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SCENE I.

THE SEA-COAST.

T'io. If I did love you in my master's flame, Oli. What is your parentage?
With such a suffering, such a deadly life, Above my fortunes, yet my state is well :
In your denial I would find no sense,

I am a gentleman.- I'll be sworn thou art :
I would not understand it.

Thy tongue, thy face, thy limbs, actions, and spirit, Oli. Why, what would you?

Do give thee five-fold blazon :- -Not too fast: Vio. Make me a willow cabin at your gate,

soft! soft ! And call upon my soul within the house ;

Unless the master were the man.-How now? Write royal cantons of contemned love,

Even so quickly may one catch the plague? And sing them loud even in the dead of night, Methinks, I feel this youth's perfections, Holla your name to the reverberate hills,

With an invisible and subtle stealth,
And make the babbling gossip of the air

To creep in at my eyes. Well, let it be.
Cry, out, Olivia ! O, you should not rest What, ho, Malvolio !--
Between the elements of air and earth,

Re-enter Malvolio.
But you should pity me.

[tage ?

Mal. Here, madam, at your service. Oli

. You might do much: what is your paren-Oli. Run after that same peevish messenger, Vio. Above my fortunes, yet my state is well: The county's man: he left this ring behind him, I am a gentleman.

Would I, or not; tell him, I'll none of it. Oli. Get you to your lord ;

Desire him not to flatter with his lord, I cannot love him ; let him send no more; Nor hold him up with hopes; I am not for him : Unless, perchance, you come to me again, If that the youth will come this way to-morrow, To tell me how he takes it. Fare you well : I'll give him reasons for't. Hie thee, Malvolio. I thank you for your pains : spend this for me. Mal. Madam, I will.

(cxit. Vio. I am no fee'd post, lady: keep your purse; Oli. I do I know not what; and fear to find My master, not myself, lacks recompense.

Mine eye too great a flatterer for my mind. Love make his heart of Aint, that you shall love; Fate, shew thy force : ourselves we do not owe; And let your fervour, like his master's, be What is decreed, must be ; and be this so ! Plac'd in contempt! Farewell, fair cruelty. [exit.

(erit. ACT II. Towel

Ant. If you will not murder me for my love, . Enter Antonio and Sebastian.

let me be your servant. Ant. Will you stay no longer? nor will you Sel. If you will not undo what you have done, not, that I go with you? 9 Bodi yeni

that is, kill him whom you have recovered, desire Seb. By your patience, no: my stars shinc it not. Fare ye well at once: my bosom is full darkly over me; the malignancy of my fate might, of kindness; and I am yet so near the manners perhaps, distemper yours; therefore, I shall crave of my mother, that upon the least occasion more, of you your leave, that I may bear my evils alone: minr eyes will tell tales of me. I am bound to it were a bad recompense for your love, to lay any the count Orsino's court: farewell. [erit. of them on you.

Ant. The gentleness of all the gods go with thee! Ant. Let me yet know of you, whither you I have many enemies in Orsino's court, are bound.

Else would I very shortly see thee there: Seb. No, 'sooth, sir; my determinate voyage is But, come what may,

I do adore thee mere extravagancy. But I perceive in you so That danger shall seem sport, and I will go. [exit. excellent a touch of modesty, that you will not extort from me what I am willing to keep in: Enter Viola ; Malvolio following, therefore it charges me in manners the rather to Mal. Were not you even now with the countess express myself.

You must know of me, then, Olivia ? Antonio, my name is Sebastian, which I called Vio. Even now, sir; on a moderate pace I Roderigo; my father was that Sebastian of Messa- have since arrived but hither. line, whom, I know, you have heard of: he left Mal. She returns this ring to you, sir ; you behind him, myself, and a sister, both born in an might have saved me my pains, to have taken it hour. If the heavens had been pleased, 'would away yourself. She adds moreover, that you we had so ended ! but you, sir, altered that ; for, should put your lord into a desperate assurance some hour before you took me from the breach of she will none of him : and one thing more; that the sea, was my sister drowned.

you be never so hardy to come again in his affairs, Ant. Akıs, the day!

unless it be to report your lord's taking of this. Seb. A lady, sir, though it was said she much Receive it so, resembled me, was yet of many accounted beauti- Vio. She took the ring of me; I'll none of it. ful: but, though I could not, with such estimable Mal. Come, sir, you peevishly threw it to her; wonder, over-far believe that, yet thus far I will, and her will is, it should be so returned: if it be boldly publish her, she bore a mind that envy wortli stooping for, there it lies in your eye; if could not but call fair; she is drowned already, i not, be it his that finds it.

