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Sir To. Thore comest to the lady Olivia, and in A fiend, like thee, might bear my soul to hell. (Ex. my sight she uses thee kindly : bui thou liest in thy throat, that is not the matter I challenge thee for. Re-enter Sir Toby Belch, and Fabian.
Fab. Very brief, and exceeding good sensc-less.
Sir To. Gentleman, God save thee. ij it be thy chance to kill me,
Vio. And you, sir. Fab. Good.
Sir To. That defence thou hast, betake thee Sir To. Thou killest me like a rogue and a rillain. tot: of what nature the wrongs are thou hast
Fab. Still you keep o' the windy side of the law: done him, I know not; but thy intercepter, full of Good.
despight, bloody as the hunter, attends thee at the Sir To. Fare thee well ; And God have mercy
orchard end: dismount thy tuck, be yare3 in thy upon one of our souls ! Ile may have mercy upon preparation, for thy assailant is quick, skilful, and
deadly. mine; but my hope is better, and so look to ihyself. Thy friend, as thou usest him, and thy
Við. You mistake, sir ; I am sure, no man hath sworn enemy.
any quarrel to me; my remembrance is very free Sir To, Ii" this letter moves him not, his legs and ciear froin any image ofotience done to any man.
Sir To. You'll find it otherwise, I assure you: cannot: I'll giv't him.
Mar. You may have very fit occasion for’t; he therefore, if you hold your life at any price, be take is now in some commerce with my lady, and will you to your guard; for your opposite hath in him by and by depart.
what youth, strength, skiil, and wrath, can furnish Sir To. Go, sir Andrew; scout me for him at man withal. the corner of the orchard, like a bum-bailifi': so
Pio. I pray you, sir, what is he? soon as ever thou seest him, draw; and as thou
Sir To. He is knight, dubbed with unhacked drawest, swear horrible; for it comes to pass oft, rapier, and on carpet consideration ; but he is a that a terrible oathi, with a swaggering accent divorced three; and his incensement at this mo
devil in private brawl: souls and bodies hath he sharply twanged off, gives manhood more approbation than ever proof itself would have earned ment is so implacable, that satisfaction can be none him. Away:
but by pangs of death and sepulchre : hob, nob, is Sir To. Now will not I deliver his letter for the sire some conduct of the lady. I am no fighter. I Sir And. Nay, let me alone for swearing. [Ex. his word; give't, or take't.
Vio. I will return again into the house, and debehaviour of the young gentleman gives him out to be of good capacity and breeding; his employ: purposely on others, to taste their valour: belike,
have heard of some kind of men, that put quarrels less; therefore this letter, being so excellently ig- this is a man of that quirk. norant, will breed no terror in the youth, he will
Sir To. Sir, no; his indignation derives itself find it comes from a clodpole. But, sir, i'will de- out of a very competent injury; therefore, get you liver his challenge by word of mouth;' set upon on, and give him his desire. Back you shall not to Ague-cheek a notable report of valour;, and drive which with as much safety you might answer him:
the house, unless you undertake that with me, the gentleman (as, I know, his youth will aptly receive it,) into a most hideous opinion of his rage for medale you must, that's certain, or forswear to
therefore, on, or strip your sword stark naked ; skill, fury, and impetuosity. This will so fright them both, that they will kill one another by the
wear iron about you. look, like cockatrices.
Vio. This is as uncivil, as strange. I beseech
you, do me this courteous office, as to know of the Enter Olivia and Viola.
knight what my offence to him is; it is something them way, till he take leave, and presently after him. by this gentleman till my return. [Exit Sir Toby; Fab. Here he comes with your nicce: give of my negligence, nothing of my purpose.
Sir To. I will do so. Signior Fabian, stay you Sir To. I will mcditate the while upon some horrid message for a challenge.
Vio. Pray you, sir, do you know of this matter? (E.reunt Sir Toby, Fabian, and Maria.
