months before, To keep in darkness what occasion now Oli. Still so constant, lord. Duke. What! to perverseness? you uncivil lady, Ol. 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 savage jealousy, That sometime savours nobly?-But hear me this: Since you to non-regardance cast my faith, And that I partly know the instrument That screws me from my true place Live you, the marble-breasted tyrant, still; your favour, But this your minion, whom I know you love, And whom, by Heaven I swear, I tender dearly, Him will I tear out of that cruel eye, Where he sits crowned in his master's spite. Reveals before 't is ripe) what thou dost know, Hath newly pass'd 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 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 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: Come, boy, with me; my thoughts are ripe in mis- You drew your sword upon me without cause; chief: I'll sacrifice the lamb that I do love, To spite a raven's heart within a dove. [Going. Vio. 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: 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. Hast thou forgot thyself? Call forth the holy father. Is it so long?-[Exit an Attendant. Duke. Come, away. [To VIOLA. Oli. Whither, my lord? Cesario, husband, stay. Duke. Husband? Oli. Ay, husband, can he that deny? Duke. Her husband, sirrah? Vio. No, my lord, not I. Oli. Alas, it is the baseness of thy fear That makes thee strangle thy propriety: Fear not, Cesario, take thy fortunes up; He that thou know'st thou art, and then thou art As great as that thou fear st.-0, welcome, father! Re-enter Attendant and Priest. Father, I charge thee, by thy reverence, Thyamis, in Heliodorus. But I bespake you fair, and hurt you not. Sir And. If a bloody coxcomb be a hurt, you have hurt me; think you set nothing by a bloody coxcomb. Enter SIR TOBY BELCH, drunk, led by the Clown. 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 the end on 't.-Sot, didst 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 and a passy-measures pavin; I hate 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 dressed together. Sir To. Will you help an ass-head, and a coxcomb, and a knave? a thin-faced knave, a gull? Oli. Get him to bed, and let his hurt he look'd to. [Exeunt Clown, SIR To., and SIR AND. Enter SEBASTIAN. Seb. I am sorry, madam, I have hurt your kins man; But had it been the brother of my blood, I must have done no less, with wit, and safety. You throw a strange regard upon me, and by that Case-skin. I do perceive it hath offended you; Pardon me, sweet one, even for the vows We made each other but so late ago. Re-enter Clown, with a letter. a A most extracting frenzy of mine own, Duke. One face, one voice, one habit, and two per- How does he, sirrah? Seb. Do I stand there? I never had a brother: Such a Sebastian was my brother too; [TO VIOLA. Seb. 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! He finished, indeed, his mortal act, That day that made my sister thirteen years. Where lie my maiden weeds; by whose gentle help Seb. So comes it, lady, you have been mistook : [TO OLIVIA. But nature to her bias drew in that. Duke. Be not amaz'd; right noble is his blood.— Boy, thou hast said to me a thousand times, [To V10. Vio. And all those sayings will I over-swear; That severs day from night. Duke. Give me thy hand; And let me see thee in thy woman's weeds. Vio. 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 suit, 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. Clo. Truly, madam, he holds Belzebub at the stave s end, as well as a man in his case may do: he has here writ a letter to you; I should 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,"— Oli. 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 vox.b Oli. Prithee, read i' thy right wits. Clo. So I do, madonna; but to read his right wits, is to read thus: therefore perpend, my princess, and give ear. " Oli. Read it you, sirrah. Fab. [Reads.] [TO FABIAN. By the Lord, madam, you wrong me, and the world shall know it: though you have put me into darkness, 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-USED MALVOLIO." To put on yellow stockings, and to frown Oli. Alas, Malvolio, this is not my writing, And now I do bethink me, it was she First told me thou wast mad; thou cam'st in smiling, Fab. Good madam, hear me speak; Oli. Alas, poor fool! how have they baffled thee! Clo. Why, "some are born great, some achieve greatness, and some have greatness thrown upon the:n." Geck. To geck is to deride, and hence a jock is one derided. • Importance-importunity. 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 gagged :" And thus the whirligig of time brings in his revenges. Mal. I'll be revenged on the whole pack of you. [Exit. Oli. He hath been most notoriously abus'd. Clo. When that I was and a little tiny boy, A foolish thing was but a toy, For the rain it raineth every day. But when I came to man's estate, With hey, ho, the wind and the rain, [Exeunt. 'Gainst knaves and thieves men shut their gate, For the rain it raineth every day. But when I came, alas! to wive, With hey, ho, the wind and the rain, By swaggering could I never thrive, For the rain it raineth every day. But when I came unto my bed, With hey, ho, the wind and the rain, A great while ago the world begun, a Convents-serves, ages, is convement. [Earit |