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Duke. O, she that hath a heart of that fine frame,
SCENE II.-The sea-coast. Enter Viola, Cap
tain, and Sailors.
may he be.
Perchance, he is not drown'd :-What think you,
sailors ? Cap. It is perchance, that you yourself were
saved. Vio. O my poor brother! and so, perchance, Cap. True, madam : and, to comfort you with
chance, Assure yourself, after our ship did split, When you, and that
number saved with you, Hung on our driving boat, I saw your brother, Most provident in peril, bind himself (Courage and hope both teaching him the prac
For saying so, there's gold :
Vio. Who governs here?
A noble duke, in nature,
And so is now,
As in his name.
That died some twelvemonth since; then leaving
O, that I served that lady;
That were hard to compass; Because she will admit no kind of suit, No, not the duke's.
Vio. There is a fair behaviour in thee, captain ;
pray thee, and I'll pay thee bounteously,
Cap. Be you his eunuch, and your mute I'll be : When my tongue blabs, then let mine eyes not see!
Vio. I thank thee : lead me on. [Exeunt.
SCENE IIT.-A room in Olivia's house. Ena
ter Sir Toby Belch, and Maria. Sir To. What a plague means my niece, to take the death of her brother thus ? I am sure, care's an enemy to life.
Mar. By troth, sir Toby, you must come in earlier o' nights ; your cousin, my lady, takes great exceptions to your ill hours.
Sir To. Why, let her except before excepted.
Mar. Ay, but you must confine yourself within the modest limits of order.
Sir To. Confine? I'll confine myself no finer than I am: these clothes are good enough to drink in, and so be these boots too; an they be not, let them hang themselves in their own straps.
Mar. That quaffing and drinking will undo you: I heard my lady talk of it yesterday; and of a foolish knight, that you brought in one night here, to be her wooer. Sir To. Who? Sir Andrew Ague-cheek? Mar. Ay, he. Sir To. He's as talli a man as any's in Illyria. Mar. What's that to the purpose ? Sir To. Why, he has three thousand ducats a
Mar. Ay, but he'll have but a year in all these ducats ; he's a very fool, and a prodigal.
Sir To. Fie, that you'll say so! he plays o' the viol-de-gambo, and speaks three or four languages word for word without book, and hath all the good gifts of nature.
Mar. He hath, indeed,-almost natural : for, besides that he's a fool, he's a great quarreller ; and, but that he bath the gift of a coward to allay the gust he hath in quarrelling, 'tis thought among the prudent, he would quickly have the gift of a grave.
Sir To. By this hand, they are scoundrels, and substractors, that say so of him. Who are they?
Mar. They that add moreover, he's drunk nightly in your company:
Sir To. With drinking healths to my niece ; I'll drink to her, as long as there is a passage in my
throat, and drink in Illyria : he's a coward, and a coystril, that will not drink to my niece, till his brains turn o' the toe, like a parish-top. What, wench? Castiliano vulgo; for here comes sir Andrew Ague-face.
Enter Sir Andrew Ague-cheek.
Sir To. Sweet sir Andrew !
Sir And. Good mistress Accost, I desire better acquaintance.
Mar. My name is Mary, sir.
Sir To. You mistake, knight: accost, is, front her, board her, woo her, assail her.
Sir And. By my troth, I would not undertake her in this company. Is that the meaning of accost?
Mar. Fare you well, gentlemen.
Sir To. An thou let part so, sir Andrew, 'would thou might'st never draw sword again.
Sir Ånd. An you part so, mistress, I would I might never draw sword again. Fair lady, do you think you have fools in hand ?
Mar. Sir, I have not you by the hand. Sir And. Marry, but you shall have; and here's Mar. Now, sir, thought is free : I pray, you, bring your hand to the buttery-bar, and let it drink.
Sir And. Wherefore, sweetheart? what's your metaphor ? Mar. It's dry, sir.
(1) Keystril, a bastard hawk.