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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 hoist fail, Sir; here lyes your way:

Vio. No, good swabber, I am to hull here a little longer. Some mollification for your giant, sweet 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 so fearful. Speak

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 secret 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 sweet Lady,

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

Vio. In Orsino's boíom.
Oli. In his bosom? in what chapter of his bosom?

Vin. To answer by the method, in the first of his, heart.

Oli. O, I have read it; it is heresy. Have you: no more to say? Vio. Good Madam, let me fee your

face. Oli. Have you any commillion from your Lord to negotiate with my face ? you are now out of your text; but we will draw the curtain, and thew you the picture. Look you, Sir, such a one I wear this present: 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 sweet and cunning hand laid on: Lally, you are the cruel'st she alive, If you will lead these graces to the grave, And leave the world no copy.

Oli. O Sir, I will not be so hard-hearted : I will give out diverse schedules of my beauty. It shall, be inventoried, and every particle and utensil labelld to my will. As, Item, two lips, indifferently red. Item, two grey eyes, with lids to them. Item, one neck, one ehin, and so forth. Were you seno hither to praise me?

Vio. I see you, what you are; you are too proud; But if you were the devil, you are fair. My Lord and master loves you :: 0, such 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 sighs of fire. Oli. Your Lord does know my mind, I cannot

love him ;
Vet I suppose him virtuous, know him noble,
Of great estate, of fresh and stainless youth ;
In voiges well divulg’d; free, learn'd, and valiant;
And in dimension, and the shape of nature,
A gracious person; 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 such a suff'ring, such a deadly life,
In your denial I would find no sense :
I would not understand it.

Oli. Why, what would you do?

Vio. Make me a willow cabin at your gate,
And call upon my soul within the house;
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 gollip of the air
Crv out,, Olivia ! 0, you should not rest
Between the elements of air and earth,
But you should 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; spend 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 Alint that you shall love;
And let your fervour, like my maiter'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 sworn thou art. Thy tongue, thy face, thy limbs, actions and spirit, Do give thee five-fold blazon. Not too fast

foft! soft!
Unless the master were the man. -How now?
Even so quickly may one catch the plague ?
Methinks I feel this youth's perfections,
With an invisible and subtile stealth,
To creep in at mine eyes, Well, let it be-
What, ho, Malvolio.

Enter Malyolio.
Mal. Here, Madam, at your service.

Oli. Run after that same peevish messenger,
The Duke's man; he left this ring behind him,
Would I, or not: tell him, I'll none of it.
Desire 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 reasons fort. 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, thew thy force ; ourselves we do not owe ;. What is decreed, must be; and be this co! [Exit.



The Street.

Enter Antonio and Sebastian.

Antonio. WILL you stay, no longer? nor will you not

Seb. By your patience, no: my stars shine darkly over me; the malignancy of my fate might, perhaps, distemper yours; therefore I shall 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 so excellent a touch of modésty, that you will not extort from me what I am willing to keep in; therefore it charges me in manners the rather to express myself: you must know of me then, Antonio, my name is Sebastian, which I callid Rodorigo; my father was that Sebastian of Messaline, whom, I know, you have heard of. He left behind him, myself, and a sister, both born in one hour; if the heav'ns had been pleas'd, would we had so ended ! but you, Sir, alter'd that; for, fome hour before you took me from the breach of the sea, was my fister drown'd.

Ant. Alas, the day !

Seb. A lady, Sir, though it was said she much resembled me, was yet of many accounted beautiful; but though I could not with such eftimable wonder overfar believe that, yet this far I will boldly publish her, she bore a mind that envy could not but call fair : she is drown'd already, Sir, with salt water, though I seem 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 any love, let me be


servant. Seb. If you will not undo what you have done, that is, kill him whom you have recover'd, desire it not.

Fare ye well at once ; my bosom is full of kindness, and I am yet so near the manners of my mother, that upon the least occasion more, mine eyes will tell tales of me: I am bound to the Duke Orsino's court; farewell.

[Exit. Ant. The gentleness of all the gods go with thee! I have made enemies in Orsino's court, Else would I very shortly see thee there.. But come what may, I do adore thee so, The danger Hall seem sport, and I will go


SC E N E II. Enter Viola and Malvolio, at several doors. Mal. Were not you e'en now with the Countess Qlivia ?

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

Mal. She returns this ring to you, Sir; you. might have saved me my pains, to have taken it away yourself She adds moreover, that you

should put your Lord into a desperate assurance, Me will none of him. And one thing more, that you be never so hardy to come again in his affairs, unless it be to report your Lord's taking of this.. Receive it so

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 should be so return'd: if it be worth stooping 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

I.ady ?
Fortune forbid, my outside have not charm'd her
She made good view of me; indeed so much,

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