As great as that thou fear'st.-0, welcome, father! Re-enter Attendant and Priest. 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 be look'd to. Father, I charge thee, by thy reverence, Hath newly past between this youth and me When time hath sow'd a grizzle on thy case* ? Oli. Sir And. For the love of God, a surgeon; Sir And. He has broke my head across, 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: 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 cox comb. Enter Sir TOBY BELCH, drunk, led by the Clown. Here comes sir Toby halting, you shall hear you? Sir To. That's all one; he has hurt me, and there's the end on't. Sot, did'st see Dick surgeon, sot? his Clo. O he's drunk, sir Toby, an hour agone; eyes were set at eight i'the morning. Ser To. Then he's a rogue. After a passymeasure, or a pavin‡, I hate a drunken rogue. Oli, Away with him: .Who hath made this havock with them? Skin. Otherways. Seb. I am sorry, madam, I have hurt your But, had it been the brother of my blood, Ant. Sebastian are you? Sebab akupe Fear'st thou that, Antonio? Sel Do I stand there? I never had a Of charity $,what kin are you to me?[ToVIOLA bftarentage?by Hourerfor Vio. Of Messaline: Sebastian was my father; Seb. But am in that dimension grossly clad, [birth Seb. O, that record is lively in my soul ! Vio. If nothing lets to make us happy both, Serious dances. Out of charity tell me. 67. || Hinders. One day shall crown the alliance on't, so Here at my house, and at my proper cost. your offer [your service done him, You would have been contracted to a maid; 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, 1 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 voa*. 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 +, my princess, and give ear. Oli. Read it you, sirrah. [TO FABIAN. Fab. [reads.] By the Lord, madam, you wrong me, und 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 litt e unthought of, and speak out of my injury. The madly-used Malvolio. Oli. Did he write this? Clo. Ay, madam. Duke. This savours not much of distraction. Oli. See him deliver'd, Fabian; bring him hither. [Exit FABIAN. My lord, so please you, these things further To think me as well a sister as awife,[thought on, + Attend. • Voice. How now, Malvolio? Ay, my lord, this same : Mal. Madam, you have done me wrong, Notorious wrong. Oli. " Or say, 'tis not your seal, nor your invention: Ol. Alas, Malvolio, this is not my writing, Upon thee in the letter. Pr'ythee, be content: Fab. Good madam, hear me speak; [thee! Oli. Alas, poor fool! how have they baffled ** -Clo. Why, Some are born great, some achieve greatness, and some have greatness thrown upon them. I was one, sir, in this § Inferior. Fool. 1 Frame and constitution. B interlude; one sir Topas, sir; but that's all one:-By the Lord, fool, I am not mad;— | Clo. But do you remember? Madam, why laugh you at such a barren rascal? an you smile not, he's gagg'd: And thus the whirligig of time brings in his revenges. Mal. I'll be revenged on the whole pack He hath not told us of the captain yet; A solemn combination shall be made Of our dear souls-Mean time, sweet sister, [Exeunt. SONG. When that I was and a little tiny boy, 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, With toss-pots still had drunken head, For the rain it raineth every day. A great while ago the world begun, With hey, ho, the wind and the rain, But that's all one, our play is done, And we'll strive to please you every day. [Exit. Shall serve. This play is in the graver part elegant and easy, and in some of the lighter scenes exquisitely humorous. Ague-cheek is drawn with great propriety, but his character is, in a great measure, that of natural fatuity, and is therefore not the proper prey of a satirist. The soliloquy of Malvolio is truly comic; he is betrayed to ridicule merely by his pride. The marriage of Olivia, and the succeeding perplexity, though well enough contrived to divert on the stage, wants credibility, and fails to produce the proper instruction required in the drama, as it exhibits no just picture of life.-JOHNSON, BARNARDINE, a dissolute prisoner. ISABELLA, sister to Claudio. VARRIUS, a gentleman, servant to the duke. MARIANA, betrothed to Angelo. PROVOST. THOMAS, two friars. PETER, JULIET, beloved by Claudio. MISTRESS OVER-DONE, a bawd. Lords, Gentlemen, Guards, Officers, and other Attendants. Scene,-Vienna. ACT I. Duke. Escalus,— Escal. My lord. Duke. Of government the properties to *El unfold, [course; Would seem in me to affect speech and disSince I am put to know, that your own science, Exceeds, in that, the lists of all advice My strength can give you: Then no more remains [able, But that to your sufficiency, as your worth is And let them work. The nature of our people Our city's institutions, and the terms For common justice, you are as pregnant + in, As art and practice hath enriched any That we remember: There is our commission, From which we would not have you warp. I say,bid come before us Angelo.