Fab. I know, the knight is incensed against you, Oli. I have said too much unto a heart of stone, circumstance more.
even to a mortal arbitrament;' but nothing of the And laid mine honour too unchary' out: There's something in me, that reproves my fault;
Vio. I beseech you, what manner of man is he? But such a hcadstrong potent fault it is,
Fab. Nothing of that wonderful promise, to read That it but mocks reproof.
him by his form, as you are like to find hirn in the Vio. With the same 'haviour that your passion proof of his valour. He is, indeed, sir, the most bears,
skilful, bloody, and fatal opposite that you could Go on my master's griefs.
possibly have found in any part of Illyria : will you Oli. Here, wear this jewel for me, 'tis my pic- walk towards him ? I will make your peace with
him, if I can. ture; Refuse it not, it hath no tongue to vex you:
Vio. I shall be much bound to you fort: I am And, I beseech you, come again to-morrow.
one, that would rather go with sir priest, than sir What shall you ask of me, that I'll deny;
knight: I care not who knows so much of my That honour, sav'd, may upon asking give ?
[Excuni. Vio. Nothing but this, your true love for my Re-enter Sir Toby, with Sir Andrew.
master. Oli. How with mine honour may I give him that Sir To. Why, man, he's a very devil; I have Which I have given to you?
not seen such a virago. I had a pass with him, Vio.
I will acquit you.
rapier, scabbard, and all, and he gives me the Oli. Well, come again to-morrow: Fare thee stuck-in," with such a mortal motion, that it is in
evitable; and on the answer, he pays you as surely (1) Uncautiously. (2) Rapier. (3) Ready. (7) Stoccata, an Italian term in fencing. (4) Sort. (5) Decision. (6) Adversary. (8) Does for you.
as your feet hit the ground they step on: they say, What will you do ? Now my necessity he has been fencer to the Sophy.
Makes me to ask you for my purse: It grieves me Sir And Pox on't, I'll not meddle with him. Much more, for what I cannot do for you,
Sir To. Ay, but he will not now be pacified: Than what befalls mysell. You stand amaz'd; Fabian can scarce hold him yonder.
But be of comfort. Sir And. Plague on't; an I thought he had been 2 0ff. Come, sir, away. valiant, and so cunning in fence, I'd have seen him Ant. I must entreat of you some of that money. damned ere I'd have challenged him. Let him let l'io. What money, sir ? the matter slip, and I'll give him my horse, grey For the fair kindness you have show'd me here, Capilet.
And, part, being prompted by your present trouble, Sir To. I'll make the motion : stand here, make Out of my lean and low ability a good show on't; this shall end without the per- P!Il lend you something: iny having is not much ; dition of souls: marry, I'll ride your horse as well I'll make division of my present with you: as I ride you.
[Aside. Bold, there is half my cofler.
Will you deny me now:
Is't possible, that my deserts to you
Canak persuasion? Do not tempt my misery, I have persuaded him, the youth's a devil.
Fab. He is as horribly conceited' of him; and As to upbraid you with those kindnesses pants, and looks pale, as if a bear were 'at his That I have done for you.
I know of none; Sir To. There's no remedy, sir;
will fight Nor know I you hy voice, or any feature: with you for his oath sake: marry,
' he hath better I hate ingratitude more in a man, bethought him of his quarrel, and he finds that now Than lying, vainness, babbling, drunkenness, scarce to be worth talking of: therefore draw, for or any taint of vice, whose strong corruption
Inhabits our frail blood. the supportance of his vow; he protests, he will not
O heavens themselves! hurt you. Vio. Pray God defend me! A little thing
2 Of. Come, sir, I pray you, go. would make me tell them how much I lack of a
Ant. Let me speak' a little. This youth that (Aside.
you see here, Fab. Give ground, if you see him furious.
I snatch'd one half out of the jaws of death; Sir To. Come, sir Andrew, there's no remedy; And to his image, which, methought, did promise
Reliev'd him with such sanctity of love, the gentleman will, for his honour's sake, have one bout with you: he cannot by the duello2 avoid it: Most venerable worth, did I devotion. but he has promised me, as he is a gentleman and
1 00. What's that to us? The time goes by ;
Come on; to't.
, sebastian, done good feature shame.
god Enler Antonio.
In nature there's no blemish, but the mind;
None can be call'd deform’d, but the unkind : Fio. I do assure you, 'tis against my will.
Viriue is beauty; but the beauteous-evil
[Draws. Are empty trunks, o’erflourishi’dby the devil. Int. Put up your sword ;-If this young gen- 1 011. The man grows mad; away with him. tleman
Come, come, sir. Have done offence, I take the fault on me;
Int. Lead me on. [Ere. Officers, with Antonio. If you offend him, Í for him defy you. [Drawing. Vio. Methinks, his words do from such passion Sir To. You, sir ? why, what are you?
fly, .Int. One, sir, that for his love dares yet do that he believes himself; so do not I. more,
Prove true, imagination, 0 prove true, Than you have heard him brag to you he will.
