Enter OLIVIA and a PRIEST. Oli. Blame not this haste of mine: If you Now go with me, and with this holy man, What time we will our celebration keep Fab. Any thing. I come again. I go, Sir; but I would not have Enter ANTONIO and OFFICERS. me. Yet, when I saw it last, it was besmear'd 1 Off. Orsino, this is that Antonio, Clo. Do not desire to see this letter. Enter DUKE, VIOLA, und Attendants. Clo. Truly, Sir, the better for my foes, and the worse for my friends. Duke. Just the contrary; the better for thy friends. Clo. No, Sir, the worse. Clo. Marry, Sir, they praise me, and make an ass of me; now my foes tell me plainly I am an ass: so that by my foes, Sir, I profit in the knowledge of myself; and by my friends I am abused: so that, conclusions to be as kisses, if your four negatives make your two affirmatives, why, then the worse for my friends, and the better for my foes. Duke. Why, this is excellent. Clo. By my troth, Sir, no; though it please you to be one of my friends. Duke. Thou shalt not be the worse for me; there's gold. Clo. But that it would be double-dealing, Sir, I 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 so much a sinner to be a double-dealer; there's another. Clo. Primo, secundo, tertio, is a good play; and the old saying 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. In private brabble did we apprehend him. side; But, in conclusion, put strange speech upon me, know not what 'twas, but distraction. Duke. Notable pirate! thou salt-water thief! What foolish boldness brought thee to their mercies, Whom thou, in terms so bloody, and so dear, Ant. Orsino, noble Sir, Be pleas'd that I shake off these names you Antonio never yet was thief, or pirate, purse, Which I had recommended to his use 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. Enter OLIVIA and Attendants. Duke. Here comes the countess; now heaven walks on earth. madness: Duke. You can fool no more money out of, But for thee, fellow, fellow, thy words are me at this throw: if you will let your lady know, I am here to speak with her, and bring her along with you, it may awake my bounty further. Three months this youth hath tended upon me; Oli. What would my lord, but that he may Wherein Olivia may seem serviceable?- Duke. Gracious Olivia,— Oli. What do you say, Cesario?--Good my lord, Vio. My lord would speak, my duty hushes me. Oli. If it be aught to the old tune, my lord, It is as fat and fulsome to mine ear, As howling after music. Duke. Still so cruel? Oli. Still so constant, lord. Duke. What! to perverseness? you uncivil lady, To whose ingrate and unauspicious altars My soul the faithfull'st offerings hath breath'd out, That e'er devotion tender'd! What shall I do? Oli. Even what it please my lord, that shall become him. Duke. Why should I not, had I the heart to do it, Like to the Egyptian thief, at point of death, favour, Live you, the marble-breasted tyrant, still; mischief: I'll sacrifice the lamb that I do love, Oli. Where goes Cesario? Oli. Ah me, detested! how am I beguil'd! Vio. Who does beguile you? who does do you wrong? Oli. Hast thou forgot thyself! Is it so long!-Call forth the holy father. [Exit an Attendant. Duke. Come away. [To VIOLA. Oli. Whither my lord?-Cesario, husband, stay. Priest. A contract of eternal bond of love, Confirm'd by mutual joinder of your hands, Attested by the holy close of lips, Strengthen'd by interchangement of your rings; And all the ceremony of this compact Seal'd in my function, by my testimony: Since when, my watch hath told me, toward my grave, I have travell'd but two hours. Duke. O, thou dissembling cub! what wilt thou be, When time hath sow'd a grizzle on thy case?* [fear. Hold little faith, though thou hast too much Enter Sir ANDREW AGUE-CHEEK, with his head broke. Sir And. For the love of God, a surgeon; send one presently to Sir Toby. Oli. What's the matter? Sir And. He has broke my head across, and has given Sir Toby a bloody coxcomb too: for forty pounds, I were at home. the love of God, your help: I had rather than Oli. Who has done this, Sir Andrew? Sir And. The count's gentleman, one Cesario: we took him for a coward, but he's the very devil incardinate. Duke. My gentleman, Cesario! broke my head for nothing; and that that I Sir And. Od's lifelings here he is:-You did, I was set on to do't by Sir Toby. Vio. Why do you speak to me? I never hurt without you: You drew your sword upon me, cause; But I bespake you fair, and hurt you not. Sir And. If a bloody coxcomb be a hurt, you have hurt me; I think, you set nothing by a bloody coxcomb. Enter Sir TOBY BELCH, drunk, led by the CLOWN. Here comes Sir Toby halting, you shall hear more but if he had not been in drink, he would have tickled you othergatest than he did. you? Duke. How now, gentleman? how is't with Sir To. That's all one; he has hurt me, and there's the end on't.