(erit. sir, with salt water, though I seem to drown her Vio. I left no ring with her: what means this remembrance again with more.

lady? Ant. Pardon me, sir, your bad entertainment. Fortune forbid, my outside have not charm'd her! Seb. O, good Antonio, forgive me your trouble. She made good view of me; indeed, so much,

SO,

SCENE II. A STREET.

SCENE III.

Clo. O, mistress mine, where are you roaming? That, sure, methought, her eyes had lost her

o, stay and hear; your true love's coming, tongue,

That can sing both high and low : For she did speak in starts distractedly.

Trip no further, pretty sweeting;

Journcys end in lovers' meeting; She loves me sure; the cunning of her passion

Every wise man's son doth know,
Invites me in this churlish messenger.

Sir And. Excellent good, i'faith!
None of my lord's ring! why, he sent her nonc. Sir To. Good, good.
I am the man;--if it be so, (as 'tis,)

Clo. What is love? 'tis not hereafter ;

Present mirth hath present laughter; Poor lady, she were better love a dream.

What's to come is still unsure : Disguise, I see, thou art a wickedness,

In delay there lies no plenty ; Wherein the pregnant enemy does much.

Then come kiss me, sweet-and-twenty,

Youth's a stuff will not endure. How easy is it for the proper-false In women's waxen hearts to set their forms! Sir And. A mellifluous voice, as I am true Alas! our frailty is the cause, not we;

Sir To. A contagious breath. [knight For, such as we are made of, such we be.

Sir And. Very sweet and contagious, i'faith. How will this fadge? My master loves her dearly; Sir To. To hear by the nose, it is dulcet in And I, poor monster, fond as much on bim; contagion. But shall we make the welkin dance And she, mistaken, seems to dote on me:

indeed? Shall we rouse the night-owl in a catch, What will become of this? As I am man,

that will draw three souls out of one weaver ? My state is desperate for my master's love; shall we do that?

(at a catco. As I am woman, now alas the day!

Sir And. An you love me, let's do't: I am a dog What thriftless sighs shall poor Olivia breathe? Clo. By'r lady, sir, and some dogs will catch O time, thou must untangle this, not I;

well.

[linave. It is too hard a knot for me to untie. [exit. Sir And. Most certain : let our catch be, Thou A ROOM IN OLIVIA'S HOUSE.

Clo. Hold thy peace, thou knave, knight? I shall Enter Sir Toby Belch and Sir Andrew Ague-cheek. be constrain'd in't to call thee knave, knight.

Sir To. Approach, Sir Andrew: not to be Sir And. 'Tis not the first time I have cona-bed after midnight, is to be up betimes; and strained one to call me knave. Begin, fool; it diluculo surgere, thou know'st.—

begins, Hold thy peace. Sir And. Nay, by my troth, I know not: but Clo. I shall never begin, if I hold my peace. I know, to be up late, is to be up late.

Sir And. Good, i'faith! Come, begin.[sing a catch. Sir To. Å false conclusion; I hate it as an

Enter Maria. unfilled can: to be up after midnight, and to go Mar. What a catterwauling do you keep here! to bed then, is early; so that, to go to bed after If my lady have not called up her steward, Malmidnight, is to go to bed betimes. Do not our volio, and bid him turn you out of doors, never lives consist of the four elements ?

trust me. Sir And. 'Faith, so they say ; but, I think, it Sir To. My lady's a Cataian, we are politicians; rather consists of eating and drinking.

Malvolio's & Peg-a-Ramsey, and Three merry men Sir To. Thou art a scholar; let us therefore be we. Am not I consanguineous ? am I not of eat and drink.-Marian, I say ;-a stoop of her blood ? Tilly-valley, lady! There dwelt a man wine!

in Babylon, lady, lady!

[singing. Enter Clown.

Clo. Beshrew me, the knight's in admirable Sir And. Here comes the fool, i'faith.

fooling Clo. How now, my hearts? Did you never see Sir And. Ay, he does well enough, if he be dis the picture of we thrce ?

posed, and so do I too; he does it with a better Sir To. Welcome, ass. Now, let's have a catch. grace, but I do it more natural.

