that my defire of having is the fin of covetoufnefs; but, as you fay, Sir, let your bounty take a nap, I will awake [Exit Clown,

it anon.

Enter Antonio, and Officers.

Vio. Here comes the man, Sir, that did rescue me. Duke. That face of his I do remember well; Yet when I faw it laft, it was besmear'd As black as Vulcan, in the fmoak of war: A bawbling veffel was he captain of, For fhallow draught and bulk unprizable, With which fuch fcathful grapple did he make With the most noble bottom of our fleet, That very envy and the tongue of lofs Cry'd fame and honour on him.

What's the matter?

Offi. Orfio, this is that Antonio,

That took the Phoenix and her fraught from Candy;
And this is he, that did the Tyger board.
When your young nephew Titus loft his leg:
Here in the streets, desperate of shame and state,
In private brabble did we apprehend him.

Vio. He did me kindnefs, Sir; drew on my
But in conclufion put strange speech upon me,
I know not what 'twas, but diftraction.

fide;

Duke. Notable pirate! thou falt water thief! What foolish boldness brought thee to their mercies, Whom thou in terms fo bloody, and fo dear, Haft made thine enemies?

Ant. Orfino, noble Sir,

Be pleas'd that I fhake off these names you give me:
Antonio never yet was thief, or pirate;

Though I confefs, on bafe and ground enough,
Orfino's enemy. A witchcraft drew me hither:
That moft ungrateful boy there, by your fide,
From the rude fea's enrag'd and foamy mouth
Did I redeem; a wreck patt hope he was:
His life I gave him, and did thereto add
My love without retention or reftraint;
All his in dedication. For his fake,
Did I expose my self (pure, for his love)

Into the danger of this adverfe town;
Drew to defend him, when he wa befet;
Where being apprehended, his falfe cunning
(Not meaning to partake with me in danger)
Taught him to face me out of his acquaintance;
And grew a twenty years removed thing,

While one would wink: deny'd me mine own purfe,
Which I had recommended to his use

Not half an hour before.

Vio. How can this be?

Duke. When came he to this town?

Ant. To day, my lord; and for three months before (No Interim, not a minute's vacancy,)

Both day and night did we keep company.

Enter Olivia, and Attendants.

Duke. Here comes the countess; now heav'n walks on earth.

But for thee, fellow, fellow, thy words are madness :
Three months this youth hath tended upon me;
But more of that anon Take him afide.

Oli. What would my lord, but that he may not have, Wherein Olivia may feem ferviceable?

Cefario, ou do not keep promife with me.

Vio. Madam!

Duke. Gracious Olivia,

Oli. What do you fay, Cefario? Good my lord-
Vio. My lord would speak, my duty hushes me.
Oli. If it be aught to the old tune, my lord,
It is as fat and fulfome to mine ear,

As howling after mufick.

Duke. Still fo cruel?

Oli, Still fo conftant, lord.

Duke. What, to perverfenefs? you uncivil lady,
To whole ingrate and unaufpicious altars

My foul the faithfull'it offerings has breath'd out,
That e'er devotion tender'd. What fhall I do?

Oli. Ev'n what it please my lord, that shall become

him.

Duke.

that my defire of having is the fin of covetoufnefs; but, as you fay, Sir, let your bounty take a nap, I will awake it anon. [Exit Clown,

Enter Antonio, and Officers.

Vio. Here comes the man, Sir, that did rescue me.

Duke. That face of his I do remember well;

Yet when I faw it laft, it was besmear'd

As black as Vulcan, in the smoak of war:
A bawbling veffel was he captain of,
For fhallow draught and bulk unprizable,
With which fuch fcathful grapple did he make
With the most noble bottom of our fleet,
That very envy and the tongue of lofs

Cry'd fame and honcur on him. What's the matter?
Offi. Orfio, this is that Antonio,

That took the Phenix and her fraught from Candy ;
And this is he, that did the Tyger board.
When your young nephew Titus loft his leg:
Here in the streets, defperate of fhame and state,
In private brabble did we apprehend him.

Vio. He did me kindness, Sir; drew on my fide;
But in conclufion put ftrange fpeech upon me,
I know not what 'twas, but diftraction.

