Great King, I am no ftrumpet, by my life;
I'm either maid, or else this old man's wife.

[Pointing to Lafeu. King. She does abuse our ears; to prison with her. Dia. Good mother, fetch my bail. Stay, royal Sir. [Exit Widow.

The jeweller, that owns the ring, is fent for,
And he fhall furety me. But for this Lord,

[To Bertram.

Who hath abus'd me, as he knows himself,
Tho' yet he never harm'd me, here I quit him.
He knows himself, my bed he hath defil'd,
And at that time he got his wife with child;
Dead tho' fhe be, fhe feels her
young one
So there's my riddle; one, that's dead, is quick.
And now behold the meaning.

Enter Helena, and Widow.

King. Is there no Exorcift

Beguiles the truer office of mine eyes?
Is't real, that I see?

Hel. No, my good Lord.

'Tis but a fhadow of a wife you fee,
The name, and not the thing.
Ber. Both, both; oh, pardon !

kick:

[maid Hel. Oh, my good Lord, when I was like this I found you wond'rous kind; there is your ring, And look you, here's your letter: this it fays, When from my finger you can get this ring,

And are by me with child, &c.

This is done.

Will you be mine, now you are doubly won? Ber. If fhe, my Liege, can make me know this clearly,

I'll love her dearly, ever, ever dearly.

Hel. If it appear not plain, and prove untrue, Deadly divorce ftep between me and you!

O my dear mother, do I fee you living?

[To the Countess.

Laf.

Laf. Mine eyes fmell onions, I shall weep anon: Good Tom Drum, lend me a handkerchief,

[To Parolles. So, I thank thee, wait on me home. I'll make sport with thee: let thy courtefies alone, they are scurvy

ones.

King. Let us from point to point this story know, To make the even truth in pleasure flow :

If thou be'ft yet a fresh uncropped flower,

[To Diana. Chufe thou thy husband, and I'll pay thy dower; For I can guess, that, by thy honest aid, Thou kept'ft a wife herself, thyself a maid. Of that and all the progrefs more and less, Refolvedly more leisure shall express: All yet feems well; and if it end fo meet, The bitter paft, more welcome is the sweet.

[Exeunt.

EPILOGU

THE

Spoken by the KING.

"HE King's a beggar, now the play is done : All is well ended, if this fuit be won, That you exprefs content; which we will pay, With ftrife to pleafe you, day exceeding day; Ours be your patience then, and yours our parts; Your gentle hands lend us, and take our hearts.

E,

TWELFTH

Dramatis Perfonæ.

ORSINO, Duke of Illyria.

Sebaftian, a young Gentleman, Brother to Viola.
Antonio, a Sea-captain, Friend to Sebaftian.

Valentine,

Gentlemen, attending on the Duke.

Sir Toby Belch, Uncle to Olivia.

Sir Andrew Ague-cheek, a foolish Knight, pretending to Olivia.

A Sea-captain, Friend to Viola.

Fabian, Servant to Olivia.

Malvolio, a fantastical Steward to Olivia.

Clown, Servant to Olivia.

Olivia, a Lady of great Beauty and Fortune, belov'd by

the Duke.

Viola, in love with the Duke.

Maria, Olivia's Woman.

Prieft, Sailors, Officers, and other Attendants.

SCENE, a City on the Coast of Illyria.

TWELFTH

TWELFTH-NIGHT:

OR,

WHAT YOU WILL.

ACT I. SCENE I.

The PALACE.

Enter the Duke, Curio, and Lords.

DUKE.

F mufic be the food of love, play on;
Give me excefs of it; that, furfeiting
The appetite; Love may ficken, and so die,
That ftrain again;—it had a dying fall:
O, it came o'er my ear, like the sweet fouth,
That breathes upon a bank of violets,
Stealing, and giving odour. Enough!-no more;
'Tis not fo fweet now, as it was before.

O fpirit of love, how quick and fresh art thou!
That, notwithftanding thy capacity
Receiveth as the fea, nought enters there,
Of what validity and pitch foe'er,

But falls into abatement and low price,
Even in a minute; fo full of fhapes in fancy,
That it alone is high fantastical.

Cur. Will you go hunt, my Lord?
Duke. What, Curio?

VOL. III.