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I'll do my best Oli. I know his soul is in heaven, fool. To woo your lady: yet (Aside, 1 a barful strife! Clo. 'The more fool you, madonna, to mourn Whoe'er I woo, myself would be his wife. for your brother's soul being in heaven. -Take

[Ereunt. away the fool, gentlemen. SCENE V. A Room in Olivia's House.

Oli What think you of this fool, Malvolio?

doth he not meud ? Enter Maria and Clown.

Mal. Yes; and shall do, till the pangs of death Mar. Nay, either tell me where thou hast been, shake him : Infirmity, that decays the wise, doch or I will not open iny lips so wide as a bristle ever make the better fool. may enter, in way of thy excuse: my lady will Clo. God send you, sir, a speedy infirmity, for hang thee for thy absence.

the better increasing your folly ! Sir Toby will Clo. Let her hang me: he that is well hanged be sworn that I am no fox; but he will not pass in this world needs to fear no colours.

bis word for twopence that you are no fool. Mar. Make that good.

Oli. How say you to that, Malvolio ? Clo. He shall see none to fear.

Mal. I marvel your lady ship takes delight in Mar. A good lenten answer: I can tell thee such a barren rascal; I saw him put down the where that saying was born, of, I fear no colours. other day with an ordinary fool that has no more Clo. Where, good mistress Mary?

brain than a stone. Look you now, he's out of Mar. In the wars; and that may you be bold his guard already; unless you laugh and ministo say in your foolery.

ter occasion to him, he is gagged. I protest I Clo. Well, God give them wisdom, that have take these wise men, that crow so at these set it; and those that are fools, let them use their kind of fools, no better than the fools' zanies. talents.

Oli. O, you are sick of self-love, Malvolio, Mar. Yet you will be hanged for being so long and taste with a distempered appetite. To be absent ; or, to be turned away, is not that as generous, guiltless, and of free disposition, is to good as a hanging to you?

take those things for bird-bolts, that you deem Clo. Many a good hanging prevents a bad cannon-bullets: There is no slander in an allowmarriage; and, for turning away, let summered fool, though he do nothing but rail; nor no bear it out.

railing in a known discreet inan, though he do Mar. You are resolute then?

nothing but reprove. Clo. Not so neither; but I am resolved on two. Clo. Now Mercury endue thce with leasing, points.

for thou speakest well of fools ! Mar. That, if one break, the other will hold;

Re-enter Maria. or, if both break, your gaskins fall.

Clu. Apt, in good faith ; very apt! Well, go Mar. Madam, there is at the gate, a young thy way; if Sir Toby would leave drinking, thou gentleman, much desires to speak with you. wert as witty a piece of Eve's flesh as any in Oli. From the count Orsino, is it? Hlyria.

Mar. I know not, madam; 'tis a fair young Mar. Peace, you rogue, no more o' that; here man, and well attended. comes my lady: make your excuse wisely, you Oli. Who of my people hold him in delay ? were besi.

( Erit. Mar. Sir Toby, madam, your kinsman.

Oli. Fetch hiin uff, I pray you; he speaks noEnter Olivia and Malvolio.

thing but madman: Fie on him! [Erit Maria.) Clo. Wit, and't be thy will, put me into good Go you, Malvolio; if it be a suit from the couni, fooling! those wits, that think they have thee, I ain sick, or not at home; what you will to do very oft prove fools; and I, that am sure 1 dismiss it. [Erit Malvolio.) Now you see, sir, lack thee, may pass for a wise man: For what how your fooling grows old, and people dislike it. says Quinapalus? Better a witty fool, than a Clo: Thou hast spoke for us, madonna, as if foolish wit. God bless thee, lady!

thy eldest son should be a fool : whose skull Jove Oli. Take the fool away.

cram with brains, for here he comes, one of thy Clo. Do you not hear, fellows ? Take away kin, has a most weak pia mater. the lady. Oli. Go to, you're a dry fool ; l'll no more of

Enter Sir Toby Belch you : besides, you grow dishonest.

