Father, I charge thee, by thy reverence, Strengthen'd by interchangement of your rings;| I have travell'd but two hours. Duke. O, thou dissembling cub! what wilt When time hath sow'd a grizzle on thy case? Enter Sir Andrew Aguecheek, with his head Sir And. For the love of God, a surgeon! send one presently 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? 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; Sir And. I'll help you, Sir Toby, because we'll be dressed together. Sir To. Will you help an ass-head and a coxcomb, and a knave? a thin-faced knave, a gull! [look'd to. Oli. Get him to bed, and let his hurt be [Exeunt Clown, Sir Toby, and Sir Andrew. Enter Sebastian. Seb. I am sorry, madam, I have hurt your But, had it been the brother of my blood, Duke. One face, one voice, one habit, and A natural perspective, that is, and is not ! Ant. Sebastian are you? Seb. An apple, cleft in two, is not more twin Seb. Do I stand there? I never had a vour'd. [me? Vio. Of Messaline: Sebastian was my Seb. A spirit I am, indeed; But am in that dimension grossly clad, Which from the womb I did participate. Were you a woman, as the rest goes even, I should my tears let fall upon your cheek, And say-Thrice welcome, drowned Viola ! Vio. My father had a mole upon his brow,Seb. And so had mine. Vio. And died that day, when Viola from Had number'd thirteen years. [her birth Seb. O, that record is lively in my soul! He finished, indeed, his mortal act That day that made my sister thirteen years. Vio. If nothing lets to make us happy both But this my masculine usurp'd attire, Clo. O, he's drunk, Sir Toby, an hour Do not embrace me till each circumstance agone; his eyes were set at eight i' the morn-Of place, time, fortune, do cohere and jump, ing. Sir And. If a bloody coxcomb be a hurt, you have hurt me: I think you set nothing by a bloody coxcomb.-Here comes Sir Toby halting,Enter Sir Toby Belch, drunk, led by the Clown.-you shall hear more: but if he had not been in drink, he would have tickled you othergates than he did. [you? Dake. How now, gentleman! how is't with Sir To. That's all one: he has hurt me, and there's the end on't.-Sot, didst see Dick surgeon, sot? That I am Viola: which to confirm, Sir To. Then he's a rogue, and a passy-I'll bring you to a captain in this town, measures pavin: I hate a drunken rogue. Olt Away with him! Who hath made this havoc with them? Where lie my maiden weeds; by whose gentle help I was preserv'd, to serve this noble count. All the occurrence of my fortune since But nature to her bias drew in that. You would have been contracted to a maid; Oli. Did he write this? Duke. This savours not much of distraction. My lord, so please you, these things farther To think me as well a sister as a wife, [you, If this be so, as yet the glass seems true, Thou never shouldst love woman like to me. Duke. Oli. He shall enlarge him :-fetch Malvolio And yet, alas, now I remember me, Viola.] Your master quits you; and, for So much against the mettle of your sex, Oli. A sister?-you are she. Oli. How now, Malvolio! Ay, my lord, this same. Mal. Madam, you have done me wrong, Notorious wrong. Oli. Have I, Malvolio? no. Mal. Lady, you have. Pray you, peruse that letter: You must not now deny it is your hand, Write from it, if you can, in hand, or phrase; Or say 'tis not your seal, nor your invention: his.-You can say none of this: well, grant it then, And tell me, in the modesty of honour, Why you have given me such clear lights of favour, Clo. Truly, madam, he holds Belzebub at the stave's end, as well as a man in his case may do he has here writ a letter to you; I should have given it to you to-day morning; but as a madman's epistles are no gospels, so it skills not much when they are delivered. Oli. Open it, and read it. Clo. Look then to be well edified, when the fool delivers the madman.