Ol. Get him to bed, and let his hurt be look'd too. Enter Sebaftian.

Seb. I am forry Madam I haue hurt your kinfman: But had it beene the brother of my blood,

I must haue done no leffe with wit and safety.
You throw a strange regard vpon me, and by that

I do perceiue it hath offended you :

Pardon me (fweet one) euen for the vowes
We made each other, but fo late ago.

Du. One face, one voice, one habit, and two perfons,

A naturall Perspectiue, that is, and is not.
Seb. Anthonio: O my deere Anthonio,

How haue the houres rack'd, and tortur'd me,
Since I haue loft thee?

Ant. Sebaftian are you?

Seb. Fear'ft thou that Anthonio?

Ant. How haue you made diuifion of your felfe,
An apple cleft in two, is not more twin
Then these two creatures. Which is Sebaftian?

Ol. Moft wonderfull.

Seb. Do I ftand there? I neuer had a brother: Nor can there be that Deity in my nature Of heere, and euery where. I had a fifter, Whom the blinde waues and furges haue deuour'd: Of charity, what kinne are you to me? What Countreyman? What name? What Parentage? Vio. Of Meffaline: Sebaftian was my Father,

Such a Sebaftian was my brother too:

So went he fuited to his watery tombe:

If fpirits can affume both forme and suite,
You come to fright vs.

Seb. A fpirit I am indeed,

But am in that dimenfion groffely clad,
Which from the wombe I did participate.
Were you a woman, as the reft goes euen,
I should my teares let fall vpon your cheeke,
And fay, thrice welcome drowned Viola.

Vio. My father had a moale vpon his brow.
Seb. And fo had mine.

V10. And dide that day when Viola from her birth Had numbred thirteene yeares.

Seb. O that record is liuely in my foule,
He finished indeed his mortall acte
That day that made my fifter thirteene yeares.

Vio. If nothing lets to make vs happie both,
But this my mafculine vfurp'd attyre:
Do not embrace me, till each circumstance,
Of place, time, fortune, do co-here and jumpe
That I am Viola, which to confirme,

Ile bring you to a Captaine in this Towne,

Where lye my maiden weeds: by whofe gentle helpe,

I was preferu'd to ferue this Noble Count:

All the occurrence of my fortune fince

Hath beene betweene this Lady, and this Lord.

Seb. So comes it Lady, you haue beene mistooke:

But Nature to her bias drew in that.
You would haue bin contracted to a Maid,
Nor are you therein (by my life) deceiu'd,
You are betroth'd both to a maid and man.

Du. Be not amaz'd, right noble is his blood:
If this be fo, as yet the glaffe feemes true,
I fhall haue fhare in this moft happy wracke,
Boy, thou haft faide to me a thousand times,
Thou neuer fhould'ft loue woman like to me.

Vio. And all thofe fayings, will I ouer fweare,
And all thofe fwearings keepe as true in foule,

As doth that Orbed Continent, the fire,
That feuers day ftom night.

Du. Giue me thy hand,

And let me fee thee in thy womans weedes.

Vio. The Captaine that did bring me first on shore
Hath my Maides garments: he vpon fome Action
Is now in durance, at Maluolio's fuite,

A Gentleman, and follower of my Ladies.

Ol. He shall in large him : fetch Maluolio hither,
And yet alas, now I remember me,
They say poore Gentleman, he's much distract.
Enter Clowne with a Letter, and Fabian.
A most extracting frenfie of mine owne
From my remembrance, clearly banisht his.
How does he fi rah?

Cl.Truely Madam, he holds Belzebub at the ftaues end as well as a man in his cafe may do : has heere writ a letter to you, I should haue giuen't you to day morning. But as a madmans Epiftles are no Gofpels, fo it skilles not much when they are deliuer'd.

Ol. Open't, and read it.

Clo. Looke then to be well edified, when the Foole deliuers the Madman. By the Lord Madam.

Ol. How now, art thou mad?

Ol. Read it you, firrah.