Oli. By mine honour, half drunk.-What is Clo. Two faults, madonna, that drink and good he at the gate, cousin ? counsel will amend : for give the dry fool drink,

Sir To. A gentleman. then is the fool not dry; bid the dishonest man

Oli. A gentleman! what gentleman? mend himself; if he mend, he is no longer dis-L. Sir To: 'Tis a gentleman here-A plaguc o' honest; if he cannot, let the botcher mend him : these pickle-herrings !-How now, sot? Any thing that's mended, is but patched; virtue,

Clo. Good Sir Toby, that transgresses, is but patched with sin : and

Oli. Cousin, cousin, how have you come so sin, that amends, is but patched with virtue: 11 early by this

lethargy? that this simple syllogism will serve, so; if it

Sir To. Lechery ! 1 defy lechery : There's one will not, what remedy? As there is no true at the gate. cuckold but calamity, so beauty's a flower :- Oli. Ay, marry; what is he? the lady bade take away the fool; therefore, il Sir . Let him be the devil, an he will, 1 say again, take her away:

care not: give me faith, say I. 'Well, it's all Oli. Sir, 1 bade them take away you.


[Erit. Clo. Misprision in the highest degree !-Lady,

Oli. What's a drunken man like, fool ? Cucullus non facit monachum; that's as much Clo. Like a drown'd man, a fool, and a madas to say, I wear not motley in my brain. Good man: one draught above heat makes him a fool; madonna, give me leave to prove you a fool.

the second mads him, and a third drowns him. Oli. Can you do it?

Oli. Go thou and seek the coroner, and let Clo. Dexterously, good madonna.

him sit o' my coz; for he's in the third degree Oli. Make your proof.

of drink ; he's drown'd; go look after him. Clo. I must catechise you for it, madonna: Clo. He is but mad yet, madonna; and the Good my mouse of virtue, answer me.

fool shall look to the madman. [Erii Clown. Oli. Well, sir, for want of other idleness, I'll 'bide your proof.

Re-enter Malvolio. Clo. Good madonna, why mourn'st thou ? Mal. Madam, 'yond young fellow swears he Oli. Good fool, for my brother's death. will speak with you. I told him you were sick; Clo. I think his soul is in hell, madonna.

he takes on bim to understand so much, and


therefore comes to speak with you: 1 told him Vio. It alone concerns your ear. I bring no you were asleep; he seems to have a foreknow. overture of war, no taxation of homage; I hold ledge of that too, and therefore comes to speak the olive in my hand : my words are as full of with you. What is to be said to him, lady 1 he's peace as matter. fortified against any denial.

Oli. Yet you began rudely. What are you? Oli. Tell him, he shall not speak with me. what would you l Mal. He has been told so: and he says, he'll Vio. The rudeness, that hath appear'd in me, stand at your door like a sheriff's post, and be have I learn'd from my entertainment. What the supporter of a bench, but he'll speak with you. I am, and what I would, are as secret as maidOli. What kind of man is he?

enhead: to your ears, divinity ; to any other's, Mal. Why, of man kind.

profanation Oli. What manner of man ?

Oli. Give ns the place alone; we will hear Mal. of very ill manner; he'll speak with this divinity. (Erit Maria. Now, sir, what is yon, will you or no.

your text? Oli. or what personage and years is he? Vio. Most sweet lady, Mal. Not yet old enough for a man, nor young Oli. A comfortable doctrine, and much inay enough for a boy; as a squash is before 'uis a be said of it. Where lies your text? peascod, or a codling

when 'uis almost an apple : Vio. In Orsino's bosom. 'tis with him een standing water, between boy Oli. In his bosom? In what chapter of his and man. He is very well favoured, and he bosom ? speaks very shrewishly; one would think, his Vio. To answer by the method, in the first of m ther's milk were scarce out of him.

his heart. Oli. Let him approach : Call in my gentle- Oli. O, I have read it; it is heresy. Have

you no more to say ? Mal Gentlewoman, my lady calls. [Erit.

Vio. Good madam, let me see your face.

Oli. Have you any commission from your Re-enter Maria.

lord to negociate with my face 7 you are now Oli. Give me my veil; come, throw it o'er out of your text: but we will draw the curtai, my face ;

and shew you the picture. Look you, sir, such We'll once more hear Orsino's embassy. a one as 1 was, this presents :- Is't no well

done ? Enter Viola.