-"By the Lord, madam." Oli. How now! art thou mad? Clo. No, madam, I do but read madness: an your ladyship will have it as it ought to be, you must allow vox. Oli. Pr'ythee, read i' thy right wits. Clo. So I do, madonna; but to read his right wits, is to read thus: therefore perpend, my princess, and give ear. Oli. [To Fabian.] Read it you, sirrah. [you, Oli. Alas, Malvolio, this is not my writing, [pos'd thee; [of it, But when we know the grounds and authors Thou shalt be both the plaintiff and the judge Of thine own cause. Fab. [Reads. "By the Lord, madam, you wrong me, and the world shall know it: though you have put me into darkness, and given your drunken cousin rule over me, yet have I the benefit of my senses as well as your ladyship. Fab. Good madam, hear me speak ; I have your own letter that induced me to the And let no quarrel, nor no brawl to come, semblance I put on; with the which I doubt Taint the condition of this present hour, not but to do myself much right, or you much Which I have wonder'd at. In hope it shall shame. Think of me as you please. I leave not, my duty a little unthought of, and speak out of Most freely I confess, myself and Toby my injury. The madly-used MALVOLIO." Set this device against Malvolio here, Upon some stubborn and uncourteous parts [thee! Oli. Alas, poor fool, how have they baffled Clo. Why, "some are born great, some achieve greatness, and some have greatness thrown upon them." I was one, sir, in this interlude, -one Sir Topas, sir; but that's all one.-" By the Lord, fool, I am not mad:"but do you remember? "Madam, why laugh you at such a barren rascal? an you smile not, he's gagg'd:" and thus the whirligig of time brings in his revenges. Mal. I'll be reveng'd on the whole pack of you. [Exit. Oli. He hath been most notoriously abus'd. Duke. Pursue him, and entreat him to a peace ; He hath not told us of the captain yet: When that I was and a little tiny boy, For the rain it raineth every day. With hey, ho, the wind and the rain, 'Gainst knaves and thieves men shut their gate, For the rain it raineth every day. But when I came, alas! to wive, With hey, ho, the wind and the rain, By swaggering could I never thrive, For the rain it raineth every day. But when I came unto my bed, With hey, ho, the wind and the rain, With toss-pots still had drunken head, For the rain it raineth every day. A great while ago the world begun, With hey, ho, the wind and the rain: But that's all one, our play is done, And we'll strive to please you every day. [Exit. Officers of a Court of Judicature. Sicilian Gentlemen. Rogero, a Sicilian Gentleman. Polixenes, King of Bohemia. Florizel, his Son. Archidamus, a Bohemian Lord. A Mariner. Gaoler. Servant to the old Shepherd. Autolycus, a Rogue. Time, as Chorus. Hermione, Queen to Leontes. Perdita, Daughter to Leontes and Hermione. Paulina, Wife to Antigonus. Emilia, a Lady, attending the Queen. Mopsa, Dorcas, Shepherdesses. Sicilian Lords and Ladies, Attendants, Guards, Satyrs, Shepherds, Shepherdesses, &c. SCENE,-Sometimes in Sicilia, sometimes in Bohemia. ACT I. SCENE 1.-Sicilia. An Antechamber in Enter Camillo and Archidamus. have said, great difference betwixt our Bohemia and your Sicilia. Cam. I think, this coming summer, the king of Sicilia means to pay Bohemia the visitation which he justly owes him. Arch. Wherein our entertainment shall shame us, we will be justified in our loves; for, indeed, Cam. Beseech you,— [stay'd No sneaping winds at home, to make us say, Arch. Verily, I speak it in the freedom of" This is put forth too truly." Besides, I have my knowledge: we cannot with such magnifi- To tire your royalty. cence-in so rare-I know not what to say.