Fab. Reads. By the Lord Madam, you wrong me, and the world fhall know it: Though you haue put mee into darkeneffe, and giuen your drunken Cofine rule ouer me, yet haue I the benefit of my senses as well as your Ladiehip. I haue your owne letter, that induced mee to the femblance I put on; with the which I doubt not, but to do my felfe much right, or you much shame: thinke of me as you please. I leaue my duty a little vnthought of, and fpeake out of my iniury. The madly vs'd Maluolio.

Ol. Did he write this?

Clo. I Madame.

Du. This fauours not much of distraction.

Ol. See him deliuer'd Fabian, bring him hither:

My Lord, fo please you, these things further thought on, To thinke me as well a fifter, as a wife,

One day shall crowne th'alliance on't, so please you,

Heere at my houfe, and at my proper cost.

Du. Madam, I am moft apt t'embrace your offer : Your Mafter quits you: and for your se ruice done him, So much against the mettle of your fex,

So farre beneath your foft and tender breeding,
And fince you call'd me Master, for fo long:
Heere is my hand, you fhall from this time bee
your Masters Miftris.

Ol. A fifter, you are she.

Enter Maluolio.

Du. Is this the Madman?

Or fay, tis not your feale, not your inuention :
You can fay none of this. Well, grant it then,
And tell me in the modeftie of honor,

Why you haue giuen me fuch cleare lights of fauour,
Bad me come fmiling, and croffe-garter'd to you,
To put on yellow ftockings, and to frowne
Vpon fir Toby, and the lighter people:
And acting this in an obedient hope,
Why haue you fuffer'd me to be imprifon'd,
Kept in a darke houfe, vifited by the Priest,
And made the most notorious gecke and gull,
That ere inuention plaid on ? Tell me why?

Ol. Alas Maluolio, this is not my writing,
Though I confeffe much like the Charracter:
But out of queftion, tis Marias hand.

And now I do bethinke me, it was shee

Firft told me thou waft mad; then cam'ft in fmiling,
And in fuch formes, which heere were prefuppos'd
Vpon thee in the Letter: prethee be content,
This practice hath moft fhrewdly paft vpon thee:
But when we know the grounds, and authors of it,
Thou shalt be both the Plaintiffe and the Iudge
Of thine owne caufe.

Fab. Good Madam heare me fpeake,
And let no quarrell, nor no braule to come,
Taint the condition of this prefent houre,

Which I haue wondred at. In hope it fhall not,
Moft freely I confeffe my felfe, and Toby
Set this deuice against Maluolio heere,
Vpon fome ftubborne and vncourteous parts
We had conceiu'd against him. Maria writ
The Letter, at fir Tobyes great importance,

In

recompence whereof, he hath married her:
How with a fportfull malice it was follow'd,
May rather plucke on laughter then reuenge,
If that the iniuries be iuftly weigh'd,

That haue on both fides paft.

01. Alas poore Foole, how haue they baffel'd thee?

all one: By the Lotd Foole, I am not mad: but do you remember, Madam, why laugh you at fuch a barren rafcall, and you smile not he's gag'd: and thus the whirlegigge of time, brings in his reuenges.

Mal. Ile be reueng'd on the whole packe of you?
Ol. He hath bene moft notoriously abus'd.

Du. Purfue him, and entreate him to a peace:
He hath not told vs of the Captaine yet,
When that is knowne, and golden time conuents
A folemne Combination fhall be made

Of our deere foules. Meane time fweet fifter,
We will not part from hence. Cefario come
(For fo you fhall be while you are a man:)
But when in other habites you are feene,
Orfino's Miftris, and his fancies Queene.

Clo. Why fome are borne great, fome atchieue greatneffe, and fome haue greatneffe throwne vpon them. was one fir, in this Enterlude, one fir Topas fir, but that's

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Arch.

Enter Camillo and Archidamus.

F you fhall chance (Camillo) to vifit Bohemia, on the like occafion whereon my feruices are now on-foot, you shall fee(as I haue faid)great difference betwixt our Bobemia, and your Sicilia. Cam. I thinke, this comming Summer, the King of Sicilia meanes to pay Bohemia the Vifitation, which hee iuftly owes him.

