Enter Helena, and Widow. King. Is there no Exorcift Beguiles the truer office of mine eyes? Hel. No, my good Lord, 'Tis but a fhadow of a Wife you The name, and not the thing. Ber. Both, Both; oh, pardon! fee, Hel. Oh, my good Lord, when I was like this Maid, I found you wond'rous kind; there is your ring, And look you, here's your letter: this it fays, When from my finger you can get this ring, And are by me with child, &c. This is done. Will you be mine, now you are doubly won? Ber. If fhe, my Liege, can make me know this clearly, I'll love her dearly, ever, ever dearly. Hel. If it appear not plain, and prove untrue, Deadly Divorce ftep between me and you! O, my dear Mother, do I fee you living? [To the Countefs. Laf. Mine eyes fmell onions, I fhall weep anon: Good Tom Drum, lend me a handkerchief, [To Parolles. So, I thank thee, wait on me home. I'll make fport with thee let thy courtefies alone, they are fcurvy ones. King. Let us from point to point this story know, To make the even truth in pleafure flow: If thou beeft yet a fresh uncropped flower, [To Diana. Chufe thou thy husband, and I'll pay thy dower; For I can guels, that by thy honeft aid, Thou kept'ft a Wife her felf, thy felf a Maid. All yet feems well, and if it end fo meet, The bitter paft, more welcome is the sweet. [Exeunt. EPILOGUE. THE Spoken by the KING. HE King's a beggar, now the Play is done: Dramatis Perfonæ. ORSINO, Duke of Illyria. Sebaftian, a young Gentleman, Brother to Viola, Valentine, } Gentlemen, attending on the Duke. Sir Toby Belch, Uncle to Olivia. Sir Andrew Ague-cheek, a foolish Knight, pretending to Olivia. A Sea-captain, Friend to Viola. Fabian, Servant to Olivia. Malvolio, a fantastical Steward to Olivia. Clown, Servant to Olivia. Olivia, a Lady of great beauty and fortune, belov'd by the Duke. Viola, in love with the Duke, Maria, Olivia's Woman. Prieft, Sailors, Officers, and other Attendants. SCENE, a City on the Coaft of Illyria. 1 TWELFTH |