rather to express myself. You must know of me then, Antonio, my name is Sebastian, which I called Roderigo; 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 pleas'd, would we had so ended! but you, sir, alter'd that; for some hour before you took me from the breach of the sea was my sister drown'd.

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 drown'd already, sir, with salt water, though I seem to drown her remembrance again with more. Ant. Pardon me, sir, your bad entertainment.

Seb. O 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 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 will tell tales of me. I am bound to the Count Orsino's court: farewell. [Exit. Ant. The gentleness of all the gods go with thee!

I have many enemies in Orsino's

court,

SCENE II. Near Olivia's house.

Enter VIOLA, MALVOLIO following. Mal. Were not you even now with the Countess Olivia?

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Else would I very shortly see thee there. But, come what may, I do adore thee so, danger shall seem sport, and I will go. [Exit.

1 Express myself, make myself known.

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 return'd: 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!

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She made good view of me; indeed, so much,
That 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 't is,
Poor lady, she were better love a dream.
Disguise, I see, thou art a wickedness
Wherein the pregnant1 enemy does much.
How easy is it for the proper-false2

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In women's waxen hearts to set their forms!
Alas, our frailty is the cause, not we!
For such as we are made of, such we be.
How will this fadge?3 my master loves her
dearly;

And I, poor monster, fond as much on him;
And she, mistaken, seems to dote on me.
What will become of this? As I am man,
My state is desperate for my master's love;
As I am woman,-now alas the day!-
What thriftless sighs shall poor Olivia
breathe!

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O Time, thou must untangle this, not I;
It is too hard a knot for me to untie! [Exit.

SCENE III. Olivia's house. The Servants' hall.

SIR TOBY and SIR ANDREW discovered. Sir To. [Approach, Sir Andrew:] not to be a-bed after midnight is to be up betimes; and "diluculo surgere,"5 thou knowst,

1 Pregnant, dexterous, expert.

2 The proper-false, i.e. the good-looking but false [men]. $ Fadge, prosper. 4 Fond, dote.

5 Diluculo surgere [saluberrimum], to rise early is most healthful (Lilly's Grammar).

Sir And. Nay, by my troth, I know not: but I know, to be up late is to be up late.

Sir To. A false conclusion: I hate it as an unfill'd can. To be up after midnight, and to go to bed then, is early: so that to go to bed after midnight is to go to bed betimes. Does not our life consist of the four elements?

Sir And. Faith, so they say; but I think it rather consists of eating and drinking.

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Sir To. Thou 'rt a scholar; let us therefore eat and drink. Marian, I say! a stoup of wine!

Enter CLOWN.

Sir And. Here comes the fool, i' faith. Clo. How now, my hearts! did you never see the picture of "We three"?

Sir To. Welcome, ass. Now let's have a catch.7

Sir And. By my troth, the fool has an excellent breast. I had rather than forty shillings I had such a leg, and so sweet a breath to sing, as the fool has. In sooth, thou wast in very gracious fooling last night, when thou spok'st of Pigrogromitus, of the Vapians passing the equinoctial of Queubus: 't was very good, i' faith. [I sent thee sixpence for thy leman: hadst it?

Clo. I did impeticos thy gratillity; for. Malvolio's nose is no whipstock, my lady has a white hand, and the Myrmidons are no. bottle-ale houses.

Sir And. Excellent! why, this is the best fooling, when all is done. Now, a song. 31 Sir To. Come on; there is sixpence for you: let's have a song.

Sir And. There's a testril 10 of me too: if one knight give a—

Clo. Would you have a love-song, or a song, of good life?

Sir To. A love-song, a love-song.

Sir And. Ay, ay: I care not for good life.
Clo. [Sings]

O mistress mine, where are you roaming!
O, stay and hear; your true love's coming,
That can sing both high and low:

Stoup, a drinking-vessel.

7 Catch, a song in which the parts follow on other 8 Breast, voice. 9 Leman, sweetheart.

10 Testril, tester or sixpence.

Sir And. A mellifluous voice, as I am true knight.

Sir To. A contagious breath.

Sir And. Very sweet and contagious, i' faith. -Sir To. To hear by the nose, it is dulcet in contagion.] But shall we make the welkin dance indeed? shall we rouse the night-owl in a catch that will draw three souls out of one weaver? shall we do that?

Sir And. An you love me, let's do 't: I am dog at a catch.

Clo. By'r lady, sir, and some dogs will catch well.

Sir And. Most certain. Let our catch be, Thou knave.

Clo. Hold thy peace, thou knave, knight? I shall be constrain'd in 't to call thee knave, knight.

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Mal. Sir Toby, I must be round' with you. My lady bade me tell you, that, though she harbours you as her kinsman, she's nothing allied to your disorders. If you can separate yourself and your misdemeanours, you are welcome to the house; if not, an it would please you to take leave of her, she is very willing to bid you farewell.

Sir To. [Sings] Farewell, dear heart, since I must needs be gone.

Mar. Nay, good Sir Toby.

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Clo. [Sings] His eyes do show his days are almost

done.

Mal. Is 't even so?

Sir To. But I will never die.
Clo. Sir Toby, there you lie.

Mal. This is much credit to you.
Sir To. Shall I bid him go?

Clo. What an if you do?

Sir To. Shall I bid him go, and spare not? Clo. O, no, no, no, no, you dare not. Sir To. [To Malvolio] Out o' tune, sir? ye lie. Art any more than a steward? Dost thou think, because thou art virtuous, there shall be no more cakes and ale?

Clo. Yes, by Saint Anne, and ginger shall be hot i' the mouth too.

Sir To. Thou 'rt i' the right. Go, sir, rub