Vio. Excellently done, if God did all. Vio. The honourable lady of the house, which Oli. 'Tis in grain, sir; 'will endure wind and Is she ?

weather. Oli. Speak to me, I shall answer for her: Vio. "Tis beauty truly blent, whose red and Your will ?

white Vio. Most radiant, exquisite, and unmatch. Nature's own sweet and cunning hand laid on: able beanty, - pray you, tell me, if this be the Lady, you are the cruel'st she alive, tady of the honse, for I never saw her: I would If you will lead these graces to the grave, be loath to cast away my speech; for, besides and leave the world no copy. that it is excellently well penn'd, I have taken Oli. 0, sir, I will not be so hard-hearted; 1 great pains to con it. Good beauties, let me will give out divers schedules of niy beauty : It sustain no scorn ; I am very comptible, even to shall be inventoried ; and every particle and the least sinister usage

utensil labelled to my wil : as, item, two lips Oli. Whence came you, sir ?

indifferent red; item, two gray eyes, with lids Vio. I can say little more than I have studied, to them; item, one neck, one chin, and so forth. and that question's out of my part. Good gen. Were you sent hither to praise me ? tle one, give me modest assurance, if you be Vio. I see you what you are : you are too the lady of the house, that I may proceed in my

proud; speech

But, if you were the devil, you are fair. Oli. Are you a comedian ?

My lord and master loves you; 0, such love Vio. No, my profound heart; and yet, by the could be but recompens'd, though you were very fangs of malice, I swear, I am not that I crown's play. Are you the lady of the house?

The nonpareil of beauty! Oli. If I do not usurp myself, I am.


How does he love me? Vio. Most certain, if you are she, you do Vio. With adorations, with fertile tears, usurp yourself ; for what is yours to bestow, is With groans that thunder love, with sighs of fire. not yours to reserve. But this is from my com- Oli. Your !ord does know my mind, 1 cannot mission: I will on with my speech in your love him : praise, and then show you the heart of my mes- Yet I suppose him virtuons, know him noble, sage.

of great estate, of fresh and stainless youth; Oli. Come to what is important in't: 1 forgive In voices well divulg'd, free, learn’d,and valiant, yon the praise.

And, in dimension, and the shape of nature, Vio. Alas, I took great pains to study it, and A gracious person but yet I cannot love him; 'tis poetical.

He might have took his answer long ago. ou. It is the more like to be feigned ; 1 pray Vio. If I did love you in my master's flame, you, keep it in. I heard you were saucy at my With such a suffering, such a deadly life, gates; and allowed your approach, rather to In your denial I would find no sense, wonder at you than to hear you. If you be not 1 would not understand it. mad, be gone; if you have reason, be brief: Oli.

Why, what would you ? 'tis not that time of moon with me, to inake Vio. Make me a wilow cabin at your gate, one in so skipping a dialogue.

And call upon my soul within the house ; Mar. Will you hoist sail, sir ? here lies your Write loyal cantons of contemned love, way.

And sing them loud even in the dead of night; Vio. No, good swabber: I am to hull here a Holla your name to the reverberate hills, little longer. -Some mollification for your giant, And make the babbling gossip of the air sweet lady.

Cry out, Olivia ! O, you should not rest Oli. Tell me your mind.

Between the elements of air and earth, Vio. I am a messenger.

But you should pity me. Oli. Sure, you have some hideous matter to Oli. You might do much : What is your pa. deliver, when the courtesy of it is so fearful. rentage ? Speak your office.

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

Seb. O, good Antonio, forgive me your trouble. Oli.

Get you to your lord; Ant. If you will not murder me for iny love, I cannot love him : let him send no more; let me be your servant. Unless, perchance, you come to me again, Seb. If you will not undo what you have done, To tell me how he takes it. Fare you well: that is, kill him whom you have recovered, I thank you for your pains: spend this for me. desire it not. Fare ye well at once : my busom

Vio. I am no see'd post, lady ; keep your purse; is full of kindness; and I am yet so near the My master, not myself, lacks recoinpense. manners of my mother, that upon the least Love make his heut of 'fint, that you shall love ; occasion more, inine eyes will tell tales of rue. And let your fervour, like my master's, be I am bound to the count Orsino's cout: farePlac'd in contempt! Farewell, fair cruelty.