-Sot, did'st see Dick surgeon, sot? Clo. O he's drunk, Sir Toby, an hour agone; his eyes were set at eight i'the morning. Sir To. Then he's a rogue. After a passymeasure, or a pavin, I hate a drunken rogue. Oli. Away with him: Who hath made this havoc with them? Sir And. I'll help you, Sir Toby, because we'll be dress'd together. Sir To. Will you help an ass-head, and a coxcomb, and a knave? a thin-faced knave, a gull? Oli. Get him to bed, and let his hurt be look'd to. [Exeunt CLOWN, Sir TOBY, and Sir ANDREW.] Enter SEBASTIAN. Seb. I am sorry, madam, I have hurt your kinsman; But, had it been the brother of my blood, I must have done no less, with wit, and safety. Duke. One face, one voice, one habit, and two persons; A natural perspective, that is, and is not. How have the hours rack'd and tortur'd me, Ant. Sebastian are you? Seb. Fear'st thou that, Antonio? Ant. How have you made division of yourself? An apple, cleft in two, is not more twin Seb. Do I stand there? I never had a brother: Nor can there be that deity in my nature, Of charity, what kin are you to me? Vie. Of Messaline: Sebastian was my father; Such a Sebastian was my brother too, So went he suited to his watery tomb: If spirits can assume both form and suit You come to fright us. Seb. A spirit I am, indeed; But am in that dimension grossly clad. Vio. And died that day when Viola from her birth Had number'd thirteen years. Seb. O, that record is lively in my soul! I was preserv'd, to serve this noble count: If this be so, as yet the glass seems true, Thou never should'st love woman like to me. As doth that orbed continent the fire Duke. Give me thy hand; And let me see thee in thy woman's weeds. Vio. The captain, that did bring me first shore, Hath my maid's garments: he, upon some action, Is now in durance; at Malvolio's suit, Öli. He shall enlarge him :-Fetch Malvolio hither: And yet, alas, now I remember me, A most extracting frenzy of mine own Clo. Truly, madam, he holds Belzebub at the stave's end, as well as a man in his case may do: he has here writ a letter to you, I should have given it you to-day morning; but as a madman's epistles are no gospels, so it skills not much, when they are delivered. Oli. Open it, and read it. Clo. Look then to be well edified, when the fool delivers the madman :-By the lord, mud"Oli. How now! art thou mad? am, Cio. No, madam, I do but read madness: an your ladyship will have it as it ought to be, you must allow vox.* Oli. Pr'ythee, read i'thy right wits. Clo. So I do, madonna; but to read his right wits, is to read thus: therefore perpend, my princess, and give ear. [TO FACIAN, Oli. Read it you, sirrah. Fab. [Reads. By the Lord, madam, you wrong me, and the world shall know it: though you have put me into darkness, and given your drunken cousin rule over me, yet have I the benefit of my senses as well as your ladyship. I have your own letter that induced me to the semblance I put on; with the which I doubt not but to do myself mach right, or you much shame. Think of me as you please. I leave my duty a little unthought of, and speak out of my injury. The madly-used MALVOLIO. Oli. Did he write this? Clo. Ay, madam. Duke. This savours not much of distraction. Oli. See him deliver'd, Fabian; bring hira [Exit FABIAN. hither. My lord, so please you, these things further thought on, To think me as well a sister as a wife, Here at my house, and at my proper cost Mal. Madam, you have done me wrong, Notorious wrong. ' Oli. Have I, Malvolio? no. Mal. Lady you have. Pray you, peruse that greatness, and some have greatness thrown upon letter: You must not now deny it is your hand, Oli. Alas, Malvolio, this is not my writing, But, when we know the grounds and authors of it, Thou shalt be both the plaintiff and the judge Of thine own