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e'en ftanding water, between boy and man. He is very well-favour'd, and he speaks very shrewishly; one would think, his mother's milk were scarce out of him.

011. Let him approach : Call in my gentlewoman. Mal. Gentlewoman, my lady calls. [Exit.

Re-enter MARIA. 011. Give me my veil: come, throw it o'er my face; We'll once more hear Orfino's embassy.

Enter VIOLA. V10. The honourable lady of the house, which is she? Oli. Speak to me, I shall answer for her ; Your will ?

V10. Most radiant, exquisite, and unmatchable beauty, - I pray you,


me, if this be the lady of the house, for I never saw her : I would be loth to cast away my speech; for, besides that it is excellently well pen'd, I have taken great pains to con it. Good beauties, let me sustain no scorn; I am very comptible, even to the least

Ols. Whence came you, sir?

V10. I can say little more than I have study'd, and that question's out of my part. Good gentle one, give me modest assurance if you be the lady of the house, that I may proceed in my speech.

Oli. Are you a comedian ?

V10. No, my profound heart : and yet, (by the very phangs of malice, I swear) I am not that I play. Are you the lady of the house?

Oli. If I do not usurp myself, I am.
V10. Most certain, if you are she, you


usurp yourself; for what is yours to bestow, is not yours to reserve. But this is from my commission: I will on with my speech

sinister usage.

I him in standing

gone ; if

in your praise, and then shew you the heart of my message.

Oli. Come to what is important in't: I forgive you the praise.

V10. Alas, I took great pains to study it, and 'tis poetical.

Oll. It is the more like to be feign’d; I pray you, keep it in. I heard, you were saucy at my gates; and allow'd your approach, rather to wonder at you than to hear you. If you be not mad, be

you have reason, be brief: 'tis not that time of moon with me, to make one in fo skipping a dialogue.

Mar. Will you hoist fail, fir ? here lies your way.

V10. No, good swabber; I am to hull here a little longer._Some mollification for your giant, sweet lady; tell me your mind, I am a messenger.

Oli. Sure, you have some hideous matter to deliver, when the courtesy of it is so fearful. Speak your office.

V10. It alone concerns your ear. I bring no overture of war, no taxation of homage; I hold the olive in my hand: my words are as full of peace as matter.

Oli. Yet you began rudely. What are you? what would you ?

V10. The rudeness, that hath appear'd in me, have I learn’d from my entertainment. What I am, and what I would, are as fecret as maidenhead : to your ears, divinity; to any others, prophanation.

Dli. Give us the place alone : we will hear this divinity. (Exeunt MARIA, and Attendants.] Now, fir, what is your text ?

V10. Most sweet lady,

OLI. A comfortable doctrine, and much may be said of it. Where lies your

text? V10. In Orsino's bosom. Oli. In his bosom? In what chapter of his bosom? V10. To answer by the method, in the first of his heart.

OLI. O, I have read it; it is heresy. Have you no more to say ?

V10. Good madam, let me see your face.

Oli. Have you any commission from your lord to negotiate with


face? you are now out of your text : but we will draw the curtain, [unveiling] and thew you the picture. Look you, fir, such a one I was this presept: Is't not well done?

V10. Excellently done, if God did all.

Oli. 'Tis in grain, fir ; 'twill endure wind and weather.

V10. 'Tis beauty truly blent, whose red and white Nature's own sweet and cunning hand lay'd on: Lady, you are the cruel'ft she alive, If you

will lead these graces to the grave, And leave the world no copy.

OLI. O, fir, I will not be so hard-hearted; I will give out divers schedules of my beauty : It shall be inventory'd ; and every particle, and utenfil, labeld


: as, item, two lips indifferent red ; item, two grey eyes, with lids to them ; item, one neck, one chin, and so forth. Were you sent hither to praise me?

V10. I see you what you are: you are too proud; But, if you were the devil, you are fair. My lord and master loves you ; 0, such love Could be but recompenc'd, though you were crown'd

to my

The non-pareil of beauty.

OL1. How does he love me?

V10. With adorations, with fertil tears, With groans that thunder love, with fighs of fire. [him:

Oli. Your lord does know my mind, I cannot love
Yet I suppose him virtuous, know him noble,
Of great estate, of fresh and stainless youth ;
In voices well divulg'd, free, learn'd, and valiant,
And, in dimension and the shape of nature,
A gracious person: but yet I cannot love him ;
He might have took his answer long ago.

V10. If I did love you in my master's flame,
With such a suffering, such a deadly life,

denial I would find no sense, I would not understand it.

OLI, Why, what would you ?

V10. Make me a willow cabin at your gate,
And call upon my soul within the house;
Write loyal canzons of contemned love,
And fing them loud even in the dead of night;
Hollow your name to the reverberate hills,
And make the babling goffip of the air
Cry out, Olivia! o, you should not rest
Between the elements of air and earth,
But you should pity me,

Oli. You might do much : What is your parentage?

V10. Above my fortunes, yet my state is well:
I am a gentleman.

Oli. Get you to your lord ;
I cannot love him : let him fend no more ;
Unless, perchance, you come to me again,
To tell me how he takes it. Fare you well :

9 Cantong

I thank


for your pains : spend this † for me. Vio. I am no fee'd poft, lady; keep your purfe; My master, not myself, lacks recompence. Love make his heart of fint, that you shall love; And let your fervour, like my master's, be Plac'd in contempt! Farewel, fair cruelty:

[Exit VIOLA. Oli. What is your parentage ? Above

my fortunes, yet my state is well : I am a gentleman. - I'll be fworn, thou art; Thy tongue, thy face, thy limbs, actions, and spirit, Do give thee five-fold blazon : Not too fast ; soft; Unless the master were the man. How now? Even so quickly may one catch the plague? Methinks, I feel this youth's perfections, With an invisible and fubtle stealth, To creep in at mine eyes. Well, let it be.What, ho ! Malvolio!

Re-enter MALVOLIO. MAL. Here, madam, at your service.

OLI. Run after that fame peevith messenger, The county's man: he left this ring behind him, Would I, or not; tell him, I'll none of it. Desire him not to flatter with his lord, Nor hold him up with hopes ; I am not for him : If that the youth will come this way to-morrow, I'll give him reasons for't. Hye thee, Malvolio. MAL. Madam, I will.

Exit. OLI. I do I know not what; and fear to find Mine eye too great a flatterer for my mind. Fate, thew thy force : Ourselves we do not owe; What is decreed, must be ; And be this fo!


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