to hear you. If you be not mad, be gone; if you have reafon, be brief: 'tis not that time of the moon with me, to make one in fo fkipping a dialogue. Mar. Will you hoift fail, Sir? here lies your way. Vio. No, good fwabber, I am to hull here a little longer. Some mollification for your giant, fweet Lady tell me your mind, I am a meffenger. : Oli. Sure, you have fome hideous matter to deliver, when the curtefy of it is fo fearful. Speak your office. Vio. It alone concerns your ear. 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. Oli. Yet you began rudely. What are you? what would you? Vio. The rudeness, that hath appear'd in me, have I learn'd from my entertainment. What I am, and what I would, are as fecret as maiden-head; to your ears, divinity; to any other's, prophanation. Oli. Give us the place alone. [Exit Maria.] We will hear this divinity. Now, Sir, what is your text? Vio. Moft fweet Lady, Oli. A comfortable doctrine, and much may be faid of it. Where lies your text? Vio. In Orfino's bofom. Oli. In his bofom? in what chapter of his bofom? Vio. To answer by the method, in the first of his heart. Oli. O, I have read it; it is herefy. Have you no more to say? Vio. Good madam, let me fee your face. Oli. Have you any commiffion from your Lord to negotiate with my face? you are now out of your text; but we will draw the curtain, and fhew you the picture. (3) Look you, Sir, fuch a one I wear this prefent: is't not well done ? [Unveiling. Vio. (3) Look you, Sir, fuch a one I was this prefent: is't not well done?] This is nonfenfe. My correction, I think, clears all up, and gives the expreffion an air of gallantry. Viola preffes to fee Olivia's face: the other Vio. Excellently done, if God did all. Oli. 'Tis in grain, Sir; 'twill endure wind and weather. Vio. 'Tis beauty truly blent, whofe red and white If you will lead thefe graces to the grave, Oli. O, Sir, I will not be fo hard-hearted: I will give out diverfe fchedules of my beauty. It fhall be inventoried, and every particle and utenfil labell'd to my will. As, Item, two lips in different red. Item, two grey eyes, with lids to them. Item, one neck, one chin, and fo forth. Were you fent hither to praise me? Vio. I fee you, what you are; you are too proud; My Lord and Mafter loves you: O, fuch love Oli. How does he love me? Vio. With adorations, with fertile tears, With groans that thunder love, with fighs of fire. other at length pulls off her veil, and fays; We will draw the curtain, In n your denial I would find no sense : + would not understand it. Oli. Why, what would you do? Vio. Make me a willow cabin at your gate, Oli. You might do much : Vio. Above my fortunes, yet my state is wel I am a gentleman. Oli. Get you to your Lord; cannot love him: let him fend no more; Above my fortunes, yet my ftate is well: I am a gentleman I'll be fworn thou art. [Exit. Thy tongue, thy face, thy limbs, actions, and fpirit, Even fo quickly may one catch the plague ? (4) Hollow your name to the reverberate bills.] I have, against the authority of the printed copies, corrected, reverberant. The adjective paffive makes nonfenfe, Το To creep in at mine eyes. Well, let it be What ho, Malvolio, Enter Malvolio. Mal. Here, Madam, at your fervice. Oli. Run after that fame peevish meffenger, Nor hold him up with hopes; I am not for him Oh. I do, I know not what; and fear to find [Exit. [Exit. ACT II. SCENE, the STREET. Enter Antonio and Sebaftian. ANTONIO.. ILL you ftay no longer? nor will you not, that W 1180 Seb. By your patience, no: my ftars fhine darkly over me: the malignancy of my fate might, perhaps, diftemper yours; therefore I fhall crave of you your leave, that I may bear my evils alone. It were a bad fecompence for your love, to lay any of them on you. Ant. Let me yet know of you, whither you are Bound? Seb. No, footh, Sir; my determinate voyage is mere * VOL. III. F extra extravagancy: but I perceive in you fo excellent a touch of modefty, that you will not extort from me what I am willing to keep in; therefore it charges me in manners the rather to exprefs myself: you muft know of me then, Antonio, my name is Sebaftian, which I call'd Rodorigo; my father was that Sebaftian of Mefjaline, whom, I know, you have heard of. He left behind him, myself, and a fifter, both born in one hour; if the heav'ns had been pleas'd, would we had to ended! but you, Sir, alter'd that; for, some hour before you took me from the breach of the fea, was my fifter drown'd. Ant. Alas, the day! Seb. A Lady, Sir, tho' it was faid the much resembled me, was yet of many accounted beautiful; but tho' I could not with fuch eftimable wonder over-far believe that, yet thus far I will boldly publifh her, the bore a mind that envy could not but call fair: she is drown'd already, Sir, with falt water, tho' I seem to drown her remembrance again with more. be Ant. Pardon me, Sir, your bad entertainment. Seb. O good Antonio, forgive me your trouble. Seb. If you will not undo what you have done, that is, kill him whom you have recover'd, desire it not. Fare ye well at once; my bofom is full of kindness, and I am yet fo near the manners of my mother, that upon the leaft occafion more, mine eyes will tell tales of me: I am bound to the Duke Orfino's court; farewel. [Exit. Ant. The gentleness of all the gods go with thee! I have made enemies in Orfino's court, Elfe would I very fhortly fee thee there: That danger shall seem sport, and I will go. (Exit. Enter Viola and Malvolio, at several doors. Mal. Were not you e'en now with the Countefe Olivia ? |