Kill what I love; a savage jealousy,

That sometimes 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 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,
Him will I tear out of that cruel eye,

Where he sits crown'd in his master's spite.

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

To spite a raven's heart within a dove.

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

To do you rest, a thousand deaths would die.
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 beguiled!

[Going.

[Following.

Vio. Who does beguile you? who does do you wrong? Oli. Hast thou forgot thyself! Is it so long!-Call forth the holy father.

Duke. Come away.

[Exit an Attendant.

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;

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 rípe) 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:

[TO VIOLA.

Since when, my watch hath told me, toward my grave,
I have travell'd but two hours.

* Disown thy property.

Duke. O, thou dissembling cub! what wilt thou be,
When time hath sow'd a grizzle on thy case?*
Or will not else thy craft so quickly grow,
That thine own trip shall be thine overthrow?
Farewell, 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 swear;

Hold little faith, though thou hast too much fear.

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, Česario!

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 not.

Sir And. If a bloody coxcomb be a hurt, you have hurt me; I 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. After a passy-measure, or a 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 dress'd 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 be looked to.

[Exeunt CLOWN, SIR TOBY, and SIR ANDREW.

Enter SEBASTIAN.

Seb. I am sorry, Madam, I have hurt your kinsman; But, had it been the brother of my blood,

*Skin.

+ Otherways.

Serious dances.

I must have done no less, with wit and safety.
You throw a strange regard upon me, and
By that I do perceive it hath offended you;
Pardon me, sweet one, even for the vows
We made each other but so late ago.

Duke. One face, one voice, one habit, and two persons;
A natural perspective, that is, and is not.

Seb. Antonio, O my dear Antonio !

How have the hours rack'd and tortured me,
Since I have lost thee.

Ant. Sebastian are you?

Seb. Fear'st thou that, Antonio?

Ant. How have you made division of yourself?—
An apple, cleft in two, is not more twin

Than these two creatures. Which is Sebastian ?
Oli. Most wonderful.

Seb. Do I stand there? I never had a brother:
Nor can there be that deity in my nature,
Of here and everywhere. I had a sister,
Whom the blind waves and surges have devoured :-
Of charity,* what kin are you to me?

:

What countryman? what name? what parentage?
Vio. Of Messaline: Sebastian was my father;
Such a Sebastian was my brother too,
So went he suited to his watery tomb:
If spirits can assume both form and suit
You come to fright us.

Seb. A spirit I am, indeed;

But am in that dimension grossly clad,
Which from the womb I did participate
Were you a woman, as the rest goes even,
I should my tears let fall upon your cheek,
And say-Thrice welcome, drowned Viola!
Vio. My father had a mole upon his brow.
Seb. And so had mine.

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.
Vio. If nothing letst to make us happy both,

But this my masculine usurp'd attire,
Do not embrace me, till each circumstance
Of place, time, fortune, do cohere, and jump,
That I am Viola: which to confirm,

I'll bring you to a captain in this town,

Where lie my maiden weeds; by whose gentle help
I was preserved, to serve this noble count:

All the occurrence of my fortune since
Hath been between this lady and this lord.
Seb. So comes it, lady, you have been mistook:

* Out of charity tell me.

| TO VIOLA.

[TO OLIVIA.

† Hinders.

But nature to her bias drew in that,

You would have been contracted to a maid;
Nor are you therein, by my life, deceived,
You are betrothed both to a maid and man.
Duke. Be not amazed; right noble is his blood.-
If this be so, as yet the glass seems true,
I shall have share in this most happy wreck :
Boy, thou hast said to me a thousand times,
Thou never shouldst love woman like to me.

Vio. And all those sayings will I overswear;
And all those swearings keep as true in soul,
As doth that orbed continent the fire
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.

[TO VIOLA.

Oli. He shall enlarge him:-Fetch Malvolio hither:

And yet, alas, now I remember me,

They say, poor gentleman, he's much distract.

Re-enter CLOWN, with a letter.

A most extracting frenzy of mine own

From my remembrance clearly banish'd his.—
How does he, sirrah?

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 to 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.

Cio. 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.*

Oli. Pr'ythee, read i' thy right wits.

Clo. So I do, madonna; but to read his right wits, is to read thus: therefore perpend,f my princess, and give ear.

Oli. Read it you, sirrah.

[TO FABIAN. Fab. [Reads] 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.

* Voice.

The madly-used MALVOLIO.

† Attend.

Oli. Did he write this?

Clo. Ay, Madam.

Duke. This savours not much of distraction.

Oli. See him delivered, Fabian; bring him hither.

[Exit FABIAN.

My lord, so please you, these things further thought on,
To think me as well a sister as a wife,

One day shall crown the alliance on't, so please you,

Here, at my house, and at my proper cost.

Duke. Madam, I am most apt to embrace your offer.

Your master quits you [to VIOLA]; and, for your service done him,

So much against the mettle* of your sex,

So far beneath your soft and tender breeding,
And since you call'd me master for so long,

Here is my hand; you shall from this time be
Your master's mistress.

Oli. A sister?-you are she.

Re-enter FABIAN with MALVOLIO.

Duke. Is this the madman?

Oli. Ay, my lord, this same :

How now, Malvolio ?

Mal. Madam, you have done me wrong, Notorious wrong.

Oli. Have I, Malvolio?_no.

Mal. Lady, you have. Pray you, peruse that letter:

You must not now deny it is your hand,

Write from it, if you can, in hand, or phrase;

Or say, 'tis not your seal, nor your invention:
You can say none of this; Well, grant it then,
And tell me, in the modesty of honour,

Why you have given me such clear lights of favour;
Bade me come smiling, and cross-garter'd to you,
To put on yellow stockings, and to frown
Upon Sir Toby, and the lightert people:
And, acting this in an obedient hope,
Why have you suffer'd me to be imprison'd,
Kept in a dark house, visited by the priest,
And made the most notorious geckt and gull,
That e'er invention play'd on ? tell me why.

Oli. Alas, Malvolio, this is not my writing,
Though, I confess, much like the character:
But, out of question, 'tis Maria's hand.
And now I do bethink me, it was she

First told me thou wast mad; then cam❜st in smiling,
And in such forms which here were presupposed
Upon thee in the letter. Pr'ythee, be content:
This practice hath most shrewdly pass'd upon thee;
But when we know the grounds and authors of it,

* Frame and constitution.

+ Inferior.

+ Fool.