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Wherein Olivla may seem serviceable?-- Priest. A contract of eternal bond of love, Cesario, you do not keep promise with me. Confirm’d by mutual joinder of your hands, Vio. Madam?
Attested by the holy close of lips, Druke. Gracious Olivia,
Strengthen'd by interchangement of your rings; Oli. What do you say, Cesario ? —Good And
all the ceremony of this compact my lord,
Seal'd in my function, by my testimony: Vio. My lord would speak, my duty hushes Since when, my watch hath told me, toward
my grave, Oli. If it be aught to the old tune, my lord, I have traveli'd but two hours. It is as fat* and fulsome to mine ear,
Duke. O, thou dissembling cub! what wilt As howling after music.
thou be, Duke. Still so cruel ?
When time hath sow'd a grizzle on thy case ?* Oli. Still so constant, lord.
Or will not else thy craft so quickly grow, Duke. What! to perverseness? you uncivil That thine own trip shall be thine overthrow ? lady,
Farewell, and take her ; but direct thy feet, To whose ingrate and unauspicious altars Where thou and I henceforth may never meet. My soul the faithfull’st offerings hath breath'd Vio. My lord, I do protest, out,
Oli. O, do not swear;
[fear That e'er devotion tender'd! What shall I do? Hold little faith, though thou hast too much Oli. Even what it please my lord, that shall become him.
Enter Sir ANDREW AGUE-CHEEK, with his head Duke. Why should I not, had I the heart to
Sir And. For the love of God, a surgeon ; Like to the Egyptian thief, at point of death, Kill what I love; a savage jealousy, (this :
send one presently to Sir Toby.
Oli. What's the matter ?
Sir And. He has broke my head across, and And that I partly know the instrument
has given Sir Toby a bloody coxcomb too : for That screws me from my true place in your forty pounds, I were at home.
the love of God, your help: I had rather than favour, Live you, the marble-breasted tyrant, still;
Oli. Who has done this, Sir Andrew ? But this, your minion, whom, I know, you rio: we took him for a coward, but he's the
Sir And. The count's gentleman, one Cesalove, And whom,' by heaven, I swear, I' tender very devil incardinate. Him will I tear out of that cruel eye,
Duke. My gentleman, Cesario! Where he sits crowned in his master's spite -- broke my head for nothing; and that that I
Sir And. Od's lifelings here he is : You Come boy, with
me; my thoughts are ripe in did, I was set on to do’t by Sir Toby:
mischief: I'll sacrifice the lamb that I do love,
Vio. Why do you speak to me? I never hurt To spite a raven's heart within a dove. (Going. you: You drew your sword upon me, without Vio. And I, most jocund, apt, and willingly: cause; But I bespake you fair, and 'hurt you
not. To do you rest, a thousand' deaths would die.
Sir And. If a bloody coxcomb be a hurt, you Oli. Where goes Cesario ?
have hurt me; I think, you set nothing by a Vio. After him I love,
bloody coxcomb. More than I love these eyes, more than my life. More, by all mores, than e'er I shall love wife;
Enter Sir Toby Belch, drunk, led by the
CLOWN. If I do feign, you witnesses above, Punish my life, for tainting of my love! Here comes Sir Toby halting, you shall hear
Oli. Ah me, detested ! how am I beguild ! more: but if he had not been in drink, he Vio. Who does beguile you ? who does do you would have tickled you othergatest than he wrong?
did. Oli. Hast thou forgot thyself! Is it so Duke. How now, gentleman ? how is't with long !-Call forth the holy father.
[Exit an Attendant. Sir To. That's all one ; he has hurt me, and Duke. Come away:
[To Viola. there's the end on't.-Sot, did'st see Dick surOli, Whither my lord ?-Cesario, husband, geon, sot? stay.
Clo. O he's drunk, Sir Toby, an hour agone ; Duke. Husband ?
his eyes were set at eight i'the morning. Oli. Ay, husband ; Can he that deny ? Sir To. Then he's a rogue. After a passyDuke. Her husband, sirrah ?
measure, or a paving. I hate a drunken rogue. Vio. No, my lord, not I.
