OLI. Where goes Cefario?
V10. 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 witnesses above,

Punish my life, for tainting of my love!

OLI. Áh me detefted! how am I beguil'd!

V10. Who does beguile you? who does do you wrong? OLI. Haft thou forgot thyself? is it so long?

Call forth the holy father.

Duk. Come, away.

[Exit an Attendant.

[to Viola.

OLI. Whither, my lord ?- Cesario, husband, ftay.

Duk. Husband?

OLI. Ay, husband; Can he that deny ?
Duk. Her husband, firrah?

Vio. No, my lord, not I.

OLI. Alas, it is the baseness of thy fear,
That makes thee ftrangle thy propriety :
Fear not, Cesario, take thy fortunes up;
Be that thou know'st thou art, and then thou art,
As great as that thou fear'st.—O, welcome, father!
Re-enter Attendant, with Priest.
Father, I charge thee by thy reverence,
Here to unfold (though lately we intended
To keep in darknefs, what occasion now
Reveals before 'tis ripe) what thou dost know
Hath newly paft between this youth and me.
Pri. A contract of eternal bond of love,
Confirm'd by mutual joinder of your hands,
Attefted by the holy close of lips,

Strengthen'd by enterchangement of your rings;
And all the ceremony of this compact

Seal'd in my function, by my teftimony:

Since when, my watch hath told me, toward my grave I have travel'd but two hours.

Duk. O thou diffembling cub! what wilt thou be, When time hath fow'd a grizzle on thy cafe? Or will not else thy craft fo quickly grow, That thine own trip fhall be thine overthrow? Farewel, and take her; but direct thy feet, Where thou and I henceforth may never meet. V10. My lord, I do proteft,

OLI. O, do not swear;

Hold little faith, though thou haft too much fear.
Enter Sir ANDREW, with his Head broke.

Sir A. For the love of God, a furgeon; fend one presently to fir Toby.

OLI. What's the matter?

Sir A. H'as broke my head across, and h'as given fir Toby a bloody coxcomb too: for the love of God, your help: I had rather than forty pound, I were at home. ÖLI. Who has done this, fir Andrew?

Sir A. The count's gentleman, one Cesario: we took him for a coward, but he's the very devil incardinate. Duk. My gentleman, Cesario?

You broke my

Sir A. Od's lifelings, here he is: head for nothing; and that that I did, I was fet on to do't by fir Toby.

V10. Why do you speak to me? I never hurt you : You drew your fword upon me, without cause; But I befpake you fair, and hurt you not.

Sir A. If a bloody coxcomb be a hurt, you have hurt me; I think, you set nothing by a bloody coxcomb. Enter Sir TOBY, drunk, led by the Clown..

Here comes fir Toby halting, you fhall hear more: but if he had not been in drink, he would have tickl'd you othergates than he did.

Duk. How now, gentleman ? how is't with you? Sir T. That's all one; h'as hurt me, and there's the end on't. Sot, did'ft fee Dick furgeon, fot?

Clo.

O, he's drunk, fir Toby, an hour agone; his eyes were fet at eight i'the morning.

Sir T. Then he's a rogue, and a paft-measure paynim: I hate a drunken rogue.

OLI. Away with him: Who hath made this havock with them?

Sir A. I'll help you, fir Toby, because we'll be drest together.

Sir T. Will you help an afs-head, and a coxcomb, and a knave; a thin-fac'd knave, a gull?

OLI. Get him to bed, and let his hurt be look'd to. [Exeunt Clown, and fome Attendants, with Sir TOBY, and Sir ANDREW. Enter SEBASTIAN.

SEB. I am forry, madam, I have hurt
your
But, had it been the brother of my blood,
I must have done no less, with wit, and fafety.
You throw a ftrange regard upon me, and
By that I do perceive it hath offended you;
Pardon, me, fweet one, even for the vows
We made each other but fo late ago.

kinsman;

Duk. One face, one voice, one habit, and two perfons; A natural perspective, that is, and is not.

SEB. Antonio, o my dear Antonio !

How have the hours rack'd and tortur'd me,
Since I have loft thee?

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ANT. Sebaftian are you?

SEB. Fear'ft thou that, Antonio ?

ANT. How have you made division of yourself? __
An apple, cleft in two, is not more twain
Than these two creatures. Which is Sebaftian?
OLI. Moft wonderful!

SEB. Do I ftand there? I never had a brother:
Nor can there be that deity in my nature,
Of here and every where. I had a fifter,

Whom the blind waves and furges have devour'd:.
Of charity, what kin are you to me?

What countryman? what name? what parentage?
V10. Of Meffaline: Sebaftian was my father;
Such a Sebaftian was my brother too,
So went he fuited to his watry tomb :
If fpirits can affume both form and fuit,
You come to fright us.

SEB. A fpirit I am, indeed;

But am in that dimenfion grofly clad,
Which from the womb I did participate.
Were you a woman, as the reft goes even,
I should my tears let fall upon your cheek,
As fay, Thrice welcome, drowned Viola.

Vio. My father had a mole upon his brow.
SEB. And fo had mine.

V10. And dy'd that day when Viola from her birth Had number'd thirteen years.

SEB. O, that record is lively in

He finished, indeed, his mortal act,

my foul!

That day that made my fifter thirteen years.

V10. If nothing lets to make us happy both,

But this my masculine usurp'd attire,

Do not embrace me, 'till each circumstance
Of place, time, fortune, do cohere, and jump,
That I am Viola: which to confirm,

I'll bring you to a captain in this town,
Where lye my maids weeds; by whose gentle help
I was preserv'd, to ferve this noble count:

All the occurrence of my fortune fince
Hath been between this lady, and this lord.

SEB. So comesit, lady, [20 Oli.] you have been miftook: But nature to her bias drew in that.

You would have been contracted to a maid;
Nor are you therein, by my life, deceiv'd,
You are betroth'd both to a maid and man.

Duk. Be not amaz'd; right noble is his blood. -
If this be fo, as yet the glafs feems true,
I fhall have fhare in this most happy wreck:
Boy, thou haft said to me a thousand times,
Thou never fhould'ft love woman like to me.
VIO. And all those fayings will I over-swear;
And all those fwearings keep as true in foul,
As doth that orbed continent the fire
That fevers day from night.

Duk. Give me thy hand;

And let me fee thee in thy woman's weeds.

VIO. The captain, that did bring me firft on fhore, Hath my maids garments: he, upon fome action,

Is now in durance; at Malvolio's fuit,

A gentleman, and follower of my lady's.

OLI. He fhall inlarge him:- Fetch Malvolio hither: And yet, alas, now I remember me,

They fay, poor gentleman, he's much distract.
Re-enter Clown, with a Letter.

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