Oli. Where goes Cefario?

Vio. After him I love,

More than I love these eyes, more than my life;
More, by all mores, than e'er I fhall love wife.
If I do feign, you witnesses above

Punish my life, for tainting of my love!

Oli. Ay me, detefted! how am I beguil'd?

Vio. Who does beguile you? who does do you wrong? Oli. Haft thou forgot thy felf? is it fo long?

Call forth the holy father.

Duke. Come, away.

[To Viola.

Oli Whither, my lord? Cefario, husband, ftay.
Duke. Husband?

Oli. Ay, husband. Can he that deny ?
Duke. Her husband, firrah?

Vio. No, my lord, not I.

Oli. Alas, it is the baseness of thy fear,
That makes thee ftrangle thy propriety:
Fear not, Cefario, take thy fortunes up:

Be that, thou know'ft, thou art, and then thou art
As great, as that thou fear'ft.

O welcome, father.

Enter Prieft.

Father, I charge thee by thy feverence
Here to unfold, (tho' lately we intended
To keep in darkness, what occafion now
Reveals before 'tis ripe) what, thou dost know,
Hath newly past between this youth and me.
Prieft. A contract of eternal bond of love,
Confirm'd by mutual joinder of your hands,
Attefted by the holy close of lips,

Strengthred by enterchangement of your rings;
And all the ceremony of this compact

Seal'd in my function, by my teftimony:

Since when, my watch hath told me, tow'rd my grave

I have travell'd but two hours.

Duke. O thou diffembling cub! what wilt thou be, When time hath fow'd a grizzel on thy cafe? VOL. III.

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Or will not else thy craft fo quickly grow,
'That thine own trip fhall be thine overthrow?
Farewel, and take her; but direct thy feet,
Where thou and I henceforth may never meet.
Vio. My lord, I do proteft

Oli. O, do not swear;

Hold little faith, tho' thou haft too much fear!

Enter Sir Andrew, with his head broke.`

Sir And. For the love of God a furgeon, and send one prefently to Sir Toby.

Oli. What's the matter?

Sir And. H'as broke my head a-crofs, and given Sir Toby a bloody coxcomb too: for the love of God, your help. I had rather than forty pound, I were at home. Oli. Who has done this, Sir Andrew?

Sir And. The count's gentleman, one Cefario; we took him for a coward, but he's the very devil incardi

nate.

Duke. My gentleman, Cefario?

Sir And. Od's lifelings, here he is: you broke my head for nothing; and that that I did, I was fet on to do't by Sir Toby.

Vio. Why do you speak to me? I never hurt you: You drew your fword upon me, without caufe; But I befpake you fair, and hurt you not.

Enter Sir Toby, and Clown.

Sir And. If a bloody coxcomb be a hurt, you have hurt me: I think, you fet nothing by a bloody coxcomb. Here comes Sir Toby halting, you fhall hear more; but if he had not been in drink, he would have tickled you other-gates than he did.

Duke. How now, gentleman? how is't with you? Sir To. That's all one, he has hurt me, and there's an end on't; fot, didft fee Dick Surgeon, fot?

Ch. O he's drunk, Sir Toby, above an hour agone; his eyes were fet at eight i'th' morning.

Sir. To. Then he's a rogue, and a paít-measure Painim. I hate a drunken rogue.

Oli. Away with him: who hath made this havock with them?

Sir And. I'll help you, Sir Toby, because we'll be dreft together.

Sir To. Will you help an afs-head, and a coxcomb, and a knave, a thin-fac'd knave, a gull?

[Exeunt Clo. To. and And. Oli. Get him to bed, and let his hurt be look'd to.

Enter Sebaftian.

your

Seb. I am forry, Madam, I have hurt
But had it been the brother of my blood,
I must have done no less with wit and fafety.

kinfman:

[All fand in amaze, You throw a ftrange regard on me, by which,

= I do perceive, it hath offended you; Pardon me, fweet one, even for the vows We made each other, but fo late ago.

Duke. One face, one voice, one habit, and two per

fons;

A nat❜ral perspective, that is, and is not!

Seb. Antonio, O my dear Antonio!

How have the hours rack'd and tortur'd me,
Since I have loft thee?

