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Wherein Olivia may seem serviceable? . Priest. A contract of eternal bond of love, Cesario, you do not keep promise with me. Confirm'd my mutual joinder of your hands, Vio. Madam?

Attested by the holy close of lips, Duke. Gracious Olivia,

Strengthen'd by interchangement of your rings; Oli. What do you say, Cesario : - Good And all the ceremony of this compact my lord,

Seal'd in my function, by my testimony: Vio. My lord would speak, my duty hushes Since when, my watch hath told me, toward me.

my grave, Oli. If it be aught to the old tune, my lord, I have travelld but two hours. It is as fat* and fulsome to mine ear,

Duke. O, thou dissembling cub! what wilt As howling after music.

thou be, Duke. Still so cruel ?

When time hath sow'd a grizzle on thy case * Oli. Still so constant, lord.

Or will not else thy craft so quickly grow, Duke. What! to perverseness? you uncivil That thine own trip shall be thine overthrow? lady,

Farewell, and take her; but direct thy feet, To whose ingrate and unauspicious altars | Were thou and I henceforth may never meet. My soul the faithfull'st offerings hath breath'd Vio. My lord, I do protest, out,

Oli. O, do not swear;

(fear. That e'er devotion tender'd! What shall I do? Hold little faith, though thou hast too much Oli. Even what it please my lord, that shall Enter Sir ANDREW AGUE-CHEEK, with his become him.

head broke. Duke. Why should I not, had I the heart to

Sir And. For the love of God, a surgeon do it, Like to the Egyptian thief, at point of death, 1

with send one presently to Sir Toby. Kill what I love; a savage jealousy,

1 Oli. What's the matter? this :

Sir And. He has broke my head across, and That sometimes savours nobly?-But hear me

has given Sir Toby a bloody coxcomb too : for Since you to non-regardance cast my faith,

the love of God, your help: I had rather than And that I partly know the instrument

forty pounds, I were at home. That screws me from my true place in your

Oli. Who has done this, Sir Andrew? favour,

1 Sir And. The count's gentleman, ope CesaLive you, the marble-breasted tyrant, still;

rio: we took him for a coward, but he's the But this, your minion, whom, I know, you

"very devil incardinate. love,

[dearly, And whom, by heaven, I swear, I tender

Duke. My gentleman, Cesario! Ilim will I tear out of that cruel eye,

Sir And. Od's lifelings here he is :-You Where he sits crowned in his master's spite.

broke my head for nothing; and that that I

did, I was set on to do't by Sir Toby. Come boy, with me; my thoughts are ripe in mischief:

Vio. Why do you speak to me? I never hurt I'll sacrifice the lamb that I do love,

| you: You drew your sword upon me, without Tospite a raven's heart within a dove. [Going.

cause; But I bespake you fair, and hurt you

not. Vio. And I, most jocund, apt and willingly

Sir And. If a bloody coxcomb be a hurt, you To do you rest, a thousand deaths would die.

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have hurt me; I think, you set nothing by a

bloody coxcomb. Oli. Where goes Cesario? Vio. After him I love.

Enter Sir Toby Belca, drunk, led by the More than I love these eyes, more than my life.

Clown. More, by all mores, than e'er I shall love wife; Here comes Sir Toby balting, you shall hear If I do feign, you witnesses above,

more: but if he had not been in drink, he Punish my life, for tainting of my love!

would have tickled you othergatest than he Oli. Ah me, detested! how am I beguil'd! did. l'io. Who does beguile you? who does do you Duke. How now, gentleman ? how is't with

wrong? Oli. Hast thou forgot thyself! Is it so Sir To. That's all one ; he has hurt me, and long !-Call forth the holy father,

there's the end on't. Sot, did'st see Dick sur

[Exit an Attendant. geon, sot ? Duke. Come away.

(To VIOLA. Clo. O he's drunk, Sir Toby, an hour agone; Oli. Whither my lord?--Cesario, husband, his eyes were set at eight i'the morning. stay.

Sir To. Then he's a rogue. After a passyDuke. Husband?

measure, or a pavin, I I hate a drunken rogue. Oli. Ay, husband ; Can he that deny? Oli. Away with him; Who hath made this Duke. Her husband, sirrah?

havoc with them? l'io. No, my lord, not I.

Sir And. I'll help you, Sir Toby, because Oli. Alas, it is the baseness of thy fear, we'll be dress d together. 'That makes thee strangle thy propriety :ť Sir To. Will you help an ass-head, and a Fear not, Cezario, take thy fortunes up; coxcomb, and a knave a thin-faced knave, a Be that thou know'st thou art, and then thou gull ? art

(father: Oli. Get him to bed, and let his hurt be look'd As great as that thou fear'st.-0, welcome, to.

