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be gone; if you have reason, be brief: 'tis not that time of the moon with me, to make one in so skipping a dialogue.

Mar. Will you hoift fail, Sir; here lyes your way. Vio. No, good fwabber, I am to hull here a little longer. Some mollification for your giant,

fweet Lady.

Oli. Tell me your mind.

Vio. I am a messenger.

Oli. Sure, you have some hideous matter to deliver, when the courtesy of it is fo fearful. Speak your office.

Vio. It alone concerns your ear. I bring no overture of war, no taxation of homage; I hold the olive in my hand: my words are as full of peace as matter.

Oli. Yet you began rudely. What are you? what would you?

Vio. The rudeness that hath appear'd in me, have I learn'd from my entertainment. What I am, and what I would, are as fecret as maiden-head: to your ears divinity; to any other's, profanation.

Oli. Give us the place alone. [Exit Maria.] We will hear this divinity. Now Sir, what is your text? Vio. Moft fweet Lady,

Oli. A comfortable doctrine, and much may be faid of it. Where lyes your text?

Vio. In Orfino's bosom.

Oli. In his bofom? in what chapter of his bofom? Vio. To answer by the method, in the first of his heart.

Oli. O, I have read it; it is herefy. Have you: no more to fay?

Vio. Good Madam, let me fee your face.

Oli. Have you any commitlion from your Lord to negotiate with my face? you are now out of your text; but we will draw the curtain, and fhew you the picture. Look you, Sir, fuch a one I wear this prefent: is't not well done? [Unveiling. Vio. Excellently done, if God did all." Oli. 'Tis in grain, Sir; 'twill endure wind and weather.

Vio. 'Tis beauty truly blent, whose red and white Nature's own fweet and cunning hand laid on: Lady, you are the cruel'ft fhe alive,

If you will lead these graces to the grave,
And leave the world no copy.

Oli. O Sir, I will not be fo hard-hearted: I will give out diverse schedules of my beauty. It fhall, be inventoried, and every particle and utenfil labell'd to my will. As, Item, two lips indifferently red. Item, two grey eyes, with lids to them. Item, one neck, one chin, and fo forth. Were you fent hither to praife me?

Vio. I fee you, what you are; you are too proud; But if you were the devil, you are fair.

My Lord and mafter loves you:, O, fuch love Could be but recompens'd, tho' you were crown'd The non-pareil of beauty!

Oli. How does he love me?

Vio. With adorations, with fertile tears,

With groans that thunder love, with fighs of fire. Oli. Your Lord does know my mind, I cannot. love him:

Vet I fuppofe him virtuous, know him noble,
Of great eftate, of fresh and stainless youth;
In voices well divulg'd; free, learn'd, and valiant
And in dimenfion, and the fhape of nature,
A gracious perfon; but yet I cannot love him;
He might have took his answer long ago.

Vio. If I did love you in my master's flame,
With fuch a fuff'ring, fuch a deadly life,
In your denial I would find no fenfe :
I would not understand it.

Oli. Why, what would you do?

Vio. Make me a willow cabin, at your gate,.
And call upon my foul within the houfe;
Write loyal canto's of contemned love,

And fing them loud even in the dead of night:
Hollow your name to the reverberant hills,
And make the babling goslip of the air
Cry out, Olivia! O, you fhould not reft
Between the elements of air and earth,
But you fhould pity me.

Oli. You might do much.

What is your parentage?

Vio. Above my fortunes, yet my state is well: I am a gentleman.

Oli. Get you to your Lord;

I cannot love him: let him send no more;
Unless, perchance, you come to me again,
To tell me how he takes it; fare you well:
I thank you for your pains; fpend this for me.
Vio. I am no fee'd poft, Lady; keep your purse:
My master, not myself, lacks recompence.

Love make his heart of flint that you fhall love;
And let your fervour, like my master's, be
Plac'd in contempt! farewell, fair cruelty. [Exit.
Oli. What is your parentage?

