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means for this uncivil rule ; she shall know of it by this hand.

[Exit. Mar. Go shake your ears.

Sir And. 'Twere as good a deed as to drink when a man's a hungry, to challenge him to the field, and then to break promise with him, and make a fool of him.

Sir To. Do 't, Knight; I'll write thee a challenge : or I'll deliver thy indignation to him by word of mouth.

Mar. Sweet Sir Toby, be patient for to-night ; fince the youth of the Duke's was to-day with my Lady, she is much out of quiet. For Monsieur Malvolio, let me alone with him : if I do not gull him into a nay-word, and make him a common recreation, do not think I have wit enough to lie straight in my bed. I know I can do it.

Sir To. Possess us, possess us ; tell us something of


Mar. Marry, Sir, sometimes he is a kind of a Puritan.

Sir And. O, if I thought that, I'd beat him like a dog.

Sir To. What, for being a Puritan ? thy exquisite reafon, dear Knight.

Sir And. i have no exquisite reason for’t, but I have reason good enough.

Mar. The devil a Puritan that he is, or any thing constantly but a time-pleaser ; 'an affection’d * ass, that cons state without book, and utters it by great

swaths : the best persuaded of himself: so cramm'd, as he thinks, with excellencies, that it is his ground of faith, that all that look on him, love him; and on that vice in him will my revenge find notable cause to work.

Sir To. What wilt thou do?

Mar. I will drop in his way fome obscure epiftles of love, wherein, by the colour of his beard, the shape of his leg, the manner of his gate, the expressure of his eye, forehead, and complexion, he shall find himself most feelingly personated. I can write very like my Lady your niece; on a forgotten matter we can hardly make diftinction of, our hands. Sir To. Excellent, I smell a device.

Affe&tioned, for full of affe&tation.

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 niece, and that she 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


Mar. Ass, I doubt not.
Sir And. O, 'twill be admirable.

Mar. Sport royal, I warrant you : I know my physic 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, Penthesilea. Sir And. Before me, she's a good wench:

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

Sir And. I was ador'd once too.

Sir To. Let's to bed, Knight : thou hadft need send for more money.

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

Sir To. Send for money, 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.


SCENE V. Changes to the palace.

Enter Dake, Viola, Curio, and others. Duke. Give me some music; now, good morrow, Now, good Cefario, but that piece of fong, [friends : That old and antique song, we heard last night; Methought it did relieve my passion much; More than light airs, and recollected * Of these most brisk and giddy-paced times. Come, but one verse.

* Recollected for studied.


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

Duke. Who was it ?

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

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

Vio. “ It gives a very echo from the seat 66 where love is thron'd.

Duke. Thou doft fpeak masterly.
My life upon't, young though thou art, thine eye
Hath staid upon some favour that it loves :
Hath it not, boy?

Vis. A little, by your favour.
Duke. What kind of woman is 't ?
Vio. Of your complexion.
Duke. She is not worth thee then. What years, i' faith!
Vio. About your years, my Lord,

Duke. “ Too old, by Heaven ; let still the woman take *6 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 worn, Than womens' are.

Vio. 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 fair flower,
Being once display'd, doth fall that very hour.

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

Enter Curio, and Clown. Duke. O fellow, come; the song we had last night.

Mark it, Cefatio, it is old and plain;
“ The spiniters and the knitters in the fun,
" And the free maids that weave their thread with
" Do use to chant it: it is filly footh, [bones,
« And tallies with the innocence of love,
Like the old

Clo. Are you ready, Sir ?
Duke. Ay; pr’ythee, sing.

S O N G.
" Come away, come away, death,

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

I am slain by a fair cruel mcil.
My fhrowd of white, ftuck all with yow,

" O, prepare it.
My part of death no one fo-true

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

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

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

Lay me, O! where 66 True lover never find 1:1y grave,

To weep there. Duke. There's for thy pains. . Clo. 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 other.

Duke. Give me now leave to leave thee.

Glo. Now the melancholy God protect thee, and the tailor make thy doublet of changeable taffata, for thy mind is a very opal *. I would have men of such conftancy put to sea, that their business might be every thing, and their intent no where; for that's it that always makes a good voyage of nothing. Farewel.

[Exit. • A precious stone of almost all colours. Mr. Pope.

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Duke. Let all the rest give place. Once more, Ceo

Get thee to yond fame fovereign cruelty :
Tell her, my love, more noble than the world,
Prizes not quantity of dirty lands ;
The parts that Fortune hath bestow'd


Tell her, I hold as giddily as Fortune:
But 'tis that miracle, and qucen


That Nature pranks, her mind, attracts my soul.

Vio. But if she cannot love you, Sir-
Duke. I cannot be so answer'd.
Vio. Sooth, but you

Say, that some lady, as perhaps there is,
Hath for your love as great a pang of heart

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

Duke. There is no woman's sides
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


be call'd appetite :
No motion of the liver, but the palate,
That suífers surfeit, cloyment, and revolt :
But mine is all as hungry as the sea,
And can digest 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 dost thou know?

Vio. Too well what love women to men may owe;
In faith, they are as true of heart as we.
My father had a daughter lov'd a man,
As it might be, perhaps, were I a woman,
I should your Lord'hip.

Duke. And what's her history?

Vio. ' A blank, my Lord: he never told her love, • But let concealment, like a worm i'th'bud, * Feed on her damatk cheek : she pin'd in thcuzlt; • And, with a green and yellow melancholy, + She lat like Patience on a monument,

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