Re-enter Attendant and PRIEST. [Exeunt Clown, Sir Toby, & Sir ANDREW.] Father, I charge thee, by thy reverence,

Enter SEBASTIAN.
Here to unfold (though lately we intended
To keep in darkness, what occasion now

Seb. I am sorry, madam, I have hurt your Reveals before 'tis ripe,) what thou dost know,

kinsman; llath newly past between this youth and me. * Dall, gross. Disown throperty.

* Skin. Otherwars. Serious dances.

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But, had it been the brother of my blood, As doth that orb'd continent the fire
I must have done no less, with wit and safety. That severs day from night.
You throw a strange regard upon me, and Duke. Give me thy hand;
By that I do perceive it hath offended you; And let me see thee in thy woman's weeds.
Pardon me, sweet one, even for the vows Vio. The captain, that did bring me first on
We made each other but so late ago.

shore, Duke. One face, one voice, one hatit, and Hath my maid's garments : he, upon some two persons :

action, A natural perspective, that is, and is not. Is now in durance ; at Malvolio's suit, Seb. Antonio, O my dear Antonio !

| A gentleman, and follower of my lady's. How have the hours rack'd and tortur'd me, Oli. He shall enlarge him :-Fetch Malvolio Since I have lost thee.

hither :Ant. Sebastian are you?

And yet, alas, now I remember me, Seb. Fears't thou that, Antonio?

They say, poor, gentleman, he's much distract. Ant. How have you made division of your

Re-enter Clown, with a letter.
self?-

A most extracting frenzy of mine own
An apple, cleft in two, is not more twin
Than these two creatures. Which is Sebastian?

From my remembrance clearly banish'd his.-

How does he, Sirrah ? Oli. Most wonderful !

Clo. Truly, madam, he holds Belzebub at the Seb. Do I stand there? I never had a bro

stave's end, as well as a man in his case may ther: Nor can there be that deity in my nature,

do: he has here writ a letter to you, I should Of here and every.where. I had a sister,

have given it you to-day morning; but as a Whom the blind waves and surges have de

madman's epistles are no gospels, so it skills

not much, when they are delivered vour'd :

Oli. Open it, and read it. Of charity,* what kin are you to me?

Clo. Look then to be well edified, when the

[TO VIOLA. fool delivers the madman :-By the lord, madWhat countryman? what name? what paren

am.tage Vio. Or Messaline : Sebastian was my father:

Oli. How now! art thou mad? Such a Sebastian was my brother too,

Clo. No, madam, I do but read madness : So went he suited to his watery tomb:

an your ladyship will have it as it ought to be,

you must allow vox.* If spirits can assume both form and suit You come to fright us.

Oli. Pr'ythee, read i'thy right wits

Clo. So I do, madonna ; but to read his right Seb. A spirit I am, indeed; But am in that dimension grossly clad.

wits, is to read thus: therefore perpend,t my Which from the womb I did participate,

princess, and give ear. Were you a woman, as the rest goes even,

Oli. Read it you, sirrah. [To Fabian. I should my tears let fall upon your cheek,

Fab. [Reads. By the Lord,madam,you wrong And say, Thrice welcome, drown'd Viola!

me, and the world shall know it: though you have Vio, My father had a mole upon his brow.

put me into darkness, and given your drunken Seb. And so had mine.

cousin rule over me, yet have I the benefit of my Vio. And died that day when Viola from her

senses as well as your ladyship. I hare your own birth

letter that induced me to the semblance I put on; Had number'd thirteen years.

with the which I doubt not but to do myself much Seb. O, that record is lively in my soul !

right, or you much shame. Think of me as you He finished, indeed, his mortal act,

please. I leare my duty a little unthought of, That day that made my sister thirteen years.

and speak out of my injury. Vio. If nothing letst to make us happy both,

The madly-used MalvoLIO. But this my masculine usurp'd attire,

Oli. Did he write this? Do not embrace me, till each circumstance

C'lo. Ay, madam. Of place, time, fortune, do cohere, and jump,

Duke. This savours not much of distraction. That I am Viola : which to confirm,

Oli. See him deliver'd, Fabian; bring him

hither. I'll bring you to a captain in this town,

(Exit Fabian. Where lie my maiden weeds ; by whose gentle

1. My lord, so please you, these things further

thought on, help I was preserv'd, to serve this noble count:

To think me as well a sister as a wife, All the occurrence of my fortune since

One day shall crown the alliance on't, so please Hath been between this lady, and this lord.

you, Seb. So comes it, lady, you have been mis

Here at my house, and at my proper cost.