(Erit. (Exit.

Ant. The gentleness of all the gods go with Oli. What is your parentage ?

thee ! Above my fortunes, yet my state is well : I have many enemies in Orsino's court, I am a gentleman. - I'll be sworn thou art, Else would I very shortly see thee there: Thy tongue, thy face, thy limbs, actions, and But, come what inay, I do adore thee so, spirit,

That danger shall seem sport, and I will go. Do give thee five-fold blazon ;-Not too fast :

Erit soft! soft!

SCENE II. A Street.
Unless the master were the man.-How now?
Even so quickly may one catch the plague ?

Enter Viola ; Malvolio following: Methinks, I feel this youth's perfections, Mal. Were not you even now with the counWith an invisible and subtle stealth,

tess Olivia ? To creep in at mine eyes. Well, let it be.

Vio. Even sir ; on a moderate pace I What, ho, Malvolio!

have since arrived but hither. Re-enter Malvolio.

Mal. She returns this ring to you, sir; you Mal. Here, madam, at your service. might have saved me my pains, lo llave taken

it away yourself. She adds moreover, that you Oli. Run after that same peevish messenger, should put your lord into a desperate issurance The county's man: he left ihis ring behind him, she will none of him: And one thing more; Would I, or not; tell him, I'll none of it.

that you be never so hardy to come again in Desire himn not to fatter with his lord,

his attuirs, wless it be to report your lord's Nor hold him up with hopes! I am not for him : taking of this. Receive it so. If that the youth will come this way to-morrow,

Vio. She took the ring of me!-I'll none of it. I'll give him reasons for t. Hie thee, Malvolio.

Mal. Come, sir, you peevishly threw it to her; Mal. Madam, I will.

(Exit. and her will is, it should be so returned: if it be Oli. I do I know not what: and fear to find

worth stooping for, there it lies in your eye; Mine eye too great a flatterer for my mind.

fuot, be it his that finds it.

(Eril. Fate, show thy force: ourselves we do not owe; Vio. I left no ring with her: What means What is decreed, must be ; and be this so!

this lady? (Exit. Fortune forbid my outside have not charm'd

her! ACT II.

She made good view of me; indeed, so much,

That, sure, methought her eyes had lost her SCENE 1. The Sea Coast.

tongue, Enter Antonio and Sebastian.

For she did speak in starts distractedly. Ant. Will you stay no longer? nor will you luvites me in this churlish messenger.

She loves me sure ; the cunning of her passion not, that I go with you?

None of my lord's ring! why, he sent her none. Seb. By your patience, no: my stars shine I am the man ;-If it be so, (as 'tis.) darkly over me the malignancy of my fate Poor lady, she were better love a dream. mighi, perhaps, distemper yours; therefore 1 Disguise, I see, thou art a wickedness, shall crave of you your leave, that I may bear wherein the pregnant enemy does much. my evils alone: It were a bad recompense for How easy is it for the proper-false yorr love, to lay any of them on you. Ant. Let me yet know of you, whither you Alas, our frailty is the cause, not we:

In women's waxen hearts to set their forms! are bound.

For, such as we are made of, such we be. Seb. No, 'sooth, sir; my determinate voyage How will this fadge ? My master loves her is mere extravagancy. But I perceive in you

dearly : 80 excellent a touch of modesty, that you will And I, poor monster, fond as much on hin; not extort from me what I am willing to keep And she, mistaken, seems to drte on me ; in : therefore it charges me in manners the What will become of this! A. I ain man, rather to express myself. You must know or My state is desperate for my master's love; me; then, Antonio, my name is Sebastian, As I am woman, now alas the day! which I called Rodorigo : my father was that what thriftless sighs shall poor Olivia breathe ? Sebastian of Messaline, whom, I know, yon time, thou must untangle this, not 1: have heard of : he left behind him mysell, and it is too hard a knot for me to unlie. a sister, both born in an hour, If the heavens

(Exit. had been pleased, 'would we had so ended! but, SCENE III. A Room in Olivia's House. you, sir, altered that; for, some hour before you took me from the breach of the sea, was Enter Sir Toby Belch and Sir Andrew Aguemy sister drowned.

cheek. Ant. Alas, the day!