Oli. Away with him: Who hath made this Oli. Alas, it is the baseness of thy fear, havoc with them? That makes thee strangle thy propriety : Sir And. I'll help you, Sir Toby, because Fear not, Cesario, take thy fortunog up; we'll be dress'd together. Be that thou know'st thou art, and then thou Sir To. Will you help an ass-head, and a art
(father! coxcomb, and a knave? a thin-faced knave, a As great as that thou fear'st.-0, welcome, gull ?
Oli. Get him to bed, and let his hurt be look'd Re-enter Attendant and Priest.
to. Father, I charge thee, by thy reverence,
[Exeunt Clown, Sir Toby, and Sir Andrew.] "Here to unfold (though lately we intended To keep in darkness, what occasion now
Enter SEBASTIAN. Reveals before 'tis ripe,) what thou dost know, Seb. I am sorry, madam, I have hurt your Hath newly past between this youth and me.
kinsman ; Dull, gros. + Disown thy property.
* Skin. + Otherways. Serious dances.
But, had it been the brother of my blood, As doth that orbed continent the fire
shore, Duke. One face, one voice, one habit, and Hath my maid's garments : he, upon some two persons ;
action, A natural perspective, that is, and is not. Is now in durance; at Malvolio's suit, Seb. Antonio, O my dear Antonio !
A gentleman, and follower of my lady's. How have the hours rack'd and tortur'd me, Oli. He shall enlarge him :-Fetch Malvolio Since I have lost thee.
hither : Ant. Sebastian are you?
And yet, alas, now I remember me, Seb. Fear'st thou that, Antonio?
They say, poor gentleman, he's much distract. Ant. How bave you made division of yourself?
Re-enter Clown, with a letter. An apple, cleft in two, is not more twin A most extracting frenzy of mine own Than these two creatures. Which is Sebastian? From my remembrance clearly banish'd his.Oli. Most wonderful !
How does he, sirrah ? Seb. Do I stand there ? I never had a bro- Clo. Truly, madam, he holds Belzebub at the ther :
stave's end, as well as a man in his case may Nor can there be that deity in my nature, do: he has here writ a letter to you, I should Of here and every where. I had a sister, have given it you to-day morning ; but as a Whom the blind waves and surges have de- madman's epistles are no gospels, so it skills vour'd:
not much, when they are delivered. Of charity,* what kin are you to me?
Oli. Open it, and read it.
[To VIOLA. Clo. Look then to be well edified, when the What countryman? what name? what paren- fool delivers the madman :-By the lord, mad
tage ? Vio. Or Messaline: Sebastian was my father; Oli. How now! art thou mad ? Such a Sebastian was my brother too,
Clo, No, madam, I do but read madness : So went he suited to his watery tomb:
an your ladyship will have it as it ought to be, If spirits can assume both form and suit you must allow vor. You come to fright us.
Oli. Pr’ythee, read i'thy right wits. Seh. A spirit I am, indeed;
Clo. So I do, madonna; but to read his right But am in that dimension grossly clad. wits, is to read thus : therefore perpend,t my, Which from the womb I did participate, princess, and give ear. Were you a woman, as the rest goes even, Oli. Read it you, sirrah. (To FABIAN. I should my tears lét fall upon your cheek, Fab. [Reads.) By the Lord, madam, you wrong And say—Thrice welcome, drowned Viola ! me, and the world shall know it: though you have
Vio. My father had a mole upon his brow. put me into darkness, and given your drunken Seb. And so had mine.
cousin rule over me, yet have I the benefit of my Vio. And died that day when Viola from her senses as well as your ladyship. I hare your own birth
letter that induced me to the semblance I put on; Had number'd thirteen years.
with the which I doubt not but to do myself much Seb. O, that record is lively in my soul ! right, or you much shame. Think of me as you He finished, indeed, his mortal act,
please. I leave my duty a little unthought of, and That day that made my sister thirteen years. speak out of my injury. Vio. If nothing letst to make us happy both,
The madly-used MalvoLIO. But this my masculine usurp'd attire,
Oli. Did he write this? Do not embrace me, till each circumstance Clo. Ay, madam. Of place, time, fortune, do cohere, and jump, Duke. This savours not much of distraction. That I am Viola : which to confirm,
Oli. See him deliver'd, Fabian; bring him I'll bring you to a captain in this town,
[Erit Fabian. Where lie my maiden weeds; by whose gentle My lord, so please you, these things further help
thought on, I was preserv'd, to serve this noble count: To think me as well a sister as a wife, All the occurrence of my fortune since One day shall crown the alliance on't, so please Hath been between this lady, and this lord.