Sir And. By my troth, the fool has an excel- Sir To. O, the twelfthdayof December,—[singing. lent breast. I had rather than forty shillings I

Mar. For the love of God, peace. had such a leg; and so sweet a breath to sing, as

Enter Malvolio. the fool has. In sooth, thou wast in very gracious Mal. My masters, are you mad ? or what are fooling last night, when thou spokest of Pigro-you? Have you no wit, manners, nor bonesty, gromitus, of the Vapians passing the equinoctial but to gabble like tinkers at this time of night? of Queubus; 'twas very good, i'faith. I sent | Do ye make an alehouse of my lady's house, that thee sixpence for thy leman: had'st it?

ye squeak out your coziers' catches without any Clo. I did impeticos thy gratility; for Mal- mitigation or remorse of voice? Is there no respect volio's nose is no whipstock: my lady has a wbite of place, persons, nor time, in you? hand, and the myrmidons are no bottle-ale houses. Sir To. We did keep time, sir, in our catches.

Sir And. Excellent! Why, this is the best Sneck up! tooling, when all is done. Now, a song.

Mal. Sir Toby, I must be round with you. Sir To. Come on; there is sixpence for you: My lady bade me tell you, that, though she bar. let's have a song.

bours you as her kinsman, she's nothing allied to Sir And. There's a testril of me tov: if one your disorders. If you can separate yourself and knight give a

your misdemeanors, you are welcome to the house; Clo. Would you have a love-song, or a song of if not, an it would please you to take leave of her good life?

she is very willing to bid you farewell. Sir To. A love-song, a love-song.

Sir To. Farewell, dear heart, since I must nccd's Sis Ard. 'Ay, ay; I care not for good life. Mal. Noy, good Sir Toby.

[le gone. Clo. Ilis eyes do show his c'ays arc almost done. Mar. My purpose is. Indeed, a horse of that Mal. Ist even so?

colour. Sir 1o. But I will never die.

Sir And. And your horse now would make him Clo. Sir Toby, there you lie.

Mar., Ass, I doubt not.

(an ans Val. This is much credit to you.

Sir And. O, 'twill be admirable. Sir 7o. Shall I bid him go ? [singing. Mar. Sport royal, I warrant you : I know my Clo. What an if you do?

physic will work with him.

I will plant you Sir To. Shall I bid him go, and-spare not ? two, and let the fool make a third, where he shall Clo. O no, no, no, no, you dure not.

find the letter ; observe his construction of it. For Sir To. Out o'time? sir, ye lie. — Art any more this night, to bed, and dream on the event. Faro than a steward ? Dust thou think, because thou well.

[exit. art virtuous, there shall be no more cakes and ale. Sir To. Good night, Penthesilea.

Clo. Yes, by Saint Anne; and ginger shall be Sir And. Before me, she's a good wench. hot i'the mouth too.

Sir To. She's a beagle, true-bred, and one that Sir To. Thou’rt i'the right-Go, sir, rub your adores me; what o'that ? chain with crums :-a stoop of wine, Maria ! Sir. And. I was adored once tuo.

Mal. Mistress Mary, if you prized my lady's Sir To. Let's to-bed, knight.- Thou hadst favour at any thing more than contempt, you need scod for more money. [a foul way out would not gire means for this uncivil rule; she Sir And. If I cannot recover your niece, I am shall know of it, by this hand.

[crit. Sir To. Send for money, knight ; if thou hast Mar. Go shake your ears.

her not i'the end, call me Cut. Sir And. 'Twvere as good a deed to drink when Sir And. If I do not, never trust mne, take ir a man's a hungry, to challenge him to the field; how you will. and then to break promise with him, and make a Sir To. Come, come; I'll go burn some sack, fool of him.

'tis too late to go to bed now: come, knight ; Sir To. Do't knight; I'll write thee a challenge; come knight.

[erit. or I'll deliver thy indignation to bim by word of SCENE IV. A ROOM IN THE DUKE'S PALACE. mouth,

Enter Duke, Viola, Curio, and others. Mar. Sweet Sir Toby, be patient for to-night ; Duke. Give me some music : Now, good-morsince the youth of the count's was to-day with my

row, friends : sady, she is much out of quiet. For monsieur Now, good Cesario, but that piece of song, Malvolio, let me alone with him: if I do not gull That old and antique song we hear:' last night ; him into a pay-word, and make him a common | Methought it did relieve my passion much: recreation, do not think I have wit enough to lie More than light airs and recollected terms straight in my bed : I know, I can do it. Of these most brisk and giddy-paced times :

Sir To. Possess us, possess us ; tell us some- Come, but one verse. thing of bim.

