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Wherein Olivia may seem serviceable?-
Duke. Gracious Olivia,
Oli. What do you say, Cesario?- -Good my lord,
Vio. My lord would speak, my duty hushes
Oli. If it be aught to the old tune, my lord, It is as fat and fulsome to mine ear, As howling after music.
Duke. Still so cruel?
Oli. Still so constant, lord.
Duke. What! to perverseness? you uncivil lady,
To whose ingrate and unauspicious altars My soul the faithfull'st offerings hath breath'd out,
That e'er devotion tender'd! What shall I do? Oli. Even what it please my lord, that shall become him.
Duke. Why should I not, had I the heart to do it,
Like to the Egyptian thief, at point of death,
Live you, the marble-breasted tyrant, still;
Where he sits crowned in his master's spite. Come boy, with me; my thoughts are ripe in
I'll sacrifice the lamb that I do love,
Oli. Where goes Cesario?
Oli. Ah me, detested! how am I beguil'd! Vio. Who does beguile you? who does do you wrong?
Oli. Hast thou forgot thyself! Is it so long!-Call forth the holy father.
[Exit an Attendant. Duke. Come away. [TO VIOLA. Oli. Whither my lord?-Cesario, husband, stay.
Oli. Ay, husband; Can he that deny?
Vio. No, my lord, not I.
Oli. Alas, it is the baseness of thy fear, That makes thee strangle thy propriety :t Fear not, Cesario, take thy fortunes up; Be that thou know'st thou art, and then thou
[father! As great as that thou fear'st.-O, welcome,
Re-enter Attendant and PRIEST. Father, I charge thee, by thy reverence, Here to unfold (though lately we intended To keep in darkness, what occasion now Reveals before 'tis ripe,) what thou dost know, Hath newly past between this youth and me. + Disown thy property.
* Dull, groes.
Priest. A contract of eternal bond of love, Confirm'd by mutual joinder of your hands, Attested by the holy close of lips, Strengthen'd by interchangement of your rings; And all the ceremony of this compact Seal'd in my function, by my testimony: Since when, my watch hath told me, toward
I have travell'd but two hours.
Duke. O, thou dissembling cub! what wilt thou be,
When time hath sow'd a grizzle on thy case ?*
[fear. Hold little faith, though thou hast too much
Enter Sir ANDrew Ague-chEEK, with his head broke.
Sir And. For the love of God, a surgeon; send one presently to Sir Toby. Oli. What's the matter?
Sir And. He has broke my head across, and has given Sir Toby a bloody coxcomb too: for forty pounds, I were at home. the love of God, your help: I had rather than
Oli. Who has done this, Sir Andrew?
rio: we took him for a coward, but he's the Sir And. The count's gentleman, one Cesavery devil incardinate.
Duke. My gentleman, Cesario!
broke my head for nothing; and that that I Sir And. Od's lifelings here he is:-You did, I was set on to do't by Sir Toby.
Vio. Why do you speak to me? I never hurt You: You drew your sword upon me, without cause; But I bespake you fair, and hurt you
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 BELCH, drunk, led by the
Here comes Sir Toby halting, you shall hear more but if he had not been in drink, he would have tickled you othergatest than he did.
Duke. How now, gentleman? how is't with Sir To. That's all one; he has hurt me, and there's the end on't.-Sot, did'st see Dick surgeon, sot?
Clo. O he's drunk, Sir Toby, an hour agone; his eyes were set at eight i'the morning.
Sir To. Then he's a rogue. After a passymeasure, or a pavin, I hate a drunken rogue. Oli. Away with him: Who hath made this havoc with them?
Sir And. I'll help you, Sir Toby, because we'll be dress'd together.
Sir To. Will you help an ass-head, and a coxcomb, and a knave? a thin-faced knave, a gull?
Oli. Get him to bed, and let his hurt be look'd [Exeunt CLOWN, Sir TOBY, and Sir ANDREW.] 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.
Duke. One face, one voice, one habit, and
A natural perspective, that is, and is not.
How have the hours rack'd and tortur'd me,
Ant. Sebastian are you?
Seb. Fear'st thou that, Antonio?
Ant. How have you made division of your-
An apple, cleft in two, is not more twin
Seb. Do I stand there? I never had a bro-
Nor can there be that deity in my nature,
́Of charity, what kin are you to me?
Vio. Of Messaline: Sebastian was my father;
Seb. A spirit I am, indeed;
But am in that dimension grossly clad.
Vio. And died that day when Viola from her
Had number'd thirteen years.
