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Sir To. Will you help an afs-head, and a cox-Nor are you therein, by my life, deceiv'd, comb, and a knave; a thin-fac'd knave, a gull! You are betroth'd both to a maid and man.

[Exeunt Clown, Sir Toby, and Sir Andrew. Oli. Get him to bed, and let his hurt be look'd to. Enter Sebastian.

Seb. I am forry, madam, I have hurt your kinf-
But, had it been the brother of my blood, [man;
I must have done no less, with wit, and safety.
You throw a strange regard upon me, and
By that I do perceive it hath offended you;
Pardon me, sweet one, even for the vows

We made each other but fo late ago.

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 haft faid to me athousand times, [To Viola.
Thou never shouldst love woman like to me.

Vio. And all those sayings will I over-swear;
And all those swearings keep as true in foul,
As doth that orbed continent the fire
That fevers day from night.

Duke. Give me thy hand;

Duke. One face, one voice, one habit, and two And let me fee thee in thy woman's weeds.

perfons;

A natural perfpective, that is, and is not!

Seb. Antonio, O my dear Antonio!

How have the hours rack'd and tortur'd me,
Since I have loft thee ?

Ant. Sebastian are you?

Seb. Fear'ft thou that, Antonio ?

Ant. How have you made division of yourself?

An apple, cleft in two, is not more twin

Than these two creatures. Which is Sebaftian ?
Oli. Moft wonderful !

Seb. Do I stand there? I never had a brother:

Vio. The captain, that did bring me first on shore, Hath my maid's garments: he, upon some action, Is now in durance; at Malvolio's fuit,

A gentleman, and follower of my lady's.

Ofi. Heshall enlarge him: Fetch Malvolio hither.
And yet, alas, now I remember me,

They fay, poor gentleman, he's much diftract.
Re-enter Clorun, with a letter.

A most extracting 2 frenzy of mine own
From my remembrance clearly banifh'd his.-
How does he, firrah?

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, Ishould have given you to-day morning; but as a madman's epiftles are no gospels, fo it skills not much, when they

Nor can there be that deity in my nature,
Of here and every where. I had a fifter,
Whom the blind waves and furges have devour'd:-
Of charity, what kin are you to me? [To Viola.
What countryman? what name? what parentage? are deliver'd.

Vio. Of Meffaline: Sebaftian was my father;
Such a Sebastian was my brother too,
So went he suited to his wat'ry tomb:
If spirits can affume both form and fuit,
You come to fright us.

Seb. A fpirit I am, indeed;
But am in that dimension grofly clad,
Which from the womb I did participate.
Were you a woman, as the rest goes even,
I should my tears let fall upon your cheek,
And fay-Thrice welcome, drowned Viola!
Vio. My father had a mole upon his brow.
Sub. And fo had mine.

Oli. Open't, and read it.

Clo. Look then to be well edify'd, when the fool delivers the madman.-By the Lord, madam, Oli. How now, art thou mad?

Clo. No, madam, I do but read madness: an your ladyship will have it as it ought to be, you must allow vox 3.

Oli. Pr'ythee, read i'thy right wits. Clo. So I do, Madonna; but to read his right wits, is to read thus therefore perpend, my princess, and give ear.

Vio. And dy'd that day when Viola from her birth "me, and the world shall know it: though you

Had number'd thirteen years.

Seb. O, that record is lively in my foul!
He finished, indeed, his mortal act,
That day that made my fifter thirteen years.
Vio. If nothing lets to make us happy both,

But this my mafculine ufurp'd attire,
Do not embrace me, till each circumstance
Of place, time, fortune, do cohere, and jump,
That I am Viola: which to confirm,
I'll bring you to a captain in this town
Where lie my maid's weeds; by whose gentle help
I was preferv'd, to serve this noble count:
All the occurrence of my fortune fince
Hath been between this lady, and this lord.

Seb. So comes it, lady, you have been mistook:
[To Olivia.

But nature to her bias drew in that.
You would have been contracted to a maid;

Oli. Read it you, firrah.
Fab. [reads] "By the Lord, madam, you wrong

[To Fabian.

"have put me into darkness, and given your "drunken coufin rule over me, yet have I the be"nefit of my fenfes as well as your ladyship. I "have your own letter that induced me to the fem"blance I put on; with the which I doubt not "but to do myself much right, or you much shame. "Think of me as you please. I leave my duty a "little unthought 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 thought
To think me as well a sister as a wife,
[on,
One day shall crown the alliance on't, so please you,
Here at my house, and at my proper cost. [offer.
Duke. Madam, I am most apt to embrace your

• A perspective seems to be taken for shows exhibited through a glass with fuch lights as make the pictures appear really protuberant. Perhaps we should read distracting. 3 Vox is the Latin word for Your

yoice.

