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Priest. A contract and eternal bond of love,
Confirm’d by mutual joindure of your hands,
Attested by the holy close of lips,
Strengthen'd by enterchangement of your rings;
And all the ceremony of this compact
Sealid 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 diffembling cub! what wilt thou be,
When time hath sow'd a grizzle on thy 'case ?
Or will not else thy craft so quickly grow,
That thine own trip shall be thine overthrow ?
Farewel, and take her ; but direct thy feet,
Where thou and I henceforth may never meet.

Vie. My lord, I do protest, —

Oli. O, do not swear ;
Hold little faith, though thou hast too much fear.

Enter Sir Andrew, with bis head broke. Sir And. For the love of God, a surgeon; and send onę presently to sir Toby.

Oli. What's the matter?

Sir And. H'as broke my head across, and given fir 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, fir Andrew ?

Sir And. The count's gentleman, one Cesario : we took him for a coward, but he's the very devil incardinate.

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: .. . case?)---skin.


You drew 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, drunk, led by the Clown. Here comes fir 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, and there's an end on't. --Sot, didst see Dick surgeon, sot?

Clo. O he's drunk, fir Toby, above an hour agone ; his eyes were set at eight i'the morning. Sir To. Then he's a rogue:-" and after a pasfy-measure

or a pavin, I hate a drunken rogue.

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

Sir And. I'll help you; fir Toby, because we'll be drest together.

Sir To. Will you help an ass-head, and a coxcomb, and a knave; a thin-fac'd knave, a gull ?

[Exeunt Clown, Sir Toby, and Sir Andrew, Oli. Get him to bed, and let his hurt be look'd to.

Enter Sebastian. Seb. I am sorry, madam, I have hurt your kinsman; 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;

m and after a pally-measure or a pavin, ]-and next to such serious dances, as a pala-mezzo, and a pavan, I hate, &c.


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?
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 charity, what kin are you to me? [To Viola.
What countryman? what name? what parentage ?

Vio. Of Meffaline : Sebastian was my father ;
Such a Sebastian was my brother too,
So went he suited to his wat’ry tomb:
If spirits can assume both form and suit,
You come to fright us.

Seb. A spirit I am, indeed;
But amoin that dimension grosy clad,
Which from the womb I did participate.
Were you a woman, as the rest goes even,
I should my tears let fall upon your cheek,
And say—Thrice welcome, drowned Viola !

Vio. My father had a mole upon his brow.

* A natural perspective, that is, and is not !]-a reflection, an appearance reflected from Viola's person, which seems, and yet is not a substance,

in that dimension grosy clad,]-invested with those gross materials.

Seb. Seb. And so had mine.

Vio. And dy'd 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 fifter thirteen years.

Vio. If nothing lets to make us happy both,
But this my masculine usurp'd atcire,
Do not embrace me, till each circumstance,
Of place, time, fortune, do cohere, 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 ' preferr'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 biass drew in 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 seems true,
I shall have share in this most happy wreck :
Boy, thou hast said to me a thousand times, [To Viola.
Thou never should'st love woman like to me.

Vio. And all those sayings, will I over-swear ;
And all those swearings keep as true in soul,
As doth that orbed continent the
That severs day from night.

Duke. Give me thy hand;
And let me see thee in thy woman's weeds.

Vio. The captain, that did bring me first on shore,

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Hath my maid's garments : he, upon some action,
Is now in durance ; at Malvolio's suit,
A gentleman, and follower of my lady's.

Oli. He shall enlarge him: Fetch Malvolio, hither,
And yet, alas, now I remember me,
They say, poor gentleman, he's much distract.

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Re-enter Clown, with a Letter. 9 A most extracting frenzy of mine own From my remembrance clearly banilh'd his. How does he, sirrah ?

Clo. Truly, madam, he holds Belzebub at the stave's end, as well as a man in his case may do: h’as here writ a letter to you, I should have given't you to day morning; but as a madman's epistles are no gospels, so ! it skills not much, when they are deliver'd.

Oli. Open't, and read it.

Clo. Look then to be well edify'd, when the fool delivers the madman.-By the Lord, madam,

Oli. How now, art thou mad!

Clo. No, madam, I do but read madness: an your ladyship will have it as it ought to be, you must allow vox.

Oli. Pr’ythee, read i'thy right wits.

Clo. So I do, madonna ; but to read ' his right wits, is to read thus: therefore perpend, my princess, and give ear. Oli. Read it you, firrah.

[To Fabian. Fub. [Reads.] By the Lord, madam, you wrong me, and the world fall know it: though you bave put me into darkness, and given your drunken cousin rule over me, yet have I the benefit of my senses, as well as your ladyship. I have your

9 A mest extracting frenzy]—which drew every object, but one, out of my memory. ' it skills not much,]-is of no great consequence.

you must allow vox.]-me to exert the whole compass of my voice; to assume a frantick tone. allor oaths.

his wits right.


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