Arch. Wherein our Entertainment shall shame vs: we will be iuftified in our Loues : for indeed--

Cam. 'Beseech you--

Arch. Verely I fpeake it in the freedome of my knowledge we cannot with fuch magnificence--- in fo rare-I know not what to fay--- Wee will giue you fleepie Drinkes, that your Sences (vn-intelligent of our insufficience) may, though they cannot prayfe vs, as little accufe vs.

Cam. You pay a great deale to deare, for what's giuen freely.

Arch. 'Beleeue me, I fpeake as my vnderstanding inftructs me, and as mine honestie puts it to vtterance.

Cam. Sicilia cannot fhew himselfe ouer-kind to Bobemia: They were trayn'd together in their Child-hoods; and there rooted betwixt them then fuch an affection, which cannot chufe but braunch now. Since their more mature Dignities, and Royall Neceffities, made feperation of their Societie, their Encounters (though not Personall) hath been Royally attornyed with enter-change of Gifts, Letters, louing Embaffies, that they haue feem'd to be together, though abfent: shooke hands, as ouer a Vast; and embrac'd as it were from the ends of oppofed Winds. The Heauens continue their Loues.

Arch. I thinke there is not in the World, either Malice or Matter, to alter it. You haue an vnfpeakable comfort of your young Prince Mamillius: it is a Gentleman of the greatest Promife, that euer came into my Note.

Cam. I very well agree with you, in the hopes of him : it is a gallant Child; one, that (indeed) Phyficks the Subiect, makes old hearts fresh: they that went on Crutches ere he was borne, defire yet their life, to see him a Man. Arch. Would they elfe be content to die?

Cam. Yes;if there were no other excufe, why they should defire to liue.

Arch. If the King had no Sonne, they would defire to liue on Crutches till he had one.

Scana Secunda.

Exeunt.

Enter Leontes, Hermione,Mamillius, Polixenes, Camillo. Pol. Nine Changes of the Watry-Starre hath been

The Shepheards Note, fince we haue left our Throne
Without a Burthen: Time as long againe
Would be fill'd vp(my Brother) with our Thanks,
And yet we should, for perpetuitie,

Goe hence in debt: And therefore, like a Cypher
(Yet ftanding in rich place) I multiply

With one we thanke you, many thousands moe,
That goe before it.

Leo. Stay your Thanks a while,
And pay them when you part.

Pol. Sir, that's to morrow:

I am question'd by my feares, of what may chance,
Or breed vpon our absence, that may blow
No fneaping Winds at home, to make vs say,
This is put forth too truly: befides, I haue stay'd
To tyre your Royaltie.

Leo. We are tougher (Brother)
Then you can put vs to't.
Pol. No longer stay.

Leo. One Seue'night longer.
Pol. Very footh, to morrow.

Leo. Wee'le part the time betweene's then:and in that Ile no gaine-faying.

Pol. Preffe me not ('befeech you) so:

There is no Tongue that moues;none, none i'th'World
So foone as yours, could win me: fo it should now,
Were there neceffitie in your request, although
'Twere needfull I deny'd it. My Affaires
Doe euen drag me home-ward: which to hinder,
Were (in your Loue) a Whip to me; my stay,
To you a Charge, and Trouble: to faue both,
Farewell (our Brother.)

Leo. Tongue-ty'd our Queene? fpeake you.
Her. I had thought (Sir) to haue held my peace, vntill
You had drawne Oathes from him, not to stay: you(Sir)
Charge him too coldly. Tell him, you are fure
All in Bohemia's well : this fatisfaction,
The by-gone-day proclaym'd, fay this to him,
He's beat from his beft ward.

Leo. Well faid, Hermione.

Her. To tell, he longs to fee his Sonne, were strong: But let him fay fo then, and let him goe; But let him fweare fo, and he shall not stay, Wee'l thwack him hence with Diftaffes. Yet of your Royall prefence, Ile aduenture The borrow of a Weeke. When at Bohemia You take my Lord, Ile giue him my Commiffion, To let him there a Moneth, behind the Geft Prefix'd for's parting: yet (good-deed) Leontes, I loue thee not a Iarre o'th' Clock, behind

What Lady fhe her Lord. You'le stay?

