Dia. Good mother, fetch my bail. Stay, royal Sir,

The jeweller that owes the ring is sent for,
And he shall furety me. But for this lord,
Who hath abus'd me, as he knows himself,
Tho' yet he never harm'd me, here I quit him.
He knows himself my bed he hath defil'd,
And at that time he got his wife with child;
Dead tho' fhe be, fhe feels her young one kick:
So there's my riddle, one that's dead is quick.
And now behold the meaning.

Enter Helena and Widow.

King. Is there no exorcist

Beguiles the truer office of mine eyes?
Is't real that I fee?

Hel. No, my good lord,

'Tis but the fhadow of a wife you fee,

The name, and not the thing.

Ber. Both, both, oh pardon!

[Ex. Widow.

Hel. Oh, my good lord, when I was like this maid,

I found you wond'rous kind; there is your ring,

And look you, here's your letter: this it fays,
When from my finger you can get this ring,
And are by me with child, &c. This is done.

Will you be mine, now you are doubly won?

[To Bert.

Ber. If fhe, my Liege, can make me know this clearly,

I'll love her dearly, ever, ever dearly.

Hel. If it appear not plain, and prove untrue,

Deadly divorce step between me and you.

O, my dear mother, do 1 fee you living?

[To the Countefs.

Laf. Mine eyes fmell onions, I fhall weep anon: Good Tom Drum, lend me a handkerchief,

[To Parolles, So,

So, I thank thee, wait on me home. I'll make fport with thee: let thy courtefies alone, they are scurvy ones.

King. Let us from point to point this story know,
To make the even truth in pleasure flow:
If thou beeft yet a fresh uncropped flower,
Chufe thou thy husband, and I'll pay thy dower;
For I can guess, that by thy honest aid,
Thou kept'st a wife her felf, thy self a maid.
Of that and all the progress more and less,
Resolvedly more leisure shall express:
All yet feems well, and if it end so meet,
The bitter past, more welcome is the sweet.

[To Diana.

[Exeunt.

T

EPILOGUE.

Spoken by the KING.

HE King's a beggar, now the play is done:
All is well ended, if this fuit be won,

That you express content; which we will pay,
With ftrife to please you, day exceeding day;
Ours be your patience then, and yours our parts,
Your gentle hands lend us, and take our hearts.

Dramatis Perfonæ.

Rano, Duke of Illyria.

Sebastian, a young gentleman, brother to Viola: Antonio, a fea-captain, friend to Sebastian. Valentine, Gentlemen attending on the Duke.

Curio,

Sir Toby Belch, uncle to Olivia.

Sir Andrew Ague-cheek, a foolish Knight, pretending to Olivia.
A fea-captain, friend to Viola.

Fabian, fervant to Olivia.

Malvolio, a fantastical steward to Olivia.

Clown, fervant to Olivia.

Olivia, a lady of great beauty and fortune, belov'd by the Duke.
Viola, in love with the Duke.

Maria, Olivia's woman.

Prieft, Sailors, Officers, and other attendants.

SCENE, a City on the Goaft of Illyria.

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