Oli. Are you a comedian ? Vio. No, my profound heart; and yet, by the very fangs of malice I swear I am not that I play. Are you the lady of the house? Oli. If I do not usurp myself, I am. Vio. Most certain, if you are she, you do usurp yourself; for what is yours to bestow is not yours to reserve. But this is from my commission: I will on with my speech in your praise, and then show you the heart of my message. Oli. Come to what is important in 't: I forgive you the praise. Vio. Alas! I took great pains to study it, and 't is poetical. Oli. It is the more like to be feigned: I pray you, keep it in. I heard you were saucy at my gates, and allowed your approach rather to wonder at you than to hear you. If you be not mad, be gone; if you have reason, be brief: 't is not that time of moon with me to make one in so skipping a dialogue. Mar. Will you hoist sail, sir? here lies your way. Vio. No, good swabber; I am to hull here a Some mollification for your giant, little longer. sweet lady. Oli Tell me your mind. Vio. I am a messenger. Oli. Sure, you have some hideous matter to deliver, when the courtesy of it is so fearful. Speak your office. I bring no overture of war, no taxation of homage: I hold the olive in my hand; my words are as full of peace as matter. Vio. It alone concerns your ear. Oli. Yet you began rudely. what would you? What are you? Vio. The rudeness that hath appeared in me, have I learned from my entertainment. What I am, and what I would, are as secret as maidenhead to your ears, divinity; to any other's, profanation. Oli. Give us the place alone: we will hear this divinity. [Exit MARIA.] Now, sir, what is your text? Vio. Most sweet lady, Oli. A comfortable doctrine, and much may be said of it. Where lies your text? Vio. In Orsino's bosom. Oli. In his bosom! bosom? In what chapter of his Tio. To answer by the method, in the first of Oli. O, I have read it: it is heresy. Have you no more to say? Vio. Good madam, let me see your face. Oli. Have you any commission from your lord to negotiate with my face? You are now out of your text: but we will draw the curtain, and show you the picture. Look you, sir; such a one I was this present is 't not well done? [Unveiling. Vio. Excellently done, if God did all. Oli. 'T is in grain, sir; 't will endure wind and weather. Vio. 'T is beauty truly blent, whose red and Nature's own sweet and cunning hand laid on. If you will lead these graces to the grave And leave the world no copy. Oli. O, sir, I will not be so hard-hearted; I will give out divers schedules of my beauty: it shall be inventoried, and every particle and utensil labelled to my will:-as, item, two lips indifferent red ; item, two grey eyes with lids to them; item, one neck, one chin, and so forth. Were you sent hither to praise me? Vio. I see you, what you are, you are too proud: But, if you were the devil, you are fair. My lord and master loves you: O, such love crowned The nonpareil of beauty! Oli. How does he love me? Vio. With adorations, with fertile tears, With groans that thunder love, with sighs of fire. Oli. Your lord does know my mind; I cannot love him: Yet I suppose him virtuous, know him noble ; In your denial I would find no sense : I would not understand it. Oli. Why, what would you? Vio. Make me a willow cabin at your gate, Write loyal cantons of contemnéd love, And sing them loud even in the dead of night; And make the babbling gossip of the air But you should pity me. Oli. You might do much. age? What is your parent Vio. Above my fortunes, yet my state is well : I am a gentleman. Oli. Get you to your lord: I cannot love him: let him send no more;— Love make his heart of flint that you shall love; 'Above my fortunes, yet my state is well: I am a gentleman.'—I'll be sworn thou art; soft! Unless the master were the man.-How now! Even so quickly may one catch the blueno? |