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Oli. 0, sir, I will not be so hard-hearted; I will give out divers schedules of my beauty : It shall be inventoried; and every particle and utensil labelled to my will: as, item, two lips indifferent red; item, two gray eyes, with lids to them; item, one neck, one chin, and so forth. Were you sent hither to ’praise 19 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, though you were crown'd The nonpareil of beauty!

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:
Yet I suppose him virtuous, know him noble,
Of great estate, of fresh and stainless youth;
In voices well divulg'd 20, 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 suffering, such a deadly life,
In your denial I would find no sense,
I would not understand it.

Why, what would you?
Vio. Make me a willow cabin at your gate,
And call upon my soul within the house;
Write loyal cantons 21 of contemned love,
And sing them loud even in the dead of night;
Holla your name to the reverberate hills,
And make the babbling gossip of the air 22

19 i. e. appraise. 20 Well spoken of by the world. 21 Cantos, verses. 22 A most beautiful expression for an echo.


Cry 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.

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 post 23, lady; keep your purse;
My master, not myself, lacks recompense.
Love make his heart of Aint, that you shall 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 sworn thou art,
Thy tongue, thy face, thy limbs, actions, and spirit,
Do give thee five-fold blazon 24 ;-Not too fast:-

soft! 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 invisibļe and subtle stealth,
To creep in at mine eyes. Well, let it be.
What, ho, Malvolio!-

Re-enter MALVOLIO. Mal.

Here, madam, at your service. Oli. Run after that same peevish messenger, The county's 25 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,

23 Messenger 24 Proclamation of gentility. 25 Count.

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 for't. Hie thee, Malvolio.
Mal. Madam, I will.

Oli. I do I know not what: and fear to find
Mine eye too great a flatterer for my mind 26..
Fate, show thy force: ourselves we do not owe 7;
What is decreed, must be; and be this so! [Exit.


SCENE I. The Sea Coast. · Enter Antonio and SEBASTIAN. · Ant. Will you stay no longer? nor will you not, that I go with you?

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 recompense for your love, to lay any of them on you.

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

Seb. No, 'sooth, sir; my determinate voyage is mere extravagancy. But I perceive in you so excellent a touch of modesty, that you will not extort from me what I am willing to keep in ; therefore it

26 i. e. she fears that her eyes had formed so flattering an idea of the supposed youth Cesario, that she should not have strength of mind sufficient to resist the impression.

27 i. e. we are not our own masters, we cannot govern ourselves, owe for own, possess.

charges me in manners the rather to express myself. You must know of me, then, Antonio, my name is Sebastian, which I called 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 an hour. If the heavens had been pleased, 'would we had so ended! but, you, sir, altered that; for, some hour before yoų took me from the breach of the sea, was my sister drowned.

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 estimable wonder?, overfar believe that, yet thus far I will boldly publish her, she bore a mind that envy could not but call fair: she is drowned already, sir, with salt water, though I seem to drown her remembrance again with more*.

Ant. Pardon me, sir, your bad entertainment.
Seb. 0, good Antonio, forgive me your trouble.

Ant. If you will not murder me for my love, let me be your servant.

Seb. If you will not undo what you have done, that is, kill him whom you have recovered, 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 5, that upon the least occasion more, mine eyes will tell tales of me. I am bound to the count Orsino's court: farewell.

[Exit. | Reveal. 2 Probably intended for Metelin, an island in the Archipelago. 3 i. e. esteeming wonder, or wonder and esteem. 4 There is a similar false thought in Hamlet:

• Too much of water hast thou, poor Ophelia,

And therefore I forbid my tears.' 6 So, in Henry V. Act v. Sc, 6.

* And all my mother came into my eyes.'

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

SCENE II. A Street. Enter VIOLA; MALVOLIO following. Mal. Were not you even now with the countess Olivia ?

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 she 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 returned: if it be worth stooping for, there it lies 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 outside have not charm’d her! She made good view of me; indeed so much, That, sure, methought her eyes had lost her tongue?, For she did speak in starts distractedly. She loves me, sure; the cunning of her passion Invites me in this churlish messenger. None of my lord's ring! why, he sent her none. I am the man;—If it be so, (as 'tis),

ii. e. the fixed and eager view she took of me perverted the use of her tongue, and made her talk distractedly.

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