Above my fortunes, yet my state is well:

I am a gentleman.I'll be fworn thou art.
Thy tongue, thy face, thy limbs, actions and fpirit,
Do give thee five-fold blazon.Not too fast-
foft! foft!

Unless the mafter were the man..

-How now?

Even fo quickly may one catch the plague ?
Methinks I feel this youth's perfections,
With an invifible and fubtile stealth,

To creep in at mine eyes, Well, let it be-
What, ho, Malvolio.-

Enter Malvolio.

Mal. Here, Madam, at your service. Oli. Run after that fame peevifh meffenger, The Duke's man; he left this ring behind him, Would I, or not: tell him, I'll none of it. Defire him not to flatter with his Lord, Nor hold him up with hopes; I am not for him: If that the youth will come this way to-morrow, I'll give him reafons for't. Hie thee, Malvolio. Mal. Madam, I will. [Exit

Oli. I do I know not what; and fear to find Mine eye too great a flatterer for my mind. Fate, fhew thy force; ourfelves we do not owe;. What is decreed, must be; and be this fo! [Exit.

ACT II.

SCENE I

The Street.

Enter Antonio and Sebastian.

Antonio.

WILL you ftay no longer? nor will you not

that I go with you?

Seb. By your patience, no: my stars fhine darkly over me; the malignancy of my fate might, perhaps, diftemper yours; therefore I fhall crave of you your leave, that I may bear my evils alone. It were a bad recompence for your love, to lay any of them on you.

Ant. Let me yet know of you, whither 'you are bound.

Seb. No, in footh, Sir; my determinate voyage is meer extravagancy: but I perceive in you fo excellent a touch of modéfty, that you will not extort from me what I am willing to keep in; therefore it charges me in manners the rather to exprefs myself: you must know of me then, Antonio, my name is Sebaftian, which I call'd Rodorigo; my father was that Sebaftian of Meffaline, whom, I know, you have heard of. He left behind him, myself, and a fifter, both born in one hour; if the heav'ns had been pleas'd, would we had fo ended! but you, Sir, alter'd that; for, fome hour before you took me from the breach of the fea, was my fifter drown'd.

Ant. Alas, the day!

Seb. A lady, Sir, though it was faid fhe much refembled me, was yet of many accounted beautiful; but though I could not with fuch eftimable wonder overfar believe that, yet this far I will boldly publifh her, fhe bore a mind that envy could not but call fair fhe is drown'd already, Sir, with falt water, though I feem to drown her remembrance again with more.

Ant. Pardon me, Sir, your bad entertainment.. Seb. O good Antonio, forgive me your trouble, Ant. If you will not murder me for my love, let me be your fervant.

Seb. If you will not undo what you have done, that is, kill him whom you have recover'd, defire it not. Fare ye well at once; my bofom is full of kindness, and I am yet fo near the manners of my mother, that upon the least occafion more, mine eyes will tell tales of me: I am bound to the Duke Orfino's court; farewell. [Exit. Ant. The gentleness of all the gods go with thee! I have made enemies in Orfino's court, Elfe would I very shortly see thee there. But come what may, I do adore thee fo, The danger hall feem fport, and I will go

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[Exit.

Enter Viola and Malvolio, at feveral doors.

Mal. Were not you e'en now with the Countess Olivia ?

Vio. Even now, Sir; on a moderate pace I have fince arrived but hither.

Mal. She returns this ring to you, Sir; you might have faved me my pains, to have taken it away yourself She adds moreover, that you should put your Lord into a defperate affurance, fhe will none of him. And one thing more, that you, be never fo hardy to come again in his affairs, unless it be to report your Lord's taking of this.. Receive it fo

Vio. She took the ring of me; I'll none of it. Mal. Come, Sir, you peevishly threw it to her, and her will is, it fhould be fo return'd: if it be worth ftooping for, there it lyes in your eye; if not, be it his that finds it. [Exit,

Vio. I left no ring with her; what means this

Lady?

Fortune forbid, my outfide have not charm'd her t She made good view of me; indeed so much,

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