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King. But wilt thou not speak all thou know'lt :| Though vet he never harm'd me, here I quit him:
Pur. Yes, fo pleate your majesty: I did go be- He knows himieif, my bed he hath Jetii’d; tween them, as I said; but more tha: thit, he And at that time he got his wife with child: loved her,-for, indeed, he was mad for lier, and Dend though the be, the feels her young one ki, talk'd of Sutan, and of limbo, and of furies, and 1 So there's niy riddle, One, that's dead, is quiche known't what: yet I was in that credit with them And now behulu the meaning. at that time, that I knew of their going to bed;
Rronter lidow, wirb Ilelona. and of other motions, as promising her marriage, Kirg. Is there no exorcist 4 and things that would derive me ill will to speak Beguiles the truer office of mine eyes? o, therefore I will not speak what I knott.
Is't real, that I fee? King. Thou hatt spoken all already, unleis thou
Hil. No, my good lord ; C.71t tay they are marry'd: But thou art tou fine' | 'Tis but a thadow of a wite you see, in thy evidence; therefore stand ande.-- This ring, The name, and net the thing. you dv, was yours?
Bir. Bith, butin; oh, pardon ! Di... Ay, my good lord.
Hei. Oh, my god lord, when I was like this maid, King. Where did you buy it? or who gave it I found you wond'rous kind. There is your ring,
And, look you, here's your letter; This it says, Dia. It was not givert me, nor did I buy it.
17 ben froin my fingery I can get ibis ring, King. Who lent it you?
And are ty me with whild, &t.---This is done : Dia. It was not lent me neither.
Will you be mine, now you are doubly won? Krs. Where did you find it then?
Der. If the, my liege, can make me know this Di. I found it not.
clearly, King. I it were yours by none of all these ways, I'll love her dearly, ever, ever dearly. How coud you give it him ?
Hel. If it appear not plain, and prove untrue, Diz. I never give it him.
Deadly divorce 1tep between me and you ! Lif. This woman's an easy glove, my loru; the o, my dear mother, do I see you living? goes off and on at pleasure.
[To ibe Countess. hirs. The ring wil mine, I gave it luis first wife.
Laf. Mine eyes smell onions, I shall weep anon. Dia. It might be your“, orders, fur aught I know. -Good fom Drum, lend me a handkerchief; [10
kino. Take her away, I do not like her ww; Parties.] Su, I thank thee; wait on me home, To priion with her : and away with him. I'll make ipurt with thee : Let thy courtesies alone, Unleis thou tell'it me where thou hadit this rms, they are scurvy ones. Thou dicil within this hour.
Kny. Let us froin puine to point this story know, Din. I'll never tell yod.
To make the even truth in pleasure flow :-
If ihou be'it yet a fresh uncropped Power,
[To Diana. Kins. It ik thee now some common cuitumer 2. Chuse thou thy husband, and I'll pay thy dower ; Dir. By Jove, it'e er I knew man, 'was you. For I can guess, that, by thy honest aid, X. Wherefore halt thou accus'd him all this Thou kepi'lt a wife hertelf, thyself a maid.while
Oi thit, and all the progres, more and less,
All yet teens well; anid, if it end fo meet,
The bitter pait, more welcome is the su eet.
The king's a hozir, now she play is dine:
Time you express went; which we will piry,
[Exit l'idow. if ith finife to plaje you, day exceeding day: The jeweiler, that owes 3 the ring, is lent for,
0.615 de you porience then, and yours our parts ; And he shall turety me. But for this lord, (To Bert. You guitle bands lund us, and iuke uur bea: ts. Who hath abus'd me, as he knows himself,
2 i. e. a common woman.
I Teofire, bere meins full of fineífe ; too artful. * This word is ufcd not very proprily for endenter.