Duke. Madam, I am most apt to embrace took:

To OLIVIA. But nature to her bias drew in that.

your offer.-You would have been contracted to a maid;

Your master quits you ; [To Viola.) and, for Nor are you therein, by my life, deceiv'd,

your service done him, You are betroth'd both to a maid and man.

So much against the mettle of your sex, Duke. Be not amaz’d: right noble is his

So far beneath your soft and tender breeding, blood.

And since you call'd me master for so long, If this be so, as yet the glass seems true,

Here is my hand : you shall from this time be I shall have share in this most happy wreck:

Your master's mistress. Boy, thou hast said to me a thousand times,

| Oli. A sister?-you are she. [To VIOLA.

Re-enter Fabian with MALVOLIO. Thou never should'st love woman like to me. Duke. Is this the madman?

Vio. And all those sayings will I overswear; Oli. Ay, my lord, this same : And all those swearings keep as true in soul, How now, Malvolio? * Opt of charity tell me.

* Voice. Attend. Frame and constitutior

| Hinders.

Mal. Madam, you have done me wrong, I Oli. Alas, poor fool! how have they baffled* Notorious wrong.

thee! Oli. Have I, Malvolio? no.

Clo. Why, some are born greal, some achieve Mal. Lady you have. Pray you, peruse greatness, and some have greatness throuon upon that letter:

them. I was one, Sir, in this interlude; one You must not now deny it is your hand, Sir Topas, Sir; but that's all one-By the Write from it, if you can, in hand, or phrase; Lord, fool, I am not mad ;-But do you rememOr say, 'tis not your seal, nor your invention : ber? Madam, why laugh you at such a barren You can say none of this : Well, grant it then, rascal ? an you smile not, he's gaggd. And thus And tell me, in the modesty of honour, the whirligig of time brings in his revenges. Why you have given me such clear lights of Mal. I'll be revenged on the whole pack of favour; you, you.

(Ezit. Bade me come smiling, and cross-garter'd to Oli. He hath been most notoriously abus'd. To put on yellow stockings, and to frown Drike. Pursue him and entreat him to a Upon Sir Toby, and the lighter* people:

peace : And, acting this in an obedient hope,

He hath not told us of the captain yet: Why have you suffer'd me to be imprison'd, When that is known and golden time convents, t Kept in a dark house, visited by the priest, A solemn combination shall be made And made the most notorious geck,t and gull, Of our dear souls—Mean time, sweet sister, That e'er invention play'd on tell me why. We will not part from hence.-Cesario, come;

Oli. Alas, Malvolio, this is not my writing, For so you shall be, while you are a man ; Though, I confess, much like the character: But, when in other habits you are seen, But, out of question, 'tis Maria's hand. Orsino's mistress, and his fancy's queen. And now I do bethink me, it was she

(Eseunt. First told me, thou wast mad; then cam'st in

Song. smiling, And in such forms which here were presupposd Clo. When that I was and a little tiny boy, Upon thee in the letter. Pr'ythee, be content: With hey, ho, the wind and the rain, This practice hath most shrewdly pass d upon

A foolish thing was but a toy, thee;

For the rain it raineth every day. But, when we know the grounds and authors But when I came to man's estate, of it,

With hey, ho, the wind and the rain, Thou shalt be both the plaintiff and the judge 'Gainst knave and thief men shut their galt, Of thine own cause.

For the rain it raineth erery day. Fab. Good madam, hear me speak;

But when I came, alas ! to wive, And let no quarrel, nor no brawl to come,

With hey, ho, the wind and the rain, Taint the condition of this present hour,

By Swaggering could I never thrive, Which I have wonder'd at. In hope it shall not,

For the rain it raineth every day.
Most freely I confess, myself, and Toby,

But when I came unto my bed,
Set this device against Malvolio here,
Upon some stubborn and uncourteous parts

With hey, ho, the wind and the rain, We had conceiv'd against him: Maria writ

With toss-pots still had drunken head, The letter, at Sir Toby's great importance ;

For the rain it raineth every day. In recompense whereof, he hath married her. A great while ago the world begun, How with a sportful malice it was follow'd,

With hey, ho, the wind and the rain, May rather pluck on laughter than revenge ; But that's all one, our play is done, If that the injuries be justly weigh'a,

And we'll strive to please you every day. That have on both sides past.

(Erit. * Inferior. # Fool Importunacy. * Cheated.

