Clo. Maintain no words with him, good fellow. -Who, I, fir? not, I, fir. God b'w'you, good Sir Topas.-Marry, amen.-I will, fir, I will. Mal. Fool, fool, fool, I fay,

Clo. Alas, fir, be patient. What fay you, fir? I am fhent for speaking to you.

Mal. Good fool, help me to fome light, and fome paper; I tell thee, I am as well in my wits, as any man in Illyria.

Clo. Well-a-day,―That you were, fir!

Mal. By this hand, I am : Good fool, fome ink, paper and light, and convey what I fet down to my lady; it fhall advantage thee more than ever the bearing of letter did.

Clo. I will help you to't. But tell me true, are you not mad indeed, or do you but counterfeit ? Mal. Believe me, I am not; I tell thee true.

Clo. Nay, I'll never believe a mad man, 'till I fee his brains. I will fetch you a light, and paper, and ink.

Mal. Fool, I'll requite it in the highest degree; I pr'ythee, be go

SCENE III. OLIVIA'S Garden.

Enter SEBASTIAN.

Seb. This is the air; that is the glorious fun;
This pearl fhe gave me, I do feel't and fee't:
And though 'tis wonder that enwraps me thus,
Yet 'tis not madness. Where's Antonio then?
I could not find him at the Elephant:

Yet there he was; and there I found his credit,
That he did range the town to seek me out.
His counsel now might do me golden service:
For though my foul difputes well with my fenfe,
That this may be some error, but no madness,
Yet doth this accident and flood of fortune
So far exceed all inftance, all discourse,
That I am ready to distrust mine eyes,
And wrangle with my reason, that pursuades me
To any other trust, but that I am mad,
Or elfe the lady's mad; yet, if 'twere fo
She could not sway her house, command her fol-
lowers,

Take, and give back, affairs, and their dispatch,
With fuch a smooth, difcreet, and stable bearing,
As, I perceive, fhe does: there's fomething in't
That is deceivable. But here the lady comes.

Enter OLIVIA, and a Prieft.

[well,

Oli. Blame not this hafte of mine: If you mean Now go with me, and with this holy man, Into the chantry by: there, before him, And underneath that confecrated roof, Plight me the full affurance of your faith; That my moft jealous and too doubtful foul

May

May live at peace: He fhall conceal it,
Whiles you are willing it fhall come to note,
What time we will our celebration keep
According to my birth.-What do you say?
Seb. I'll follow this good man, and go with
And, having fworn truth, ever will be true.
Oli. Then lead the way, good father ;-
heavens fo fhine,

you;

-And

That they may fairly note this act of mine! [Exeunt.

ACT V.

SCENE I. The Street.

Enter Clown, and FABIAN.

Fabian.

Now, as thou lov'ft me, let me fee his letter. Clo. Good master Fabian, grant me another requeft.

Fab. Any thing.

Clo. Do not defire to fee this letter.

Fab. That is, to give a dog, and in recompence, defire my dog again.

Enter Duke, VIOLA, and Attendants.

Duke. Belong you to the lady Olivia, friends?. Clo Ay, fir; we are fome of her trappings. Duke. I know thee well; How doft thou, my good fellow?

Clo. Truly, fir, the better for my foes, and the worfe for my friends.

Duke.

Duke. Juft the contrary; the better for thy friends. Clo. No, fir, the worse.

Duke. How can that be?

Clo. Marry, fir, they praise me, and make an afs of me: now my foes tell me plainly, I am an afs: fo that by my foes, fir, I profit in the knowledge of myself: and by my friends I am abused: fo that, conclufions to be as kiffes, if your four negatives make your two affirmatives, why, then the worfe for my friends, and the better for my foes. Duke. Why, this is excellent.

Clo. By my troth, fir, no; though it please you to be one of my friends.

Duke. Thou shalt not be the worse for me; there's gold.

Clo. But that would be double-dealing, fir, I would you could make it another.

Duke. O, you give me ill counfel.

Clo. Put your grace in your pocket, fir, for this once, and let your flesh and blood obey it. Duke. Well, I will be fo much a finner to be a double dealer; there's another

Clo. Primo, fecundo, tertio, is a good play; and the old faying is, the third pays for all; the triplex, fir, is a good tripping measure; or the bells of St Bennet, fir, may put you in mind, One, two, three.

Duke. You can fool no more money out of me at this throw if you will let your lady know, I am here to speak with her, and bring her along with you, it may awake my bounty further.

Clo. Marry, fir, lullaby to your bounty, till I çome again. I go, fir; but I would not have you to think, that my defire of having is the fin of covetoufnefs:

vetoufnefs: but as you fay, fir, let your bounty take a nap, and I will wake it anon. [Exit Clown.

Enter ANTONIO, and Officers.

Vio. Here comes the man, fir, that did refcue me,
Duke. That face of his I do remember well;
Yet, when I faw it laft, it was besmear'd
As black as Vulcan, in the fmoke of war:
A bawbling veffel was he captain of,
For fhallow draught, and bulk, unprizable;
With which fuch feathful grapple did he make
With the most noble bottom of our fleet,
That very envy, and the tongue of lofs,
Cry'd fame and honour on him.-What's the matter?
1 Offi. Orfino, this is that Antonio,

That took the Phoenix, and herfraught, from Candy;
And this is he, that did the Tyger board,
When your young nephew Titus loft his leg:
Here in the streets, defperate of fhame, and ftate,
In private brabble did we apprehend him.

Vio. He did me kindness, fir; drew on my fide; But, in conclufion, put ftrange fpeech upon me, I know not what 'twas, but diftraction.

Duke. Notable pirate! thou falt-water thief! What foolish boldness brought thee to their mercies, Whom thou in terms fo bloody, and fo dear, Haft made thine enemies!

Ant. Orfino, noble fir,

Be pleas'd that Lihake off thefe names you give me; Antonio never yet was thief, or pirate,

Though, I confefs, on bafe and ground enough, Orfino's enemy. A witchcraft drew me hither: That moft ungrateful boy, there, by your fide, From the rude fea's enrag'd and foamy mouth