Pol. No, Madame.

Her. Nay, but you will?

Pol. I may not verely.

Her. Verely?

You put me off with limber Vowes: but I,

Though you would seek t'vnsphere the Stars with Oaths,
Should yet fay, Sir, no going: Verely

You shall not goe; a Ladyes Verely' is
As potent as a Lords. Will you goe yet?
Force me to keepe you as a Prisoner,

Not like a Gueft: fo you fhall pay your Fees

When you depart, and faue your Thanks. How fay you? My Prifoner? or my Guest? by your dread Verely,

One of them you shall be.

Pol. Your Gueft then, Madame:

To be your Prifoner, should import offending;

Which is for me, leffe eafie to commit,

Then you to punish.

Her. Not your Gaoler then,

But your kind Hofteffe. Come, Ile question you

Of my Lords Tricks, and yours, when you were Boyes: You were pretty Lordings then?

Pol. We were (faire Queene)

Two Lads, that thought there was no more behind,
But fuch a day to morrow, as to day,
And to be Boy eternall.

Her. Was not my Lord

The veryer Wag o'th' two?

My laft good deed, was to entreat his stay.

What was my first? it ha's an elder Sifter,

Or I mistake you: O, would her Name were Grace.
But once before I fpoke to th' purpose ? when?
Nay, let me haue't: I long.

Leo. Why, that was when

Three crabbed Moneths had fowr'd themfelues to death, Ere I could make thee open thy white Hand:

A clap thy felfe my Loue; then didft thou vtter,

I am yours for euer.

Her. 'Tis Grace indeed.

Why lo-you now;I haue spoke to th' purpofe twice: The one, for euer earn'd a Royall Husband; Th'other, for fome while a Friend.

Leo. Too hot, too hot:

To mingle friendship farre, is mingling bloods.
I haue Tremor Cordis on me: my heart daunces,
But not for ioy; not ioy. This Entertainment
May a free face put on : deriue a Libertie
From Heartineffe, from Bountie, fertile Bofome,
And well become the Agent: 't may; I graunt:
But to be padling Palmes, and pinching Fingers,
As now they are, and making practis'd Smiles
As in a Looking-Glaffe; and then to figh, as 'twere
The Mort o'th'Deere: oh, that is entertainment
My Bofome likes not, nor my Browes. Mamillius,
Art thou my Boy?

Mam. I, my good Lord.

Leo. I'fecks:

Why that's my Bawcock:what?has't smutch'd thy Nofe?
They fay it is a Coppy out of mine. Come Captaine,
We must be neat; not neat, but cleanly, Captaine :
And yet the Steere, the Heycfer, and the Calfe,
Are all call'd Neat. Still Virginalling

Vpon his Palme? How now (you wanton Calfe)
Art thou my Calfe?

Mam. Yes, if you will (my Lord.)

Leo.Thou want'ft a rough pash, & the fhoots that I haue To be full, like me yet they fay we are Almost as like as Egges; Women say so, (That will fay any thing.) But were they falfe As o're-dy'd Blacks, as Wind, as Waters;falfe As Dice are to be wifh'd, by one that fixes No borne 'twixt his and mine; yet were it true, To say this Boy were like me. Come(Sir Page) Looke on me with your Welkin eye: fweet Villaine, Moft dear'ft, my Collop: Can thy Dam, may't be Affection? thy Intention ftabs the Center. Thou do'ft make poffible things not fo held, Communicat'ft with Dreames(how can this be?) With what's vnreall: thou coactiue art,

And fellow'ft nothing. Then 'tis very credent, Thou may'st co-ioyne with fomething, and thou do'ft, (And that beyond Commiffion) and I find it,

(And that to the infection of my Braines,

And hardning of my Browes.)

Pol. What meanes Sicilia?

Her. He fomething feemes vnfetled.

Pol. How? my Lord?