you, Seb. So comes it, lady, you have been mis. Here at my house, and at my proper cost, took :
[To OLIVIA. Duke. Madam, I am most apt to embrace But nature to her bias drew in that.
your offer.. You would have been contracted to a maid; Your master quits you ; (To Viola.) and, for Nor are you therein, by my life, deceiv'd,
your service done him, You are betroth'd both to a maid and man. So much against the mettlet of your sex, · Duke. Be not amaz'd; right noble is his So far beneath your soft and tender breeding, blood.
And since you call’d me master for so long, If this be so, as yet the glass seems true, Here is my hand; you shall from this time be I shall have share in this most happy wreck : Your master's mistress. Boy, thou hast said to me a thousand times, Oli. A sister ?-you are she.
[To Viola. Thou never should'st love woman like to me.
Re-enter FABIAN, with MALVOLIO. Vio. And all those sayings will I over
Duke. Is this the madınan?
Oli. Ay, my lord, this same:
+ Attend. Frame and constitution
Mal. Madam, you have done me wrong, Notorious wrong:
Oli. Alas poor fool! how have they baffled* Oli. Have I, Malvolio? no.
Clo. Why, some are born great, some achieve Mal. Lady you have. Pray you, peruse that greatness, and some have greatness thrown upon letter :
them. Iwas one, Sir, in this interlude; one *You must not now deny it is your hand, Sir Topas, Sir; but that's all one :-By the Write from it, if you can, in hand, or phrase ; Lord, fool, I am not mad ;-But do you rememOr say, 'tis not your seal, nor your invention : ber? Madam, why laugh you at such a barren You can say none of this : Well, grant it then, rascal? an you smile not, he's gagg’d: And thus And tell me, in the modesty of honour, the whirligig of time brings in his
revenges. Why you have given me such clear lights of Mal. I'll be revenged on the whole pack of favour; (you, you.
[Erit. Bade me come smiling, and cross-garter'd to Oli. He hath been most notoriously abus'd. To put on yellow stockings, and to frown Duke. Pursue him, and entreat him to a Upon Sir Toby, and the lighter* people :
peace: And, acting this in an obedient hope,
He hath not told us of the captain yet; Why have you suffer'd me to be imprison'd, When that is known and golden time convents,t Kept in a dark house, visited by the priest, A solemn combination shall be made And made the most notorious geck,t and gull, of our dear souls-Mean time, sweet sister, That e'er invention play'd on ? tell me why. We will not part from hence. --Cesario, come;
Oli. Alas, Malvolio, this is not my writing, For so you shall be, while you are a man; Though, I confess, much like the character: But, when in other habits you are seen, But, out of question, 'tis Maria's hand. Orsino's mistress, and his fancy's queen. And now I do bethink me, it was she
(Exennt. First told me, thou wast mad; then cam’st in
With hey, ho, the wind and the rain, This practice hath most shrewdly pass’d upon
A foolish thing wous but a toy, thee;
For the rain it raineth every day. But, when we know the grounds and authors But when I came to man's estate, of it,
With hey, ho, the wind and the rain, Thou shalt be both the plaintiff and the judge 'Gainst knave and thief men shut their gate, Of thine own cause.
For the rain it raineth every day. Fab. Good madam, hear me speak;
But when I came, alas! to wive, And let no quarrel, nor no brawl to come,
With hey, ho, the wind and the ruin, Taint the condition of this present hour,
By swaggering could I never thrive,
But when I came unto my bed,
With hey, ho, the wind and the rain, We had conceiv'd against him: Maria writ
With toss-pots still had drunken heud, The letter, at Sir Toby's great importance ;
For the rain it raineth every day. In recompense whereof, he hath married her. A great while ago the world begun, How with a sportful malice it was follow'd,
With hey, ho, the wind and the ruin, May rather pluck on laughter than revenge ; But that's all one, our play is done, If that the injuries be justly weigh’d,
And we'll strive to pieuse you every day. That have on both sides past.