Seb. O, that record is lively in my soul !
Vio. If nothing letst to make us happy both,
I was preserv'd, to serve this noble count:
If this be so, as yet the glass seems true,
[TO VIOLA. Thou never should'st love woman like to me. Vio. And all those sayings will I over
And all those swearings keep as true in soul, + Hinders.
Out of charity tell me
As doth that orbed continent the fire
Duke. Give me thy hand;
And let me see thee in thy woman's weeds.
Hath my maid's garments: he, upon some
Is now in durance; at Malvolio's suit,
Öli. He shall enlarge him :-Fetch Malvolio
And yet, alas, now I remember me,
A most extracting frenzy of mine own
Clo. Truly, madam, he holds Belzebub at the
Oli. Open it, and read it.
Clo. Look then to be well edified, when the fool delivers the madman :-By the lord, mad
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,t my, princess, and give ear.
Oli. Read it you, sirrah.
The madly-used MALVOLIO.
To think me as well a sister as a wife,
Here at my house, and at my proper cost
Your master quits you; [To VIOLA.] and, for
So much against the mettle of your sex,
Oli. A sister?-you are she.
Re-enter FABIAN, with MALVOLIO.
Frame and constitution.
Mal. Madam, you have done me wrong,
Oli. Have I, Malvolio? no.
Oli. Alas, poor fool! how have they baffled thee!
Clo. Why, some are born great, some achieve
Mal. Lady you have. Pray you, peruse that greatness, and some have greatness thrown upon
You must not now deny it is your hand,
Oli. Alas, Malvolio, this is not my writing,
And in such forms which here were presuppos'd Upon thee in the letter. Pr'ythee, be content: This practice hath most shrewdly pass'd upon
But, when we know the grounds and authors of it,
Thou shalt be both the plaintiff and the judge Of thine own cause.
Fab. Good madam, hear me speak; And let no quarrel, nor no brawl to come, Taint the condition of this present hour, Which I have wonder'd at. In hope it shall not, Most freely I confess, myself, and Toby, Set this device against Malvolio here, Upon some stubborn and uncourteous parts We had conceiv'd against him: Maria writ The letter, at Sir Toby's great importance; In recompense whereof, he hath married her. How with a sportful malice it was follow'd, May rather pluck on laughter than revenge; If that the injuries be justly weigh'd, That have on both sides past. + Fool
them. I was one, Sir, in this interlude; one Sir Topas, Sir; but that's all one:-By the Lord, fool, I am not mad;-But do you remember? Madam, why laugh you at such a barren rascal? an you smile not, he's gagg'd: And thus the whirligig of time brings in his revenges. Mal. I'll be revenged on the whole pack of [Exit. Oli. He hath been most notoriously abus'd. Duke. Pursue him, and entreat him to a peace:
He hath not told us of the captain yet;
When that I was and a little tiny boy,
For the rain it raineth every day.
But when I came to man's estate,
But when I came, alas! to wire,
With hey, ho, the wind and the rain,
SCENE I-On a Ship at Sea.
Boats. Here, master: what cheer? Mast. Good: Speak to the mariners fall to't yarely, or we run ourselves aground: bestir, bestir. [Exit.
Boats. Heigh, my hearts; cheerly, cheerly, my hearts; yare, yare: Take in the top-sail; Tend to the master's whistle.-Blow, till thou burst thy wind, if room enough!
Enter ALONSO, SEBASTIAN, ANTONIO, FERDINAND, GONZALO, and others.
Alon. Good boatswain, have care. Where's the master? Play the men.
Boats. I pray now, keep below.
Ant. Where is the master, boatswain? Boats. Do you not hear him? You mar our labour! keep your cabins: you do assist the
Gon. Nay, good, be patient.
Boats. When the sea is. Hence! What care these roarers for the name of king? To cabin: silence: trouble us not.
Gon. Good; yet remember whom thou hast aboard.
Boats. None that I more love than myself. You are a counsellor; if you can command these elements to silence, and work the peace of the present, we will not hand a rope more ; use your authority. If you cannot, give thanks you have lived so long, and make yourself ready in your cabin for the mischance of the hour, if it so hap.-Cheerly, good hearts.-Out of our way, I say. [Exit. Gon. I have great comfort from this fellow: methinks, he hath no drowning mark upon + Present instant.
him; his complexion is perfect gallows. Stand fast, good fate, to his hanging make the rope of his destiny our cable, for our own doth little advantage! If he be not born to be hanged, our case is miserable. [Exeunt.
