your two affirmatives, why, then the worse for my friends, and the better for my foes. Duke. Why, this is excellent.

Clo. By my troth, Sir, no; tho' it please you to be one of my friends.

Duke. Thou shalt not be the worfe for me, there's gold. Clo. But that it would be double-dealing, Sir, I would, you could make it another.

Duke. O, you give me ill counfel.

Clo. Put your grace in your pocket, Sir, for this once, and let your flesh and blood obey it.

Duke. Well, I will be so much a finner to be a doubledealer there's another.

Clo. Primo, fecundo, tertio, is a good play, and the old faying is, the third pays for all the triplex, Sir, is a good tripping measure; or the bells of St, Bennet, Sir, may put you in mind, one, two, three.

Duke. You can fool no more money out of me at this throw; if you will let your Lady know, I am here to fpeak with her, and bring her along with you, it my bounty further.

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Clo. Marry, Sir, lullaby to your bounty 'till I come again. I go, Sir; but I would not have you to think, that my defire of having is the fin of coveteousness but, as you fay, Sir, let your bounty take a nap, I will awake it anon. [Exit Clown.

Vio. Here comes the man, Sir, that did refcue me. Duke. That face of his I do remember well; Yet when I faw it laft, it was befmeariG As black as Vulcan, in the fmoak of war:

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either wit or humour, Befides, the Clown is affecting to argue feriously and in form. imagine, the Poet wrote;

So that, conclufion to be asked, is!

i. e. So that the conclufion I have to demand of you is this, if your four, He had in the preceding words been inferring fome premifles, and now comes to the conclufion very logically; You grant me, fys he, the premiffes; I now ask you to grant the conclufion." Don Mr. Warburton.

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A bawbling veffel was he captain of,

For fhallow draught and bulk unprizable,bayer
With which fuch fcathful grapple did he make
With the most noble bottom of our fleet,

That very envy and the tongue of loss

Cry'd fame and honour on him. What's the matter? 1 Of. Orfino, this is that Antonio,

That took the Phenix and her fraught from Candys ·
And this is he, that did the Tyger board,
When your young nephew Titus loft his leg:
Here in the streets, defperate of fhame and ftate,
In private brabble did we apprehend him.

Vio. He did me kindness, Sir; drew on my fide;
But in conclufion put ftrange fpeech upon me,
I know not what 'twas, but distraction.

Duke. Notable pirate! thou falt-water thief! What foolish boldness brought thee to their mercies, Whom thou in terms fo bloody, and fo dear, Haft made thine enemies?

Ant. Orfino, noble Sir,

Be pleas'd that I shake off these names you give me
Antonio never yet was thief, or pirate;

Though I confefs, on bafe and ground enough,
Orfino's enemy.
A witchcraft drew me hither:

That most ungrateful boy there, by your fide,
From the rude fea's enrag'd and foamy mouth
Did I redeem; a wreck paft hope he was:
His life I gave him, and did thereto add
My love without retention or restraint;
All his in dedication. For his fake,
Did I expofe myfelf (pure, for his love)
Into the danger of this adverse town;
Drew to defend him, when he was befet;
Where being apprehended, his false cunning
(Not meaning to partake with me in danger),
Taught him to face me out of his acquaintance;
And grew a twenty years removed thing,

While one would wink: deny'd me mine own purse, Which I had recommended to his ufe

Not half an hour before.

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Vio. How can this be?

Duke. When came, he to this town?

Ant. To-day, my Lord; and for three months before, (No interim, not a minute's vacancy,)

Both day and night did we keep company..

Enter Olivia, and Attendants.

Duke. Here comes the Countefs; now heav'n walks

But for thee, fellow, fellow, thy words are madness':
Three months this youth hath tended upon me;
But more of that anon.-Take him afide.

Oli. What would my Lord, but that he may
Wherein Olivia may seem serviceable?
Cefario, you do not keep promife with me.
Vio. Madam!

Duke. Gracious Olivia,-

not have,

Oli. What do you fay, Cefario? Good my Lord
Vio. My Lord would speak, my duty hushes me.
Oli. 'If it be aught to the old tune, my Lord,
It is as fat and fulfome to mine ear,
As howling after mufick.

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Duke. Still fo cruel ?

Oli. Still fo conftant, Lord.

