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Reveals before 'tis ripe) what thou dost know
Priest. A contract of eternal bond of love,
Duke. O thou dissembling cub! what wilt thou be When time hath sow'd a grizzel on thy case? Or will not else thy craft to quickly grow, That thine own trip shall be thine overthrow ? Farewel, and take her ; but direct thy feet, Where thou and I henceforth may never meet.
Vio. My Lord, I do protest
Oli. O do not swear; Hold little faith, tho' thou hast too much fear ? SCENE IV. Enter Sir Andrew, with his head broke.
Sir And. For the love of God a surgeon, and fend one presently to Sir Toby.
Oli. What's the matter?
Sir And. H'as broke my head across, and 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 Duke'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.
Vin. 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.
Enter Sir Toby, and Clown. Sir And. If a bloody coxcomb be a hurt, you have hurt me. I think you set nothing by a bloody cox
comb. Here comes Sir Toby halting, you shall hear more; but if he had not been in drink, he would have tickled you other-gates 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, didit fee Dick surgeon, sot?
Clo. O he's drunk, Sir Toby, above an hour agone; his eyes were set at eight i' th' morning.
Sir To. Then he's a rogue, and a past-measure Painim. I hate a drunken rogue.
Oli. Away with him: who hath made this havock with them?
Sir And. I'll help you, Sir Toby, because we'll be dress’d together.
Sir To. Will you help an afs-head, and a coxcomb, and a knave, a thine-face'd knave, a gull ?
[Exeunt Clo. To. and And. Oli. Get him to bed, and let his hurt be look'd to.
SCENE V. 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.
[ All stand in anaze. You throw a strange regard on me, by which 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 perA natral perspective, that is, and is not ! [fons;
Seb. Antonio, O my dear Antonio !
Ant. Sebastian are you?
Ant. How have you made division of yourself?
Oli. Most wonderful !
Seb. Do I ftand there? I never had a brother:
Whom the blind waves and surges have devour'd.
[T. Viola. What countryman ? what name? what parentage ?
Vio. Of Meffaline ; Sebastian was my father ;
Seb. A fpirit I am, indeed ;
Vio. My father had a mole upon his brow.
Vio. And died that day, when Viola from her birtir Had number'd thirteen years.
Seb. O, that record is lively in my soul;
Vio. If nothing lets to make us happy both,
[To Olivia, But nature to her bias drew in that. You would have been contracted to a maid, Nor are you therein, by my life, deceiv'd; You are betroth'd both to a maid and man.
Duke. Be not amaz’d: 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 Vio. Thou never should'st love woman like to me.
Vio. And all those sayings will I over-swear,
Duke. Give me thy hand,
Vio. The captain that did bring me first on shore, Hath
some action Is now in durance, at Malvolio's fuit, A gentleman and follower of my Lady's.
Oli. He shall enlarge him: fetch Malvolio hither.
S C Ε Ν Ε VI.
Clo. Truly, Madam, he holds Belzebub at the stave's end, as well as a man in his case may do: h’as here writ a letter to you, I should have given't you to-day morning. But as a madman's epistles are no gospels, so it skills not much when they are deliver’d.
Oli. Open't, and read it.
Clo. Look then to be well edify’d, when the fool delivers the madman. -By the Lord, Madami,
[Reads. Oli. How now, art mad?
Clo. No, Madam; I do but read madness: an your Ladyship will have it as it ought to be, you must allow
Oli. Pr’ythee read it i'thy right wits.
Clo. So I do, Madona; but to read his right wits, iş to read thus: therefore perpend, my Princess, and give ear. @li. Read it you, firrah.
[To Fabian. Fab. [Reads.] By the Lord, Madam, you wrong me, and the world fall know it: though you have put me into
* 1. 6. A frenzy that drew me away from every thing but its own object.
darkness, and given your drunken uncle rule over me, yet bave I the benefit of my senses as well as your Ladyfhip. I have your own letter that induced me to the semblance I put on; with the which I doubt nor bui to do 11 felf much right, or you much fbame: think of me as you please. I leave my duty a little tinthought of, and speak out of my injury.
The madly us'd Malvolio. Oli. Did he write this? Clo. Ay, Madam. Duke. This favours not much of distraction.
Oli. See him deliver'd, Fabian ; bring him hither. My Lord, so please you, these things further thoaght To think me as well a filter as a wife;
[on, One day shall crown th' alliance on’t, so please you, Here at my house, and at my proper cost.
Duke. Madam, I am most apt t embrace your offer. * Your master quits you; and for your service done him, So much against the metal of your sex,
[To Viola. So far beneath your soft and tender breeding; (And since you callid me master for so long), Here is my hand you shall from this time be Your master's mistress. Oli. A fifter,
SCENE VII. Enter Malvolio.
[wrong. Mal. Lady, you have; pray you, peruse that letter. You must not now deny it is your
hand. Write from it if you can, in hand or phrase; Or say, 'tis not your seal, nor your invention ; You can fay none of this. Well, grant it then; And tell me in the modesty of honour, Why you have given me fuch clear lights of favour, Bade me come finiling and cross-garter'd to you, To put on yellow stockings, and to frown Upon Sir Toby, and the lighter people : And acting this in an obedient hope, Why have you suffer'd me to be imprison’d, Kept in a dark house, visited by the priest,
-you are she.