1 Shall serre.

THE

TEMPEST.

PERSONS REPRESENTED.

Alonso, King of Naples.

| MIRANDA, Daughter to Prospero
SEBASTIAN, his Brother.
PROSPERO, the rightful Duke of Milan.
ANTONIO, his Brother, the usurping Duke of ARIEL, an Airy Spirit.
Milan.

IRIS,
FERDINAND, Son to the King of Naples. CERES,
GONZALO, an honest old Counsellor of Naples. JUNO, > Spirits.

NYMPAS,
FRANCISCO, S

REAPERS, CALIBAN, a savage and deformed Slave.

Other Spirits attending on PROSPERO. TRINCULO, a Jester. STEPHANO, a drunken Butler.

SCENE, the Sea, with a ship; afterward an Master of a Ship, Boatswain, and Mariners.

uninhabited Island.

ADRIAN,

Lords.

ACT I.

him ; his complexion is perfect gallows. Stand SCENE 1.-On a Ship at Sea.

fast, good fate, to his hanging ! make the rope

of his destiny our cable, for our own doth little . Storm, with Thunder and Lightning. | advantage! If he be not born to be hanged, Enter a SAIP-MASTER and a BOATSWAIN. our case is miserable. . (Exeunt. Mast. Boatswain,

Re-enter Boatswain, Boats. Here, master : what cheer?

Boats. Down with the top-mast; yare ; lowMast. Good : Speak to the mariners: faller, lower; bring her to try with main course! to't yarely,* or we run ourselves aground: be- ITAcry within.) A plague upon this howling. stir, bestir.

[Erit. they are louder than the weather, or our office.-Enter MARINERS.

Re-enter SEBASTIAN, ANTONIO, and Gonzalo. Boats. Heigh, my hearts; cheerly, cheerly, my hearts ; yare, yare: Take in the top-sail;

: Yet again ? wbat do you here? Shall we give Tend to the master's whistle.-Blow, till thou

ani o'er, and drown? Have you a mind to sink?

Seb. A pox o your throat? you bawling, barst thy wind, if room enough!

blasphemous, uncharitable dog! Enter ALONSO, SEBASTIAN, ANTONIO, FERDI- Boats. Work you, then. NAND, GONZALO, and others.

Ant. Hang, cur, hang! you whoreson, insoAlon. Good boatswain, have care. Where's lent noise-maker, we are less afraid to be the master? Play the men.

drowned than thou art. Boats. I pray now, keep below.

1 Gon. I'll warrant him from drowning; though Ant. Where is the master, boatswain? the ship were no stronger than a nut-shell, and

Boats. Do you not hear him? You mar our as leaky as an unstancheul* wench. labour! keep your cabins: you do assist the Boats. Lay her a-hold, a-hold; set her two storm.

courses ; off to sea again, lay her off. Gon. Nay, good, be patient.

Enter MARINERS wet. Boats. When the sea is. Hence! What care Mar. All lost! to prayers, to prayers! all these roarers for the name of king? To cabin : lost!

(Exeunt. silence : trouble us not.

| Boats. What, inust our mouths be cold? Gon. Good; yet remember whom thou hast Gon. The king and prince at prayers ! let aboard.

us assist them, Boals. None that I more love than myself. For our case is as theirs. You are a counsellor; if you can command Seb. I am out of patience. . these elements to silence, and work the peace Ant. We are merelyt cheated of our lives by of the present, t we will not hand a rope more;

drunkards.use your authority. If you cannot, give thanks This wide-chapped rascal ;-'Would, thou you have lived so long, and make yourself might'st lie drowning, ready in your cabin for the mischance of the The washing of ten tides ! hour, is it so hap.-Cheerly, good hearts.-Out Gon. He'll be hanged yet ; of our way, I say.

(Erit. Though every drop of water swear against it, Gon. I have great comfort from this fellow : And gapeat wid'st to glut him. methinks, he hath no drowning mark upon

[.A confused noise within.}

Absolutely.

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* Incontinent.

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Mercy on us. We split, we split! Farewell, Pro. Thou had'st, and more, Miranda: But my wife and children !-Farewell, brother!

how is it, We split, we split, we split.

That this lives in thy mind? What seest thou Ant. Let's all sink with the king. (Erit. In the dark backward and abyem* of time? Seb. Let's take leave of him. Erit. If thou remember'st aught, ere thou cam'st here

Gon. Now would I give a thousand furlongs How thou cam'st here thou may'st. of sea for an acre of barren ground; long Mira. But that I do not. heath, brown furze, any thing: The wills above Pro. Twelve years since, Miranda, twelve be done! but I would fain die a dry death. I

years since,

(Exit. Thy father was the duke of Milan, and
SCENE II.-The Island: before the Cell of A prince of power.
PROSPERO.

