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Oli, O, I have read it ; it is heresy. Have you no more to
Vio. Good madam, let me see your face.
Oli. Have you any commission from your lord to negotiate with my face ? you are now out of your text: but we will draw the curtain, and shew you the picture. [Unveiling.] Look you, sir, such a one I was this present : is 't not well done?
Vio. Excellently done, if God did all.
Vio. 'Tis beauty truly blent, whose red and white
Oli. O, sir, I will not be so hard-hearted ; I will give out divers schedules of my beauty : it shall be inventoried, and every particle and utensil labelled to my will : as, item, two lips indifferent red; item, two grey eyes, with lids to them; item, one neck, one chin, and so forth. Were you sent hither to praise me?
Vio. I see you what you are : you are too proud ;
How does he love me?
that thunder love, with sighs of fire.
Vio. If I did love you in my master's flame,
In your denial I would find no sense ;
Why, what would you ?
you should pity me! Oli. You might do much. What is your parentage ?
Vio. Above my fortunes, yet my state is well :
for your pains : spend this for me.
[Exit. Oli. "What is your parentage ?? * Above my fortunes, yet my state is well : I am a gentleman.'—I'll be sworn thou art ; Thy tongue, thy face, thy limbs, actions, and spirit, Do give thee fivefold blazon.—Not too fast :-soft,
'To creep in at mine eyes. Well, let it be.What, ho, Malvolio !
Re-enter MALVOLIO. Mal.
Here, madam, at your service. Oli. Run after that same peevish messenger, The county's man : 17 he left this ring behind him, Would I or not; tell him I'll none of it. Desire him not to flatter with his lord, Nor hold him up with hopes ; I am not for him : If that the youth will come this way to-morrow, I'll give him reasons for't. Hie thee, Malvolio. Mal. Madam, I will.
[Exit. Oli. I do I know not what ; and fear to find Mine eye too great a flatterer for my
mind. Fate, shew thy force. Ourselves we do not owe; What is decreed must be—and be this so !
Enter ANTONIO and SEBASTIAN. Ant. Will you stay no longer ? nor will you not that I go with you?
Seb. By your patience, no. My stars shine darkly over me ; the malignancy of my fate might, perhaps, distemper yours ; therefore, I shall crave of you your leave that I may
my evils alone. It were a bad recompense for your love to lay any of them on you.
Ant. Let me yet know of you whither you are bound.
Seb. No, sooth, sir ; my determinate voyage is mere extravagancy. But I perceive in you so excellent a touch of modesty, that you will not extort from me what I am willing to keep in ; therefore it charges me in manners the rather to express myself. You must know of me then, Antonio, my name is Sebastian, which I called Roderigo ; my father was that Sebastian of
Messaline, whom I know you have heard of: he left behind him myself and a sister, both born in an hour. If the heavens had been pleased, would we had so ended! but you, sir, altered that; for, some hour before you took me from the breach of the sea was my sister drowned.
Ant. Alas the day !
Seb. A lady, sir, though it was said she much resembled me, was yet of many accounted beautiful : but, though I could not, with such estimable wonder, overfar believe that, yet thus far I will boldly publish her—she bore a mind that envy could not but call fair: she is drowned already, sir, with salt water, though I seem to drown her remembrance again with more.
Ant. Pardon me, sir, your bad entertainment.
Ant. If you will not murder me for my love, let me be your servant.
Seb. If you will not undo what you have done, that is, kill him whom you have recovered, desire it not. Fare ye well at once : my bosom is full of kindness; and I am yet so near the manners of my mother, that, upon the least occasion more, mine eyes will tell tales of me. I am bound to the Count Orsino's court: farewell.
SCENE II.-A Street.
Enter VIOLA, MALVOLIO following.
Vio. Even now, sir; on a moderate pace I have since arrived but hither.