[ritan. Cur. He not here, so please your lordship, Mar. Marry, sir, sometimes he is a kind of Pu- that should sing it.

Sir And. O, if I thought that, I'd beat him like Duke. Who was it? a dog.

Cur. Feste, the jester, my lord ; a fool, that thoSir To. What, for being a Puritan? thy ex- lady Olivia's father took much delight in: he is quisite reason, dear knight?

about the house. Sir And. I have no exquisite reason for't, but Duhe. Scek him out, and play the tune the I have reason good enough.

while.

[exit Curio; nusic. Mar. The devil a Puritan that he is, or any Come hither, boy; If ever thou shalt love, thing constantly but a time-pleaser ; an affection. In the sweet pangs of it, remember me: cd ass, that cons state without buok, and utters it | For, such as I am, all true lovers are ; by great swarths: the best persuaded of himself, Unstaid and skittish in all motions else, s0 crammed, as he thinks, with excellencies, that Save, in the constant image of the creature it is his ground of faith, that all, that look on him, That is belov'd.—How dost thou like this tune ? love him: and on that vice in him will my re- Vio. It gives a very echo to the seat senige find notable causc to work.

Where love is thron'd. Sir To. What wilt thou do?

Duke. Thou dost speak masterly: Mar. I will drop in his way some obscure episa My life upon't, young though thou art, thinc eye tles of love ; wherein, by the colour of his beard, Hath stay'd upon some favour that it loves ; the shape of his leg, the manner of his gait, the Hath it not, boy? expressure' of his eye, forehead, and complexion, Vio. A little, by your favour. he shall find himself most feelingly personated :

Duke. What kind of woman is't ? I can write very like my lady, your niece; on a Vio. Of your complexion.

Cycars i'fuith? forgotten matter we can hardly mal:c distinction Duke. She is not worth thce then. What of our hands.

Vio. About your years, my lord.

tuke Sir To. Excellent! I smell a devicc.

Duke. Too old, by heaven ; let still the woman Sir And. And I have't in my nose too. An elder than herself; so wears she to him,

Sir To. He shall think, by the letters that thou So sways she level in her husband's heart. wilt drop, that they come from my mier, and that for, boy, however we do praise ourselves, she is in love with him.

Our fancics are more giddy and unfirn,

Did share it.

More longing, wavering, sooner lost and worn, No motion of the liver, but the palate,
Than women's are.

That suffer surfeit, cloyment, and revolt;
Vio. I think it well, my lord.

But mine is all as hungry as the sea,
Duke. Then let thy love be younger than thy- And can digest as much : make no compare
Or thy affection cannot hold the bent : (self, Between that love a woman can bear me,
For women are as roses; whose fair flower, And that I owe Olivia.
Being once display'd, doth fall that very hour. Vio. Ay, but I know,-
Vio. And so they are: alas, that they are so;

Duke. What dost thou know?
To dic, even when they to perfection grow!

Vio. Too well what love women to men may
Re-cnter Curio and Clown.
In faith, they are as true of heart as we.

[owe:
Duke. O fellow, come, the song we bad last My father had a daughter lov'd a man,
Mark it, Cesario; it is old, and plain : (night : As it might be, perhaps, were I a woman,
The spinsters and the knitters in the sun, I should your lordship.
And the free maids, that weave their thread with Duke. And what's her history?
Do use to chaunt it; it is silly sooth, [bones, Vio. A blank, my lord: she never told her love,
And dallies with the innocence of love,

But let concealment, like a worm i'the bud, Like the old age.

Feed on her damask cheek: she pin'd in thought; Clo. Are you ready, sir ?

And with a green and yellow melancholy, Duke. Ay; prythee, sing.

