best perfuaded of himself, fo cram'd, as he thinks, with excellencies, that it is his ground of faith, that all, that look on him, love him; and on that vice in him will my revenge find notable caufe to work. Sir To. What wilt thou do? о Mar. I will drop in his way some obfcure epiftles of love; wherein by the colour of his beard, the shape of his leg, the manner of his gait, the expreffure of his eye, forehead, and complexion, he shall find himself moft feelingly perfonated I can write very like my lady, your niece; on a forgotten matter we can hardly make diftinction of our hands. Sir To. Exellent! I fmell a device. Sir And. I have't in my nofe too. Sir To. He fhall think, by the letters that thou wilt drop, that they come from my niece, and that fhe is in love with him. Mar. My purpofe is, indeed, a horfe of that colour. Sir And. And your horfe now would make him an ass. Mar. Afs I doubt not. Sir And. O, 'twill be admirable. Mar. Sport royal, I warrant you: I know, my phyfick will work with him. I will plant you two, and let the fool make a third, where he shall find the letter; observe his construction of it. For this night, to bed, and dream on the event, Farewel. [Exit. P Sir To. Good Night, Penthefilea. Sir And. Before me, fhe's a good wench. Sir To. She's a beagle, true-bred, and one that adores me; What o'that? Sir And. I was adored once too. Sir To. Let's to-bed, knight.-Thou had'st need send for more money. • the expressure]—the representation, description. Pentbefilea.my Amazon. Kk 4 Sir Sir And. If I cannot recover your niece, I am a foul way out. Sir To. Send for money, knight; if thou haft her not i'the end, call me 9 Cut. Sir And. If I do not, never trust me, take it how you will. Sir To. Come, come; I'll go burn fome fack, 'tis too late to go to bed now: come, knight; come knight. [Exeunt. Enter Duke, Viola, Curio, and others. Duke. Give me fome mufic:-Now, good morrow, friends: Now, good Cefario, but that piece of song, Cur. He is not here, so please your lordship that should fing it. Duke. Who was it? Cur. Feste the jefter, my lord; a fool, that the lady Olivia's father took much delight in: he is about the house. Duke. Seek him out, and play the tune the while. [Exit Curio. [Mufick. Come hither, boy; If ever thou fhalt love, In the sweet pangs of it, remember me: 9 Cut.]-Cully. recollected]-repeated, ftudied. Unftaid Unftaid and skittish in all 'motions else, Save, in the conftant image of the creature That is belov'd.-How doft thou like this tune? Where love is thron'd. Duke. Thou doft fpeak masterly: My life upon't, young though thou art, thine eye "Hath stay'd upon fome favour that it loves; Hath it not, boy? Vio. A little by your favour. Duke. What kind of woman is't? Vio. Of your complexion. Duke. She is not worth thee then. What years, i'faith? Vio. About your years, my lord. Duke. Too old, by heaven; Let still the woman take An elder than herfelf; fo wears the to him, So sways fhe level in her husband's heart. Vio. I think it well, my Lord. X Duke. Then let thy love be younger than thyself, For women are as rofes; whofe fair flower, • motions elfe, fave, in the conftant image]-emotions, tendencies of the mind, except that of conftantly prefenting the image. It gives a very echo to the feat where love is thron'd.]—It is in per fect unison with the heart-ftrings of a lover. "Hath ftay'd upon fome favour that it loves ;]-Hath been fix'd in rapture on fome beauteous face, of which it is ftill enamoured. W your favour.]-equivocally. Re-enter Curio, and Clown. Duke. O fellow, come, the fong we had last night :Mark it, Cefario; it is old, and plain : The spinsters and the knitters in the fun, And the free maids that weave their thread with bones, Do use to chaunt it; it is filly footh, And dallies with the innocence of love, Like the old age. Clo. Are you ready, fir? Duke. Ay; pr'ythee, fing. SON G. Come away, come away, death, a And in fad cypress let me be laid; Fly away, fly away, breath; I am flain by a fair cruel maid. My browd of white, ftuck all with yew, My part of death no one fo true Did fhare it. Not a flower, not a flower fweet, Not a friend, not a friend greet [Mufick. My poor corpfe, where my bones fhall be thrown: Lay me, O! where Sad true-lover ne'er find my grave, To weep there. free-blithe-fair and free were common epithets of the fex. filly footh, and dallies with the innocence of love, like the old age.]— fimple truth, and sports with the subject of innocent love, like the fongs in days of yore, the golden age. Jad cyprejs]-a fhroud made of that stuff. Duke. Duke. There's for thy pains. Clo. No pains, fir; I take pleasure in finging, fir. Clo. Truly, fir, and pleasure will be paid, one time or other. Duke. Give me now leave to leave thee. b tay Clo. Now, the melancholy god protect thee; and the lor make thy doublet of changeable taffata, for thy mind is a very opal!-I would have men of fuch conftancy put to fea, that their business might be every thing, and their intent every where; for that's it, that always makes a good voyage of nothing.-Farewel. Duke. Let all the reft give place. Once more, Cefario, Get thee to yon fame fovereign cruelty: Tell her, my love, more noble than the world, The parts that fortune hath bestow'd upon her, C But 'tis that miracle, and queen of gems, Vio. 'Sooth, but you muft. Say, that fome lady, as, perhaps, there is, As you have for Olivia: you cannot love her; You tell her fo; Muft fhe not then be anfwer'd? Duke. There is no woman's fides, Can bide the beating of fo ftrong a paffion, As love doth give my heart: no woman's heart [Exit. b opal!]-fickle, wavering, from the ftone fo called, which reflects all colours. с giddily-carelessly. that miracle, and queen of gems, that nature pranks her in,]—that exquifite beauty, with which nature hath adorned her. So |