That I, dear brother, be now ta'en for you! Sir To. Nay, if you be an undertaker, I am for Sir To. Come hither, knight; come hither, Fayou.
[Draws. bian; we'll whisper o'er a couplet or two of most Enter luo Officers.
Vio. He nam'd Sebastian; I my brother know Fab. O good sir Toby, hold; here come the Yet living in any glass;* even such and so, officers.
In tavour was my brother; and he went: Sir To. I'll be with you anon, [To Antonio. Still in this fashion, colour, ornament, Vio. Pray, sir, put up your sword, if you please. For him limitate : 0, if it prove, [To Sir Andrew. Tempests are kind, and salt waves fresh in love!
[Eril. promised you, I'll be as good as my 'word: He Sir And. Marry, will I, sir ?-and, for that I
Sir To. A very dishonest paltry boy, and more will bear you easily, and reins well.
a coward than a hare: his dishonesty appears, in i off. This is the man; do thy office. leaving his friend here in necessity, and denying 2 Off. Antonio, I arrest thce at the suit him; and for his cowardship, ask Fabian. Of count Orsino.
Fab. A coward, a most devout coward, reliInt. You do mistake me, sir.
gious in it. I off. No, sir, no jot; I know your favour well, Sir Ind. 'Slid, I'll after him again, and beat him. Though now you have no sea-cap on your head.- Sir To. Do, cufl' him soundly, but never draw Take him away; he knows, I know him well. thy sword. Ant. I must obey.-This comes with seeking you; Sir And. An I do not, -
[Exit. But there's no remedy ; I shall answer it.
Fab. Come, let's see the event. (1) Horrid conception. (2) Laws of duel. (4) In the reflection of my own figure. (3) Ornamented.
Sir To. I dare lay any money, 'twill be nothing In this uncivil and unjust extent: yet.
(Exeuni. Against thy peace. Go with me to my house ;
And hear there how many fruitless pranks
This ruffian hath botch'd up, that thou thereby
May'st smile at this : thou shalt not choose, but go;
Do not deny: beshrews his soul for me, SCENE 1.—The street before Olivia's house. He started one poor heart of mine in thee. Enter Sebastian and Clown.
Seb. What relish is in this ? how runs the stream? Clo. Will you make me believe, that I am not or I am mad, or else this is a dream :sent for you?
Let fancy still my sense in Lethe steep; Seb. Go to, go to, thou art a foolish fellow;
If it be thus to dream, still let me sleep! Let me be clear of thee.
Oli. Nay, come, I pr’ythee: 'would, thou'dst be Clo. Well held out, i'faith! No, I do not know
rul'd by ine! you; nor I am not sent to you by my lady, to bid
Seb. Madam, I will.
Oli. vou come speak with her; nor your name is not
0, say so, and so be! (Eze. master Cesario; nor this is not my nose neither. Nothing, that is so, is so.
SCENE II.A room in Olivia's house. Enter Seb. I pr’ythee, vent' thy folly somewhere else;
Maria and Clown. thou know'st not me. Clo. Vent my folly! he has heard that word of this beard ; make him believe thou art sir Topas
Mar. Nay, I pr’ythce, put on this gown, and some great man, and now applies it to a fool. the curate; do it quickly: I'll call sir Toby the Vent my folly! I'am afraid this great lubber, the whilst.
[Erit Maria. world, will prove a cockney.--I pr’ythee now, un
Clo. Well, I'll put it on, and I will dissemble gird thy strangeness, and tell me what I shall vent myself in't; and I would I were the first that ever to my lady; shall' I vent to her, that thou art dissembled 'in such a gown. I am not fat enough coming ?
to become the function well; nor lean enough to Seb." I pr’ythee, foolish Greek, depart from me; be thought a good student; but to be said, an There's money for thee; if you tarry longer, honest man, and a good housekeeper, goes as I shall give worse payment.
fairly, as to say, a careful man, and a great schoClo. By my troth, thou hast an open hand :
lar. The competitors' enter.
Enter Sir Andrew, Sir Toby, and Fabian. Sir To. Jove bless thee, master parson.
Clo. Bonos dies, sir Toby: for as the old hermit for you.