3 i. e. owns
PERSONS REPRESENTE D. ORSTXn, Dicke of Illyria.
|Fabiax, servant to Olivia. SEBASTIAN, a young ginti,man, brother in Viola. Malvol10, a furiaftical steward to Olivia. ANTONIO, a f-cuptain, friend to Sebastian. Clown, servant to Olivia. VALENTINE, Cudio, } Gentlemen attending on the Duke.
OLIVIA, a lady of great beauty and fortune, belov'd Sir TOBY BELCH, uncle to Olivia.
by the Duke. Sir ANDREW AGUE-CHEEK, a foolish knight, pre- Viola, in love with the Duke. tending !0 Olivia.
MARIA, OLIVIA's woman.
Priest, Sailors, Officers, and other Attendants.
S CE NE 1.
That instant was I turn'd into a hart;
And my defires, like fell and cruel hounds,
E'er since purtue me. How now? what news Fnter :be Düke, Curio, and Lords.
from her? Duke. F musick be the food of love, play on,
Val. So please my lord, I might not be admitted, The appetite may ficken, and so die.-
But from her hand-maid do return this aniwer ; That strain again ;-it had a dving fall :
The element ittelf, till seven years hence, 0, it came o'er my ear like the sweet south,
Shall not behold her face at ample view;
But, like a cloistress, she will vejled walk, 'Tis not so sweet now, as it was before.
With eye-offending brino: all this, to season O fpirit of love, how quick and freth art thou ! Thai, notwithstanding thy capacity
A brother's dead love, which the would keep fresh,
And lasting, in her fad remembrance. Receiveth as the sea, nought enters there,
Duke. O, the, that hath a heart of that fine frame, Of what rabidity' and pitch foever,
To Bat falis into abatement and low price,
this debt of love but to a brother,
pay Even in a minute! so full of shapes is fancy”,
How will the love, when the rich golden shaft
Hath kill'd the Aock of all affections elle That it alone is high-fantastical 3.
That live in her ! when liver, brain, and heart, Cur. Will you go hunt, my lord ? Duke. What, Curio ?
These sovereign thrones, are all supply'd, and fill'd, CHY. The hart.
(Her sweet perfections) with one felf-fame king.com Duke. Why, so I do, the noblest that I have : Away before me to sweet beds of flowers; O, wiien my eyes did see Olivia firit,
Love-thoughts lie rich, when canopy'd with bow 75.
[Ex, Mettwight she purg'd the air of peftilence :
i That is, value.
2 i. e. love. 3 i. e. fantastical to the height.
II pray thee, and I'll pay thee bounteously,
Conceal me what I am; and be my aid
For such disguise as, haply, shall become
The form of my intent. I'll serve this duke;
Thou Thalt present me as an eunuch to him, Cap. This is Illyria, lady.
It may be worth thy pains; for I can sing, Vio. And what should I do in Illyria ?
And speak to him in toany sorts of musick, My brother he is in Elvíum.
That will allow 2 me very worth his service. Perchance, he is not drown'd:- What think you, What else may hap, to time I will commit: failors?
Only shape thou thy silence to my wit. Car. It is per chance that you yourfelf were fav’d. Cop. Be you his eunuch, and your mute I'll he: Vio. O my poor brother! and lo, perchance, may When my tongue blabs, then let mine eyes not see! hc bc.
Pio. I thank thee: Lead me on. [Exeuni, Cap. True, madam : and, to comfort you with chance,
S CE N E III. Assure yourself, after our thip did split,
Enter Sir Toby, and Maria.
Sir To. What a plague means my niece, to take (Courage and hope both teaching him the practice) the derth of her brotier thus? I am sure, Care's To a strong mast, that liv'd upon the sea ;
an enemy to life. Where, like Arion on the dolphin's back,
Var. By my troch, Sir Toby, you must come in I saw him hold acquaintance with the waves,
earlier o’nights; your cousin, my lody, takes great So long as I could see.
exceptions to your ill hours. Vio. For saying so, there's gold:
Sir To. Why, let her except, before excepted. Mine own escape unfoldeth to my hope,
Mar. Ay, but you must confine yourself within Whereto thy speech serves for authority, the modeft limits of order. The like of him. Know'st thou this country?
