That I am ready to distrust mine eyes,

And wrangle with my reason, that perfuades me
To any other truft, but that I'm mad,

Or elfe the lady's mad; yet if 'twere so,

She could not fway her house, command her followers,
Take, and give back affairs, and their dispatch,
With fuch a smooth, difcreet, and ftable bearing,
As I perceive she does; there's fomething in 't
That is deceivable. But here fhe comes.

Enter Olivia and Prieft.

Oli. Blame not this hafte of mine: if you mean well, Now go with me, and with this holy man,

Into the chantry by; there before him,
And underneath that confecrated roof,
Plight me the full affurance of your faith;
That my moft jealous and too doubtful foul
May live at peace. He fhall conceal it,
Whiles you are willing it fhall come to note;
What time we will our celebration keep
According to my birth. What do you say?

Seb. I'll follow this good man, and go with you;

And having fworn truth, ever will be true.

Oli. Then lead the way, good father; and heav'ns

fo fhine,

That they may fairly note this act of mine!

[Exeunt

ACT V. SCENE I.

The Street.

Enter Clown, and Fabian.

Fab. NOW, as thou lov'st me, let me see his

letter.

Clo. Good Mr Fabian, grant me another request.
Fab. Any thing.

Clo. Do not defire to see this letter.

Fab. This is to give a dog, and in recompence defire my dog again,

Enter Duke, Viola, Curio, and Lords.

Duke. Belong you to the Lady Olivia, friends?
Clo. Ay, Sir, we are fome of her trappings.

Duke. I know thee well; how doft thou, my good fellow?

Clo. Truly, Sir, the better for my foes, and the worfe for my friends.

Duke. Juft the contrary; the better for thy friends. Clo. No, Sir, the worse.

Duke. How can that be?

Clo. Marry, Sir, they praise me, and make an afs of me; now, my foes tell me plainly I am an afs; so that by my foes, Sir, I profit in the knowledge of myfelf; and by my friends I am abufed: fo that conclufion to be asked, is, if your four negatives make your two affirmatives, why, then the worfe for my friends, and the better for my foes.

Duke. Why, this is excellent.

Clo. By my troth, Sir, no, though it pleafe you to be one of my friends.

Duke. Thou shalt not be the worse for

gold.

me, there's

Clo. But that it would be double dealing, Sir, Ι would you could make it another.

Duke. O, you give me ill counsel.

Clo. Put your Grace in your pocket, Sir, for this once, and let your flesh and blood obey it.

Duke. Well, I will be fo much a finner to be a double-dealer: there's another.

Clo. Primo, fecundo, tertio, is a good play; and the old faying is, the third pays for all: the triplex, Sir, is a good tripping measure; or the bells of St Bennet, Sir, may put you in mind, one, two, three.

Duke. You can fool no more money out of me at this throw; if you will let your Lady know I am here to fpeak with her, and bring her along with you, it may awake my bounty further.

Clo. Marry, Sir, lullaby to your bounty till I come again. I go, Sir; but I would not have you to think, that my defire of having is the fin of covetoufnefs; but,

as you fay, Sir, let your bounty take a nap, and I will

awake it anon.

SCENE

[Exit Clown.

II.

Enter Antonio and Officers.

Vio. Here comes the man, Sir, that did refcue me.
Duke. That face of his I do remember well;
Yet when I faw it laft, it was befmear'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?

1 Off. Orfino, 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, defperate of fhame and ftate,
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 falt-water thief! What foolish boldnefs 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 thefe 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 paft 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 expofe myself (pure for his love)
Into the danger of this adverfe town;

Drew to defend him, when he was 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 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.

SCENE III. Enter Olivia and attendants.

Duke. Here comes the Countefs; 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 seem serviceable?

Cefario, you do not keep promife with me.
Vio. Madam!

Duke. Gracious Olivia,

Oli. What do you fay, Cefario? Good my LordVio. My Lord would fpeak, my duty hushes me. Oli. If it be aught to the old tune, my Lord, It is as flat and fulfome to mine ear

As howling after music.

Duke. Still fo cruel?

Oli. Still fo conftant, Lord.

Duke. What, to perverfenefs? You uncivil Lady, To whofe ingrate and inaufpicious altars

My foul the faithfull'ft 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. Why fhould I not, had I the heart to do 't, Like to th' Egyptian thief*, at point of death

*The Egyptian thief was Thyamis. See the ftory in the Thea gines and Chariclea of Heliodorus.

Kill what I love? (a favage jealoufy,

That fometimes 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-breasted 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 master's spight.

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

[chief. 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. 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 shall love wife.
If I do feign, you witneffes 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 thyfelf? Is it fo long?

Call forth the holy father.

Duke. Come, away.

[To Viola.

Oli. Whither, my Lord? Cefario, husband, ftay.

Duke. Hufband?

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

Vio. No, my Lord, not I.

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

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

O welcome, father.

Enter Prieft.

Father, I charge thee by thy reverence,
Here to unfold (tho' lately we intended
To keep in darkness, what occafion now
VOL. III.

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