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Vio. Most sweet Lady,
be faid of it. Where lies
your text? Vio. In Orsino's bosom. Oli. In his bosom? in what chapter of his bosom?
Vio. To answer by the method, in the first of his heart.
Oli. O, I have read it; it is herefy. Have you no more to say ? Vio. Good Madam, let me see your
face. Oli. Have you any commission from your Lord to negotiate with
you are now out of your text;
but we will draw the curtain, and shew pidure. Look you, Sir, such a one I wear this present: is't not well done?
[Unveiling. Vio. Excellently donc, if God did all.
Oli. 'Tis in grain, Sir; 'twill endure wind and weather.
Vio. 'Tis Beauty truly blent, whose red and white * Nature's own sweet and cunning hand laid on: Lady, you are the cruell'It She alive, If you will lead these graces to the Grave, And leave the world no copy.
Oli. O, Sir, I will not be so hard-hearted : I will give:out diverse schedules of my beauty. It shall be inventoried, and every particle and utensil labell'd 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 fent hither to praise
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, tho' you were crown'd The Non-pareil of Beauty !
Oli. How does he love me?
Vio. With adorations, with fertile tears, With groans that thunder love, with fighs of fire.
Oli. Your Lord does know my mind, I cannot love
Yet I suppose him virtuous, know him noble,
Viv. If I did love you in my master's flame,
denial I would find no sense : I would not understand it:'!
Oli. Why, what would you do?
Vio. Make me a willow cabin at your gate, And call upon my soul within the house; Write loyal canto's of contemned love, And sing them loud even in the dead of night: Hollow your name to the reverberate hills, i jo. And make the babbling goflip of the air initi?! Cry out, Olivia! O, you should not rest is ! Between the elements of air and earth, an But you should pity mę.
-, . is just "Lord, I ) Oli. You might do much : , :1.1 What is your parentage?!--:
ti!» js? Vio. Above my fortunes, yet my fate is well :..! I am a gentleman.
Oli. Get you to your Lord;
Vio. I am no fee'd poft, lady; keep your purse:
Oli. What is your parentage ; Above my fortunes, yet my state is well :
I am a gentleman - I'll be sworn thou art.
Oli. Run after that saine peevith messenger,
[Exit. Oli. I do, I know not what; and fear to find Mine eye too great a flatterer for my mind : Fate, shew thy force; ourselves.we do not owe; What is decreed, must be; and be this fo! [Exit.
A C T " II.
II. SC E'N E I.
W that Ygo wähyou?
Enter Antonio and Sebastian.
with Seb. By your patience, no: my stars shine'darkly over me; the malignancy of my fate might, perhaps,
distemper yours; therefore I fall crave of you your
evils alone. It were a bad recompence for your love, to lay any of them on you. Ant. Let me yet know of you,
Seb. No; sooth, Sir; my determinate voyage is mere extravagancy: but I perceive in you fo excellent a touch of modesty; that you will not extort from me what I am willing to keep in; therefore it charges me in manners the rather to express myself: you must know of me then, Antonio, my name is Sebastian ; which I call'd Rodorigo; my father was that Sebaslian of Meffaline, whom, I know, you have heard of. He left behind him, myself, and a fifter, both born in one hour; if the heav'ns had been pleas'd, would we had soʻénded ! but you, Sir, alter'd that; for, some hour before you took me from the breach of the sea, was my lifter drown'd.
Ant. Alas, the day!
Seb. A Lady, Sir, tho' it was said the 'much resembled me, was yet of many accounted beautiful ; but tho' I'could not * (with such eftimable wonder] over-far believe that, yet thus far I will boldly publish 'her, she bore a mind that 'envy could not but call fair: she is drown'd already, Sir, with falt water, tho' I seem to drown her remembrance again with more.
Ant. Pardon me, Sir, your bad entertainment.
Ant. If you will not murder me for my love, lét me be your servant.
Seb. 'If you will not undo what you have done, that is, kill him whom you have recover'd, 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, that upon the least occasion more, mine eyes * [with such eftimable wonder] An Interpolation of the Players.
will tell tales of me: I am bound to the Duke Orfino's court; farewel.
Exit. Ant. The gentleness of all the Gods go with thee! I have made eneinics in Orsino's court, Else would I very shortly see thee there : But come what
I do adore thee so, The danger shall seem sport, and I will go. [Exit.
W tels Olivia?
should put your
Enter Viola and Malvolio, at several doors.
e'en 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 yourfelf. She adds moreover, that you Lord into a desperate Assurance, she will none of him. And one thing more, that you
never fo 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 return'd: if it be worth stooping for, there it lies in your eye;
if not, be it his that finds it,
had lost her tongue ; ] We should read,
had crost her tongue; Alluding to the Notion of the Fascination of the Eyes; the Effeâs of which were called crossing.