2

Your mafter quits you: and, for your fervice In recompence whereof, he hath marry'd her.

done him,

So much against the metal of your sex, [To Viola.
So far beneath your foft and tender breeding,
And fince you call'd me master for fo long,
Here is my hand; you shall from this time be
Your master's mistress.

Oli. A fifter?-you are she.

Oli. Have I, Malvolio? no.

How with a sportful malice it was follow'd,
May rather pluck on laughter than revenge;
If that the injuries be juttly weigh'd,
That have on both fides part.

Oli. Alas, poor fool! how have they baffled thee +?

Clo. Why, "fome are born great, fome atchieve Re-enter Fabian, with Malvolio. "greatness, and forme have greatnefs thrown upon Duke. Is this the madman? [volio?" them." I was one, fir, in this interlude; one Sir Oli. Ay, my lord, this fame: How now, Mal- Topas, fir; but that's all one: "By the Lord, Mal. Madam, you have done me wrong, no- "fool, I am not mad!"-But do you remember, torious wrong. madam,-"Why laugh you at fuch a barren rafcal? [letter: "an you fmile not, he's gagg'd:" And thus the Mal. Lady, you have. Pray you, perufe that whirligig of time brings in his revenges. You must not now deny it is your hand, Write from it, if you can, in hand, or phrafe : Or fay, 'tis not your feal, 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 such clear lights of favour;
Badę me come smiling, 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 fuffer'd me to be imprifon'd,
Kept in a dark house, visited by the prieft,
And made the most notorious geck 2, and gull,
Thate'er invention play'd on? tell me why?

Oli. Alas, Malvolio, this is not my writing,
Though, I confefs, much like the character:
But, out of question, 'tis Maria's hand.
And now I do bethink me, it was the
First told me, thou wast mad; then cam'stin smiling,
And in fuch forms which here were presuppos'd
Upon thee in the letter. Pr'ythee, be content:
This practice hath most shrewdly pass'd upon thee;
But, when we know the grounds and authors of it,
Thou shalt be both the plaintiff and the judge
Of thine own caufe.

Fab. Good madam, hear me speak:
And let no quarrel, nor no brawl to come,
Taint the condition of this present hour,
Which I have wondred at. In hope it shall not,
Moft freely I confefs, myself, and Toby,
Set this device againft Malvolio here,

Upon fome stubborn and uncourteous parts
We had conceiv'd against him: Maria writ
The letter, at Sir Toby's great importance 3;

Mal, I'll be reveng'd on the whole pack of you.
[Exit.

Oli. He hath been most notoriousfly abus'd.
Duke. Purfue him, and intreat him to a peace:-
He hath not told us of the captain yet;
When that is known, and golden time convents 5,
A folemn combination shall be made

Of our dear fouls: -Mean time, sweet sister,
We will not part from hence. Cefario, come;
For fo you shall be, while you are a man;
But, when in other habits you are seen,
Orfino's mistress, and his fancy's queen. [Exeunt.
Clown fings.

Meaning, people of less dignity or importance.

When that I was and a little tiny boy,
With bey, ho, the wind and the rain,

A foolish thing was but a toy,

For the rain is raineth every day,

But when I came to man's estate,

With bey, bo, &c.

'Gainst knaves and thieves, men fout their gate, For the rain, &c,

But when I came, alas! to wive,

With bey, bo, &c.

By Swaggering could I never thrive,

For the rain, &c.

But when I came unto my beds,

With bey, bo, &c.

With tofs-pots still had drunken bead",
For the rain, &c.

A great while ago the world begun,
With bey, bo, &c.

But that's all one, our play is done,

And we'll strive to please you every day. [Exit.

2 i. e. fool. 3 Importance is importunement.

Baffled in this place means, treated with the greatest ignominy imaginable. 5 i. e. calls us together again.

WINTER'S

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AKCHIDAMUS, a Bohemian Lord.

ROGERO, a Sicilian Gentleman.

An Attendant on the young Prince Mamillius.

Officers of a Court of Judicature.

Old Shepherd, reputed Father of Perdita.

Clorun, bis Son.

A Mariner.

Gaoler.

