And grew a twenty years removed thing, While one would wink: deny'd me mine own purse, Which I had recommended to his use 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 heav'n on earth. But for thee, fellow, thy words are madness: Oli. What would my lord, but that he may not have, Wherein Olivia may feem ferviceable? Cefario, you do not keep promise with me. Duke. Gracious Olivia, Oli. What do you fay, Cefario? Good my lordVio. My lord would fpeak, my duty hufhes me. Oli. If it be aught to the old tune, my lord, It is as flat and fulfome to mine ear, As howling after mufic. Duke. Still fo cruel? Oli. Still fo constant, lord. Duke. What, to perverfeness? you uncivil lady, To whose ingrate and unaufpicious altars My foul the faithfull'ft offerings has breath'd out, him. Duke. Why fhould I not, had I the heart to do't, *Like to th' Egyptian thief, at point of death Kill what I love? (a favage jealousy, That fometimes favours nobly;) but hear me this: That screws me from my true place in your favour: But this your minion, whom, I know, you love, Where he fits crowned in his master's spight. I'll facrifice the lamb that I do love, To spight a raven's heart within a dove. [Duke going. Oli. Where goes Cefario? More than I love these [following. eyes, more than my life; More, by all mores, than e'er I fhall love wife. If I do feign, you witnesses above Punish my life, for tainting of my love! Oli. Ay me, detefted! how am I beguil'd? Vio. Who does beguile you? who does do you wrong? Oli. Haft thou forgot thyfelf? Is it fo long? Call forth the holy father. Duke. Come, away. [To Viola. Oli. Whither, my lord? Cefario, husband, stay. Duke. Hufband? Oli. Ay, hufband. Can he that deny? Duke. Her huiband, firrah? Vio. No, my lord, not I. Oli. Alas, it is the bafenefs of thy fear, Like to th' Egyptian thief,--] This Egyptian Thief was Thyamis See Heliodorus's AEthiopics. Mr. Theobald. That That makes thee ftrangle thy propriety : Be that, thou know'ft, thou art, and then thou art O welcome, father. Enter Prieft. Father, I charge thee by thy reverence Strengthened by enterchangement of your rings; Since when, my watch hath told me, tow`rd my grave Duke. O thou diffembling cub! what wilt thou be, When time hath fow'd a grizzel on thy case? Or will not elfe thy craft fo quickly grow, That thine own trip fhall be thine overthrow? Farewel, and take her; but direct thy feet, Where thou and I henceforth may never meet. Vio. My lord, I do proteft Oli. O, do not fwear; Hold little faith, tho' thou haft too much fear ! SCENE IV. Enter Sir Andrew, with his head broke. a Sir And. FOR the love of God a furgeon, and fend one presently to Sir Toby. Oli. What's the matter? Sir And. H'as broke my head a-crofs, and 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 Cefario: we took him for a coward, but he's the very devil incardinate. Duke. My gentleman, Cefario? Sir And. Od's lifelings, here he is: you broke my head for nothing; and that that I did, I was fet on to do't by Sir Toby. Vio. Why do you speak to me? I never hurt You drew your fword upon me, without cause : But I befpake you fair, and hurt you not. Enter Sir Toby, and Clown. you: Sir And. If a bloody coxcomb be a hurt, you have hurt me: I think, you fet nothing by a bloody coxcomb. Here comes Sir Toby halting, you fhall 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; fot, didft fee Dick Surgeon, fot? Clo. O he's drunk, Sir Toby, above an hour agone; his eyes were fet at eight i'th' morning. Sir To. Then he's a rogue, and a past-measure Painim. I hate a drunken rogue. Oli. Away with him: who hath made this havock with them? Sir And. I'll help you, Sir Toby, because we'll be dreft together. Sir To. Will you help an ass-head, and a coxcomb, and a knave, a thin-fac'd knave, a gull? [Exeunt Clo. To. and And. Oli. Get him to bed, and let his hurt be look'd to. VOL. III. SCENE Am forry, Madam, I have hurt your kinf man: But had it been the brother of my blood, Pardon me, fweet one, even for the vows We made each other, but fo late ago. Duke. One face, one voice, one habit, and two perfons; A nat'ral perspective, that is, and is not ! Seb. Antonio, O my dear Antonio ! How have the hours rack'd and tortur'd me, Since I have loft thee? Ant. Sebaftian are you? Seb. Fear'ft thou that, Antonio! Ant. How have you made divifion of yourself? An apple, cleft in two, is not more twin Than these two creatures. Oli. Moft wonderful? Which is Sebaftian? Seb. Do I ftand there? I never had a brother: Nor can there be that deity in my nature, Of here and every where. I had a fifter, Whom the blind waves and furges have devour'd: Of charity, what kin are you to me? [To Viola. What countryman? what name? what parentage? Vio. Of Meffaline; Sebaftian was my father; Such a Sebaftian was my brother too: Seb. A spirit I am, indeed ; But am in that dimenfion grofly clad, I fhould |