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Between the elements of air and earth,
Oli. You might do much: What is your parentage ?
Vio. Above my fortunes, yet my state is well :
Get you to your lord;
you I thank you for your pains: spend this for me.
Vio. I am no feed post, lady; keep your purse ; My master, not myself, lacks recompense. Love make his heart of flint, that you shall love; And let your fervor, like my master's, be Placed in contempt! Farewell, fair cruelty. [Erit.
Oli. What is your parentage?
Here, madam, at your service. Oli. Run after that same peevish messenger, The county's man: he left this ring behind him, Would I, or not: tell him, I'll none of it. Desire him not to flatter with his lord, Nor hold him up with hopes! I am not for him: If that the youth will come this way to-morrow, I'll give him reasons for't. Hie thee, Malvolio. Mal. Madam, I will.
[Erit. 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.
you are bound.
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 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 me in 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 we 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 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. Seb. O, good Antonio, forgive me your trouble.
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 80 near the manners of my mother, that
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,
SCENE II. 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. 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 worth stooping for, there it lies in your eye; if not, be it his that finds it. [Erit.
Vio. I left 'no ring with her: What means this lady? Fortune forbid my outside have not charmed her! She made good view of me; indeed so much, That, sure, methought her eyes had lost her tongue, For she did speak in starts distractedly. She loves me, sure; the cunning of her passion Invites me in this churlish messenger. None of my lord's ring! why, he sent her none. I am the man. - If it be so, (as 'tis,) Poor lady, she were better love a dream. Disguise, I see, thou art a wickedness, Wherein the pregnant enemy does much. How easy is it for the proper-false In woman's waxen hearts to set their forms ! Alas, our frailty is the cause, not we; For such as we are made of, such we be. How will this fadge? My master loves her dearly; And I, poor monster, fond as much on him; And she, mistaken, seems to dote on me: What will become of this ? As I am man, My state is desperate for my master's love; As I am woman, now alas the day! What thriftless sighs shall poor Olivia breathe? O time, thou must untangle this, not I; It is too hard a knot for me to untie.
A Room in Olivia's House.
Enter SIR TOBY BELCH and SIR ANDREW AGUECHEEK.
Sir To. Approach, Sir Andrew: not to be abed after midnight, is to be up betimes; and diluculo surgere, thou
Sir And. Nay, by my troth, I know not: but I know to be up late, is to be up late.
Sir To. A false conclusion; I hate it as an unfilled can: To be up after midnight, and to go to bed then, is early; so that to go to bed after midnight, is to go to bed betimes. Do not our lives consist of the four elements ?
Sir And. 'Faith, so they say; but, I think, it rather consists of eating and drinking.
Sir To. Thou art a scholar; let us therefore eat and drink. — Marian, I say, a stoop of wine !
Clo. How now, my hearts ? Did you never see the picture of we three ?
Sir To. Welcome, ass; now let's have a catch.
Sir And. By my troth, the fool has an excellent breast. I had rather than forty shillings I had such a leg, and so sweet a breath to sing, as the fool has. In sooth, thou wast in very gracious fooling last night, when thou spokest of Pigrogromitus, of the Vapians passing the equinoctial of Queubus; 'twas very good, i’faith. I sent the sixpence for thy leman: Hadst it?
Clo. I did impeticos thy gratillity; for Malvolio's nose is no whipstock: My lady has a white hand, and the Myrmidons are no bottle-ale houses.
Sir And. Excellent! Why, this is the best fooling, when all is done.
Sir To. Come on; there is sixpence for you; let's have a song
Sir And. There's a testril of me too: if one knight give a
Clo. Would you have a love-song, or a song of good life?
0, stay and hear; your true love's coming,
Now a song
That can sing both high and low :
Every wise man's son doth know.
Sir To. Good, good.
Present mirth hath present laughter ;
What's to come is still unsure :
Youth's a staff will not endure.
Sir To. To hear by the nose, it is dulcet in contagion. But shall we make the welkin dance indeed ? Shall we rouse the night-owl in a catch, that will draw three souls out of one weaver ? shall we do that?
Sir And. An you love me, let's do't: I am dog at a catch.
Clo. Hold thy peace, thou knave, knight? I shall be constrained in't, to call thee knave, knight.
Sir And. 'Tis not the first time I have constrained one to call me knave. Begin, fool; it begins, Hold thy peace.
Clo. I shall never begin, if I hold my peace.
[They sing a catch.
Enter MARIA. Mar. What a caterwauling do you keep here! If my lady have not called up her steward, Malvolio, and bid him turn you out of doors, never trust me.
Sir To. My lady's a Cataian, we are politicians; Malvolio's a Peg-a-Ramsey, and Three merry men we be. Am not I consanguineous ? am I not of her blood ? Tilley-valley, lady! There dwelt a man in Babylon, lady, lady!
[Singing. Clo. Beshrew me, the knight's in admirable fooling.
Sir And. Ay, he does well enough, if he be disposed, and so do I too; he does it with a better grace, but I do it more natural.
Sir To. O the twelfth day of December,– [Singing.