— Leon. We will give you sleepy drinks, that your senses, unintelligent of our insufficience, may, though they cannot praise us, as little ac cuse us. Cam. You pay a great deal too dear for what's given freely. Arch. Believe me, I speak as my understanding instructs me, and as mine honesty puts it to utterance. Cam. Sicilia cannot show himself over-kind to Bohemia. They were trained together in their childhoods; and there rooted betwixt them then such an affection, which cannot choose but branch now. Since their more mature dignities and royal necessities made separation of their society, their encounters, though not personal, have been royally attorneyed, with interchange of gifts, letters, loving embassies; that they have seemed to be together, though absent; shook hands, as over a vast; and embraced, as it were, from the ends of opposed winds. The heavens continue their loves! Arch. I think there is not in the world either malice or matter to alter it. You have an unspeakable comfort of your young prince Mamillius: it is a gentleman of the greatest promise that ever came into my note. Cam. I very well agree with you in the hopes of him it is a gallant child; one that, indeed, physics the subject, makes old hearts fresh they that went on crutches ere he was born, desire yet their life to see him a man. Arch. Would they else be content to die? Cam. Yes; if there were no other excuse why they should desire to live. Arch. If the king had no son, they would desire to live on crutches till he had one. [Exeunt. SCENE II.-Sicilia. A Room of State in the Palace. been Enter Leontes, Polixenes, Hermione, Go hence in debt: and therefore, like a cipher, Leon. Pol. Or breed upon our absence, that may blow We are tougher, brother, That you can put us to't. Pol. No longer stay. Leon. One seven-night longer. Pol. Very sooth, to-morrow. Leon. We'll part the time between's then : I'll no gain-saying. [and in that Pol. Press me not, beseech you, so. There is no tongue that moves, none, none i' the world, [now, So soon as yours could win me: so it should Were there necessity in your request, although 'Twere needful I denied it. My affairs Do even drag me homeward: which to hinder, Were in your love a whip to me; my stay To you a charge and trouble: to save both, Farewell, our brother. Leon. Tongue-tied our queen? speak you. But let him say so then, and let him go; The borrow of a week. When at Bohemia I love thee not a jar o' the clock behind Her. Nay, but you will? Her. Verily! No, madam. I may not, verily. You put me off with limber vows; but I, Though you would seek t'unsphere the stars with oaths, Should yet say, Sir, no going." Verily, My prisoner, or my guest? by your dread verily, Your guest, then, madam: Her. Not your gaoler, then, But your kind hostess. Come, I'll question you Her. [boys; It is Grace indeed.Of my lord's tricks and yours when you were Why, lo you now, I have spoke to the purpose You were pretty lordlings then. twice: Pol. We were, fair queen, The one for ever earn'd a royal husband; Two lads that thought there was no more be- Th' other for some while a friend. But such a day to-morrow as to-day, [hind, And to be boy eternal. Her. Was not my lord the verier wag o' the two? [i' the sun, Pol. We were as twinn'd lambs that did frisk And bleat the one at th' other: what we chang'd, Was innocence for innocence; we knew not Boldly, "Not guilty;" the imposition clear'd, By this we gather, Her. O, my most sacred lady, Temptations have since then been born to us; for In those unfledg'd days was my wife a girl; Your precious self had then not cross'd the eyes Of my young playfellow. Her. Grace to boot! Her. Leon. Never? Never but once. Her. What! have I twice said well? when was't before? I pr'ythee tell me; cram us with praise, and But once before I spoke to the purpose: when? Ere I could make thee open thy white hand, And clap thyself my love: then didst thou utter, "I am yours for ever." I [Giving her hand to Polixenes. Leon. [Aside.] Too hot, too hot! To mingle friendship far, is mingling bloods. The mort o' the deer; O, that is entertainment I' fecks? What, hast Ay, my good lord. Why, that's my bawcock. smutch'd thy nose?— They say, it is a copy out of mine. Come, Upon his palm?-How now, you wanton calf! shoots that I have, To be full like me :-yet they say we are With what's unreal thou coactive art, (And that beyond commission; and I find it,) As if you held a brow of much distraction : No, in good earnest. |