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Wherein Olivia may seem serviceable!~ Priest. A contract of eternal bond of love, Cesario, you do not keep promise with me. Confirm'd my mutual joinder of your hands, Vio. Madam?
Attested by the holy close of lips, Duke. Gracious Olivia,
Strengthen’d by interchangement of your rings; Oli. What do you say, Cesario?--Good And all the ceremony of this compact my lord,
Seal'd in my function, by my testimony: Vio. My lord would speak, my duty hushes Since when, my watch hath told me, toward
my grave, Oli. If it be aught to the old tune, my lord, I have travellid but two hours. It is as fat* and fulsome to mine ear,
Duke. O, thou dissembling cub! what wilt As howling after music.
thou be, Duke. Still so cruel ?
When time hath sow'd a grizzle on thy case ?* Oli. Still so constant, lord.
Or will not else thy craft so quickly grow, Duke. What! to perverseness? you uncivil That thine own trip shall be thine overthrow? lady,
Farewell, and take her; but direct thy feet, To whose ingrate and unauspicious altars Were thou and I henceforth may never meet. My soul the faithfull'st offerings hath breath'd Vio. My lord, I do protest,-out,
Oli. O, do not swear;
(fear. That e'er devotion tender'd! What shall I do? Hold little faith, though thou hast too much Oli. Even what it please my lord, that shall Enter Sir ANDREW AGUE-CHEEK, with his become him.
head broke. Duke. Why should I not, had I the heart to
Sir And. For the love of God, a surgeon ; do it,
send one presently to Sir Toby. Like to the Egyptian thief, at point of death,
Oli. What's the matter? Kill what I love; a savage jealousy, [this : That sometimes savours nobly?-But hear me has given Sir Toby a bloody coxcomb too : for
Sir And. He has broke my head across, and Since you to non-regardance cast my faith, And that I partly know the instrument
the love of God, your help: I had rather than That screws me from my true place in your
forty pounds, I were at home.
Oli. Who has done this, Sir Andrew? favour,
Sir And. The count's gentleman, one CesaLive you, the marble-breasted tyrant, still ;
rio: we took him for a coward, but he's the But this, your minion, whom, I know, you love,
very devil incardinate.
Duke. My gentleman, Cesario !
Sir And. Od's lifelings here he is :-You Where he sits crowned in his master's spite. I did, I was set on to do't by Sir Toby.
broke my head for nothing; and that that I Come boy, with me; my thoughts are ripe in mischief:
Vio. Why do you speak to me? I never hurt 1'll sacrifice the lamb that I do love,
you: You drew your sword upon me, without To spite a raven's heart within a dove. [Going. cause; But I bespake you fair, and hurt you
not. Vio. And I, most jocund, apt and willingly To do you rest, a thousand deaths would die. have hurt me ; I think, you set nothing by a
Sir And. If a bloody coxcomb be a hurt, you
[Following Oli. Where goes Cesario?
bloody coxcomb. Vio. After him I love.
Enter Sir Toby BELCA, drunk, led by the More than I love these eyes, more than my life.
CLOWN. More, by all mores, than e'er I shall love wise; Here comes Sir Toby halting, you shall hear If I do feign, you witnesses above,
more: but if he had not been in drink, he Punish my life, for tainting of my love! would have tickled you othergatest than he
Oli. Ah me, detested ! how am I beguild! did.
wrong? Oli. Hast thou forgot thyself! Is it go Sir To. That's all one ; he has hurt me, and long Call forth the holy father.
there's the end on't. Sot, did'st see Dick sur
[Exit an Attendant. Duke. Come away.
Clo. O he's drunk, Sir Toby, an hour agone; Oli. Whither my lord ?--Cesario, husband, his eyes were set at eight i'the morning. stay.
Sir To. Then he's a rogue.
After a passyDuke. Husband ?
measure, or a pavin, f I hate a drunken rogue. Oli. Ay, husband ; Can he that deny? Oli. Away with him; Who hath made this Duke. Her husband, sirrah?
havoc with them? Vio. No, my lord, not I.
