Or else the lady's mad; yet, if 'twere so,

She could not sway her house, command her followers,
Take, and give back affairs, and their despatch,
With such a smooth, discreet, and stable bearing,
As, I perceive, she does: there's something in't
That is deceivable. But here the lady comes.

Enter OLIVIA and a Priest.

Oli. Blame not this haste of mine: If you mean well,

Now, go with me, and with this holy man,
Into the chantry' by: there, before him,
And underneath that consecrated roof,
Plight me the full assurance of your faith;
That my most jealous and too doubtful soul
May live at peace: he shall conceal it,
Whiles 2 you are willing it shall come to note;
What time we will our celebration keep
According to my birth. What do you say?

Seb. I'll follow this good man, and go with you;

And, having sworn truth, ever will be true.

Oli. Then lead the way, good father:-and heavens so shine,

That they may fairly note this act of mine! [Exeunt.

ACT V.

SCENE I. The Street before Olivia's House.

Enter Clown and FABIAN.

Fab. Now, as thou lovest me, let me see his letter. Clo. Good master Fabian, grant me another request.

1 "Chantry," a little chapel, or particular altar in some cathedral or parochial church, endowed for the purpose of having masses sung therein for the souls of the founders.

2 Until.

this throw if you will let your lady know I am here to speak with her, and bring her along with you, it may awake my bounty further.

Clo. Marry, sir, lullaby to your bounty, till I come again. I go, sir; but I would not have you to think that my desire of having is the sin of covetousness; but, as you say, sir, let your bounty take a nap; I will awake it anon. [Exit Clown.

Enter ANTONIO and Officers.

Vio. Here comes the man, sir, that did rescue me. Duke. That face of his I do remember well;

Yet, when I saw it last, it was besmeared

As black as Vulcan, in the smoke of war:

A bawbling vessel was he captain of,

For shallow draught, and bulk, unprizable;

With which such scathful1 grapple did he make
With the most noble bottom of our fleet,

That very envy, and the tongue of loss,

Cried fame and honor on him.--What's the matter? 1 Off Orsino, this is that Antonio

2

That took the Phoenix and her fraught, from Candy;
And this is he that did the Tiger board,
When your young nephew Titus lost his leg:
Here in the streets, desperate of shame and state,
In private brabble did we apprehend him.

3

Vio. He did me kindness, sir; drew on my side; But, in conclusion, put strange speech upon me, I know not what 'twas, but distraction.

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

Ant.

Orsino, noble sir,

Be pleased that I shake off these names you give me Antonio never yet was thief, or pirate,

1 Destructive.

2 Freight.

3 Inattentive to his character or condition, like a desperate man.

To whose ingrate and unauspicious altars

My soul the faithfull'st offerings hath breathed out,
That e'er devotion tendered! What shall I do?

Oli. Even what it please my lord, that shall become him.

2

Duke. Why should I not, had I the heart to do it,
Like the Egyptian thief, at point of death,
Kill what I love; a savage jealousy,

That sometimes savors nobly?-But hear me this:
Since you to non-regardance cast my faith,
And that I partly know the instrument

That screws me from my true place in your favor,
Live you, the marble-breasted tyrant, still;

But this your minion, whom, I know, you love,

And whom, by heaven, I swear, I tender dearly,
Him will I tear out of that cruel eye,

Where he sits crowned in his master's spite.-
Come, boy, with me; my thoughts are ripe in mis-

chief:

I'll sacrifice the lamb that I do love,

To spite a raven's heart within a dove.

Vio. And I, most jocund, apt, and willingly,

[Going.

[Following.

To do you rest, a thousand deaths would die.

Oli. Where goes Cesario?

Vio.
After him I love,
More than I love these eyes, more than my life,
More, by all mores, than e'er I shall love wife :
If I do feign, you witnesses above,

Punish my life for tainting of my love!

Oli. Ah me, detested! how am I beguiled!

1 Dull, gross.

2 This Egyptian Thief was Thyamis. The story is related in the Æthiopics of Heliodorus.