Sir To. Contine? I'll confine myself no finer than Cap. Ay, madam, well; for I was bred and born I am: these clothes are good encugh to drink in, Not three hours travel from this very place.
and fo be these boots too, an they be not, let them Vio. Who governs here?
hang themíelves in their own Atraps. Cap. A noble duke in nature, as in name. Mar. That quafting and drinking will undo you ; Vio. What is his name?
I heard my lady talk of it yesterday; and of a Cap. Orsino.
foolih knight, that you brought in one night here Vis. Orsino! I have heard my father name him: to be her woner. He was a batchelor ther.
Sir To. Who? Sir Andrew Ague-cheek?
Sir To. He's as tall 3 a man as any's in Illyria. And then 'twas fresh in murmur, (as, you know,
Muri What's that to the purpose? What great ones do, the lets will prattle of)
Sir To. Why, he has three thousand ducats a year, That he did seek the love of fair Olivia.
Mar. As, but he'll has e but a year in all these l'is. What's Me?
ducats; he's a very fool, and a froligcil. Cap. A virtuous maid, the daughter of a count Sir To. Fie, that you'll say 10! he plays o'th' That dy'd sometwelve-month fince; then leaving her viol-de-gambo, and speaks three or four languages In the proteclion of his son, her brother,
word for word without book, and hath all the good Who crtly allo dyd: for whose dear love, gifts of nature. They say, she hath ahjur'd the fgit
Mar. He hath, indeed,--almost natural: for, And company of men.
heides that he's a fool, he's a great queireller; and, t'io. O, that I iervd that lady;
but that he hath the gift of a consid to allay the And might not be deliver'd' to the world, gutt he hath in quarreliing, 'tis thought among the 'Till I had made mine ow'n occasion mellow, prudent, hc would quickly have the gitt of a What my estate is!
grave. 'Cap. That were hard to compass;
Sir To. By this hand, they are scoundrels, and Because she will almit no kind of fuit,
fubtractors, that lay so of him. Who are ther? No, not the duke's.
Mar.They that add, moreover, he's drunk nightly l'io. There is a fair behaviour in thee, captain; your company. And though that rature with a bcauteous wall Sir T. Wish drinking heakhs to my niece; I'll Doch oft cose in allution, yet of thee
drink to her, as long as there's a pallage in my I will believe, thou hast a mind that suits
throat, and drink in lliyria. He's a coward, and a With this thy fair and outward character. Cyftril 4, that will not drink to my niece, till his
! That is, vade fallic to the world,
4 Mr. 2 j. e. afproie. 3 Tall means prid. (catageous. Steevens explair's contril to mean a coward cock, of a bartard hawk; while Mir. Toilet fays, it im plies a palery groo01, onc only fit to carry arnı, but rotto use then,
brains turn o' the toe like a parish-top'. What, man has : but I am a great eater of beef, and, I
Sir To. No quettion.
Sir And. An I thought that, I'd forswear it. I'll
Sir To. Pourqroy, my dear knight? Sir To. Sweet fir Andrew !
Sir And. What is pourquoy ? do, or not do ? I Sir And. Bless you, fair threw.
would I had bestowed that time in the tongues, Mar. And you too, fir.
that I have in fencing, dancing, and bear-baiting : Sir To. Accoft, fir Andrew, accost.
O, had I but follow'd the arts ! Sir And. What's that?
Sir To. Then hadít thou had an excellent head Sir To. My niece's chamber-maid.
of hair. Sir And. Good mistress Accoít, I desire better Sir And. Why, would that have mended my hair? acquaintance.
Sir To. Past question ; for thou seest, it will not Mar. My name is Mary, sir.
curl by nature. Sir Ard. Good Mrs. Mary Accoft.
