with her, and bring her along with you, 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. Yet, when I saw it last, it was besmeared For shallow draught, and bulk, unprizable; Cried fame and honor on him. What's the matter? That took the Phoenix and her fraught, from Candy; Vio. He did me kindness, sir; drew on my side; Duke. Notable pirate! thou salt-water thief! Ant. Orsino, noble sir, Be pleased that I shake off these names you give me Though, I confess, on base and ground enough, That most ingrateful boy there, by your side, (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; denied me mine own purse, Not half an hour before. 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 countess; now heaven walks on earth. But for thee, fellow, fellow, thy words are madness: But more of that anon. Oli. What would my lord, but that he may not have, Wherein Olivia may seem serviceable? Cesario, you do not keep promise with me. Vio. Madam? Duke. Gracious Olivia, Oli. What do you say, Cesario? lord, Good my Vio. My lord would speak; my duty hushes me. As howling after music. Duke. Still so cruel? Oli. Still so constant, lord. Duke. What! To perverseness? You uncivil lady, To whose ingrate and unauspicious altars My soul the faithfull'st offerings hath breathed out, Oli. Even what it please my lord, that shall become him. 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: That screws me from my true place in your favor, 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 mischief. To spite a raven's heart within a dove. Oli. Where goes Cesario? [Going. [Following. After him I love, More than I love these eyes, more than my life, Punish my life for tainting of my love! Oli. Ah me, detested! how am I beguiled! Vio. Who does beguile you? Who does do you wrong? Oli. Hast thou forgot thyself! Is it so long!Call forth the holy father. [Exit an Attendant. Come away. Duke. Oli. Ay, husband; can he that deny? Duke. Her husband, sirrah? No, my lord, not I. Oli. Alas, it is the baseness of thy fear, Be that thou know'st thou art, and then thou art Father, I charge thee by thy reverence, Strengthened by interchangement of your rings; Sealed in my function, by my testimony: Since when, my watch hath told me, toward my grave I have travelled but two hours. Duke. O, thou dissembling cub! What wilt thou be, When time hath sowed a grizzle on thy case? Or will not else thy craft so quickly grow, Oli. Enter SIR ANDREW AGUE-CHEEK, with his head broke Sir And. For the love of God, a surgeon; send one prø sently to Sir Toby. Oli. What's the matter? Sir And. He has broke my head across, and has given Sir Toby a bloody coxcomb too: for the love of God, your help: I had rather than forty pound, I were at home. Oli. Who has done this, Sir Andrew? Sir And. The count's gentleman, one Cesario: we took him for a coward, but he's the very devil incardinate. Duke. My gentleman, Cesario? Sir And. Od's lifelings, here he is:-You broke my head for nothing; and that that I did, I was set on to do't by Sir Toby. Vio. Why do you speak to me? I never hurt you: You drew your sword upon me without cause; But I bespake you fair, and hurt you not. Sir And. If a bloody coxcomb be a hurt, you have hurt me; I think you set nothing by a bloody coxcomb. Enter SIR TOBY BELCH, drunk, led by the Clown. Here comes Sir Toby halting; you shall hear more: but if he had not been in drink, he would have tickled you othergates than he did. Duke. How now, gentleman? How is't with you? Sir To. That's all one: he has hurt me, and there's an end on't. Sot, didst see Dick surgeon, sot? Clo. O, he's drunk, Sir Toby, an hour agone; his eyes were set at eight i' the morning. Sir To. Then he's a rogue and a passy-measures pavin; I hate a drunken rogue. Oli. Away with him: who hath made this havoc with them? Sir And. I'll help you, Sir Toby, because we'll be dressed together. Sir To. Will you help?-An ass-head, and a cox-comb, and a knave? A thin-faced knave, a gull? Oli. Get him to bed, and let his hurt be looked to. [Exeunt Clown, SIR TOBY and SIR ANDREW. Enter SEBASTIAN. Seb. I am sorry, madam, I have hurt your kinsman; But had it been the brother of my blood, I must have done no less with wit and safety. Duke. One face, one voice, one habit, and two persons; How have the hours racked and tortured me, Since I have lost thee! Ant. Sebastian are you? Seb. Fear'st thou that, Antonio? Ant. How have you made division of yourself? Seb. Do I stand there? I never had a brother; [TO VIOIA. So went he suited to his watery tomb: Seb. Vio. And died that day when Viola from her birth Had numbered thirteen years. Seb. O, that record is lively in my soul! He finished, indeed, his mortal act, That day that made my sister thirteen years. But this my masculine usurped attire, |