(Striking Sebastian. of Prague, that never saw pen and ink, very witSeb. Why, there's for thee, and there, and there : ily said to a niece of king Gorboduc, Thai, That is, are all the people mad? (Beating Sir Andrew.lis : 80 I, being master parson, am master parson;
Sir To. Hold, sir, or I'll throw your dagger o'er for what is that, but that? and is, but is ? the house.
Sir To. To him, sir Topas. Clo. This will I tell my lady straight : I would
Clo. What, hoa, I say, --Peace in this prison ! not be in some of your coats for two-pence.
Sir To. The knave counterfeits well; a good [Erit Clown.
knave. Sir To. Come on, sir ; hold. (Holding Seb. Mal. (in an inner chamber.] Who calls there? Sir And. Nay, let him alone, I'll go another
Clo. Sir Topas, the curate, who comes to visit to work with him ; I'll have an action of battery Malvolio the lunatic. against him, if there be any law in Illyria: thoughl. Mal. Sir Topas, sir Topas, good sir Topas, go I struck him first, yet it's no matter for that.
to my lady. Seb. Let go thy hand.
Clo. Out, hyperbolical fiend ! how revest thou Sir To. Come, sir, I will not let you go. Come, this man? talkest thou nothing but of ladies ?
Sir To. Well said, master parson. my young soldier, put up your iron : you are well fleshed ; come on.
Mal. Sir Topas, never was man thus wronged !Seb. I will be free from thee. What would'st good sir Topas, do not think I am mad; they have thou now?
Taid me here in hideous darkness, If thou dar’st tempt me further, draw thy sword.
Clo. Fic, thou dishonest Sathan! I call thee by
[Draws. the most modest terms: for I am one of those genSir To. What, what? Nay, then I must have tle ones, that will use the devil himself with cour. an ounce or two of this malapert blood from you.
tesy: say'st thou, that house is dark ?
Mal. As hell, sir Topas.
Clo. Why, it hath bay-windows, transparent as
barricadoes, and the clear stones towards the southOli. Hold, Toby; on thy life, I charge thee, hold. north are as lustrous as ebony; and yet complainest Sir To. Madain ?
thou of obstruction ? Oli. Will it be ever thus? Ungracious wretch, Val. I am not mad, sir Topas ; I say to you, this Fit for the mountains, and the barbarous caves, house is dark. Where manners ne'er were preach'd ! out of my Clu. Madman, thou errest : I say, there is no sight!
darknees, but ignorance: in which thou art moro Be not offended, dear Cesario:
puzzled, than the Egyptians in their fog. Rudeshv, be gone!-I pr’ythee, gentle friend, Ma. I say, this house is as dark as ignorance,
(Exeunt Sir Toby, Sir Andrew, and Fabian. though ignorance were as dark as hell; and I say Let thy fair wisdom, not thy passion, sway there was never man thus abused : I am no more
(1) Let out. (2) Rude rellow. (3) Violence (6) Disguise. (7) Confederates.
mad than you are; make the trial of it in any cons Mal. Believe me, I am not; I tell thee true. stant question.'
Clo. Nay, I'll ne'er believe a madman, till I see Clo. What is the opinion of Pythagoras, concern- his brains. I will fetch you light, and paper, and ink. ing wild-fowl?
Mal. Fool, I'll requite it in the highest degree. Mal. That the soul of our grandam might haply I prythee, be gone. inhabit a bird.
Clo. I am gone, sir, Clo. What thinkest thou of his opinion ?
And anon, sir, Mal. I think nobly of the soul, and no way ap
I'll be with you again, prove his opinion.
In a trice; Clo. Fare thee well : remain thou still in dark
Like to the old vice, ness; thou shalt hold the opinion of Pythagoras,
Your need to sustain; ere I will allow of thy wits; and fear to kill á woodcock, lest thou dispossess the soul of thy
Who with dagger of lath, grandam. Fare thee well.
In his rage and his iorath, Hal. Sir Topas, sir Topas,
Cries, ah, ha! to the devil: Sir To. My most exquisite sir Topas !
Like a mad' lad, Clo. Nay, I am for all waters,
Pare thy nails, dad, Mar. Thou might'st have done this without thy!
Adieu, goodman dripel. (Exito beard and gown; he sees thee not.