Duke: What, to preverfenefs? you uncivil Lady,
To whofe ingrate and unaufpicious altars

My foul the faithful'ft offerings has breath'd out,
That e'er devotion tender'd. What fhall I do?

Oli. Ev'n what it pleafe my Lord, that fhall become him. Duke. Why Thould I not, had I the heart to do't, (20) Like to th' Egyptian thief, at point of death

Kill what I love? (a favage jealoufy,

are (20) Why should I not, bad I the heart to do it,

Like to the gyptian thief, at point of death

That

Kill what I love! In this fimile, a particular ftory is prefuppos'd; which ought to be known, to thew the juftnefs and propriety of the comparison. I'll give the finopfis of it from Heliodorus's Athiopics, to which our Author was indebted for the allufion, This Egyptian thief was Thyamis, who was a native of Memphis, and at the head of a band of robbers. Thagenes and Charicjea falling into

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That fometimes favours nobly ;) but hear me this:
Since you to non-regardance caft my faith,
And that I partly know the inftrument,

That fcrews me from my true place in your favour : the marble-breasted tyrant ftill,

Live

you

But this your minion, whom, I know, you love,
And whom, by heav'n, I fwear, I tender dearly,'
Him will I tear out of that cruel eye,

Where he fits crowned in his mafter's fpight.

Come, boy, with me; my thoughts are ripe in mifchief: I'll facrifice the lamb that I do love,

To fpight a raven's heart within a dove. [Duke going. Vio. And I moft jocund, apt, and willingly,

To do you reft, a thousand deaths would die. [following. Oli. Where goes Cefario?

Vio. After him I love,

More than I love thefe eyes, more than my

life;

More, by all mores, than e'er I fhall love wife.
If I do feign, you witneffes above

Punish my life, for tainting of my love!

Oli. Ay me, detefted! how am I beguil'd ?

Vio. Who does beguile you? who does do you wrong?
Oli. Haft thou forgot thyfelf? Is it fo long?

Call forth the holy father.

Duke. Come, away.

[To Viola.

Ol. Whither, my Lord? Cefario, husband, stay.
Duke. Hufband?

Oli. Ay, husband. Can he that deny ?

their hands, Thyamis fell defperately in love with the Lady, and would have married her. Soon after, a ftronger body of robbers coming down upon Thyamis's party, he was in fuch fears for his mistress, that he had her shut into a cave with his treafure. It was cuftomary with those Barbarians, when they despair'd of their own fafety, firft to make away with thofe whom they held dear, and defired for companions in the next life. Thyamis, therefore, benetted round with his enemies, raging with love, jealoufy, and anger, went to his cave; and calling aloud in the Egyptian tongue, fo foon as he heard himself anfwer'd towards the cave's mouth by a Grécian, making to the perfon by the 3 direction of her voice, he caught her by the hair with his left hand, and (fuppofing her to be Chariclea) with his right hand plung'd his fword into her breaft,

Duke. Her hufband, firrah?
Vio. No, my Lord, not I.

Oli. Alas, it is the bafenefs of thy fear,
That makes thee ftrangle thy propriety:
Fear not, Cefario, take thy fortunes up:

Be that, thou know'ft, thou art, and then thou art
As great, as that thou fear'ft.

Father, I charge thee by thy reverence
Here to unfold, (tho' lately we intended
To keep in darknefs, what occafion now
Reveals before "tis ripe) what, thou doft know,
Hath newly paft between this youth and me.

Prieft. A contract of eternal bond of love,
Confirm'd by mutual joinder of your hands,
Attefted by the holy clofe of lips,

Strengthened' by enterchangement of your rings:
And all the ceremony of this compact

Seal' in my function, by my teftimony:

Since when, my watch hath told me, tow'rd my grave I have travell'd but two hours.

Duke. O thou diffembling cub! what wilt thou be, When time hath fow'd a grizzel on thy cafe? Or will not elfe thy craft fo quickly grow, That thine own trip fhall be thine overthrow? Farewel, and take her; but direct thy feet, Where thou and I henceforth may never meet. Vio. My Lord, I do proteft

Oli. O, do not

fwear ;

Hold little faith, tho' thou haft too much fear!

Enter Sir Andrew, with his head broke.

Sir And. For the love of God a furgeon, and fend one prefently to Sir Toby.

What's the matter?

Sir And, H'as broke my head a-cross, and given Sir Toby a bloody coxcomb too: for the love of God, your help. I had rather than forty pound, I were at home.