diftemper yours; therefore I fhall crave of you your leave, that I may bear my evils alone. It were a bad recompence for your love, to lay any of them on you. Ant. Let me yet know of you, whither you are bound. Seb. No, footh, Sir; my determinate voyage is mere extravagancy: but I perceive in you fo excellent a touch of modefty; that you will not extort from me what I am willing to keep in; therefore it charges me in manners the rather to express myself: you must know of me then, Antonio, my name is Sebaftian; which I call'd Rodorigo; my father was that Sebaftian of Meffaline, whom, I know, you have heard of. He left behind him, myfelf, and a fifter, both born in one hour; if the heav'ns had been pleas'd, would we had fo ended! but you, Sir, alter'd that; for, fome hour before you took me from the breach of the fea, was my fifter drown'd. Ant. Alas, the day! 1 Seb. A Lady, Sir, tho' it was faid the much refembled me, was yet of many accounted beautiful; but tho' I could not* [with fuch eftimable wonder] over-far believe that, yet thus far I will boldly publifh her, the bore a mind that envy could not but call fair fhe is drown'd already, Sir, with falt water, tho' I feem to drown her remembrance again with more. Ant. Pardon me, Sir, your bad entertainment. Seb. O good Antonio, forgive me your trouble. Ant. If you will not murder me for my love, lét me be your fervant. Seb. If you will not undo what you have done, that is, kill him whom you have recover'd, defire it not. Fare ye well at once; my bofom is full of kindness, and I am yet so near the manners of my *mother, that upon the least occafion more, mine eyes [with fuch eftimable wonder] An Interpolation of the Players. will tell tales of me: I am bound to the Duke Orfino's court; farewel. [Exit. Ant. The gentleness of all the Gods go with thee! I have made eneinies in Orfino's court, Elfe would I very fhortly fee thee there: But come what may, I do adore thee fo, The danger shall seem sport, and I will go. SCENE II. Enter Viola and Malvolio, at feveral doors. Mal. W refs Olivia? ERE not you [Exit. e'en now with the Coun Vio. Even now, Sir; on a moderate pace I have fince arrived but hither. Mal. She returns this ring to you, Sir; you might have faved me my pains, to have taken it away yourfelf. She adds moreover, that you fhould put your Lord into a defperate Affurance, fhe will none of him. And one thing more, that you be never fo hardy to come again in his affairs, unless it be to report your Lord's taking of this.: receive it fo. Vio. She took the ring of me, I'll none of it. Mal. Come, Sir, you peevishly threw it to her, and her will is, it should be so return'd: if it be worth ftooping for, there it lies in your eye; if not, be it his that finds it, [Exit. Vio. I left no ring with her; what means this Lady? She loves me, fure; the cunning of her paffion her eyes had loft her tongue;] We fhould read, her eyes had croft her tongue; Alluding to the Notion of the Fascination of the Eyes; the Effeas of which were called croffing. None None of my Lord's ring; why, he sent her none. In women's waxen hearts to fet their forms! For fuch as we are made, if such we be. [Exit. Sir To. Changes to Olivia's House. Enter Sir Toby, and Sir Andrew. A bed after midnight, is to be up betimes; and Diluculo furgere, thou know'ft, Sir And. Nay, by my troth, I know not: but I know, to be up late, is to be up late. Sir To. A falfe conclufion: I hate it, as an unfill'd can; to be up after midnight, and to go to bed then, is early; fo that to go to bed after midnight, is to go bed betimes. Does not our life confift of the four elements? Sir And. 'Faith, fo they fay; but, I think, it rather confifts of eating and drinking. Sir To. Th'art a fcholar, let us therefore eat and drink. Maria! I fay!-a ftoop of wine. Enter Enter Clown. Sir And. Here comes the fool, i'faith. Clo. How now, my hearts? did you never see the picture of we three? Sir To. Welcome, afs, now let's have a catch. Sir And. By my troth, the fool has an excellent breaft. I had rather than forty fhillings I had such a leg, and fo fweet a breath to fing, as the fool has. In footh, thou waft in very gracious fooling last night, when thou spok'ft of Pigrogromitus, of the Vapians paffing the Equinoctial of Queubus: 'twas very good, i'faith: I fent thee fix-pence for thy Lemon, hadft it? Clo. I did impeticos thy gratillity'; for Malvolio's nofe is no whip-ftock. My Lady has a white hand, and the Myrmidons are no bottle-ale houses. Sir And. Excellent: why, this is the best fooling, when all is done. Now, a Song. Sir To. Come on, there's Six-pence for you. Let's have a Song. Sir And. There's a teftril of me too; if one Knight give a Clo. Would you have a Love-fong, or a Song of good life? Sir To. A Love-fong, a Love-fong. Sir And. Ay, ay, I care not for good life. Clown fings, O miftrefs mine, where are you roaming? Clo. What is love? 'tis not hereafter: What's What's to come, is ftill unfure; * In decay there lies no plenty: Sir And. A mellifluous voice, as I am a true Knight. Sir And. Very fweet and contagious, i'faith. Sir To. To hear by the nose, it is dulcet in contagion. But fhall we make the welkin dance, indeed? Shall we rouze the night-owl in a catch, that will draw three fouls out of one weaver? fhall we do that? Sir And. An you love me, let's do't: I am a dog at a catch. Clo. By'r Lady, Sir, and fome dogs will catch well. Sir And. Moft certain; let our catch be, Thou knave. Clo. Hold thy peace, thou knave, Knight. I fhall be conftrain'd in't, to call the knave, Knight. Sir And. 'Tis not the first time I have constrain'd one to call me knave. Begin, fool; it begins, Hold thy peace. Clo. I fhall never begin, if I hold my peace. Mar. SCENE Enter Maria. [They fing a catch. IV. WHAT a catterwauling do you keep here? if my Lady have not call'd up her fteward, Malvolio, and bid him turn you out of doors, never trust me. In delay there lies no plenty:] This is a proverbial Saying corrupted; and fhould be read thus, In decay there lies no plenty. A Reproof of Avarice, which ftores up perishable Fruits till they de- |