[Exit. * Inferior. + Fool 1 Importunacy.
+ Shall serve.
Alonso, King of Naples.
MIRANDA, Daughter to Prospero.
Other Spirits attending on PROSPERO. CALIBAN, a savage and deformed Slave. Teinculo, a Jester. STEPHANO, a drunken Butler.
Scene, the Sea, with a ship; afterwards an Master of a Ship, Boatswain, and Mariners.
FRANCISCO, } Lords.
him; his complexion is perfect gallows. Stand SCENE I.-On a Ship at Sea. fast, good fate, to his hanging ! make the rope
of his destiny our cable, for our own doth little A Storm, with Thunder and Lightning.
advantage! If he be not born to be hanged, Enter a SHIP-Master and a BOATSWAIN. our case
[Exeunt. Mast. Boatswain,
Re-enter Boatswain. Boats. Here, master : what cheer ?
Boats. Down with the top-mast; yare ; lowMast. Good: Speak to the mariners : fall er, lower; bring her to try with main course. to't yarely, or we run ourselves aground : be- [4 cry within.] A plague upon this howling ! stir, bestir.
[Exit. they are louder than the weather, or our office. Enter MARINERS.
Re-enter SEBASTIAN, ANTONIO, and GONZALO. Boats. Heigh, my hearts ; cheerly, cheerly, Yet again? what do you here? Shall we give my hearts ; yare, yare : Take in the top-sail; o'er, and drown ? Have you a mind to sink? Tend to the master's whistle.-Blow, till thou Seb. A pox o' your throat? you bawling, burst thy wind, if room enough!
blasphemous, uncharitable dog! Enter ALONSO, SEBASTIAN, ANTONIO, FERDI
Boats. Work you, then.
Ant. Hang, cur, hang ! you whoreson, insoAlon. Good boatswain, have care. Where's drowned than thou art.
lent noise-maker, we are less afraid to be the master ? Play the men.
Gon. I'll warrant him from drowning; though Boats. I pray now, keep below.
the ship were no stronger than a nut-shell, and Ant. Where is the master, boatswain ?
as leaky as an unstanched* wench. Boats. Do you not hear him? You mar our
Boats. Lay her a-hold, a-hold ; set her two labour! keep your cabins : you do assist the courses ; off" to sea again, lay her off. storm. Gon. Nay, good, be patient.
Enter MARINERS wet. Boats. When the sea is. Hence! What care Mar. All lost ! to prayers, to prayers ! all these roarers for the name of king ? To cabin : lost !
[Exeunt. silence : trouble us not.
Boats. What, must our mouths be cold ? Gon. Good ; yet remember whom thou hast Gon. The king and prince at prayers ! let us aboard.
assist them, Boats. None that I more love than myself. For our case is as theirs. You are a counsellor ; if you can command Seb. I am out of patience. these elements to silence, and work the peace Ant. We are merelyt cheated of our lives by of the present, we will not hand a rope more
drunkards. use your authority. If you cannot, give thanks This wide-chapped rascal ;—'Would, thou you have lived so long, and make yourself might'st lie drowning, ready in your cabin for the mischance of the The washing of ten tides ! hour, if it so bap.-Cheerly, good hearts.-Out Gon. He'll be hanged yet ; of our way, I say.
[Exit. Though every drop of water swear against it, Gon. I have great comfort from this fellow : And gape at wid'st to glut him. methinks, he hath no drowning mark upon
(À confused noise within.) Readily. † Present instant
Mercy on us. We split, we split! Farewell, Pro. Thou had'st, and more, Miranda : But my wife and children !- Farewell, brother !
how is it,
(else We split, we split, we split.
That this lives in thy mind? What seest thou Ant. Let's all sink with the king. [Exit. In the dark backward and abysm* of time? Seb. Let's take leave of him.
[Exit. If thou remember'st aught,ere thou cam’st here Gon. Now would I give a thousand furlongs How thou cam'at here thou may'st. of sea for an acre of barren ground; long Mira.
But that I do not. heath, brown furze, any thing: The wills above Pro. Twelve years since, Miranda, twelve be done! but I would fain die a dry death.
