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Vio. I am a messenger.
Oli. Sure, you have some hideous matter to deliver, when the courtesy of it is so fearful. Speak your office.
Vio. It alone concerns your ear. I bring no overture of war, no taxation of homage; I hold the olive in my hand : my words are as full of peace as matter.
Oli. Yet you began rudely. What are you? what would you ?
Vio. The rudeness that hath appear'd in me, have I learn’d from my entertainment. What I ain, and what I would, are as secret as maidenhead: to your ears, divinity; to any other's, profanation.
Oli. Give us the place alone : we will hear this divinity. (Exit Maria.] Now, sir, what is your text!
Vio. Most sweet lady, Oli. A comfortable doctrine, and much may be said of it. Where lies your text?
Vio. In Orsino's bosom.
Vio. To answer by the method, in the first of his heart.
Oli. O, I have read it; it is heresy. Have you no more to say ?
Vio. Good madam, let me see your face. .
Oli. Have you any commission from your lord to negociate with my face? you are now out of your text: but we will draw the curtain, and show you the picture. Look you, sir, such a one as I was this present* : is't not well done ? (Unveiling.
Vio. Excellently done, if God did all.
Oli. 'Tis in grain, sir ; 'twill endure wind and weather.
Vio. 'Tis beauty truly blentt, whose red and white Nature's own sweet and cunning hand laid on: Lady, you are the cruel'st she alive,. If you will lead these graces to the grave,
* Presents. f Blended, mixed together.
And leave the world no copy.
Oli. O, sir, I will not be so hard-hearted; I will give out divers schedules of my beauty : it shall be inventoried ; and every particle, and utensil, labelled to my will: as, item, two lips indifferent red; item, two grey eyes, with lids to them ; item, one neck, one chin, and so forth. Were you sent hither to 'praise me.
Vio. I see what you are : you are too proud; But, if you were the devil, you are fair. My lord and master loves you ; 0, such love Could be but recompens'd, though you were crown'd The nonpareil of beauty ! Oli.
How does he love me? Vio. With adorations, with fertile tears, With groans that thunder love, with sighs of fire. Oli. Your lord does know my mind, I cannot love
Vio. If I did love you in my master's flame,
Why, what would you ?
* Well spoken of by the world. + Cantos, verses.
But you should pity me.
Get you to your lord ;
Vio. I am no fee'd post *, lady; keep your purse;
Oli. What is your parentage? ... Above my fortunes, yet my state is well : · I am a gentleman.--I'll be sworn thou art;
Thy tongue, thy face, thy limbs, actions, and spirit,
soft ! soft !
Here, madam, at your service.
[Exit. * Messenger.
+ Proclamation of gentility. Count.
Oli. I do I know not what: and fear to find Mine eye too great a flatterer for my mind. Fate, show thy force : ourselves we do not owe* ; What is decreed, must be; and be this so! [Exit.
SCENE I. The sea-coast.
Enter Antonio and Sebastian. Ant. Will you stay no longer ? nor will you not, that I go with you ?
Seb. By your patience, no; my stars shine darkly over me; the malignancy of my fate might, perhaps, distemper yours; therefore I shall crave of you your leave, that I may bear my evils alone: it were a bad recompense for your love, to lay any of them on you.
Ant. Let me yet know of you, whither you are bound ?
Seb. No, 'sooth, sir; my determinate voyage is mere extravagancy. But I perceive in you so excellent a touch of modesty, that you will not extort from me what I am willing to keep in; therefore it charges mein manners the rather to express* myself. You must know of me then, Antonio, my name is Sebastian, which I called Rodorigo: my father was that Sebastian of Messaline, whom I know, you have heard of: he left behind him, myself, and a sister, both born in an hour. If the heavens had been pleased, 'would he had so ended! but you, sir, altered that; for, some hour before you took me from the breach of the sea, was my sister drowned.
Ant. Alas, the day!
Seb. A lady, sir, though it was said she much resembled me, was yet of many accounted beautiful : but, though I could not, with such estimable wonder, overfar believe that, yet thus far I will boldly publish her, she bore a mind that envy could not * Own, possess.
but call fair : she is drowned already, sir, with salt water, though I seem to drown her remembrance again with more. .
Ant. Pardon me, sir, your bad entertainment."
Ant. If you will not murder me for my love, let me be your servant. .
Seb. If you will not undo what you have done, that is, kill him whom you have recovered, desire it not. Fare ye well at once: my bosom is full of kindness; and I am yet so near the manners of my mother, that upon the least occasion more, mine eyes will tell tales of me. I am bound to the count Orsino's court: farewell.
::. [Exit. Ant. The gentleness of all the gods go with thee! I have many enemies in Orsino's court, Else would I very shortly see thee there : But, come what may, I do adore thee so, That danger shall seem sport, and I will go. (Exit.
A street. Enter Viola ; Malvolio following. Mal. Were not you even now with the countess Olivia ? · Vio. Even now, sir, on a moderate pace I have since arrived but hither."
Mal. She returns this ring to you, sir ; you might have saved me my pains, to have taken it away yourself. She adds moreover, that you should put your lord into a desperate assurance, she will none of him: and one thing more; that you be never so hardy to come again in his affairs, unless it be to report your lord's taking of this, i Receive it so.
Vio. She took the ring of me; I'll none of it.
Mal. Come, sir, you peevishly threw it to her ; and her will is, it should be so returned : if it be