Re-enter BOATSWAIN. Boats. Down with the top-mast; yare; lower, lower; bring her to try with main course. [A cry within.] A plague upon this howling! they are louder than the weather, or our office.Re-enter SEBASTIAN, ANTONIO, and GONZALO. Yet again? what do you here? Shall we give o'er, and drown? Have you a mind to sink?
Seb. A pox o' your throat? you bawling, blasphemous, uncharitable dog!
Boats. Work you, then.
Ant. Hang, cur, hang! you whoreson, insolent noise-maker, we are less afraid to be drowned than thou art.
Gon. I'll warrant him from drowning; though the ship were no stronger than a nut-shell, and as leaky as an unstanched wench.
Boats. Lay her a-hold, a-hold; set her two courses; off to sea again, lay her off. Enter MARINERS wet. Mar. All lost! to prayers, to prayers! all [Exeunt. lost! Boats. What, must our mouths be cold? Gon. The king and prince at prayers! let us assist them, For our case is as theirs.
Seb. I am out of patience.
This wide-chapped rascal;-'Would, thou
Gon. He'll be hanged yet; Though every drop of water swear against it, And gape at wid'st to glut him. [A confused noise within.]
Mercy on us. We split, we split! Farewell, my wife and children!-Farewell, brother! We split, we split, we split.
Ant. Let's all sink with the king. [Exit. Seb. Let's take leave of him. [Exit. Gon. Now would I give a thousand furlongs of sea for an acre of barren ground; long heath, brown furze, any thing: The wills above be done! but I would fain die a dry death.
[Exit. SCENE II.-The Island: before the Cell of PROSPERO.
Enter PROSPERO and MIRANDA. Mira. If by your art, my dearest father, you have
Put the wild waters in this roar, allay them:
Had I been any god of power, I would
Pro. Be collected;
No more amazement: tell your piteous beart,
Mira. O, woe the day!
I have done nothing but in care of thee, [who
Mira. More to know
Did never meddle with my thoughts.
I should inform thee further. Lend thy hand,
For thou must now know further.
Mira. You have often
Begun to tell me what I am; but stopp'd
Pro. The hour's now come;
I do not think thou can'st; for then thou wast Outt three years old.
Mira. Certainly, Sir, I can.
Pro. By what? by any other house, or person? Of any thing the image tell me, that Hath kept with thy remembrance.
Mira. "Tis far off;
Pro. Thou had'st, and more, Miranda: But how is it, [else That this lives in thy mind? What seest thou In the dark backward and abysm* of time? If thou remember'st aught,ere thou cam'st here How thou cam'at here thou may'st. Mira. But that I do not.
Pro. Twelve years since, Miranda, twelve years since,
Thy father was the duke of Milan, and
Mira. Sir, are not you my father?
Pro. Thy mother was a piece of virtue, and She said-thou wast my daughter; and thy father
Was duke of Milan; and his only heir
What foul play had we, that we came from
Pro. Both, both, my girl:
By foul play, as thou say'st, were we heav'd But blessedly holp hither. [thence;
Mira. O, my heart bleeds
To think o' the teent that I have turn'd you to, Which is from my remembrance! Please you, [nio,
Pro. My brother, and thy uncle, call'd AntoI pray thee, mark me,-that a brother should Be so perfidious!-he whom, next thyself, Of all the world I lov'd, and to him put The manage of my state; as, at that time, Through all the signiories it was the first, And Prospero the prime duke; being so reputed In dignity, and, for the liberal arts, Without a parallel; those being all my study, The government I cast upon my brother, [ed, And to my state grew stranger, being transportAnd wrapt in secret studies. Thy false uncleDost thou attend me?
Mira. Sir, most heedfully.
Pro. Being once perfected how to grant suits, How to deny them; whom to advance, and whom
To trash; for over-topping; new created The creatures that were mine; I say, or chang'd them,
Or else new-form'd them: having both the key Of officer and office, set all hearts
To what tune pleased his ear; that now he was The ivy, which had hid my princely trunk, And suck'd my verdure out on't.-Thou attend'st not:
I pray thee, mark me.
Mira. O good Sir, I do.
Pro. I thus neglecting worldly ends, all deTo closeness, and the bettering of my mind With that, which, but by being so retir'd, [ther O'er-priz'd all popular rate, in my false bro. Awak'd an evil nature: and my trust, Like a good parent, did beget of him A falsehood, in its contrary as great
As my trust was; which had, indeed, no limit, A confidence sans bound. He being thus lorded,
Not only with what my revenue yielded,
Mira. Your tale, Sir, would cure deafness,