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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! Duke. Husband! Oli.

Ay, husband; can he that deny? Duke. Her husband, sirrah ? Vio.

No, my lord, not 1
Oli. Alas, it is the baseness of thy fear,
That makes thee strangle 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.—0, welcome, father!

Re-enter Attendant and Priest.
Father, I charge thee by thy reverence,
Here to unfold (though lately we intended
To keep in darkness what occasion now
Reveals before 'tis ripe) what thou dost know
Hath newly passed between this youth and me.

Priest. A contract of eternal bond of love,
Confirmed by mutual joinder of

your hands, Attested by the holy close of lips, Strengthened by interchangement of your rings; And all the ceremony of this compact Sealed in my function, by my testimony: Since when, my watch hath told me, toward my grave I have travelled but two hours. Duke. O, thou dissembling cub!

! What wilt thou be, When time hath sowed a grizzle on thy case ? ? Or will not else thy craft so quickly grow, That thine own trip shall be thine overthrow ? Farewell

, and take her; but direct thy feet, Where thou and I henceforth may never meet. Vio. My lord, I do protest, —

1 i. e. suppress, or disown thy property. ? This word appears to be used contemptuously for skın.

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Oli.

0, do not swear; Hold little faith, though thou hast too much fear.

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 the love of God, your help: I had rather than forty pound, I were at home.

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 ?

Sir And. Od's lifelings, here he is :-You broke my head for nothing; and that that I did, I was set on to do’t by Sir Toby.

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

Sir And. If a bloody coxcomb be a hurt, you have hurt ine; 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 othergates ? than he did.

Duke. How now, gentleman ? How is't with you ?

Sir To. That's all one; he has hurt me, and there's an end on't.—Sot, didst 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 and a passy-measures pavin ;? I hate a drunken rogue. 1 Otherwise. 2 The pavin was a grave Spanish dance.

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Oli. Away with him: who hath made this havoc with them?

Sir And. I'll help you, Sir Toby, because we'll be dressed 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 looked 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. You throw a strange regard upon me, and By that I do perceive it hath offended you; Pardon me, sweet one, even for the vows We made each other but so late ago. Duke. One face, one voice, one habit, and two

persons ;
A natural perspective,' that is, and is not.

Seb. Antonio! O, my dear Antonio,
How have the hours racked and tortured me,
Since I have lost thee!
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 Than these two creatures. Which is Sebastian ?

Oli. Most wonderful !

Seb. Do I stand there? I never had a brother; Nor can there be that deity in my nature, Of here and every where. I had a sister, Whom the blind waves and surges have devoured :Of charity," what kin are you to me? [To Viola. What countryman? What name? What parentage?

Vio. Of Messaline: Sebastian was my father; Such a Sebastian was my brother too,

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1 A perspective formerly meant a glass that assisted the sight in any way.

3 In charity, tell me.

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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,
Which from the womb I did participate.
Were you a woman, as the rest goes even,
I should my tears let fall upon your cheek,
And say—Thrice welcome, drowned Viola!

Vio. My father had a mole upon his brow.
Seb. And so had mine.

Vio. And died that day when Viola from her birth Had numbered thirteen years.

Seb. O, that record is lively in my soul !
He finished, indeed, his mortal act,
That day that made my sister thirteen years.

Vio. If nothing lets to make us happy both,
But this my masculine usurped 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 lie my maiden weeds; by whose gentle help
I was preserved, to serve this noble count:
All the occurrence of my fortune since
Hath been between this lady and this lord.
Seb. So comes it, lady, you have been mistook :

[To Olivia. But nature to her bias drew in that. You'would have been contracted to a maid; Now are you therein, by my life, deceived ; You are betrothed both to a maid and man.

Duke. Be not amazed; right noble is his blood.If this be so, as yet the glass seems true, I shall have share in this most happy wreck: Boy, thou hast said to me a thousand times,

[To Viola. Thou never shouldst love woman like to me.

1 Hinders.

Vio. And all those sayings will I overswear;
And all those swearings keep as true in soul,
As doth that orbed continent the fire
That severs day from night.
Duke.

Give me thy hand;
And let me see thee in thy woman's weeds.

Vio. The captain, that did bring me first on shore, Hath my maid's garments: he, upon some action,

: , Is now in durance, at Malvolio's suit, A gentleman and follower of my lady's.

Oli. He shall enlarge him :-fetch Malvolio hither :
And yet, alas, now I remember me,
They say, poor gentleman, he's much distract.

Re-enter Clown, with a letter.
A most extracting' frenzy of mine own
From my remembrance clearly banished his.-
How does he, sirrah ?

Clo. Truly, madam, he holds Beelzebub 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 to 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, madam,

Oli. How now! art thou mad?

Clo. 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. Oli. Read it you, sirrah. .

[To FABIAN.

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1 i. e. a frenzy that drew me away from every thing but its object.

2 This may be explained: “If you would have the letter read in character, you must allow me to assume the voice or frantic tone of a madman."

3 Consider.

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