SCENE III

Olivia's garden.

Enter Sebastian.

Seb. This is the air; that is the glorious sun;
This pearl she gave me, I do feel 't and see 't;
And though 'tis wonder that enwraps me thus,
Yet 'tis not madness. Where 's Antonio, then?
I could not find him at the Elephant:

Yet there he was; and there I found this credit,
That he did range the town to seek me out.
His counsel now might do me golden service;
For though my soul disputes well with my sense,
That this may be some error, but no madness, 10
Yet doth this accident and flood of fortune
So far exceed all instance, all discourse,
That I am ready to distrust mine eyes

And wrangle with my reason, that persuades

me

To any other trust but that I am mad,

Or else the lady's mad; yet, if 'twere so,

She could not sway her house, command her followers,

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Take and give back affairs and their dispatch
With such a smooth, discreet, and stable bear-
ing
As I perceive she does: there's something in 't
That is deceivable. But here the lady comes.

12. "instance"; example.-C. H. H.

Enter Olivia and Priest.

Oli. Blame not this haste of mine. If you mean well,

Now go with me and with this holy man Into the chantry by: there, before him, And underneath that consecrated roof, Plight me the full assurance of your faith; That my most jealous and too doubtful soul May live at peace. He shall conceal it Whiles you are willing it shall come to note, What time we will our celebration keep According to my birth. What do you say? Seb. I'll follow this good man, and go with you;

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And having sworn truth, ever will be true. Oli. Then lead the way, good father; and heavens so shine,

That they may fairly note this act of mine!

[Exeunt.

33. "sworn truth"; troth or fidelity. It should be remarked that this was not an actual marriage, but a betrothing, affiancing, or solemn promise of future marriage; anciently distinguished by the name of espousals.—H. N. H.

ACT FIFTH

SCENE I

Before Olivia's house.

Enter Clown and Fabian.

Fab. Now, as thou lovest me, let me see his letter.

Clo. Good Master Fabian, grant me another

request.

Fab. Any thing.

Clo. Do not desire to see this letter.

Fab. This is, to give a dog, and in recompense desire my dog again.

Enter Duke, Viola, Curio, and Lords.

Duke. Belong you to the Lady Olivia, friends?
Clo. Aye, sir; we are some of her trappings.
Duke. I know thee well: how dost thou, my
good fellow?

Clo. Truly, sir, the better for my foes and the
worse for my friends.

Duke. Just the contrary; the better for thy friends.

Clo. No, sir, the worse.

Duke. How can that be?

10. “trappings”; appendages.-C. H. H.

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Clo. Marry, sir, they praise me and make an ass of me; now my foes tell me plainly I am an 20 ass: so that by my foes, sir, I profit in the knowledge of myself; and by my friends I am abused: so that, conclusions to be as kisses, if your four negatives make your two affirmatives, why then, the worse for my friends, and the better for my foes.

Duke. Why, this is excellent.

Clo. By my troth, sir, no; though it please you to be one of my friends.

Duke. Thou shalt not be the worse for me: 30 there's gold.

Clo. But that it would be double-dealing, sir, I would you could make it another.

Duke. O, you give me ill counsel.

Clo. Put your grace in your pocket, sir, for this once, and let your flesh and blood obey it.

Duke. Well, I will be so much a sinner, to be

a double-dealer: there's another.

Clo. Primo, secundo, tertio, is a good play; and 40 the old saying is, the third pays for all: the triplex, sir, is a good tripping measure; or the bells of Saint Bennet, sir, may put you in mind; one, two, three. Duke. You can fool no more money out of me at this throw: if you will let your lady know I am here to speak with her, and bring her along with you, it may awake my bounty further.

23. "to be as"; being as.-C. H. H.

Clo. Marry, sir, lullaby to your bounty till I 50 come again. I go, sir; but I would not have you to think that my desire of having is the sin of covetousness: but, as you say, sir, let your bounty take a nap, I will awake

it anon.

[Exit. Vio. Here comes the man, sir, that did rescue

me.

Enter Antonio and Officers.

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Duke. That face of his I do remember well;
Yet, when I saw it last, it was besmear'd
As black as Vulcan in the smoke of war:
A bawbling vessel was he captain of,
For shallow draught and bulk unprizable;
With which such scathful grapple did he make
With the most noble bottom of our fleet,

That very envy and the tongue of loss

Cried fame and honor on him. What's the matter?

First Off. Orsino, this is that Antonio

That took the Phoenix and her fraught from
Candy;

And this is he that did the Tiger board,

When your young nephew Titus lost his leg: 70 Here in the streets, desperate of shame and state,

In private brabble did we apprehend him. Vio. He did me kindness, sir, drew on my side;

63. "scathful"; harmful.-C. H. H.

65. “the tongue of loss"; the tongues of those on whom he had inflicted loss.-C. H. H.