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. may awake 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: A ; 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. A A bawbling veffel was he captain of, For fhallow draught and bulk unprizable,bayer 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 · Vio. He did me kindness, Sir; drew on my fide; 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 Though I confefs, on bafe and ground enough, That most ungrateful boy there, by your fide, While one would wink: deny'd me mine own purse, Which I had recommended to his ufe Not half an hour before. H 2 Tie. 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': Oli. What would my Lord, but that he may Duke. Gracious Olivia,- not have, Oli. What do you fay, Cefario? Good my Lord 1 Duke. Still fo cruel ? Oli. Still fo conftant, Lord. Duke: What, to preverfenefs? you uncivil Lady, My foul the faithful'ft offerings has breath'd out, 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 by their T That fometimes favours nobly ;) but hear me this: 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, 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. 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? Call forth the holy father. Duke. Come, away. [To Viola. Ol. Whither, my Lord? Cefario, husband, stay. 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? Oli. Alas, it is the bafenefs of thy fear, Be that, thou know'ft, thou art, and then thou art Father, I charge thee by thy reverence Prieft. A contract of eternal bond of love, Strengthened' by enterchangement of your rings: 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. |