Sir To. Approach, Sir Andrew: not to be Seb. A lady, sir, though it was said she much a bed after midnight, is to he up betimes; and resembled me, was yet of many accounted diluculo surgere, thou kuow'st, beautiful : but, though I could not, with such Sir And. Nay, by my troth, I know not: but estimable wonder, overfar believe that, yet thus I know to be up late, is in be up late. far I will boldly publish her, she bore a mind Sir To. A false conclusion; I hate it as an that envy could not but call fair: she is drowned unfilled can: To be up after midnight, and to already, sir, with salt water, though I seem to go to bed then, is early ; so that to go to bed drown her remembrance again with more. after midnight, is to go to bed betimes. Do not Ant Pardon me, eir, youç bad entertainment. our lives consist of the four elements ?

Sir And. ? Faith, so they say, but, I think, it merry men we be. Am not ? consanguineous ? Sir 7o. Thou art a scholar ; let us therefore There dwelt a man in Babylon, lady, lady! eat and drink.-Marian, I say I-a stoop of

(Singing. wine !

Clo. Beshrew me, the knight's in admirable Enter Clown.

fooling. Sir And. Here comes the fool, i' faith.

Sir And. Ay, he does well enough, if he be Clo. How now, my hearts? Did you never disposed, and so do I 100; he does is with a betsee the picture of we three?

ter grace, but I do it more natural. Sir To. Welcome, ass, now let's have a catch.

Sir To. O, t'ie twelfth day of December, Sir Ard. By my troth, the fool has an excel; Mar. For the love o' God, peace.

(Singing. lent breast. I had rather than forty shiliings I had such a leg; and so sweet a breath to sing,

Enter Malvolio. as the fool has. In sooth, thou wast in very gracious fooling last night, when thou spokest Mal. My masters, are you mad ? or what are of Pigrogromitus, of the Vapians passing the you? Have you no wit, manners, nor honesty, equinoctial of Queubus, was very good, but to gabble like tinkers at this time of nighi i i faith. I sent thee sixpence for thy lemau : Do you make an alehouse of my lady's honse. Hadst it?

that ye squeak out your coziers' catches withClo. I did impeticos thy gratillity: for Malvo- out any mitigation or remorse of voice? Is lio's nose is no whipstock: My lady has a white there no respect of place, persons, nor time, in hand, and the Myrmidons are no bottle-ale you? houses.

Sir To. We did keep time, sir, in our catches. Sir And. Excellent! Why, this is the best Sneck up! fooling, when all is done. Now, a song.

Mal. Sir Toby, I must be round with you. Sir To. Come on; there is sixpence for you: My lady bade me tell you, that thongh shie har let's have a song.

bours you as her kinsman, she's nothing allied Sir And. There's a testril of me too: if one to your disorders. If you can separate yourknight give a

selt' and your misdemeanors, you are welcome Clo. Would you have a love-song, or a song :o the house; if not, an it would please you to of good life?

take leave of her, she is very willing to bid you Sir To. A love-song, a love-song.

farewell. Sir And. Ay, ay; I care not for good life.

Sir To. Farewell, dear heart, since I must

needs be gone. SONG

Mar. Nay, good Sir Toby.
Clo. O mistress mine, where are you roaming? Clo. His eyes do show his days are almost done.
O, stay and hear; your true love's coming,

Mal. Isil even so ?
That can sing both high and low:

Sir To. But I will never die.
Trip it no further, pretty sweeting;

Clo. Sir Toby, there you lie.
Journeys end in lovers' ineeting,

Mal. This is much credit to you.
Every wise man's son doth know. Sir To. Shall I bid him gci (Singing

Clo. What an if you do?
Sir And. Excellent good, i' faith:
Sir To. Gcod, good.

Sir To. Shall I bid him go, and spare not?

