Oli. Where goes Cefario? Vio. After him I love, More than I love these eyes, more than my life; 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. Oli. Ay, husband. Can he that deny ? Vio. No, my lord, not I. Oli. Alas, it is the baseness of thy fear, Be that, thou know'ft, thou art, and then thou art O welcome, father. Enter Prieft. Father, I charge thee by thy feverence Strengthred by enterchangement of your rings; 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. H Or Or will not else thy craft fo quickly grow, 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 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, Ant. Sebaftian are you? Seb. Fear'st thou that, Antonio! Ant. How have you made divifion of your felf? Oli. Moft wonderful! Seb. Do I ftand there? I never had a brother: Whom the blind waves and furges have devour'd: [To Viola. What countryman? what name? what parentage? Such a Sebaftian was my brother too: H 2 You You come to fright us. Seb. A fpirit I am, indeed; But am in that dimenfion grofsly clad, Vio. And dy'd that day, when Viola from her birth Had numbred thirteen years. Seb. O, that record is lively in my foul; That day that made my fifter thirteen years. Do not embrace me, 'till each circumstance 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. Nor 7 Nor are you therein, by my life, deceiv'd; Duke. Give me thy hand, [To Vio. And let me fee thee in thy woman's weeds. 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 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, H 3 Oli. |