Sir And. I'll help you, Sir Toby, because Oli. Alas, it is the baseness of thy fear, we'll be dress'd together. That makes thee strangle thy propriety :t Sir To. Will you help an ass-head, and a Fear not, Cezario, take thy fortunes up; coxcomb, and a knave? a thin-faced knave, a Be that thou know'st thou art, and then thou gull?
Oli. Get him to bed, and let his hurt be look'd As great as that thou fear’st.-0, welcome, to.
Re-enter Attendant and PRIEST. (Exeunt Clown, Sir Toby, & Sir Andrew.] Father, I charge thee, by thy reverence,
Seb. I am sorry, madam, I have hurt your Reveals before 'tis ripe,) what thou dost know,
kinsman; Hath newly past between this youth and me. † Disown thy property.
Otherways: Serious danccs.
* Dull, gross,
But, had it been the brother of my blood, As doth that orb'd continent the fire
shore, Duke. One face, one voice, one habit, and Hath my maid's garments: he, upon some two persons :
action, A natural perspective, that is, and is not. Is now in durance; at Malvolio's suit, Seb. Antonio, O my dear Antonio!
A gentleman, and follower of my lady's. How have the hours rack'd and tortur'd me, Oli. He shall enlarge him :-Fetch Malvolio Since I have lost thee.
hither :Ant. Sebastian are you?
And yet, alas, now I remember me, Seb. Fears't thou that, Antonio?
They say, poor, gentleman, he's much distract. Ant. How have you made division of your Re-enter Clown, with a letter.
self? An apple, cleft in two, is not more twin
A most extracting frenzy of mine own Than these two creatures. Which is Sebastian?
From my remembrance clearly banish'd his.
How does he, Sirrah? Oli. Most wonderful ! Seb. Do I stand there? I never had a bro- stave's end, as well as a man in his case may
Clo. Truly, madam, he holds Belzebub at the ther : Nor can there be that deity in my nature,
do: he has here writ a letter to you, I should Of here and every.where. I had a sister,
have given it you to-day morning; but as a Whom the blind waves and surges have de
madman's epistles are no gospels, so it skills vour'd :
not much, when they are delivered. Of charity,* what kin are you to me?
Oli. Open it, and read it.
Clo. Look then to be well edified, when the [To Viola.
fool delivers the madman :-By the lord, madWhat countryman? what name? what
parentage? Vio. Of Messaline : Sebastian was my father:
Oli. How now! art thou mad? Such a Sebastian was my brother too,
Clo. No, madam, I do but read madness : So went he suited to his watery tomb :
an your ladyship will have it as it ought to be, If spirits can assume both form and suit
you must allow vox.* You come to fright us.
Oli. Pr'ythee, read i'thy right wits. Seb. A spirit I am, indeed;
Clo. So I do, madonna ; but to read his right But am in that dimension grossly clad.
wits, is to read thus: therefore perpend,t my Which from the womb I did participate,
princess, and give ear. Were you a woman, as the rest goes even,
Oli. Read it you, sirrah. [To Fabian. I should my tears let fall upon your cheek,
Fab. [Reads.] By the Lord,madam, you wrong And say— Thrice welcome, drown'd Viola!
me, and the world shall know it: though you have Vio. My father had a mole upon his brow. put me into darkness, and given your drunken Seb. And so had mine.
cousin rule over me, yet have I the benefit of my Vio. And died that day when Viola from her senses as well as your ladyship. I have your own birth
letter that induced me to the semblance I put on; Had number'd thirteen years.
with the which I doubt not but to do myself much Seb. O, that record is lively in my soul !
right, or you much shame. Think of me as you He finished, indeed, his mortal act,
please. I leare my duty a little unthought of, That day that made my sister thirteen years.
and speak out of my injury. Vio. If nothing letst to make us happy both,
The madly-used MALVOLIO. But this my masculine usurp'd attire,
Oli. Did he write this? Do not embrace me, till each circumstance
C'lo. Ay, madam. Of place, time, fortune, do cohere, and jump,
Duke. This savours not much of distraction. That I am Viola : which to confirm,
Oli. See him deliver'd, Fabian; bring him
hither. I'll bring you to a captain in this town,
[Exit Fabian. Where lie my maiden weeds ; by whose gentle My lord, so please you, these things further help
thought on, I was preserv'd, to serve this noble count:
To think me as well a sister as a wife, All the occurrence of my fortune since
One day shall crown the alliance on't, so please Hath been between this lady, and this lord.
you, Seb. So comes it, lady, you have been mis- Here at my house, and at my proper cost. took :
Duke. Madam, I am most apt to embrace But nature to her bias drew in that.
your offer. You would have been contracted to a maid ;
Your master quits you ; [To Viola.) and, for Nor are you therein, by my life, deceiv'd,
your service done him, You are betroth'd both to a maid and man.
