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Sir And. I have't in my nose too.

Sir To. He shall think by the letters, that thou wilt drop, that they come from my Neice, and that the is in love with him.

Mar. My purpose is, indeed, a horse of that colour.
Sir And. And your horse now would make him an ass.
Mar. Afs, I doubt not.
Sir And. O, 'twill be admirable.

Mar. Sport royal, I warrant you: I know, my phy. fick will work with him. I will plant you two, and let the fool make a third, where he shall find the letter : observe his construction of it: for this night to bed, and dream on the event. Farewel.

[Exit. Sir To. Good night, Penthihlea. Sir Andi Before me, fhe's a good wench.

Sir To. She's a beagle, true-bred, and one that ad ores me ; what o' that?

Sir And.. I was ador'd once too.

Sir . Let's to bed, Knight : thou hadît need send for more mony.

Sir And. If I cannot recover your Neice, I am a foul way out.

Sir To. Send for mony, Knight ; if thou hast her not i' th' end, call me cut.

Sir And. If I do not, never trust me, take it how you will.

Sir To. Come, come, I'll go burn some fack, 'tis too late to go to bed now: come, Knight ; come, Knight.

SCEN E changes to the Palace.
Enter Duke, Viola, Curio, and others.
IV E me some mufick; now, good morrow

friends :
Now, good Cesario, but that piece of song,
That old and antique fong, we heard last night ;
Methought, it did relieve my passion much;
More than light airs, and recollected terms
Of these moft brisk and giddy-paced times.
Come, but one verse.


Duke. GIVE

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Cur. He is not here, so please your Lordship, that should fing it.

Duke. Who was it?

Cur. Fefte, the jester, my Lord, a fool that the Lady
Olivia's father took much delight in. He is about the
Duke. Seek him out, and play the tune the while.

[Exit Curio. [Muficki
Come hither, boy; if ever thou shalt love,
In the fweet pangs of it, remember me;
For such as I am, all true lovers are;
Unstaid and skittish in all motions else,
Save in the constant image of the creature
That is belov'd. How doft thou like this tunes

Vio. It gives a very echo to the feat
Where love is thrond:

Duke. Thou dost speak mafterly.
My life upon't, young tho' thou art, thine eye:
Hath staid upon some favour that ic loves :
Hath it not, boy?

Vio. A little, by your favour.
Duke. What kind of woman is't?
Pio. Of your complexion,

She is not worth thee then. What years, i'faith?
Rio. About your years, my Lord..

Duke. Too old, by heav'n ; let still the woman take:
An elder than herself, so wears she to him ;
So sways she level in her husband's heart,
For, boy, however we do praise ourselves,
Our fancies are more giddy and unfirm,
More longing, wavering, sooner loft and won,
Than women's are.

Vië. I think it well, my lord.

Duke. Then let thy love be younger than thyself,
Or thy affection cannot hold the bent :
For women are as roses, whose
Being once display a, doth fall that very hour.

Vio: And so they are: alas, that they are so,
To die, even when they to perfection grow!



whose fair flower,


Enter Curio and Clown.
Duke. O fellow, come; the song we had laft night,
Mark it, Cefario, it is old and plain ;
The spinsters and the knitters in the fun,
And the free maids that wave their thread with bones,
Do use to chant it: it is filly footh,
And dallies with the innocence of love,
Like the old age.

Clo. Are you ready, Sir ?
Duke. Ay ; pr'ythee, fing.

Come away, come away, death,

And in fad cypress let me be laid ; Fly away, fly away, breath,

I am Jain by a fair cruel maid. My shrowd of white, fuck all with

, prepare it.
My part of death no one so true

Did share it.
Not a flower, not a flower sweet,

On my black cofin let there be fren:
Not a friend, not a friend greet

My poor corps, where my bones shall be thrown.
A thousand thousand fighs to save,

Lay me, O! where
True lover never find my grave,

To weep there.


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Duke. There's for thy pains.
Cl. No pains, Sir ; I take pleasure in singing, Sir.

Duke. I'll pay thy pleasure then.
Clo. Truly, Sir, and pleasure will be paid one time or

Duke. Give me now leave to leave thee.

Clo. Now the melancholy God protect thee, and the taylor make thy doublet of changeable taffata, for thy mind is a very opal! I would have men of such constancy


put to sea, that their business might be every thing, and their intent every where ; -for that's it, that always makes a good voyage of nothing. Farewel. [Exit. Duke. Let all the rest give place. Once more, Ces

Get thee to yond fame sovereign cruelty :
Tell her, my love, more noble than the world,
Prizes not quantity of dirty lands ;
The parts, that fortune hath bestow'd upon her,
Tell her, I hold as giddily as fortune ::
But 'tis that miracle, and Queen of Gems,
That nature pranks her in, attracts my

foul. Vio. But if the cannot love you, SirDuke. It cannot be so answer'd.

Vio. Sooth, but you must.
Say, that fome Lady, as, perhaps, there is,
Hath for your love as great a pang of heart

you have for Olivia : you cannot love her ; You tell her so; muft she not then be answer'd ?

Duke. There is no woman's fides
Can bide the beating of so strong a passion,
As love doth give my heart: no woman's heart
So big to hold so much; they lack retention,
Alas, their love may be call'd appetite :
No motion of the liver, but the palate,
That suffers furfeit, cloyment, and revolt's
But mine is all as hungry as the sea,
And can digeft as much; make no compare
Between that love a woman can bear me,
And that I owe Olivia.

Vio. Ay, but I know

Duke. What doft thou know? · Vio. Too well what love women to men my owe:;:. In faith, they are as true of heart, as we. My father had a daughter lov'd a man, As it might be, pernaps, were I a woman, I should your Lordship.

Duke. And what's her hiftory?

Vio. A blank, my Lord : she never told her love, But let concealment, like a worm i' th'bud,


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Feed on lier damask cheek: the pin'd in thought;
And, with a green and yellow melancholy,
She fat like Patience on a monuments.
Smiling at grief. Was not this love, indeed ?
We men may say more, swear more, but, indeed,
Our shews are more than will; for ftill we prove-
Much in our vows, but little in our love.

Duke. But dy'd thy fifter of her love, my boy?

Vio. I'm all the daughters of my father's house,
And all the brothers too-and yet I know not
Sir, shall I to this Lady?

Duke. Ay, that's the theam.
To her in hafte; give her this jewel : say,
My love can give no place, bide no denay. [Exekut:

S CEN E changes to Olivia's Garden,

Enter Sir Toby, Sir Andrew, and Fabian. Sir To. COME thy ways, Signior Fabian

Fab. Nay, I'll come; if I lose a scruple of this fport, let me be boiled to death with melancholy.

Sir To. Would'st thou not be glad to have the nig. gardly rascally sheep-biter come by some notable shame?

Fab. I would exult, man ; you know, he brought me out of favour with my Lady, about a bear-baiting here.

Sir To. To anger him, we'll have the bear again; and we will fool him black and blue, thall we not, Sir Andrew?? Sir And. An we do not, it's pity of our lives.

Enter Maria.. Sir To. Here comes the little villain : how now, my nettle of India ?

Mar. Get ye all three into the box-tree ; Malvolio's coming down this walk, he has been yonder i' th' fun practising behaviour to his own shadow this half hour. Observe him, for the love of mockery; for, I know

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