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Vio. How can this be ?
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,
Oli. If it be aught to the old tune, my Lord,
Duke. Still so cruel ?
Duke. What, to preverseness? you uncivil Lady,
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,
Like 10 tbe Egyptian thief, at point of deatb
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:
the marble-breasted tyrant till.
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,
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?
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,
Duke. Her husband, firrah?
Oli. Alas, it is the baseness of thy fear,
Priest. A contract of eternal bond of love,
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;
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.
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 :
Enter Sir Toby, and Clown.
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.
[All fiand in amaze.
Pardon me, sweet one, even for the vows
Duke. One face, one voice, one habit, and two persons;
Seb. Antonio, O my dear Antonio !
Ant. Sebaftian are you?
Ant. How have you made divifion of yourself?
Oli. Moft wonderful !
Seb. Do I stand there? I never had a brother:
what name? what parentage ?
Seb. A Spirit I am, indeed;
“ 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
Seb. O, that record is lively in my soul;
Vio. If nothing lets to make us happy both,