So much against the mettles of your sex, Duke. Be not amaz'd: right noble is his So far beneath your soft and tender breeding, blood.
And since you call'd me master for so long, If this be so, as yet the glass seems true,
Here is my hand: you shall from this time be I shall have share in this most happy wreck:
Your master's mistress. Boy, thou hast said to me a thousand times,
Oli. A sister?--you are she.
[To V10LA. Re-enter Fabian with MALVOLIO. Thou never should'st love woman like to me. Duke. Is this the madman?
Vio. And all those sayings will I overswear ; Oli. Ay, my lord, this same : And all those swearings keep as true in soul, How now, Malvolio? * Out of charity tell me.
1 Attend. Frame and constitution
Mal. Madam, you have done me wrong, Oli. Alas, poor fool! how have they bafiled* Notorious wrong.
thee! Oli. Have I, Malvolio? no.
Clo. Why, some are born great, some achieve Mal. Lady you have. Pray you, peruse greatness, and some have greatness thrown upon that letter :
them. I was one, Sir, in this interlude ; one You must not now deny it is your hand, Sir Topas, Sir; but that's all one :-By the Write from it, if you can, in hand, or phrase; Lord, fool, I am not mad ;-But do you rememOr say, 'tis not your seal, nor your invention : ber? Madam, why laugh you at such a barren You can say none of this : Well, grant it then, rascal ? an you smile not, he's gaggd. And thus And tell me, in the modesty of honour, the whirligig of time brings in his revenges. Why you have given me such clear lights of Mal. I'll be revenged on the whole pack of favour; (you, you.
[Exit. Bade me come smiling, and cross-garter'd to Oli. He hath been most notoriously abus'd. To put on yellow stockings, and to frown Duke. Pursue him and entreat him to a Upon Sir Toby, and the lighter* people:
peace > And, acting this in an obedient hope, He hath not told us of the captain yet: Why have you suffer'd me to be imprison'd, When that is known and golden time convents,t Kept in a dark house, visited by the priest, A solemn combination shall be made And made the most notorious geck,t and gull, of our dear souls-Mean time, sweet sister, That e'er invention play'd on? tell me why. We will not part from hence.–Cesario, come ;
Oli. Alas, Malvolio, this is not my writing, For so you shall be, while you are a man ; Though, I consess, much like the character: But, when in other habits you are seen, But, out of question, 'tis Maria's hand. Orsino's mistress, and his fancy's queen, And now I do bethink me, it was she
(Eseunt. First told me, thou wast mad; then cam'st in
Song. smiling, And in such forms which here were presuppos'a Clo. When that I was and a little tiny boy, Upon thee in the letter. Pr'ythee, be content: With hey, ho, the wind and the rain, This practice hath most shrewdly pass'd upon
A foolish thing was but a toy,
For the rain it raineth every day. But, when we know the grounds and authors But when I came to man's estate, of it,
With hey, ho, the wind and the rain, Thou shalt be both the plaintiff and the judge 'Gainst kenave and thief men shut their gate, Of thine own cause.
For the rain it raineth every day. Fab. Good madam, hear me speak;
But when I came, alas ! to wive, And let no quarrel, nor no brawl to come,
With hey, ho, the wind and the rain, Taint the condition of this present hour,
By Swaggering could I never thrive,
But when I came unto my bed,
With hey, ho, the wind and the rain, We had conceiv'd against him : Maria writ
With toss-pots still had drunken head,
For the rain it raineth every day.
With hey, ho, the wind and the rain,
And we'll strive to please you every day. That have on both sides past.
(Exit. * Inferior.
