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pathize with his gravity, his smiles, his cross garters, his yellow stockings, and imprisonment in the stocks. But there is something that excites in us a stronger feeling than all this—it is Viola's confession of her love.
“ Duke. What's her history?
Viola. A blank, my lord, she never told her love :
Duke. But died thy sister of her love, my boy ?
Viola. I am all the daughters of my father's house,
Shakspeare alone could describe the effect of his own poetry.
" Oh, it came o'er the ear like the sweet south
What we so much admire here, is not the image of Patience on a monument, which has been generally quoted, but the lines before and after it. “ They give a very echo to the seat where love is throned.” How long ago is it since we first learnt to repeat them; and still, still they vibrate on the heart, like the sounds which the passing wind draws from the trembling strings of a harp left on some desert shore ! There are other passages of not less impassioned sweetness. Such is Olivia's address to Sebastian,
whom she supposes to bave already deceived her in a promise of marriage.
“ Blame not this baste of mine: if you mean well,
We have already said something of Shakspeare's songs. One of the most beautiful of them occurs in this play, with a preface of his own to it.
“Duke. O fellow, come ; the song we had last night.
Come away, come away, death,
Fly away, fly away, breath ;
O prepare it,
Did share it.
Not a flower, not a flower sweet,
Not a friend, not a friend greet
Lay me, O! where
Too weep there."
Who after this will say that Shakspeare's genius was only fitted for comedy? Yet after reading other parts of this play, and particularly the garden scene where Malvolio picks up the letter, if we were to say that his genius for comedy was less than his genius for tragedy, it would perhaps only prove that our own taste in such matters is more saturnine than mercurial.
" Enter MARIA.
Sir Toby. Here comes the little villain :--How now, my nettle of India
Maria. Get ye all three into the box-tree : Malvolio's coming down this walk : he has been yonder i’ the sun, practising behaviour to his own shadow this half hour : observe bim, for the love of mockery; for I know this letter will make a contemplative idiot of him. Close, in the name of jesting! Lie thou there; for here come's the trout that must be caught with tickling.
[They hide themselves. Maria throws down a letter, and Exit.
Malvolio. 'Tis but fortune ; all is fortune. Maria once told me, she did affect me; and I have heard herself come thus pear, that, should she fancy, it should be one of my complexion. Besides, she uses me with a more exalted respect than any one else that follows ber. What should I think on't?
Sir Toby. Here's an over-weening rogue !
how he jets under his advanced plumes !
Malvolio. There is example for t; the lady of the Strachy married the yeoman of the wardrobe.
Sir Andrew. Fie on hiin, Jezebel !
Fabian. O, peace ! now he's deeply in ; look, how imagination blows him.
Malvolio. Having been three months married to her, sitting in my chair of state,
Sir Toby. O for a stone bow, to hit him in the eye!
Malvolio. Calling my officers about me, in my branch'd velvet gown; having come from a day-bed, where I have left Olivia sleeping.
Sir Toby. Fire and brimstone !
Malvolio. And then to have the humour of state: and after a demure travel of regard,—-telling them, I know my place, as I would they should do theirs,--to ask for my kinsman Toby.
Sir Toby. Bolts and shackles!
Malvolio. Seven of my people, with an obedient start, make out for him: I frown the while; and, perchance, wind up my watch, or play with some rich jewel. Toby approaches; curtsies there to me:
Sir Toby. Shall this fellow live?
Fabian. Though our silence Le drawn from us with cares, yet peace.
Malvolio. 1 extend my hand to him thus, quenching iny familiar smile with an austere regard of control :
Sir Toby. And does not Toby take you a blow o'the lips then?
Malvolio. Saying-Cousin Toby, my fortunes having cast me on your niece, give me this prerogative of speech ;-
Sir Toby. What, what?
Malvolio. Besides, you waste the treasure of your time with a foolish knight
Sir Andren. That's me, I warrant you.
[Taking up the letter."
The letter and his comments on it are equally good. If poor Malvolio's treatment afterwards iş