cause. Fab. Good madam, hear me speak; And let no quarrel, nor no brawl to come, Taint the condition of this present hour, Which I have wonder'd at. În hope it shall not, Most freely I confess, myself, and Toby, Set this device against Malvolio here, Upon some stubborn and uncourteous parts We had conceiv'd against him: Maria writ The letter, at Sir Toby's great importance; In recompense whereof, he hath married her. How with a sportful malice it was follow'd, May rather pluck on laughter than revenge; If that the injuries be justly weigh'd, That have on both sides past. + Fool. * Inferior. Clo. Why, some are born great, some achieve them. I was one, Sir, in this interlude; one Sir Topas, Sir; but that's all one:-By the Lord, fool, I am not mad;—But do you remember? Madam, why laugh you at such a barren rascal? an you smile not, he's gagg'd: And thus the whirligig of time brings in his revenges. Mal. I'll be revenged on the whole pack of [Exit. Oli. He hath been most notoriously abus'd. Duke. Pursue him, and entreat him to a peace: you. He hath not told us of the captain yet; Clo. SONG. [Exeunt. When that I was and a little tiny boy, For the rain it raineth every day. But when I came to man's estate, But when I came, alas! to wire, With hey, ho, the wind and the rain, By swaggering could I never thrive, For the rain it raineth every day. But when I came unto my bed, With hey, ho, the wind and the rain, With toss-pots still had drunken head, For the rain it raineth every day. A great while ago the world begun, With hey, ho, the wind and the rain, But that's all one, our play is done, And we'll strive to please you every day. [Exit. + Importunacy. ACT 1. SCENE I-On a Ship at Sea. Boats. Here, master: what cheer? Mast. Good: Speak to the mariners fall to't yarely, or we run ourselves aground: bestir, bestir. [Exit. Enter MARINERS. Boats. Heigh, my hearts; cheerly, cheerly, my hearts; yare, yare: Take in the top-sail; Tend to the master's whistle.-Blow, till thou barst thy wind, if room enough! Enter ALONSO, SEBASTIAN, ANTONIO, FERDINAND, GONZALO, and others. Alon. Good boatswain, have care. Where's the master? Play the men. Boats. I pray now, keep below. Ant. Where is the master, boatswain? Boats. Do you not hear him? You mar our labour! keep your cabins: you do assist the storm. Gon. Nay, good, be patient. Boats. When the sea is. Hence! What care these roarers for the name of king? To cabin: silence trouble us not. Gon. Good; yet remember whom thou hast aboard. Boats. None that I more love than myself. You are a counsellor; if you can command these elements to silence, and work the peace of the present, we will not hand a rope more ; use your authority. If you cannot, give thanks you have lived so long, and make yourself ready in your cabin for the mischance of the hour, if it so hap.-Cheerly, good hearts.—Out of our way, I say. [Exit. Gon. I have great comfort from this fellow methinks, he hath no drowning mark upon + Present instant. him; his complexion is perfect gallows. Stand fast, good fate, to his hanging! make the rope of his destiny our cable, for our own doth little advantage! If he be not born to be hanged, our case is miserable. [Exeunt. Re-enter BOATSWAIN. Boats. Down with the top-mast; yare; lower, lower; bring her to try with main course. [A cry within.] A plague upon this howling! they are louder than the weather, or our office.Re-enter SEBASTIAN, ANTONIO, and GONZALO. Yet again? what do you here? Shall we give o'er, and drown? Have you a mind to sink? Seb. A pox o' your throat? you bawling, blasphemous, uncharitable dog! Boats. Work you, then. Ant. Hang, cur, hang! you whoreson, insolent noise-maker, we are less afraid to be drowned than thou art. Gon. I'll warrant him from drowning; though the ship were no stronger than a nut-shell, and as leaky as an unstanched wench. Boats. Lay her a-hold, a-hold; set her two courses; off to sea again, lay her off. Enter MARINERS wet. Mar. All lost! to prayers, to prayers! all lost! [Exeunt. Boats. What, must our mouths be cold? Gon. The king and prince at prayers! let us assist them, For our case is as theirs. Seb. I am out of patience. This wide-chapped rascal;-'Would, thou Gon. He'll be hanged yet; Though every drop of water swear against it, And gape at wid'st to glut him. [A confused noise within.] |