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Olio Let him approach: call in my gentlewoman.
Mal. Gentlewoman, my Lady calls. [Exit.

Enter Maria.

. Give me my veil: come, throw it o'er my face;
We'll once more hear Orfino's embassy.

Enter Viola.
Vio. The honourable Lady of the house, which is
The ?

Oli. Speak to me, I shall answer for her: your will?
Vio. Most radiant, exquisite, and unmatchable beau.
ty-.I pray you, tell me, if this be the Lady of the
house, for I never saw her. I would be loth to caft
away my speech; for, besides that it is excellently well
penn'd, I have taken great pains to con it. Good
beauties, let me sustain no scorn ; I am very compti-
ble, even to the least finifter usage.

Oli. Whence came you, Sir?

Vio. I can say little more than I have studied, and
that question's out of my part.

Good gentle one,
give me modeft assurance, if you be the Lady of the
house, that ) may proceed in my speech.
Oli. Are you a comedian ?

Vio. No, my profound heart; and yet, by the very
fangs of malice, I swear, I am not that I play. Are
you the 'Lady of the house ?

Oli. If I do not usurp myself, I am.

Vio. Most certain, if you are she, you do usurp your felf; for what is yours to bestow, is not yours to reserve; but this is from my commission. I will on with my speech in your praise, and then shew you the heart of my mefrage.

On. Come to what is important in't: I forgive you

Vio. Alas, I took great pains to stady it, and 'tis poetical,

Oli. It is the more like to be feign'd. I pray you, keep it in. I heard, you were sawcy at my gates; and I allow'd your approach, rather to wonder at you than

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to hear you. If you be not mad, be gone ; if you have reason, be brief: 'tis not that time of the moon with me, to make one in fo Ikipping a dialogue.

Mar. Will you hoist fail, Sir? here lies your way.

Vio. No, good swabber, I am 'to hull here a little longer. Some mollification for your giant, sweet Lady: tell me your mind, I am a messenger.

0.1. Sure, you have some hideous matter to deliver, when the curtesy of it is so fearful. Speak your of fice.

Vio. It alone concerns your ear. I bring no overture of war, 110 taxation of homage; I hold, the olive in my hand: iny words are as full of peace, as matter.

oli. Yet you began rudely. What are your what would you?

Vio. The rudeness, that hath appear'd in me, have I learn'd from my entertainment. What I am, and what I would, are as secret as maiden-head; to your ears, divinity; to any other's, prophanation.

Oli. Give us the place alone. [Exit Maria.) We will hear this divinity. Now, Sir, what is your text ?

Vio. Most sweet Lady,

Oli. A comfortable do&rine, and much may be said of it. Where lies your text?

Vio. In Orfino's bosom.
Oli. In his bosom? in what chapter of his bofom?

Vio. To answer by the method, in the first of his heart.

Oli. O, I have read it; it is heresy. Have you no more to say ? Vio. Good madam, let me see


face. Oli. Have you any commission from your Lord to negotiate with my face ? you are now out of your text; but we will draw the curtain, and thew you the pictare. (3) Look you, Sir, such a one I wear this presenti is't not well done ?


Vio. (3) Look you, Sir, such a one I was tbis present : is't not well done ? ] This is nonsen My correction, I think, clears all up, and gives the expression an air of gallantryViola presies to see Olivia's face: the


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Vio. Excellently done, if God did all.

Oli. 'Tis in grain, Sir; 'twill endure wind and weather.

Vio. 'Tis beauty truly blent, whose red and white Nature's own sweet and cunning hand laid on: Lady,

", you are the cruellift she alive, If you will lead these graces to the graven And leave the world no copy.

Oli. O, Sir, I will not be so hard-hearted : I will give out diverse schedules of my beauty. It shall be inventoried, and every particle and utensil labelld to

As, Item, two lips indifferent red. Item, two grey eyes, with lids to them. Item, one neck, one chin, and so forth. Were you sent hither to praise me?

Vio. I see you, what you are; you are too proud; But if you were the devil, you are fair. My Lord and Master loves you: 0, fuch love Could be but recompenc'd, tho' you were crown'd The non-pareil of beauty!

Oli. How does he love me?

l'io. With adorations, with fertile tears, With groans that thunder love, with fighs of fire.

Oli. Your Lord does know my mind, I cannot love him; Yet I suppose him virtuous, know him noble, Of great estate, of fresh and stainless youth; In voices well divulg'd; free, learn'd, and valiant ; And in dimension, and the shape of Nature, A gracious person ; but yet I cannot love him : He might have took his answer long ago.

Vio. If I did love you in my Master's flame, With such a suff'ring, such a deadly life, other at length pulls off her veil, and says; We will draw the curtaining and few you the Picture. I wear this complexion to-day, I may wear another to-morrow; jocularly intimating, that the painted. The other, vext at the jeft, says, “ Excellently done, if God did all.” Perhaps, it may

be true, what you fay in jeft: otherwise 'tis an excellent face. 'Tis in grain, &c. replies Olivia.

Mr. Warburton.

In your

denial I would find no sense : I would not understand it.

Oli. Why, what would you do?

Vio. Make me a willow cabin at your gate,
And call upon my soul within the house ;
Write loyal canto's of contemned love,
And sing them loud even in the dead of night:
(4) Hollow your name to the reverberant hills,
And make the babling gollip of the air
Cry out, Olivia! O you should not reft
Between the elements of air and earth,

should pity me.
Oli. You might do much:
What is your parentage?

Vio. Above my fortunes, yet my itate is well :
I am a gentleman.

Oli. Get you to your Lord;
I cannot love him : let him send no more ;
Unless, perchance, you come to me again,
To tell me how he takes it; fare you well:
I thank you for your pains ; spend this for me.

Vio. I am no feed pott, Lady; keep your purse:
My master, not myself, lacks recompence.
Love #nake his heart of Aint, that you shall love,
And let your
fervour, like

my Master's, be Plac'd in contempt! farewel,' fair cruelty. [Exit.

Oli. What is your parentage ? Above my fortunes, yet my state is well : I am a gentleman I'll be sworn thou art. Thy tongue, thy face, thy limbs, actions, and spirit, Do give thee five-fold blazon-not too fast-foft! foft! Unless the master were the man.How now? Even so quickly may one catch the plague? Methinks, I feel this youth's perfections, With an invisible and subtile ftealth,

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To creep in at mine eyes. Well, let it be
What ho, Malvolio,

Enter Malvolio.
Mal. Here, Madam, at your service.

Oli. Run after that same peevith messenger,
The Duke's man; he left this ring behind him,
Would I, or not: tell him, I'll none of it.
Defire him not to flatter with his Lord,
Nor hold him up with hopes; I am not for him :
if that the youth will come this way to-morrow,
I'll give him reasons for’t. Hye thee, Malvolio.
Mal. Madam, I will.

Oli. I do, I know not what; and fear to find
Mine eye too great a flatterer for my mind :
Fate, new thy force ; ourselves we do not owe;
What is decreed, must be ; and be this so!



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Enter Antonio and Sebastian.

ANTONIO What you itayyoo longer i nor will you not, Seb. By your patience, no: my stars shine dark.

: the malignancy of my fate might, perhaps, distemper yours; therefore I shall 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


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