Ant. Sebaftian are you?

Seb. Fear'st thou that, Antonio!

Ant. How have you made divifion of your felf?
An apple, cleft in two, is not more twin
Than these two creatures. Which is Sebaftian?

Oli. Moft wonderful!

Seb. Do I ftand there? I never had a brother:
Nor can there be that deity in my nature,
Of here and every where. I had a fifter,

Whom the blind waves and furges have devour'd:
Of charity, what kin are you to me?

[To Viola.

What countryman? what name? what parentage?
Vio. Of Meffaline; Sebaftian was my father;

Such a Sebaftian was my brother too:
So went he fuited to his wat'ry tomb.
If fpirits can affume both form and fuit,

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You come to fright us.

Seb. A fpirit I am, indeed;

But am in that dimenfion grofsly clad,
Which from the womb I did participate.
Were you a woman, as the reft goes even,
I should my tears let fall upon your cheek,
And say, "Thrice welcome, drowned Viola!
Vio. My father had a mole upon his brow.
Seb. And fo had mine.

Vio. And dy'd that day, when Viola from her birth Had numbred thirteen years.

Seb. O, that record is lively in my foul;
He finished, indeed, his mortal act,

That day that made my fifter thirteen years.
Vio. If nothing lets to make us happy both,
But this my mafculine ufurp'd attire;

Do not embrace me, 'till each circumstance
Of place, time, fortune, do cohere and jump,
That I am Viola; which to confirm,

I'll bring you to a captain in this town

Where lye my maids weeds; (14) by whofe gentle help I was preferr'd to serve this noble Duke.

All the occurrence of my fortune fince

Hath been between this Lady, and this Lord.

Seb. So comes it, Lady, you have been miftook:

But nature to her bias drew in that.

You would have been contracted to a maid,

-by whofe gentle Help

[To Olivia.

(14) I was preferv'd to ferve this noble Duke.] Tho' this be Senfe, and poffeffes all the printed Copies, yet I suspect, from the Similitude in the two Words prefer'd and ferve (a Samenefs of Sound, which Shakespeare would, probably, have avoided;) the Copyifts, or Men at Prefs, committed a flight Mistake. When the Captain and Viola first appear upon the Stage, She fays to him;

-I'll ferve this Duke ;

Thou Jhalt prefent me, &c.

I therefore believe, the Author wrote, as I have reform'd the Text.

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Nor are you therein, by my life, deceiv'd;
You are betroth'd both to a maid, and man.
Duke. Be not amaz'd right-noble is his blood:
If this be fo, as yet the glafs feems true,
I fhall have thare in this moft happy wreck.
Boy, thou haft faid to me a thousand times,
Thou never fhould'ft love woman like to me.
Vio. And all thofe fayings will I over-fwear,
And all those fwearings keep as true in foul;
As doth that orbed continent the fire,
That fevers day from night.

Duke. Give me thy hand,

[To Vio.

And let me fee thee in thy woman's weeds.
Vio. The captain, that did bring me firft on fhore,
Hath my
maids garments: he upon fome action

Is now in durance, at Malvolio's fuit,

A gentleman and follower of my lady's.

Öli. He fhall enlarge him: fetch Malvolio hither. And yet, alas, now I remember me,

They fay, poor gentleman! he's much distract.

Enter the Clown with a Letter, and Fabian.

A most extracting frenzy of mine own
From my remembrance clearly banish'd his.
How does he, firrah?

Clo. Truly, Madam, he holds Belzebub at the flave's end, as well as a man in his cafe may do: h'as here writ a letter to you, I fhould have given't you to day morning. But as a mad-man's epiftles are no gofpels, fo it skills not much, when they are deliver'd.

Oli. Open't, and read it.

Clo. Look then to be well edify'd, when the fool delivers the mad-man-By the Lord, Madam, [Reads Oli. How now, art mad?

Clo. No, Madam, I do but read madnefs: an your Ladyship will have it as it ought to be, you must allow Vox.

Oli. Pr'ythee, read it, i'thy right wits. Clo. So I do, Madona; but to read his right wits, is to read thus therefore perpend, my princefs, and give ear,

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Oli.