And make the babbling goffip of the air Oli. You might do much: What is your parentage? Vio. Above my fortunes, yet my state is well: I am a gentleman. Oli. Get you to your lord; I cannot love him: let him send no more; Above my fortunes, yet my ftate is well : I am a gentleman. I'll be fworn thou art; Thy tongue, thy face, thy limbs, actions, and spirit, [Exit. Do give thee five-fold blazon:-Not too faft ;-soft! soft! Unless the master were the man.-How now? Even fo quickly may one catch the plague? Methinks, I feel this youth's perfections, With an invifible and fubtle stealth, To creep in at mine in at mine eyes. Well, let it be.-- What, ho, Malvolio !- Re-enter Malvolio. Mal. Here, madam, at your service. Oli. Run after that fame peevish meffenger, The county's man: he left this ring behind him, Would I, or nof; tell him, I'll none of it. Defire him not to flatter with his lord, Nor hold him up with hopes; I am not for him: Oli. I do I know not what; and fear to find k [Exit. ACT II. SCENE I. The Street. Enter Antonio and Sebaftian. Ant. Will you ftay no longer? nor will you not, that I go with you? Seb. By your patience, no: my stars fhine darkly over me; the malignancy of my fate might, perhaps, diftemper yours; therefore I fhall crave of you your leave, that may bear my evils alone: It were a bad recompence for your love, to lay any of them on you. I Ant. Let me yet know of you, whither you are bound. Seb. No, in footh, fir; my determinate voyage is meer extravagancy. But I perceive in you fo excellent a touch of modefty, that you will not extort from me what I am willing to keep in; therefore it charges me in manners the rather to 'exprefs myfelf: You must know of me then, Mine eye too great a flatterer for my mind.]—I have form'd too fayourable an idea of Cefario for prudence to fupprefs.-I have difclos'd to the youth more of my flame than I intended. k we do not owe ;]-have not the control of. 1 express]-reveal. Antonio, Antonio, my name is Sebastian, which I call'd Rodorigo; my father was that Sebaftian of Meffaline, whom I know, you have heard of; he left behind him, myself, and a fifter, both born in an hour; If the heavens had been pleas'd, would we had fo ended! but you, fir, alter'd that; for, some hour before you took me from the breach of the fea, was my fifter drown'd. Ant. Alas, the day! Seb. A lady, fir, though it was faid fhe much resembled me, was yet of many accounted beautiful: but, though I could not, m with fuch eftimable wonder, over-far believe that, yet thus far I will boldly publish her, fhe bore a mind that envy could not but call fair: fhe is drown'd already, sir, with falt water, though I feem to drown her remembrance again with more. Ant. Pardon me, fir, your bad entertainment. Seb. O good Antonio, forgive me your trouble. Ant. If you will not murther me for my love, let me be your fervant. Seb. If you will not undo what you have done, that is, kill him whom you have recover'd, defire it not. Fare ye well at once: my bofom is full of kindness; and I am yet fo near the manners of my mother, that upon the least occafion more, mine eyes will tell tales of me. I am bound to the count Orfino's court: farewel. Ant. The gentleness of all the gods go with thee! I have many enemies in Orfino's court, Elfe would I very shortly fee thee there; [Exit. But, come what may, I do adore thee fo, That danger shall seem sport, and I will go. [Exit. with fuch eftimable wonder, over-far believe that,]-with fo high a degree of admiration, fall in with that opinion altogether. SCENE SCENE II. Enter Viola and Malvolio, at feveral doors. Mal. Were not you even now with the countefs Olivia? Vio. Even now, fir; on a moderate pace I have fince arrived but hither. Mal. She returns this ring to you, fir; you might have faved me my pains, to have taken it away yourself. She adds moreover, that you should put your lord into a defperate affurance fhe will none of him: And one thing more; that you be never fo hardy to come again in his affairs, unless it be to report your lord's taking of this. Receive it fo. Vio. She took the ring of me, I'll none of it. Mal. Come, fir, you peevishly threw it to her; and her will is, it fhould be fo return'd: if it be worth ftooping 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 fo much, That, fure, methought "her eyes had loft her tongue, For fhe did fpeak in starts diftractedly. She loves me, fure; the cunning of her paffion Invites me in this churlish meffenger. None of my lord's ring! why, he sent her none. I am the man ;-If it be fo, (as 'tis) Poor lady, fhe were better love a dream. n her eyes had left her tongue,]-had deprived her of the proper ufe of it-they went fuch different ways, while that talked of the Duke, theje were bent on me. Wherein Wherein the pregnant enemy does much. In women's waxen hearts to set their forms! For, fuch as we are made of, such we be. How will this fadge? My mafter loves her dearly; What thriftless fighs fhall poor Olivia breathe? [Exit. Sir To. Approach, fir Andrew not to be a-bed after midnight, is to be up betimes; and diluculo furgere, thou know'ft, Sir And. Nay, by my troth, I know not: but I know, to be up late, is to be up late. Sir To. A falfe conclufion; I hate it as an unfill'd can: To be up after midnight, and to go to bed then, is early; • pregnant enemy]-fubtle fiend. Pproper falfe in women's waxen hearts to fet their forms !]-fair deceivers, handsome counterfeits-to make an impreffion on them. a fadge?]-fuit, be reconciled among the parties. "We will have, if this fadge not, an antick. LOVE'S LABOUR LOST, A&t V, Sc. 1. Arm. not to be a-bed after midnight, is to be up betimes;] “I am glad, I was up fo late; for that's the reafon I was up fo early." CYMBELINE, A&t II, Sc. 3. Clot. fo |