[Exit. Thy father was the duke of Milan, and
Mira. Sir, are not you my father?
Pro. Thy mother was a piece of virtue, and Mira. If by your art, my dearest father, you She said—thou wast my daughter; and thy have
father Put the wild waters in this roar, allay them: Was duke of Milan; and his only heir The sky, it seems, would pour down stinking A princess; no worse issued. pitch,
[cheek, Mira. O, the heavens ! But that the sea, mounting to the welkin's What foul play had we, that we came from Dashes the fire ont. 0, I have suffer'd Or blessed was't we did i
(thence ? With those that I saw suffer! a brave vessel, Pro. Both, both, my girl : Who had no doubt some noble creatures in her, By foul play, as thou say'st, were we heav'd Dash'd all to pieces. O, the cry did knock But blessedly holp hither.
(thence; Against my very heart! Poor souls! they
Mira, O, my heart bleeds perish'd.
To think o' the teent that I have turn'd you to, Had I been any god of power, I would Which is from my remembrance ! Please you, Have sunk the sea within the earth, or e'er*
[nio, It should the good ship so have swallowed, and Pro. My brother, and thy uncle, call' AntoThe freighting souls within her.
I pray thee, mark me,-that a brother should Pro. Be collected;
Be so perfidious !-he whom, next thyself, No more amazement: tell your piteous beart, Of all the world I lov'd, and to him put There's no harm done.
The manage of my state ; as, at that time, Mira. 0, woe the day!
Through all the signiories it was the first, Pro. No harm.
And Prospero the prime duke; being so reputed I have done nothing but in care of thee, [who In dignity, and, for the liberal arts, (Of thee, my dear one! thee, my daughter!) Without a parallel ; those being all my study, Art ignorant of what thou art, nought knowing The government I cast upon my brother, [ed, Of whence I am; nor that I am more better And to my state grew stranger, being transport'Than Prospero, master of a full poor cell, And wrapt in secret studies. Thy false uncleAnd the no greater father.
Dost thou attend me? Mira. More to know
Mira. Sir, most heedfully, Did never meddle with my thoughts.
Pro. Being once perfected how to grant suits, Pro. "Tis time
How to deny them; whom to advance, and I should inform thee further. Lend thy hand,
whom And pluck my magic garment from me.-So; To trash; for over-topping; new created
(Lays down his mantle. The creatures that were mine ; I say, or chang'd Lie there my art.-Wipe thou thine eyes; have
(touch'd Or else new-form'd them: having both the key The direful spectacle of the wreck, which Of officer and office, set all hearts The very virtue of compassion in thee
To what tune pleased his ear; that now he was I have with such provision in mine art The ivy, which had hid my princely trunk, So safely order'd, that there is no soul- And suck'd my verdure out on't.—Thou atNo, not so much perdition as an hair,
tend'stot: Betid to any creature in the vessel,
I pray thee, mark me. Which thou heard'st cry, which thou saw'st Mira. O good Sir, I do.
[dicate sink. Sit down;
Pro. I thus neglecting worldly ends, all deFor thou must now know further.
To closeness, and the bettering of my mind Mira. You have often
With that, which, but by being so retir'd, [ther Begun to tell me what I am; but stopp'd O’er-priz'd all popular rate, in my false bro, And left me to a bootless inquisition;
Awak'd an evil nature : and my trust, Concluding, Stay, not yet.
Like a good parent, did beget of him Pro. The hour's now come;
A falsehood, in its contrary as great The very minute bids thee ope thine ear; As my trust was; which had, indeed, no limit, Obey, and be attentive. Can'st thou remember A confidence sansg bound. He being thus A time before we came unto this cell ?
lorded, I do not think thou can'st; for then thou wast Not only with what my revenue yielded, Outt three years old.
(not But what my power might else exact,- like one, Mira. Certainly, Sir, I can.
Who having, unto truth, by telling of it,
To credit his own lie,-he did believe
He was the duke ; out of the substitution, Mira. "Tis far off ;
And executing the outward face of royalty, And rather like a dream than an assurance With all prerogative ;-Hence his ambition That my remembrance warrants : Had I not Growing, -Dost hear? Four or five women once, that tended me? Mira. Your tale, Sir, would cure deafness, * Before.