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In a trice, like to the old vice, (17)

Your need to sustain :
Who with dagger of lath, in his rage, and his wrath,

Cries, ah, ha! to the Devil:
Like a mad lad, pare thy nails, dad,
Adieu, good man drivel.

[Exit.

SCENE changes to another Apartment in

OLIVIA's House.

Enter Sebastian, Seb. This is the air, that is the glorious Sun; This pearl she gave me, I do feel'c and see't. And though 'tis wonder that enwraps me thus, Yet 'tis not madness. Where's Anthonio then? I could not find him at the Elephant ; Yet there he was, and there I found this credit, (18) That he did range the town to seek me out. His counsel now might do me golden service ; For tho' my soul disputes well with my sense,

(17) In a trice, like to the old Vice.] So in Ben Fobnson's The Devil is an Ass.

What is he calls upon me, and would seem to lack a vice?

Ere his words be half spoken, I am with him in a trice. In both these places, by vice, is meant that buffoon, droll character so general in the old Plays, who was dreft up in a long coat, a fool's cap with affes ears, and furnish'd with a wooden sword, with which he was as active and wanton as Arlequin. But I have explain'd the word and cbaracter more particularly in a note upon this line of King Ricbard uild.

Thus, like the formal vice, iniquity, & c. (18) Yet there be was, and there I found this credit,

That be did range, &c.] i. e. I found it juftified, credibly vouch'd. Whether the word credit will easily carry this meaning, I am doubtful: the expression seems obscure; and tho' I have not diiturb'd the text, I very much suspect that the Poet wrote;

and there I found this credent. He uses the same term again in the very fame sense in The Winter's Tale.

Then 'tis very credent, Thou may't co-join with something, and thou doft, &c.

That

That this may be some error, but no madness;
Yet doth this accident and food of fortune
So far exceed all instance, all discourse;
That I am ready to distrust mine eyes,
And wrangle with my reason that perfuades me
To any other truft, but that I'm mad;
Or else the Lady's mad; yet if 'twere so,
She could not sway her house, command-her followers,
Take, and give back affairs, and their dispatch,
With such a smooth, discreet, and stable bearing,
As, I perceive, she does : there's something in't,
That is deceivable. But here she comes.

Enter Olivia and Priest.
Oli. Blame not this hafte of mine: if you mean well,
Now

go

with me, and with this holy man,
Into the chantry by; there before him,
And underneath that consecrated roof,
Plight me the full assurance of your faith;
That my most jealous and too doubtful soul
May live at peace.

He shall conceal it,
Whiles you are willing it shall come to note ;
What time we will our celebration keep
According to my birth. What do you say?

Seb. I'll follow this good man, and go with you; And having sworn truth, ever will be true. Oli. Then lead the way, good father; and heav'ns

so shine, That they may fairly note this act of mine! [Exeunt.

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FABIAN.
TOW, as thou lov'ft me, let me see his letter.

Clo. Good Mr. Fabian, grant me another request.
Fab. Any thing.
Clo. Do not desire to see this letter.

Fab. This is to give a dog, and in recompence desire my dog again.

Enter Duke, Viola, Curio, and Lords. Duke. Belong you to the Lady Olivia, friends ? C!o. Ay, Sir, we are some of her trappings.

Duke. I know thee well; how dost thou, my good fellows

Clo. Truly, Sir, the better for my foes, and the worse for

my

friends, Duke. Just the contrary; the better for thy friends. Clo. No, Sir, the worse. Duke. How can that be?

Clo. Marry, Sir, they praise me, and make an ass of me; now, my foes tell me plainly, I am an afs; fo that by my foes, Sir, I profit in the knowledge of myself; and by my friends I am abused : so that, conclu. fion to be asked, is, (19) if your four negatives make

your (19) Sorbat conclufrens 10 be as kisses, - ] Tho' it might be un. seasonable to call our Poet's fools and knaves every where to account; yer, if we did, for the generallity we should find them responsible, But what monstrous abfur.lity have we here? To sup: ose the trxe genuine, we must acknowledge it too wild to have any known mean. ing: and what has no known meaning, cannot be allow'd to have Vol. 111.

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either

your two affirmatives, why, then the worse for my friends, and the better for

my

foes. Duke. Why, this is excellent.

Clo. By my troth, Sir, no; tho’ it please you to be one of my friends.

Duke. Thou shalt not be the worse for me, there's gold.

Clo. But that it would be double-dealing, Sir, I would, you could make it another.

Duke. O, you give me ill counsel.

Clo. Put your grace in your pocket, Sir, for this once, and let your flesh and blood obey it.

Duke. Well, I will be so much a finner to be a doubledealer: there's another,

Clo. Primo, fecundo, tertio, is a good play, and the old saying is, the third pays for all : the triplex, Sir, is a good tripping measure; or the bells of St. Bennet, Sir, may put you in mind, one, two, three.

Duke. You can fool no more money out of me at this throw'; if you will let your Lady know, I am here to speak with her, and bring her along with you, it may awake my bounty further.

clo. Marry, 'Sir, lullaby to your bounty 'till I come again. I go, Sir; but I would not have you to think, that my desire of having is the fin of coveteousness; but, as you say, Sir, let your bounty take a nap, i will awake it anon,

[Exit Clown. Enter Antonio, and Officers. Vio. Here comes the man, Sir, that did rescue me,

Duke. That face of his I do remember wells
Yet when I saw it last, it was besmear'd
As black as Vulcan, in the smoak of war:

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either wit or humour. Besides, the Clown is affecting to argue seriously and in form. I imagine, the Poet wrote;

So that, concupun to be asked, is iie. So that the conclusion I have to demand of you is this, if your fuur, &'c. He had in the preceding words been inferring some premilies, and now comes to the corclufion very logically; You grant me, says he, the premiffes ; I now ask you to grant the conclusion,

Mr. Warburton.

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A bawbling vessel was he captain of,
For shallow draught and bulk unprizable,
With which such scathful grapple did he make
With the most noble bottom of our fleet,
That very envy and the tongue of loss
Cry'd fame and honour on him. What's the matter ?

i Off. Orsino, this is that Antonio,
That took the Phænix and her fraught from Candy;
And this is he, that did the Tyger board,
When your young nephew Titus lost his leg :
Here in the streets, desperate of shame and state,
In private brabble did we apprehend him.

Vio. He did me kindness, Sir; drew on my fide; But in conclufion put strange speech upon me, I know not what 'twas, but distraction.

Duke. Notable pirate! thou salt-water thief! What foolish boldness brought thee to their mercies, Whom thou in terms fo bloody, and so dear, Hast made thine enemies ?

Anti Orfino, 'noble Sir, Be pleas’d that I shake off these names you give me : Antonio never yet was thief, or pirate; Though I confess, on base and ground enough, Orfino's enemy. A witchcraft drew me hither : That molt ungratetel boy there, by your fide, From the rude sea's enrag'd and foamy mouth Did I redeem ; a wreck past hope he was : His life I gave him, and did thereto add My love without retention or restraint; All bis in dedication. For his lake, Did I expose myself (pure, for his love) Into the danger of this adverse town ; Drew to defend him, when he was beset; Where being apprehended, his falle cunning (Not meaning to partake with me in danger) Taught him to face me out of his acquaintance ; And

grew a twenty years removed thing, While one wouid wink: deny'd me mine own purse, Which I had recommended to his use Noc half an hour before.

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