Alonso, King of Naples.
MIRANDA, Daughter to Prospero
REAPERS, CALIBAN, a savage and deformed Slave.
Other Spirits attending on PROSPERO. TRINCULO, a Jester. STEPRARO, a drunken Butler.
SCENE, the Sea, with a ship; afterward an Master of a Ship, Boatswain, and Mariners.
him; his complexion is perfect gallows. Stand SCENE I.-On a Ship at Sea.
fast, good fate, to his hanging! make the rope
of his destiny our cable, for our own doth little . Storm, with Thunder and Lightning. advantage! If he be not born to be hanged, Enter a SRIP-MASTER and a BoatswAIN. our case is miserable.
(Exeunt. Mast. Boatswain,
Re-enter BOATSWAIN. Boals. Here, master : what cheer?
Boats. Down with the top-mast; yare ; lowMast. Good : Speak to the mariners: fall er, lower; bring her to try with main course! to't yarely,* or we run ourselves aground: be- [A cry within.] A plague upon this howling. stir, bestir.
[Exit. they are louder than the weather, or our office.-Enter MARINERS.
Re-enter SEBASTIAN, ANTONIo, and GonzalO. Boats. Heigh, my hearts ; cheerly, cheerly: Yet again ? what do you here? Shall we give my hearts; yare, yare: Take in the top-sail ; Tend to the master's whistle. ---Blow, till thou o'er, and drown? Have you a mind to sink? burst thy wind, if room enough!
Seb. A pox o' your throat? you bawling,
blasphemous, uncharitable dog! Enter Alonso, SEBASTIAN, ANTONIO, FERDI- Boats. Work you, then. NAND, GONZALO, and others.
Ant. Hang, cur, hang! you whoreson, insoAlon. Good boatswain, have care. Where's lent noise-maker, we are less afraid to be the master? Play the men.
drowned than thou art. Boats. I pray now, keep below.
Gon. I'll warrant him from drowning; though Ant. Where is the master, boatswain? the ship were no stronger than a nut-shell, and
Boats. Do you not hear him? You mar our as leaky as an unstanched* wench. labour! keep your cabins: you do assist the Boats. Lay her a-hold, a-hold ; set her two storm.
courses ; off to sea again, lay her off. Gon. Nay, good, be patient.
Enter MARINERS wet. Boats. When the sea is. Hence! What care Mar. All lost! to prayers, to prayers! all these roarers for the name of king? To cabin : lost !
Exeunt. silence : trouble us not.
Boats. What, must our mouths be cold? Gon. Good; yet remember whom thou hast Gon. The king and prince at prayers ! let aboard.
us assist them, Boats. None that I more love than myself. For our case is as theirs. You are a counsellor; if you can command Seb. I am out of patience. these elements to silence, and work the peace Ant. We are merelyt cheated of our lives bt of the present,t we will not hand a rope more; drunkards.use your authority. If you cannot, give thanks This wide-chapped rascal ;-—'Would, thou you have lived so long, and make yourself might'st lie drowning, ready in your cabin for the mischance of the The washing of ten tides ! hour, if it so hap.-Cheerly, good hearts.—Out Gon. He'll be hanged yet ; of our way, 1 say.
(E.cit. Though every drop of water swear against it, Gon. I have great comfort from this fellow : And gapeat wid'st to glut him. methinks, he hath no drowning mark upon
[.A confused noise within.] * Readily.
+ Present instant.
Mercy on us. We split, we split! Farewell, Pro. Thou had'st, and more, Miranda : But my wife and children -Farewell, brother !
how is it,
(else We split, we split, we split.
That this lives in thy mind? What seest thou Ant. Let's all sink with the king. [Exit. In the dark backward and abysm* of time? Seb. Let's take leave of him. Erit. If thou remember'st aught, ere thou cam'st here
Gon. Now would I give a thousand furlongs How thou cam'st here thou may'st. of sea for an acre of barren ground; long Mira. But that I do not. heath, brown furze, any thing: The wills above Pro. Twelve years since, Miranda, twelve be done! but I would fain die a dry death.
(Exit. Thy father was the duke of Milan, and
Mira. Sir, are not you my father?
