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It is as fa:* and fulsome to mine ear,
As howling arter music.
Duke.

Still so cruel ?
Oli. Still so constant, lord.

Duke. What! to perverseness ? you uncivil lady, To whose ingrate and unauspicious altars My soul the faithfull'st offerivgs hath breath'd out, 'That e'er devotion tender'd! What shall I do? Oli. Even what it please my lord, that shall be

come him. Duke. Why sliould I not, had I the heart to do it, Like to the Egyptian thief, at point of death, Kill what I love; a savage jealousy, That sometime 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, Live you, the marble-breasted tyrant, still ; But this your minion, whom, I know, you love, And whom, by heaven, I swear, I tender dearly, Ilim will I tear out of that cruel eye, Where he sits crowned in his master's spite.Come boy, with me; my thoughts are ripe in mis.

chief: I'll sacrifice the lamb that I do love, To spite a raven's heart within a dove. [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 witoesses above,
Punish my life, for tainting of my love!

Oli. Ah me, detested! how am I beguil'd!
Vio. Who does beguile you? who does do you

wrong?

• Dull, gross.

Oli. Hast thou forgot thyself? Is it so long ?Call forth the holy father. [Erit an Attendant. Duke.

Come away.

[To Viola.

Oli. Whither, my lord ?- Cesario, husband, stay.
Duke. Husband ?
Oli.

Ay, husband; Can be that deny
Duke. Her husband, sirrah?
Vio

No, my lord, not I. Oli. Alas, it is the baseness of thy fear, That makes thee strangle thy propriety*: Fear not, Cesario, take thy fortunes up; Be that thou know'st thou art, and then thou art As great as that thou fear st.–0, welcome, father!

Re-enter Attendant and Priest.

Eather, I charge thee, by thy reverence,
Here to unfold (though lately we intended
To keep in darkness, what occasion now
Reveals before 'tis ripe), what thou dost know,
Hathi newly past between this youth and me.

Priest. A contract of eternal bond of love,
Contirm'd by mutual joinder of your hands,
Attested by the holy close of lips,
Strengthen'd by interchangement 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, toward my

grave, I have travelled but two hours.

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

Vio. My lord, I do protest,

Disovra thy property.

+ Skin

Oli.

0, do not swear : Ilold little faith, though thou hast too much fear.

Enter Sir Andrew Ague-cheek, with his head broko.

Sir And. For the love of God, a surgeon; send one presently to sir Toby.

Oli. What's the matter?

Sir And. He has broke my head across, and has 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 Cesario : we took him for a coward, but he's the very devil in. cardinate.

Duke. My gentleman, Cesario?

Sir And. Od's lifelings, here he is :-You broke my head for nothing; and that that I did, I was set on to do't by sir Toby.

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

Sir And. If a bloody coxcomb be a hurt, you have hurt me; I think, you set nothing by a bloody coxcomb.

Enter Sir Toby Belch, drunk, led by the Clown,

Here comes sir Toby halting, you shall hear more: but if he had not been in drink, he would have tickled you othergates* than he did.

Duke. How now, gentleman? how is't with you?

Sir To. That's all one; he has hurt me, avd there's the end on't. Sot, did'st see Dick surgeon, sot?

Clo. O lie's drunk, sir Toby, an hour agone; his eyes were set at eight i'the morning.

• Otherways.

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Sir To. Then he's a rogue. After a passy-measure, or a pavin*, I hate a drunken rogue.

Oli. Away with him: Who hath made this barock with them?

Sir And. I'll help you, sir Toby, because we'll be dressed together.

Sir To. Will you help an ass-head, and a cox. comb, and a knave? a thin-faced knave, a gull? Oli. Get him to bed, and let his hurt be look'd to.

[Exeunt Clown, Sir Toby, and Sir Andrew.

Enter Sebastian.

Seb. I am sorry, madam, I have hurt your kins.

man; But, had it been the brother of my blood, I must have done no less, with wit, and safety. You throw a strange regard upon me, and By that I do perceive it hath offended you; 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 natural 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 lost thee.

Ant. Sebastian are you i
Seb.

Fear'st thou that, Antonio?
Ant. How have you made division of yourself?
An apple, cleft in two, is not more twin
Than these two creatures. Which is Sebastian?
Oli. Most 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 sister, Whom the blind waves and surges have devour'd:Of charityt, what kin are you to me? [To Viola.

# Serious dancers.

+ Out of charity tell me. What countryman ? what vame? what parent

age?

Vio. of Messaline : Sebastian was my father;
Such a Sebastian was my brother too,
So went he suited to his watery tonib:
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,
1 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 so had mine.

Vio. And died that day when Viola from her birth Had number'd thirteen years.

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

Vio. If nothing lets* to make us happy both,
But this my masculine usurp'd attire,
Do not embrace me, till each circumstance
Of place, time, fortune, do colere, and jump,
That I am Viola: which to confirm,
I'll bring you to a captain in this town,
Where lie my maiden weeds; by whose gentle help,
I was preserv'd, to serve this noble count:
All the occurrence of my fortune since
Hath been between this lady, and this lord.
Seb. So comes it, lady, you have been mistook:

[To Olivia. But nature to her bias drew io that. You would have been contracted to a maid; Nor are you therein, by my life, deceiv'd; You are betroth'd both to a maid and man.

Duke. Be not amaz’d; right noble is his blood. If this be so, as yet the glass seenis true,

• Hinders.

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