Sir And. But it becomes me well enough, does't Sir To. You mistake, knighe : accost, is, front not? her, board her, woo her, alfail her.
Sir To. Excellent! it hangs like fax on a diftaff ; Sir And. By my truth, I would not undertake and I hope to see a housewife take thee between her in this company. Is that the meaning of accost? her legs, and spin it off. Mar. Fare you well, gentlemen.
Sir And. 'Faith, I'll home to-morrow, Sir ToSir To. An thou let part so, fir Andrew, would by : your niece will not be seen ; or, if the be, thou might'st never draw sword again.
it's four to one she'll none of me; the count himSir And. An you part so, mistress, I would I felf, here hard by, wooes her. might never draw sword again ! Fair lady, do you Sir To. She'll none o‘the count; Me'll not match think you have fools in liand?
above her degree, neither in estate, years, nor wit; Mar. Sir, I have not you by the hand.
I have heard her swear it. Tut, there's life in't, man. Sir And. Marry, but you thall have; and here's Sir And. I'll stay a month longer. I am a fels
low o’the strangest mind i'the world ; I delight Mar. Now, fir, thought is free: I pray you, in masques and revels sometimes altogether. bring your hand to the buttery-bar, and let it drink. Sir To. Art thou good at these kick-shaws,
Sir Ard. Wherefore, swee:-heart? what's your kniglit ? metaphor?
Sir And. As any man in Illyria, whatsoever he be, Mar. It's dry, fir 3.
under the degree of my botters; and yet I will Sir And. Why, I think so; I am not such an not compare with an old man. ass, but I can keep my hand dry. But what's your Sir To. What, is thy excellence in a galard, jeft?
knight? Mar. A dry jeft, fir.
Sir sind. 'Faith, I can cut a caper. Sir And. Are you full of them ?,
Sir To. And I can cut the mutton to't. Mar. Ay, fir; I have them at my fingers' ends : Sir sind. And, I think, I have the back-trick, marry, now I let go your hand, I am barren. fimply as itrong as any man iz lllyria.
[Exi: Maria. Sir To. Wherefore are these things hil? whereSir To. O knight, thou lack'st a cup of canary ; fore have these gifts a curiain beiore then ? Are When did I see thce so put down?
they like to take dur, like mittrcís Mall's picSir And. Never in your life, I think ; unless ture + : why doft thou not go to church in a gola you see canary put me down : Methink , sometimes liard, and come home in a conanto? My very walk I have no more wie than a christian, or an ordinary should be a jis ; I would not so much as make
1 It was anciently the custom to keep a large top in every village, to be whipped in frosty weather, as well to warm the peasants by exercise, as to keep them out of inischist, while they could not work. 2 Dr. Warburion thinks, we should read volto ; ihe incaning will then be in english, Put on your Caftiliun countenance; that is, your grase folemn looks. Mr. Malone observes, that Cajtilian' seems to have been a cant term for å finical affected courtier. 3 That is, not a lover's hand ; a moist hand being vulgarly deemed a ngn of an amorous conftitution, 4 Shakspeare is here suppoled to allude to one Mary Frith, more generally known by the anpellation of Mall Cut-puile; and of whom Mr. Grainger gives the following account in his Biogradlical History of England. " She was commonly supposed to have been an hermaphrodite, and practiled, or was initrumental to almost every crime and wild frolic which is notorious in the most abandoned and eccentric of both icxe's. She was infamous as a prostitute and a procuicis, a fortune-teller, a pickpocket, a thicf, and a receiver of foleu goods. Her mott fignal exploit was robbing General Fairfax upon Hounslow Heath, for which she was sent to Newgale, but was, by the proper application ci a large sum of money, fvon set at liberty. She died of the droply, in the 75th year of her age, but would probably have died sooner, if the had not smoked tobacco, in the frequent use of which she had long indulged beufelf.”