Servant to the old Shepherd.
AUTOLYCUS, a Rogue.

TIME, as Chorus.

HERMIONE, Queen to Leantes.

PERDITA, Daughter to Leontes and Hermione.

PAULINA, Wife to Antigonus.

EMILIA, a Lady.

Tavo other Ladies.

MOPSA,

DORCAS,

} Shepherdesses.

Satyrs for a dance, Shepherds, Shepherdesses, Guards, and Attendants.
SCENE, Sometimes in Sicilia; Sometimes in Robeтіл.

Arch.

SCENE

ACT

I.

An Antichamber in Leontes' Palace.
Enter Camille and Archidamus.

I
F you shall chance, Camillo, to vifit
Bohemia, on the like occafion where-
on my fervices are now on foot, you shall fee, as I
have faid, great difference betwixt our Bohemia
and your Sicilia.

Cam. I think, this coming summer, the king of Sicilia means to pay Bohemia the vifitation which he justly owes him.

Arch, Wherein our entertainment shall shame us, we will be juftified in our loves: for, indeed, Cam. 'Beseech you,

I.

Bohemia. They were trained together in their childhoods; and there rooted betwixt them then fuch an affection, which cannot chuse but branch now. Since their more mature dignities, and royal neceffities, made feparation of their fociety, their encounters, though not perfonal, have been royally attorney'd, with interchange of gifts, letters, loving embaffies; that they have feem'd to be together, though abfent; shook hands, as over a vast; and embrac'd, as it were, from the ends of opposed winds. The heavens continue their loves!

Arch. I think, there is not in the world either malice, or matter, to alter it. You have an unfpeakable comfort of your young prince Mamillius; it is a gentleman of the greatest promife, that ever came into my note.

Arch. Verily, I fpeak it in the freedom of my knowledge: we cannot with fuch magnificence- Cam. I very well agree with you in the hopes in fo rare-I know not what to fay. We will of him: It is a gallant child; one that, indeed, give you fleepy drinks; that your fenfes, unin- phyficks the fubject 2, makes old hearts fresh : telligent of our infufficience, may, though they cannot praise us, as little accuse us.

Cam. You pay a great deal too dear, for what's given freely.

Arch. Believe me, I speak as my understanding inftructs me, and as mine honesty puts it to ut

terance.

Cam. Sicilia connot shew himself over kind to

they, that went on crutches ere he was born, defire yet their life, to fee him a man.

Arch. Would they else be content to die?

Cam. Yes; if there were no other excuse why they should defire to live.

Arch. If the king had no fon, they would defire to live on crutches 'till he had one.

[Exeunt.

Vaftum is the ancient term for wafle uncultivated land; over a vast, therefore, means at a great 2 Meaning, has the power of affuaging the fenfe of

and vacant diftance from each other.

mifery.

SCENE

SCENE

A Room of State.

II.

Enter Leontes, Hermione, Mamillius, Polixenes, Ca-
millo, and Attendants.

Pol. Nine changes of the wat'ry star hath been
The shepherd's note, fince we have left our throne
Without a burden: time as long again

Would be fill'd up, my brother, with our thanks;
And yet we should, for perpetuity,

Go hence in debt: And therefore, like a cypher,
Yet standing in rich place, I multiply,

With one we thank you, many thousands more
That go before it.

Lee. Stay your thanks a while;

And pay them when you part.

Pol. Sir, that's to-morrow.

I am question'd by my fears, of what may chance,
Or breed upon our abfence: That may blow
No fneaping winds at home, to make us fay,
This is put forth too truly! Besides, I have stay'd
To tire your royalty.

Leo. We are tougher, brother,

Than you can put us to't.

Pol. No longer stay.

Leo. One seven-night longer.

Pol. Very footh, to-morrow.

[that

Leo. We'll part the time between's then; and in

I'll no gain-faying.

Pol. Press me not, 'beseech you, fo;

There is no tongue that
[world,
moves; none, none i' the
So foon as yours, could win me: so it should now,
Were there neceffity in your request, although
'Twere needful I deny'd it. My affairs
Do even drag me homeward: which to hinder,
Were, in your love, a whip to me; my stay,
To you, a charge, and trouble: to save both,
Farewell, our brother.

Leo. Tongue-ty'd, our queen? speak you.
Her. I had thought, fir, to have held my peace,

until

You had drawn oaths from him, not to stay. You, fir,
Charge him too coldly: Tell him, you are fure,
All in Bohemia's well: this fatisfaction

The by-gone day proclaim'd; fay this to him,
He's beat from his best ward.