[music. She sat like patience on a monument

Smiling at grief. Was not this love, indeed ?
Clo. Come away, come away, death,
And in sad cypress let me be laid;

We men may say more, swear more; but, indeed,
Fly away, fly away, breath;

Our shows are more than will; for still we prove
I am slain by a fair cruel maid.
My shroud of white, stuck all with yew

Much in our vows, but little in our love.
0, prepare it;

Duke. But died thy sister of her love, my bor? My part of death no one so true

Vio. I am all the daughters of my father's
Not a flower, not a flower sweet,

house,
On my black coffin let there be strown;
Not a friend, not a friend greet

And all the brothers too;—and yet I know not.
My poor corpse, where my bones shall be thrown, Sir, shall I to this lady?
A thousand thousand sighs to save,

Duke. Ay, that's the theme.
Lay me, 0, where,
Sad true lover ne'er find my grave,

To her in haste; give her this jewel ; say,
To weep there.

My love can give no place, bide no denay.
Duke. There's for thy pains.

[exeunt. Clo. No pains, sir; I take pleasure in singing,

SCENE V. OLIVIA'S GARDEN. Duke. I'll pay thy pleasure then. [sir. Enter Sir Toby Belch, Sir Andrew Ague-chcel, Clo. Truly, sir, and pleasure will be paid, one

and Fabian. time or another,

Sir To. Come thy ways, signior Fabian. Duke. Give me now leave to leave thee.

Fab. Nay, I'll come; if I lose a scruple of this Clo. Now, the melancholy god protect thee; sport, let me be boiled to death with melancholy. and the taylor make thy doublet of changeable taf- Sir To. Would'st thou not be glad to have the fata, for thy mind is a very opal !—I would have niggardly, rascally sheep-biter come by some notmen of such constancy put to sea, that their busi- able shame? ness might be every thing, and their intent every Fab. I would exult, man:

you know, he where ; for that's it, that always makes a good brought me out of favour with my lady, about :: voyage of nothing. Farewell,

[exit. bear-baiting here. Duke. Let all the rest give place. —

Sir To. To anger him, we'll have the bear [ereunt Curio and Attendants. again ; and we will fool him black and blue :Once more, Cesario,

shall we not, Sir Andrew ? Get thee to yon' same sovereign cruelty;

Sir And. An we do not, it is pity of our lives. Tell her, my love, more noble than the world,

Enter Maria, Prizes not quantity of dirty lands;

Sir To. Here comes the little villain :- How The parts, that fortune hath bestow'd upon her, Dow, my nettle of India ? Tell her, I hold as giddily as fortune;

Mar. Get ye all three into the box-tree: MalBut 'tis that miracle, and queen

of
gems,

volio's coming down this walk; he has been yonder That pature pranks her in, attracts my soul. i'the sun, practising behaviour to his own shadow, Vio. But, if sbe cannot love you, sir?

this half hour: observe him, for the love of Duke. I cannot be so answer'd.

mockery; for, I know, this letter will make a Vio. 'Sooth, but you must.

contemplative ideot of him. Close, in the name Say, that some lady, as, perhaps, there is, of jesting! [the Men hide themselves.] Lic thou Hath for your love as great a pang of heart there; [throws down a letter.) for here comes the As you have for Olivia : you cannot love her : trout that must be caught with tickling. You tell her so; must she not then be answer'd ?

[eiit Maria. Duke. There is no woman's sides,

Enter Malvolio. Can bide the beating of so strong a passion

Mal. 'Tis but fortune; all is fortune. Maria As love doth give my heart: no woman's heart once told me, she did affect me: and I have heard Go big, to hold so much; they lack retention. herself come thus near, that, should she fancy, it Alas, their love may be call'd appetite,

should be one of my complexion. Besides, sur uses me with a more exalted respect, than any Sir And. Her C's, her U's, and her Tos; why one else that follows her. What should I think on't? that? Sir To. Here's an over-weeping rogue !

Mal. [reads.] To the unknown beloved, this, and Fab. O, peace! Contemplation makes a rare my good wishes : her very phrases! By your leave, turkey-cock of him; how he jets under his ad- wax.-Soft!-and the impressure her Lucrece, vanced plumes !

with which she uses to seal : 'tis my lady. Sir And. 'Slight, I could so beat the rogue :

whom should this be? Sir To. Peace, I say.

Fab. This wins him, liver and all. Mal. To be count Malvolio !

Mal. [reads.] Jove knows, I love:

But who? Sir To. Ab, rogue !

Lips do not move, Sir And. Pistol him, pistol him.

No man must know. Sir To. Peace, peace !