Pro. Thy mother was a piece of virtue, and Mira. If by your art, my dearest father, you She said-thou wast my daughter; and thy have
father Put the wild waters in this roar, allay them : Was duke of Milan; and his only heir The sky, it seems would pour down stinking A princess ; no worse issued. pitch,
(cheek, Mira. O, the heavens ? But that the sea, mounting to the welkin's What foul play had we, that we came from Dashes the fire out. O, I have suffer'd
Or blessed was't we did ?
(thence? With those that I saw suffer! a brave vessel, Pro. Both, both, my girl : Who had no doubt some noble creatures in her, By foul play, as thou say'st, were we heav'd Dash'd all to pieces. O, the cry did knock But blessedly holp hither.
[thence ; Against my very heart! Poor souls ! they Mira. O, my heart bleeds perisha.
To think o' the teent that I have turn'd you to, Had I been any god of power, I would Which is from my remembrance! Please you, Have sunk the sea within the earth, or e'er*
[nio, It should the good ship so have swallowed, and Pro. My brother, and thy uncle, call'd AntoThe freighting souls within her.
I pray thee, mark me,—that a brother should Pro. Be collected;
Be so perfidious !-he whom, next thyself, No more amazement : tell your piteous heart, Of all the world I lovd, and to him put There's no harm done.
The manage of my state ; as, at that time, Mira. 0, wo the day!
Through all the signiories it was the first, Pro. No harm.
And Prospero the prime duke; being so reputed I have done nothing but in care of thee, (who In dignity, and, for the liberal arts, (Of thee, my dear one! thee, my daughter!) Without a parallel ; those being all my study, Art ignorant of what thou art, nought knowing The government I cast upon my brother, [ed, Of whence I am; nor that I am more better And to my state grew stranger, being transportThan Prospero, master of a full poor cell, And wrapt in secret studies. Thy false uncleAnd the no greater father.
Dost thou attend me? Mira. More to know
Mira. Sir, most heedfully. Did never meddle with my thoughts.
Pro. Being once perfected how to grant suits, Pro. 'Tis time
How to deny them; whom to advance, and I should inform thee further. Lend thy hand,
whom And pluck my magic garment from me.-So; To trash for over-topping; new created
[Lays down his mantle. The creatures that were mine ; I say, or chang'd Lie there my art.-Wipe thou thine eyes; have them, comfort.
(touch d Or else new-form'd them: having both the key The direful spectacle of the wreck, which of officer and office, set all hearts The very virtue of compassion in thee To what tune pleased his ear; that now he was I have with such provision in mine art The ivy, which had hid my princely trunk, So safely order'd, that there is no soul Aud suck'd my verdure out on't.— Thou atNo, not so much perdition as an hair,
tend'st not: Betid to any creature in the vessel,
I pray thee, mark me. Which thou heard'st cry, which thou saw'st Mira. O good Sir, I do.
(dicate sink. Sit down;
Pro. I thus neglecting worldly ends, all deFor thou must now know further.
To closeness, and the bettering of my mind Mira. You have often
With that, which, but by being so retir'd, (ther Begun to tell me what I am; but stopp'd O'er-priz'd all popular rate, in my false broAnd left me to a bootless inquisition;
Awak'd an evil nature: and my trust, Concluding, Stay, not yel.
Like a good parent, did beget of him Pro. The hour's now come;
A falsehood, in its contrary as great The very minute bids thee ope
As my trust was; which had, indeed, no limit, Obey, and be attentive. Can'st thou remember A confidence sans bound. He being thus A time before we came unto this cell?
lorded, I do not think thou can’st; for then thou wast Not only with what my revenue yielded, Outt three years old.
[not But what my power might else exact,--like one, Mira. Certainly, Sir, I can.
Who having, unto truth, by telling of it,
To credit his own lie,-he did believe
He was the duke; out of the substitution, Mira."'Tis far off ;
And executing the outward face of royalty, And rather like a dream than an assurance With all prerogative;–Hence his ambition That my remembrance warrants : Had I not Growing,-Dost hear? Pour or five women once, that tended me? Mira. Your tale, Sir, world cure deafness.
Abyss. * Sorrow
thine ear ;
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