Lco. Well faid, Hermione.

Her. To tell, he longs to fee his son, were strong:
But let him say so then, and let him go;
But let him fwear fo, and he shall not stay,
We'll thwack him hence with diftaffs.-
Yet of your royal prefence I'll adventure

[To Polixenes.

The borrow of a week. When at Bohemia
You take my lord, I'll give you my commiffion,
To let him there a month, behind the gest 3
Prefix'd for his parting: yet, good deed 4, Leontes,
I love thee not a jar o' the clock behind

What lady she her lord. You'll stay?

Pol. No, madam.

Her. Nay, but you will?
Pol. I may not, verily.

Her. Verily!

Though you would feek to unfphere the stars with
You put me off with limber vows: But I, [caths,
You shall not go; a lady's verily is
Should yet fay, Sir, no going. Verily,
Force me to keep you as a prifoner,
As potent as a lord's. Will you go yet?

Not like a guest; fo you shall pay your fees, [you?
When you depart, and save your thanks. How fay
My prifoner? or my guest? by your dread verily,
One of them you shall be.

Pol. Your guest then, madam:
Which is for me less easy to commit,
To be your prifoner, should import offending;
Than you to punish.

Her. Not your gaoler then,
But your kind hostess. Come, I'll question you
Of my lord's tricks, and yours, when you were boys,
You were pretty lordings 6 then.

Pol. We were, fair queen,

Two lads, that thought there was no more behind,
But fuch a day to-morrow as to-day,

And to be boy eternal.

Her. Was not my lord the verier wag o' the two?

Pol. We were as twinn'd lambs, that did frifsk

i' the fun,

And bleat the one at the other: what we chang'd,
Was innocence for innocence; we knew not
The doctrine of ill-doing, no, nor dream'd
That any did: Had we pursu'd that life,

And our weak spirits ne'er been higher rear'd
With stronger blood, we should have answer'd

heaven

Boldly, Not guilty; the impofition clear'd,
Hereditary ours 7.

Her. By this we gather,

You have tripp'd fince.

Pol. O my most facred lady,
Temptations have fince then been born to us: for
In those unfiedg'd days was my wife a girl;
Your precious felf had then not cross'd the eyes
Of my young play-fellow.

Her. Grace to boot!

Of this make no conclufion; left you fay,
Your qusen and I are devils: Yet, go on;
The offences we have made you do, we'll answer;
If you firft finn'd with us, and that with us
You did continue fault, and that you flipp'd not
With any but with us.

Leo. Is he won yet?

Her. He'll stay, my lord.

Hermione, my deareft, thou never spok'it
To better purpose.

Leo. At my request, he would not.

I That is here put for Oh! The meaning is, "Oh, that no sneaping (or checking) winds at home may blow." 2 i. e. hinder or detain. greffes the king's stages, as we may fee by the journals of them in the Heralds Office, were called 3 Geft fignifies a stage or journey. In the time of royal prohis gefts; from the old French word gifte, diverforium. 4i.e. indeed, or in very deed. 5 i. e. a fingle vibration, or ticking, made by the pendulum of a clock. 6 A diminutive of lord. 7 Setting afide original fin; bating the impofition from the offence of our first parents, we might have boldly protested our nocence to heaven.. Her

Her. Never?

Leo. Never, but once.

Her. What? have I twice faid well? when

'twas before?

[us

I pr'ythee, tell me: Cram us with praife, and make
As fat as tame things: One good deed, dying
tongueless,

Slaughters a thousand, waiting upon that.
Our praifes are our wages: You may ride us
With one foft kiss a thousand furlongs, ere
With spur we heat an acre.

But to the goal;-
My laft good deed was, to intreat his stay;
What was my first? It has an elder fifter,

Or I mistake you; O, would her name were Grace!
But once before I fpoke to the prpose: When?
Nay, let me have't; I long.

[death,

Lea. Why, that was when
Three crabbed months had four'd themselves to
Ere I could make thee open thy white hand,
And clap 2 thyfelf my love; then didst thou utter,
"I am yours for ever."

Her. It is Grace, indeed.