Clo. O no, no, no, no, you dare not. Clo. What is love? 'is not hereafter ;

Sir To. Out o'time ? sir, ye lie.- Art any Present mirth hath present laughter; more than a steward ? Dost thou think, because What's to come is still unsure;

thou art virtuous, there shall be no more cakes In delay there lies nu plenty ;.

and ale ? Then come kiss me, sweet-and-twenty, Clo. Yes, by Saint Anne: and ginger shall Youth's a stuff will not endure.

be hot i' the mouth too. Sir And. A mellifluous voice, as I am true

Sir To. Thou’rt i' the right.--Go, sir, rub knight.

your chain with crums :-A stoop of wine, MaSir To. A contagious breath.

ria! Sir And. Very sweet and contagious, i' faith

Mal. Mistress Mary, if you prized my lady's Sir To. To hear by the nose, it is dulcet in favour at any thing more than contempt, you contagion. But shall we make the welkin dance would not give means for this uncivil rule ; she indeed ? Shall we rouse the night-owl in a catch, shall know of it, by this hand. that will draw three souls out of one weaver ? Mar. Go shake your ears. shall we do that?

Sir And. 'Twere as good a deed as to drink Sir And. An you love me, let's do't: I am when a man's a hungry, to challenge him to dog at a catch.

the field ; and then to break promise with him, Clo. By’r lady, sir, and some dogs will catch and make a fool of him. well.

Sir To. Do'l, knight : l'll write thee a chalSir And. Most certain : let our catch be, Thou lenge ; or l'Il deliver thy indignation to him by knave.

word of mouth. Clo. Hold thy peace, thou knave, knight ? ]

Mar, Sweet Sir Toby, be patient for to-night; sball be constrain’d in't, to call thee knave, since the youth of the connt's was to-day with

my lady, she is much out of quiet. For monsieur Sir And. 'Tis not the first time 1 have con- Malvolio, let me alone with him : if I do not gull strain'd one to call me knave. Begin, fool; it him into a nay-word, and make him a common begins, Hold thy peace.

recreation, do not think I have wit enough so Clo. I shall never begin, if I hold my peace.

Tie straight in my bed : I know, I can do it. Sir And. Good, i' faith! Come, begin.

Sir To. Possess us, possess us; tell us some[They sing a catch. thing of him.

Mar. Marry, sir, sometimes he is a kind of Enter Maria.

Puritan. Mnr. What a caterwauling do you keep here! Sir And. O, if I thought that, I'd beat him If my lady have not called up her steward, like a dog. Malvolio, and bid him turn you out of doors, Sir 7o. What, for being a Puritan? thy ex. never trust me.

quisite reason, dear knight? Sir To. My lady's a Cataian, we are politi- Sir And. I have no exquisite reason for't, but cians : Malvolio's a Peg-a-Ramsey, and Three I have reason good enough.



Mar. The devil a Puritan that he is, or any Hath it not, boy? thing constantly but a time pleaser; an aflec- Vio

A little, by your favour. tioned ass, that cons state without book, and Duke. What kind of woman is't ? utters it by great swarths: the best persuaded Vio

of your complexion of himself, so crammed, as he thinks, with ex- Duke. She is not worth thee then. What cellencies, that it is his ground of faith, that all,

years, i' faith? that look on him, love him; and on that vice Vio. About your years, my lord. in hit will my revenge find notable cause io Duke. Too old, by heaven; Let still the wowork.

man take Sir To. What wilt thou do?

An elder than herself ; so wears she to him, Mar. I will drop in his way some obscure So sways she level in her husband's heart. epistles of love; wherein, by the colour of his For, boy, however we do praise ourselves, beard, the shape of his leg, the manner of his Our fancies are more giddy and unfirm, gait, the expressure of his eye, forehead, and More longing, wavering, sooner lost and worn, complexion, he shall find himself most feelingly Than women's are. personated: I can write very like my lady, Vio.

I think it well, my lord your niece; on a forgotten matter we can hardly Duke. Then let thy love be younger than thy make distinction of our hands.

self, Sir To. Excellent ! I smell a device.

Or thy affection cannot hold the bent : Sir And. I have't in my nose too.