Duke. Notable pirate! thou filt water thief!
What foolish boldness brought thee to their mercies,
Whom thou in terms fo bloody, and fo dear,
Haft made thine enemies?

Ant. Orfino noble Sir,

Be pleas'd that I shake off these names you give me :
Antonio never yet was thief, or pirate;

Though I confefs, on bafe and ground enough,
Orfino's enemy. A witchcraft drew me hither:
That moft ungrateful boy there, by your fide,
From the rude fea's enrag'd and foamy mouth
Did I redeem; a wreck patt hope he was:
His life I gave him, and did thereto add
My love without retention or restraint;
All his in dedication. For his fake,
Did I expose my felf (pure, for his love)

Into the danger of this adverse town;
Drew to defend him, when he wa befet;
Where being apprehended, his falfe cunning
(Not meaning to partake with me in danger)
Taught him to face me out of his acquaintance;
And grew a twenty years removed thing,
While one would wink: deny'd me mine own purse,
Which I had recommended to his ufe

Not half an hour before.

Vio. How can this be?

Duke. When came he to this town?

Ant. To day, my lord; and for three months before (No Interim, not a minute's vacancy,)

Both day and night did we keep company.

Enter Olivia, and Attendants.

Duke. Here comes the countess; now heav'n walks on
earth.

But for thee, fellow, fellow, thy words are madness:
Three months this youth hath tended upon me;
But more of that anon Take him afide.

Oli. What would my lord, but that he may not have, Wherein Olivia may feem ferviceable?

Cefario, ou do not keep promise with me.

Vio. Madam!

Duke. Gracious Olivia,

Oli. What do you fay, Cefario? Good my lord-
Vio. My lord would speak, my duty hushes me.
Oli. If it be aught to the old tune, my lord,
It is as fat and fulsome to mine ear,

As howling after musick.

Duke. Still fo cruel?

Oli, Still fo conftant, lord.

Duke. What, to perverfenefs? you uncivil lady,
To whofe ingrate and unaufpicious altars

My foul the faithfull'it offerings has breath'd out,
That e'er devotion tender'd. What fhall I do?

Oli. Ev'n what it please my lord, that shall become

him.

Duke.

Duke. Why should I not, had I the heart to do't, (13)
Like to th' Egyptian thief, at point of death
Kill what I love? (a favage jealoufie,

That sometimes favours nobly;) but hear me this:
Since you to non-regardance caft my faith,
And that I partly know the inftrument,

That fcrews me from my true place in your favour :
Live you the marble-breafted tyrant ftill.

But this your minion, whom, I know, you love,
And whom, by heav'n, I fwear, I tender dearly,
Him will I tear out of that cruel eye,

Where he fits crowned in his malter's fpight.

Come, boy, with me; my thoughts are ripe in mifchief: I'll facrifice the lamb that I do love,

To fpight a raven's heart within a dove.

[Duke going. Vio. And I moft jocund, apt, and willingly,

To do you reft, a thousand deaths would die. [following.

(13) Why should I not, bad I the Heart to do it,

Like to th' Egyptian Thief, at point of Death

Kill what I love?] In this Simile, a particular Story is prefuppos'd; which ought to be known, to fhew the Juftness and Propriety of the Comparison. It is taken from Heliodorus's Atbiopics, to which our Author was indebted for the Allufion. This Egyptian Thief was Thyamis, who was a Native of Memphis, and at the Head of a Band of Robbers. Theagenes and Chariclea falling into their Hands, Thyamis fell defperately in Love with the Lady, and would have married her. Soon after, a stronger Body of Robbers coming down upon Thyamis's Party, He was in fuch fears for his Mistress, that he had fhut her into a Cave with his Treature. It was customary with those Barbarians, when they defpair'd of their own Safety, firft to make away with Thofe whom they beld dear, and defired for Companions in the next Life. Thyamis, therefore, benetted round with his Enemies, raging with Love, Jealoufy, and Anger, went to his Cave; and calling aloud in the Egyptian Tongue, fo foon as He heard himself answer'd towards the Cave's Mouth by a Grecian, making to the Perfon by the Direction of her Voice, he caught her by the Hair with his left Hand, and (fuppofing her to be Chariclea) with his right Hand plung'd his Sword into her Breaft.