That will fay any thing: But were they false
As o'er-dy'd blacks 3, as winds, as waters; false
As dice are to be wifh'd, by one that fixes
No bourn 9 'twixt his and mine; yet were it true
To say, this boy were like me. -Come, fir page,
Look on me with your welkin-eye 10: Sweet villain!
Most dear'st! my collop 11! - Can thy dam? may't
Affection 12! thy intention stabs the center. [be?
Thou doft make poffible things not to held,
Communicat'st with dreams,-How can this be?-
With what's unreal; thou coactive art,

And fellow'ft nothing: Then, 'tis very credent 13.
Thou may'st co-join with fomething; and thou doft;
And that beyond committion; and I find it,
And that to the infection of my brains,
And hardning of my brows.

Pol. What means Sicilia ?

Har. He fomething feems unfettled.
Pol. How? my lord?

[ther 14?

Leo. What cheer? how is't with you, beft bro-
Her. You look,

[twice: As if you held a brow of much diftraction:

Why, lo you now, I have spoke to the purpofe Are you mov'd, my lord?

The one for ever earn'd a royal husband;

The other, for fome while a friend.

Leo. No, in good earneft.

How fometimes nature will betray its folly,
[Giving ber band to Polixenes. Its tenderness; and make itself a paftime

[Afide. To harder bofoms!---Looking on the lines
Of my boy's face, methoughts, I did recoil
Twenty-three years; and faw myfelf unbreeched,
In my green velvet coat; my dagger muzzled,
Left it should bite its master, and to prove,
As ornament oft does, too dangerous.

Leo. Too hot, too hot:
To mingle f. iendship far, is mingling bloods.
I have tremor cordis on me:-my heart dances;
But not for joy,-not joy. This entertainment
May a free face put on: derive a liberty
From heartiness, from bounty, fertile bosom,
And well become the agent: it may, I grant:
But to be padling palms, and pinching fingers,
As now they are; and making practis'd smiles,
As in a looking-glass ;--and then, to figh, as 'twere
The mort o'the deer 3; oh, that is entertainment
My bosom likes not, nor my brows.-Mamillius,
Art thou my boy ?

Mam. Ay, my good lord.
Leo. I'fecks?

[thy nofe?

Why, that's my bawcock 4. What, haft fmutch'd
They say, it's a copy out of mine. Come, captain,
We must be neat; not neat, but cleanly, captain:
And yet the steer, the heifer, and the calf,

Are all call'd, neat. Still virginalling 5

[Obferving Polixenes and Hermione. Upon his palm ? - How now, you wanton calf? Art thou my calf ?

Mam. Yes, if you will, my lord.

How like, methought, I then was to this kernel,
This squash, this gentleman :- Mine honest friend,
Will you take eggs for money 15 ?

Mam. No, my lord, I'll fight.

Leo. You will? why, happy man be his dole 161
My brother,

Are you fo fond of your young prince, as we
Do feem to be of ours ?

Pol. If at home, fir,

He's all my exercife, my mirth, my matter;
Now my fworn friend, and then mine enemy;
My parafite, my foldier, states-man, all :
He makes a July's day short as December;
And, with his varying childness, cures in me
Thoughts that would thick my blood.

Leo. So stands this squire

Offic'd with me: We two will walk, my lord,
And leave you to your graver steps.-Hermione,

Leo. Thou want'st a rough pash 6, and the shoots 7 How thou lov'st us, shew in our brother's welcome;

that I have,

To be full like me:-yet, they say, we are
Almost as like as eggs; women say so,

Let what is dear in Sicily, be cheap:
Next to thyself, and my young rover, he's
Apparent 17 to my heart.

1 Meaning, to come to the point, or purpose. 2 Alluding to the custom of people clapping the palms of their hands together when they conclude or make a bargain. Hence the phrafe to clap up a bargain. 3 A lesson upon the horn at the death of the deer. 4 Perhaps derived from beau and caq. We still fay that fuch a one is a jolly cock, a cock of the game. S A virginal is a very small kind of fpinnet. 6 Pash is kiss, from paz Spanish. i. e. thou want'ft a mouth made rough by a beard to kiss with. 7 Shoots are branches, i. e. horns. Leontes is alluding to the ensigns of cuckoldom. 8 Blacks was the common term for mourning. 9 Bourn is boundary. 10 i. e. blue eye; an eye of the fame colour with the welkin, or sky. 11 i. e. a piece or flice of myself. 12 Affection here means imagination. credible. 14 This line would feem to belong to the preceding speaker. IS A proverbial faying, borrowed from the French, and implying, Will you put up affronts? 16 Another proverbial expreffion, meaning, "May his dole or share in lite be to be a happy man." 17 Meaning, next to my heart.

13 i. e.

Her.

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