Sir To. To him in thine own voice, and bring SCENE III.-Olivia's garden. Enter Sebastian. me word how thou findest him: I would we were Seb. This is the air ; that is the glorious sun; well rid of this knavery. If he may be conveni- This pearl she gave me, I do feel't, and see't: ently delivered, I would he were; for
I am now so And though 'tis wonder that enwraps me thus, far in offence with my niece, that I cannot pursue Yet 'tis not madness. Where's Antonio then? with any safety this sport to the upshot. Come by I could not find him at the Elephant : and by to my chamber. (Ere. Sir Toby and Mar. Yet there he was; and there I found this credit,* Clo. Hey, Robin, jolly Robin,
That he did range the town to seek me out. Tell me how thy lady does. (Singing. His counsel now might do me golden service: Mal. Fool,
For though my soul disputes well with my sense, Clo. My lady is unkind, perdy.
That this may be some error, but no madness, Ma. Fool,
Yet doth this accident and flood of fortune, Clo. Alas, why is she so ?
So far exceed all instance, all discourse,
That I am ready to distrust mine eyes,
And wrangle with my reason, that persuades me at my hand, help me to a candle, and pen, and ink, or else the lady's mad; yet, if 'twere so, and paper; as I am a gentleman, I will live to be She could not sway her house, command her for thankful to thee for't.
lowers, 10 Clo. Master Malvolio!
Take, and give back, affairs, and their despatch, Mal. Ay, good fool.
With such a smooth, discreet, and stable bearing, Clo. Alas, sir, how fell you beside your five wits ? As, I perceive, she does: there's something
in', Mal. Fool, there was never man so notoriously That is deceivable. But here comes the lady. abused: I am as well in my wits, fool, as thou art. Clo. But as well ? then you are mad, indeed, it
Enter Olivia and a Priest you be no better in your wits than a fool.
Mal. They have here propertied me;* keep me Oli. Blame not this haste of mine : if you mean in darkness, send ministers to me, asses, and do all
well, they can to face me out of my wits.
Now go with me, and with this holy man, Ch. Advise you what you say; the minister is Into the chantry' by: there, before him, here.-Malvolió, Malvolio, thy wits the heavens And underneath that consecrated roof, restore! endeavour thyself to sleep, and leave thy Plight me the full assurance of your faith ;, vain bibble babble.
That my most jealous and too doubtful soul Md. Sir Topas, –
May live at peace: he shall conceal it, Clo. Maintain no words with him, good fellow.-Whiles!? you are willing it shall come to note ; Who, 1, sir ? not I, sir. God b'wi'you, good sir What time we will our celebration keep Topas.-Marry, amen.--I will, sir, I will. According to my birth. What do you say? Mal. Fool, fool, fool, I say,
Seb. J'll follow this good man, and go with you ; Clo. Alas, sir, be patient.” What say you, sir ? And, having sworn truth, ever will be true. I am shent for speaking to you.
Oli. Then lead the way, good father -And Mol. Good fool, help me to some light, and some
heavens so shine, paper; I tell thee, I am as well in my wits, as any That they may fairly note this act of mine ! (Exe. man in Illyria.
Clo. Well a-day,--that you were, sir ! Mal. By this hand, I am: good sool, some ink, paper, and light, and convey what I will set down
ACT V. to my lady; it shall advantage thee more than ever SCENE 1:- The street before Olivia's house. the bearing of letter did.
Enter Clown and Fabian. Clo. I will help you to't. But tell me true, are you not mad, indeed? or do you but counterfeit ? Fab. Now, as thou lovest me, let me see his letter. (1) Regular conversation.
(6) A buffoon character in the old plays, and 2) Any other gem as a topat. (3) Senses. father of the modern harlequin. 4 Taken possession of.
(7) Account (8) Reason. (9) Beljer. (5) Scolded, reprimanded.
lió) Sortante. (ii) Little chapel. (12) Untila M
Clo. Good master Fabian, grant me another re-|I know not what 'twas, but distraction. quest.
Duke. Notable pirate! thou salt-water thief! Fab. Any thing.
What foolish boldness brought thee to their mercies, Clo. Do not desire to see this letter.
Whom thou, in terms so bloody, and so dear, Fab. That is, to give a dog, and, in recompense, Hast made thine enemies ? desire my dog again.