Mira. Sir, are not you my father?
Enter PROSPERO and MIRANDA.

Pro. Thy mother was a piece of virtue, and Mira. If by your art, my dearest father, you She said--thou wast my daughter; and thy have

father Put the wild waters in this roar, allay them: Was duke of Milan; and his only heir The sky, it seems would pour down stinking A princess ; no worse issued. pitch,

[cheek, Mira. O, the heavens ? But that the sea, mounting to the welkin's What foul play had we, that we came from Dashes the fire out. O, I have suffer'd | Or blessed was't we did?

(thence! With those that I saw suffer! a brave vessel, Pro. Both, both, my girl : Who had no doubt some noble creatures in her, By foul play, as thou say'st, were we heard Dash'd all to pieces. O, the cry did knock But blessedly holp hither.

(thence; Against my very heart! Poor souls ! they Mira. O, my heart bleeds perish'd.

To think o' the teent that I have turn'd you to, Had I been any god of power, I would Which is from my remembrance ! Please you, Have sunk the sea within the earth, or e'er*

further.

(nio, It should the good ship so have swallowed, and Pro. My brother, and thy uncle, call d AntoThe freighting souls within her.

I pray thee, mark me,-that a brother should Pro. Be collected;

Be so perfidious S-he whom, next thyself, No more amazement: tell your piteous heart, Of all the world I lov'd, and to him put There's no harm done.

The manage of my state; as, at that time, Mira, 0, wo the day!

Through all the signiories it was the first, Pro. No harm.

And Prospero the prime duke; being so reputed I have done nothing but in care of thee, (who In dignity, and, for the liberal arts, (Of thee, my dear one! thee, my daughter!) Without a parallel ; those being all my study, Àrt ignorant of what thou art, nought knowing The government I cast upon my brother, red, Of whence I am; nor that I am more better | And to my state grew stranger, being transportThan Prospero, master of a full poor cell, And wrapt in secret studies. Thy false uncleAnd the no greater father.

Dost thou attend me? Mira. More to know

Mira. Sir, most heedfully. Did never meddle with my thoughts. | Pro. Being once perfected how to grant suits, Pro. 'Tis time

How to deny them; whom to advance, and I should inform thee further. Lend thy hand, And pluck my magic garment from me.-So; To trashs for over-topping ; new created

Lays douen his mantle. The creatures that were mine ; I say, or chang'ü Lie there my art.-Wipe thou thine eyes; have

them, comfort.

(touch'a or else new-form'd them: having both the key The direful spectacle of the wreck, which Of officer and office, set all hearts The very virtue of compassion in thee

To what tune pleased his ear; that now he was I have with such provision in mine art

The ivy, which had hid my princely trunk, So safely order'd, that there is no soul | Aud suck'd my verdure out on't. -Thou atNo, not so much perdition as an hair,

tend'st not: Betid to any creature in the vessel,

I pray thee, mark me. Which thou heard'st cry, which thou saw'st' Mira. O good Sir, I do.

dicate sink. Sit down;

Pro. I thus neglecting worldly ends, all deFor thou must now know further.

To closeness, and the bettering of my mind Mira. You have often

With that, which, but by being so retir'd, [ther Begun to tell me what I am ; but stopp'd O'er-priz'd all popular rate, in my false broAnd left me to a bootless inquisition;

Awak'd an evil nature: and my trust, Concluding, Stay, not yet.

Like a good parent, did beget of him Pro. The hour's now come;

A falsehood, in its contrary as great The very minute bids thee ope thine ear; As my trust was; which had, indeed, no limit, Obey, and be attentive. Can'st thou remember A confidence sanse bound. He being thus A time before we came unto this cell ?

lorded, I do not think thou can'st; for then thou wast Not only with what my revenue yielded, Outt three years old.

(not But what my power might else exact,--like one, Mira. Certainly, Sir, I can.

Who having, unto truth, by telling of it,
Pro. By what? by any other house, or person? Made such a sinner of his memory,
Of any thing the image tell me, that

To credit his own lie,-he did believe
Hath kept with thy remembrance.

He was the duke; out of the substitution, Mira. 'Tis far off ;

And executing the outward face of royalty, And rather like a dream than an assurance With all prerogative ;-Hence his ambition That my remembrance warrants : Had I not Growing, -Dost hear? Four or five women once, that tended me? | Mira. Your tale, Sir, world cure deafness. * Before

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