For women are as roses; whose fair flower, Sir To. He shall think, by the letters that Being Once display'd, doth fall that very hour. thou wilt drop, that they come from my niece, Vio. And so they are: alas, that they are so ; and that she is in love with him.

To die, even when they to perfection grow! Mar. My purpose is, indeed, a horse of that

Re-enter Curio and Clown. colour. Sir And. And your horse now would make Duke. O fellow, come, the song we had last him an ass.

night : Mar. Ass, I doubt not.

Mark it, Cesario; it is old and plain : Sir And. O, 'twill be admirable.

The spinsters and the knitters in the sun, Mar, Sport royal, I warrant you: I know, And the free maids that weave their thread with my physic will work with him. I will plant

bones, you two, and let the fool make a third, where Do use to chant it; it is silly sooth, he shall find the letter; observe his construction And dallies with the innocence of love, of it. For this night, to bed, and dream on the Like the old age. event. Farewell.


Clo. Are you ready, sir? Sir To. Good night, Penthesilea.

Duke. Ay; pr'y thee, sing.

(Musick. Sir And. Before me, she's a good wench.

SONG. Sir To. She's a beagle, true bred, and one that adores me; What o' that?

Clo. Come away, come away, death, Sir And. I was adored once too.

And in sad cypress let me be laid ; Sir To. Let's to bed, kuight.-Thou hadst Fly away, fly away, breath; need send for more money.

I am slain by a fair cruel maid. Sir And. If I cannot recover your niece, I

My shroud of white, stuck all with yew, am a foul way out.

O, prepare it ; Şir To. Send for money, knight; if thou hast

My part of death no one so true ner not i' the end, call me Cut.

Did share it. Sir And. If I do not, never trust me, take it

Not a flower, not a flower sweet, how you will.

On my black coffin lei there be strown ; Sir To. Come, come; I'll go burn some sack,

Noi a friend, not a friend greet 'tis too late to go to bed now : come, knight; My poor corpse, where my bones shall be come, knight.



A thousand thousand sighs to save,
SCENE IV. A Room in the Duke's Palace.

Lay me, o, where
Enter Duke, Viola, Curio, and others. Sad true lover never find my grade,
Duke. Give me some musick :-Now, good

To weep there.
morrow, friends

Duke. There's for thy pains. Now, good Cesario, but that piece of song, Clo. No pains, sir; I take pleasure in singing, That old and antique song we heard last night; sir. Methought it did relieve my passion much, Duke. I'll pay thy pleasure then. More than light airs and recollected terms, Clo. Truly, sir, and pleasure will be paid one Of these most brisk and giddy-paced times :

-time or another. Come, but one verse.

Duke. Give me now leave to leave thee. Cur. He is not here, so please your lordship, Clo. Now the melancholy god protect thee; that should sing it.

and the tailor make thy doublet of changeable Duke. Who was it?

taffata, for thy mind is a very opal- I would Cur. Feste, the jester, my lord: a fool, that have men of such constancy put to sea, tha: the lady Olivia's father took much delight in; their business might be every thing, and their he is about the house.

intent every where; for that's it, that always Duke. Seek him out, and play the tune the makes a good voyage of nothing. - Farewell. while. (Erii Curio.-Musick.

[Erit Clown Come hither, boy; if ever thou shalt love, Duke. Let all the rest give place. In the sweet pangs of it, remember me :

(Exeunt Curio and Attendante For, such as I am, all true lovers are ;

Once more, Cesario, Unstaid and skittish in all motions esse,

Get thee to yon' same sovereign cruelty : Save, in the constant image of the creature Tell her, my love, more noble than the world, That is belov'd. --How dost thou like this tune? Prizes not quantity of dirty lands : Vio. It gives a very echo to the seat

The parts that fortune hath bestow'd upon let Where Love is thron'd.

Tell her l hold as giddily as fortune ; Duke. Thou dost speak masterly :

But 'tis that miracle, and queen of gems, My life upon't, young though thou art, thine That nature pranks her in, attracts my soul. eye

Vio. But, if she cannot love you, sir ? Hath stay'd upon some favour that it loves; Duke. I cannot be so answer'd.

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