-[Call hither, [Exit an Attendant. What figure of us think you he will bear? For you must know, we have with special soul Elected him our absence to supply; Lent him our terror, drest him with our love; And given his deputation all the organs Of our own power: What think you of it? Escal. If any in Vienna be of worth To undergo such ample grace and honour, It is lord Angelo. Enter ANGELO. There is a kind of character in thy life, But to fine issues: nor nature never lends In our remove, be thou at full ourself; Duke. No more evasion; We have with a leaven'd and prepared choice Procceded to you; therefore take your honours. Our haste from hence is of so quick condition, That it prefers itself, and leaves unquestion'd Matters of needful value. We shall write to you, As time and our concernings shall impórtune, How it goes with us; and do look to know What doth befall you here. So, fare you well: To the hopeful execution do I leave you your commissions. Of Endowments. So much thy own property. ¶ Interest. 1 Ang. [happiness. 1 Gent. And thou the velvet: thou art good velvet; thou art a three-pil'd piece, I warrant thee: I had as lief be a list of an English kersey, as be pil'd, as thou art pil'd, for a French velvet ||. Do I speak feelingly now? Lucio. I think thou dost; and, indeed, with most painful feeling of thy speech: I will, out of thine own confession, learn to begin thy health; but, whilst I live, forget to drink after thee. 1 Gent. I think, I have done myself wrong; have I not? 2 Gent. Yes, that thou hast; whether thou art tainted, or free. Lucio. Behold, behold, where madam Mi Escal. Lead forth, and bring you back in Duke. I thank you: Fare you well. [Exit.tigation comes! I have purchased as many Escal. I shall desire you, sir, to give me diseases under her roof, as come toleave 2 Gent. To what, I pray? [me I'll wait upon your honour. SCENE II. A Street. 1 Gent. Heaven grant us its peace, but not the king of Hungary's! 2 Gent. Amen. 1 Gent. Judge. 2 Gent. To three thousand dollars a-year. 1 Gent. Ay, and more. Lucio. A French crown ¶ more. 1 Gent. Thou art always figuring diseases in me; but thou art full of error; I am sound. Lucio. Nay, not as one would say, healthy; but so sound, as things that are hollow: thy bones are hollow; impiety has made a feast of thee. Enter Bawd. 1 Gent. How now? Which of your hips has the most profound sciatica? Buwd. Well, well; there's one yonder ar. rested, and carried to prison, was worth five thousand of you all. 1 Gent. Who's that, I pray thee? Lucio. Thou concludest like the sanctimo-Claudio. nious pirate, that went to sea with the ten commandments, but scraped one out of the table. 2 Gent. Thou shalt not steal? Lucio. Ay, that he razed. 1 Gent. Why, 'twas a commandment to command the captain and all the rest from their functions; they put forth to steal: There's not a soldier of us all, that, in the thanksgiving before meat, doth relish the petition well that prays for peace. 2Gent. I never heard any soldier dislike it, Lucio. I believe thee; for, I think, thou never wast where grace was said. 1 Gent. Claudio to prison! 'tis not so. Bawd. Nay, but I know, 'tis so: I saw him arrested; saw him carried away; and, which is more, within these three days his head's to be chopped off. Lucio. But, after all this fooling, I would not have it so: Art thou sure of this? Bawd. I am too sure of it and it is for getting madam Julietta with child. Lucio. Believe me, this may be he promised to meet me two hours since; and he was ever precise in promise-keeping. 2 Gent. Besides, you know, it draws something near to the speech we had to such a purpose. 1 Gent. But most of all, agreeing with the 2 Gent. No? a dozen times at least. 1 Gent. What? in metre? Lucio. In any proportion ‡, or in any proclamation language. 1 Gent. I think, or in any religion. Lucio. Ay! why not? Grace is grace, despite of all controversy: As for example; Thou thyself art a wicked villain, despite of all grace. Gent. Well, there went but a pair of sheers between us. Lucio. I grant; as there may between the lists and the velvet: Thou art the list. Lucio. Away; let's go learn the truth of it. Clo. Yonder man is carried to prison. Nİ Measure. A jest on the loss of hair by the French disease. How A cut of the same cloth. K2 |