Tis but a fhadow of a wife you fee,
The name, and not the thing.

Ber. Both, both; oh, pardon!

Hel. Oh, my good Lord, when I was like this maid,
I found you wondrous kind; there is your ring,
And look you, here's your letter: this it fays,
When from my finger you can get this ring,

And are by me with child, &c. This is done.
Will you be mine, now you are doubly won?

Ber. If fhe, my Liege, can make me know this clearly,

I'll love her dearly, ever, ever dearly.

Hel. If it appear not plain, and prove untrue, Deadly divorce ftep between me and you!

O, my dear mother, do I fee you living?

[To the Countess

Laf. Mine eyes fmell onions, I fhall weep anon:
Good Tom Drum, lend me a handkerchief, [To Parolles.
So, I thank thee, wait on me home. I'll make sport
with thee: let thy courtefies alone, they are fcurvy ones.
King. Let us from point to point this story know,
To make the even truth in pleasure flow:

If thou beeft yet a fresh uncropped flower, [To Diana
Chufe thou thy husband, and I'll pay thy dower;
For I can guess, that by thy honeft aid,

Thou kept'ft a wife herself, thyself a maid.
Of that and all the progrefs more and lefs,
Refolvedly more leifure fhall express:

All yet feems well, and if it end fo meet,
The bitter paft, more welcome is the sweet. [Extant.

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EPILOGUE.

Spoken by the KING.

HE King's a beggar, now the play is done:
All is well ended, if this fuit be won,
That you express content; which we will pay,
With ftrife to please you, day exceeding day;
Ours be your patience then, and yours our parts,
Your gentle hands lend us, and take our hearts.

TWELFTH

TWELFTH-NIGHT:

OR,

WHAT YOU WILL.