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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 walks

on earth. But for thee, sellow, fellow, thy words are madness : Three months this youth hath tended upon me ; But more of that anon. -Take him aside.

Oli. What would my Lord, but that he may not have,
Wherein Olivia may seem serviceable ?
Cefario, you do not keep promise with me.

l'io. Madam!
Duke. Gracious Olivia,
Oli. What do you say, Cesario? Good my Lord
Vio. My Lord would speak, my duty hushes me.

Oli. If it be aught to the old tune, my Lord,
It is as fat and fuisome to mine ear,
As howling after mufick.

Duke. Still so cruel ?
Oli. Still so conftant, Lord.

Duke. What, to preverseness? you uncivil Lady,
To whose ingrate and unauspicious altars
My soul the faithful'It offerings has breath'd out,
That e'er devotion tender'd. What Mall I do?

Oli. Ev’n what it please my Lord, that all become him.

Duke. Why should I not, had I the heart to do'r,(20) Like to th’Egyptian thief, at point of death Kill what I love? (a favage jealousy,


(20) Wty mould I not, bad Irbe beart to do it,

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Kill rubar I love! ) In this fimile, a particular story is presuppos'd; which ought to be known, to thew the juftness and proprio ety of the consparison. I'll give the sinopsis of it from Heliodorus's' Æthiopics, to which our Author was indebted for the aliahon. This Ægyptian thief was Tbyamis, who was a native of Memphis, and at the head of a band of robbers. Tbcagenes and Cbariche falling into

That sometimes savours nobly ;) but hear me this:
Since you to non-regardance cast my faith,
And that I partly know the instrument,
That screws me from my true place in your favour :

the marble-breasted tyrant till.
But this your minion, whom, I know, you love,
And whom, by heav'n, I swear, I tender dearly,
Him will I tear out of that cruel eye,
Where he fits crowned in his master's spight.
Come, boy, with me; my thoughts are ripe in mischief:
I'll sacrifice the lamb that I do love,
To spight a raven's heart within a dove. (Duke going.

Vio. And I most jocund, apt, and willingly, To do you rest, a thousand deaths would die. [following.

Oli. Where goes Cesario?

Vio. After him I love,
More than I love these eyes, more than my life;
More, by all mores, than e'er I shall love wife.
If I do feign, you witnesses above
Punish my life, for tainting of my

love! Oli. Ay mé, detested! how am I beguild? Vio. Who does beguile you? who does do you wrong?

Oli. "Halt thou forgot thyself? Is it so long?
Call forth the holy father.
Duke. Come, away:

[T. Viola,
Oli. Whither, my Lord ? Cefario, husband, stay.
Duke. Husband ?
Oli. Ay, husband. Can he that deny i

their hands, Thyamis fell desperately in love with the Lady, and would have married her. Soon after, a stronger body of robbers coming down upon Thyamis's party, he was in such fears for his mifiress, that he had her shut into a cave with his treasure. It was customary with those Barbarians, when they dispair’d of their own safety, for At to make away with those whom they beld dear, and desired for companions in the next life. "Tbyamis, therefore, benetted round with his enemies, raging with love, jealousy, and anger, went to his cave ; and calling aloud in the Ægyptian tongue, so foon as he heard himself answer'a towards the cave's mouth by a Grecian, making to the person by the direction of her voice, he caught her by the hair with his left hand, and (supposing her to be Cbariclea) with his right hand plung’d his sword into her breat,



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Duke. Her husband, firrah?
Vio. No, my Lord, not I.

Oli. Alas, it is the baseness of thy fear,
That makes thee ftrangle thy propriety:
Fear not, Cejario, take thy fortunes up :
Be that, thou know'ft, thou art, and then thou art
As great, as that thou fear'ft.

Enter Priefi.
o welcome, father..
Father, I charge thee by thy reverence
Here to unfold, (tho' lately we intended
To keep in darkness, what occafion now
Reveals before 'tis ripe) what, thou doft know,
Hath newly pait between this youth and me.

Priest. A contract of eternal bond of love,
Confirm'd by mutual joinder of your hands,
Attested by the holy close of lips,
Strengthened by enterchangement of your rings :
And all the ceremony of this compact
Seal'd in my function, by my testimony:
Since when, my watch hath told me, tow'rd my grave
I have travell’d but two hours.

Duke. O thou diffembling cub! what wilt thou be, When time hath sow'd a grizzel on thy case ? Or will not else thy craft fo quickly grow, That thine own trip shall be thine overthrow ? Farewel, and take her ; but direct thy feet, Where ihou and I henceforth may never meet.

Vio. My Lord, I do protest

Qli. O, do not swear;
Hold little faith, tho' thou haft too much fear!

Enter Sir Andrew, with his head broke. Sir And. For the love of God a surgeon, and send one presently to Sir Toby.

Oli. What's the matter ?

Sir And. H'as broke my head a-cross, 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.

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Oli. Who has done this, Sir Andrew?

Sir And. The Count's gentleman, one l.esario; we took him for a coward, but he's the


devil incardinate. Duke. My gentleman, Cefario ?

Sir And. 'Od's lifelings, here he is : you broke niy head for nothing, and that that I did, I was set on to do'r by Sir Toby.

Vio. Why do you speak to me? I never hurt you :
You drew your sword upon me, without cause;
But I bespake you fair, and hurt you not.

Enter Sir Toby, and Clown.
Sir And. If a bloody coxcomb be a hurt, you hare
hurt me: I think, you feť nothing by a bloody cox-
comb. Here comes Sir Toby' halting, you shall bear
more; but if he had not been in drink, he would
have tickled you other-gates 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 ; Sot, didit see Dick Surgeon, Sot?

Clo. O he's drunk, Sir Toby, above an hour agone ; his eyes were set at eight i'th' morning.

Sir To. Then he's a rogue, and a paft-measure Painim. I hate a dranken 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 afs-head, and a coxcomb, and a knave, a thin-fac'd knave, a gull ?

[Exeunt Člo. To. and And. Oli. Get him to bed, and let his hurt be look'd to.

Enter Sebastian.
Seb. I am sorry, Madam, I have hurt your kinsman :
But had it been the brother of my blood,
I must have done no less with wit and safety.

[All fiand in amaze.
You throw a strange regard oa me, by which,
I do perceive, it hath offended you ;



[To Viola,

Pardon me, sweet one, even for the vows
We made each other, but so late ago.

Duke. One face, one voice, one habit, and two persons;
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. Which is Sebastian?

Oli. Moft wonderful !

Seb. Do I stand 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 surges have devour'd :
Of charity, what kin are you to me?

what name? what parentage ?
Vio. Of Mefaline ; Sebastian was my father;
Such a. Sebastian was my brother too:
So went he suited to his wat’ry tomb.
If spirits can assume both form and suit,
You come to fright us.

Seb. A Spirit I am, indeed;
But am in that dimension grossly clad,
Which from the womb I did participate.
Were you a woman, as the rest goes even,
I should my tears let fall upon your cheek,
And say,

“ Thrice welcome, drowned Viola ! Vio. My father had a mole upon his brow. Seb. And fo had mine.

Vio. And dy'd that day, when Viola from her birth
Had numbered thirteen years.

Seb. O, that record is lively in my soul;
He finished, indeed, his mortal act,
That day that made my fifter thirteen years.

Vio. If nothing lets to make us happy both,
But this my masculine usurp'd attire ;
Do not embrace me, 'rill each circumstance


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