Orsino, noble sir,
Be pleas'd that I shake off these names you give me, Enter Duke, Viola, and attendants. Antonio never yet was thief, or pirate,
Though, I confess, on base and ground enough, Duke. Belong you to the lady Olivia, friends ?
Orsino's enemy. A witchcraft drew me hither: Clo. Ay, sir; we are some of her trappings. Duke. I know thee well; low dost thou, my From the rude sea's enrag'd and foamy mouih
That most ungrateful boy there, by your side, good fellow ?
Clo. Truly, sir, the better for my soes, and the Did I redeem; a wreck, past hope he was : worse for my friends.
His life I gave him, and did thereto add Duke. Just the contrary; the better for thy All his in dedication : for his sake,
My love, without retention, or restraint, friends. Clo. No, sir, the worse.
Did I expose myself, pure for his love,
Into the danger of this adverse town;
Drew to defend him, when he was beset; of me; now my foes tell me plainly I am an ass: so that by my foes, sir, I profit in the knowledge or Not meaning to partake with me in danger,) myself'; and by my friends I am abused : so that, Taught him to face me out of his acquaintance, conclusions to be as kisses, if your four negatives While one would wink; denied me mine own
And grew a twenty-years-removed ihin, make your two affirmatives, why, then the worse
purse, for my friends, and i he better for my foes. Which I had recommended to his use Duke. Why, this is excellent.
Not half an hour before. Clo. By my troth, sir, no; though it please you
How can this be ? to be one of my friends.
Duke. When came he to this town? Duke. Thou shalt not be the worse for mc; there's gold.
Anl. To-day, my lord; and for three months Clo. But that it would be double-dealing, sir, 1 (No interim, not a minute's vacancy,)
before would you could make it another.
Both day and night did we keep company.
Enter Olivia and attendants. 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.
Duke. Here comes the countess ; now heaven
walks on cari).-Clo. Primo, secundo, ler!lo, is a good play; and the old saying is, the third nai's for all the tripler, But for thee, fellow, fellow, thy words are madness: sir, is a good tripping measure; or the bells of St. Three months this youth hath teuded upon ine; Bennet, sir, may put you in mind; One, two, three. But more of that anon.--Take him aside. Duke. You can foo! no more money out of me
Oli. What would my lord, but that he may not at this throw: if you will let your lady know, I am wherein Olivia may seem serviceable ?
have, here to speak with her, and bring her along with Cesario, you do not keep promise with me. yo'l, it may awake my hounty further.
Vio. Madam? Clo. Marry, sir, lullaby to your bounty, till I come again. I go, sir; but I would not have you
Duke. Gracious Olivia,to think, that my desire of having is the sin of co
Oli. What do you say, Cesario?vetousness: but, as you say, sir, let your bounty
lord, take a nap, I will awake it anon. [Exit Clown.
Vio. My lord would speak, my duty hushes me,
Oli. Iot be aucht to the old tune, my lord, Enter Antonio and Oficers.
It is as fat and sulsome to ininc ear,
As howling after music.
St:ll so cruel ?
Duke. What! to perverseness? you uncivil lady, 4s black as Vulcan, in the smoke of war: To whose ingrate and unauspicious altars A bawbling vessel was he cantain or,
My soul the faithfull'st offerings hath breath'd out, For shallow draught, and bulk, unprizable: That e'er devotion tender'd! What shall I do? With which such scathful' granple did he make Oli. Even what it please my lord, that shall beWith the most nohle bottom of our Neet,
come him. That very envy, and the tongue of loss,
Duke. Why should I not, had I the heart to do i, Cry'd fame and honneron him. What's the matter? Like to the Egyptian thief, at point of death, 1 of. Orsino, this is that Antonio,
Kill what I love; a savage jealousy, That took the Phænis, and her fraught,? from That sometime savours nobly ?--But hear me this. Candy;
Since you to non-regardance cast my faith, And this is he, that did the Tiger board,
And that I partly know the instrument When your young nephew Titus lost his leg: That screws me from my true place in your favour, Here in the streets, desperate of shame, and state, Live vou, the marble-breasted tyrant, still; In private brabble did we apprehend him.
But this your minion, whom, I know, you love, Vio. He did me kindness, sir; drew on my side ; And whom, by heaven, I swear, I tender dearly, But, in conclusion, put strange speech upon me,
Him will I tear out of that cruel eye, (1) Mischievous. (2) Freight
(3) Dull, gross.