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

Your need to fuftain:

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 Sebaftian.

Seb. This is the air, that is the glorious Sun;
This pearl fhe gave me, I do feel't and fee'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 feek me out.
His counfel now might do me golden fervice ;-
For tho' my foul difputes well with my fenfe,

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

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
fo general in the old Plays, who was dreft up in a long coat, a fool's
cap with affes ears, and furnifh'd with a wooden fword, with which
he was as active and wanton as Arlequin. But I have explain'd the
zword and charakter more particularly in a note upon this line of King
Richard IIId.

Thus, like the formal vice, iniquity, &c.

(18) Yet there he was, and there I found this credit,

That he did range, &c.] i. e. I found it juftified, credibly vouch'd. Whether the word credit will eafily carry this meaning, I am doubtful: the expreffion feems obfcure; and tho' I have not disturb'd the text, I very much fufpect that the Poet wrote;

-and there I found this credent. He uses the fame term again in the very fame fenfe 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 fome error, but no madness;
Yet doth this accident and flood of fortune
So far exceed all inftance, all difcourfe;
That I am ready to diftruft mine eyes,

And wrangle with my reason that perfuades me
To any other truft, but that I'm mad;

Or elfe 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 fuch a smooth, difcreet, and ftable bearing,
As, I perceive, fhe does: there's fomething in't,
That is deceivable. But here he comes.

Enter Olivia and Prieft.

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 confecrated roof, Plight me the full affurance of your faith; That my moft jealous and too doubtful foul May live at peace. He fhall conceal it, Whiles you are willing it fhall 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 with you; And having fworn truth, ever will be true. Oli. Then lead the way, good father; and heav'ns fo fhine,

go

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

ACT

A CT V.

SCENE, the STREET.

Enter Clown, and Fabian.

FABIAN.

TOW, as thou lov'ft me, let me fee his letter. Clo. Good Mr. Fabian, grant me another request. Fab. Any thing.

Clo. Do not defire to fee this letter.

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

Enter Duke, Viola, Curio, and Lords.

Duke. Belong you to the Lady Olivia, friends? Clo. Ay, Sir, we are fome of her trappings. Duke. I know thee well; how doft thou, my good fellow?

Clo. Truly, Sir, the better for my foes, and the worfe for my friends.

Duke. Juft the contrary; the better for thy friends. Clo. No, Sir, the worse.

Duke. How can that be?

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

your

(19) So that conclufens to be as kiffes,-] Tho' it might be unreasonable to call our Poet's fools and knaves every where to account; yet, if we did, for the generallity we fhould find them refponfible. But what monftrous abfurdity have we here? To fuprofe the text genuine, we must acknowledge it too wild to have any known meaning and what has no known meaning, cannot be allow'd to have VOL. III.

H

either

your two affirmatives, why, then the worfe 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 worfe 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 counfel.

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

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

Clo. Primo, fecundo, tertio, is a good play, and the old faying 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 fpeak 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 defire of having is the fin of coveteoufnefs; but, as you fay, 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 well;

Yet when I faw it laft, it was befmear'd

As black as Vulcan, in the fmoak of war:

either wit or humour.

Befides, the Clown is affecting to argue

feriously and in form. I imagine, the Poet wrote; So that, conclufion to be asked, is

i. e. So that the conclufion I have to demand of you is this, if your four, &c. He had in the preceding words been inferring fome premiffes, and now comes to the conclufion very logically; You grant me, fays he, the premiffes; I now afk you to grant the conclufion. Mr. Warburton.

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A bawbling veffel was he captain of,
For fhallow draught and bulk unprizable,
With which fuch feathful grapple did he make
With the moft 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. Orfino, this is that Antonio,

That took the Phenix and her fraught from Candy;
And this is he, that did the Tyger board,
When your young nephew Titus loft his leg:
Here in the streets, defperate of fhame and ftate,
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 falt-water thief! What foolish boldness brought thee to their mercies, Whom thou in terms fo bloody, and fo dear, Haft made thine enemies?

Ant. Orfino, noble Sir,

Be pleas'd that I shake off thefe names you give me :
Antonio never yet was thief, or pirate;

Though I confefs, on bafe and ground enough,
Orfino's
's enemy. A witchcraft drew me hither:
That molt ungrateful boy there, by your fide,
From the rude fea's enrag'd and foamy mouth
Did I redeem; a wreck paft hope he was:
His life I gave him, and did thereto add
My love without retention or restraint;
All his in dedication. For his fake,
Did I expofe myself (pure, for his love)
Into the danger of this adverfe town;
Drew to defend him, when he was befet;
Where being apprehended, his false 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 would wink: deny'd me mine own purfe,
Which I had recommended to his ufe