No man must know.-What follows? the numbers Mal. There is example for’t; the lady of the altered !-No man must know :-If this should be strachy married the yeoman of ihe wardrobe.

thee, Malvolio ? Sir And. Fie on him, Jezebel !

Sir To. Marry, hang thee, brock!

Mal. I may command where I adore; Fab. O, peace ! now he's deeply in; look, how

But silence, like a Lucrece knise, imagination blows him.

With bloodless stroke my heart doth gore,

M, O, A, I, doth sway my life. Mal. Having been three months married to ber,

Fab. A fustian riddle! sitting in my state,–

[eye! Sir To. Excellent wench, say I. Sir To. O, for a stone-bow, to hit him in the

Mal. M, O, A, I, doth sway my life.- Nay, Mal. Calling my officers about me, in my but first, let me see,- let me see,— let me see. branched velvet gown; having come from a day

Fab. What a dish of poison has she dressed him! bed, where I left Olivia sleeping.

Sir To. And with what wing the stannyel Sir. To. Fire and brimstone !

checks at it! Fab. O, peace, peace !

Mal. I may command where I adore. Why, Mal. And then to have the humour of state ; and she may command me; I servo her, she is my after a demure travel of regard, telling them, I

lady. Why, this is evident to any formal capknow my place, as I would they should do theirs acity. There is no obstruction in this ;-and the to ask for my kinsman Toby:

end,– What should that alphabetical position porSir To. Bolts and shackles !

tend ? if I could make that resemble something in Fab. O, peace, peace, peace! now, now.

me-Softly! M, 0, A, I. Mal. Seven of iny people, with an obedient start,

Sir To. O, ay! make up that:-- he is now at make out for him: I frown the while; and, per

a cold scent. chance, wind up my watch, or play with some

Fab. Sowter will cry upon't, for all this rich jewel. Toby approaches; court'sies there to me: though it be as rank as a fox. Sir To. Shall this fellow live?

Mul. M,-Malvolio ;-M-why, that begins Fab. Though our silence be drawn from us

my name. with cars, yet peace. Mal. I extend my hand to him thus, quenching the cur is excellent at faults.

Fab. Did not I say, he would work it out? my familiar sinile with an austere regard of con- Mal. M,—but then there is no consonancy in

the sequel; that suffers under probation : A Sir To. And does not Toby take you a blow should follow, but O does. o'the lips then?

Fab. And O shall end, I hope. Mal. Saying, Cousin Toby, my fortunes having

Sir To. Ay, or I'll cudgel him, and make him cast me on your niece, give me this prerogative of

cry,

0. speech:

Mal. And then I comes behind : Sir To. What, what ?

Fab. Ay, an you had any eye behind you, you Mal. You must amend your drunkenness.

might see more detraction at your heels, than forSir To. Out, scab!

tunes before you. Fab. Nay, patience, or we break the sincws of

Mal. M, 0, A, I;--This simulation is not as our plot.

the former : and yet, to crush this a little, it Mal. Besides, you waste the treasure of your would bow to me, for every one of these letters time with a foolish knight;

are in my name. Soft! here follows prose. Sir And. That's me, I warrant you.

If this fall into thy hand, rcvolve. In my stars I am above Mal. One sir Andrew :

thee; but be not afraid of greatness; some are born great, Sir And. I knew, 'twas I; for many do call

some achieve greatness, and some have greatness thrust upon them. Thy fates open their hands; let thy blood and spirit

embrace them. And, to inure thyself to what thou art like Mal. What employment have we here? to be, cast thy humble slough, and appear fresh. Be opposite

with a kinsman, surly with servants : let thy tongue tang (taking up the letter.

arguments of state; put thyself into the trick of singularity, Fab. Now is the woodcock near the gin. Be thus advises thee, that sighs for thee. Remember who Sir To. O, peace and the spirit of humours commended thy yellow stockings, and wished to see thee ever

cross-gartered; I say, remember. Go to, thou art made if (uitiipate reading aloud to him !

thou desirest to be so, if not, let me see thee a steward still, Mal. By my life, this is my lady's hand : these the fellow of servants, and not worthy to touch fortune's be her very C's, her U's, and her T's : and thus fingers. Farewell. She, that would alter services with thee,

The fortunate-unhappy. makes she her great P's. It is, in contempt of Day-light and champian discovers not more: question, her hand.

I will be proud, I will read politie

trol:

me fool.

this is open.

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