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That I am ready to distrust mine
eyes, And wrangle with my reason, that persuades me To any other trust, but that I'm mad, Or else the Lady's mad; yet, if 'twere fo, She could not sway her house, command her followers, Take, and give back affairs, and their dispatch, With such a smooth, discreet, and stable bearing, As I perceive she does; there's something in't That is deceivable. But here she comes.
Enter Olivia and Priest. Oli. Blame not this haste of mine: if you mean well, Now go with me, and with this holy man, Into the chantry by; there before him, And underneath that consecrated roof, Plight me the full assurance of your faith !; That
my most jealous and too doubtful soul May live at peace.
He shall conceal it,
you; And having sworn truth, ever will be true. Oli. Then lead the way, good father; and heav'ns
fo shine, That they may fairly note this act of mine!
Fab. N° Wieties thou lov’t me, let me see his
Fab. TOW, as thou lov'it me, let me see his
letter. Clo. Good Mr. Fabian, grant me another request, Fab. Any thing: Clo. Do not desire to see this letter.
Fab. This is to give a dog, and in recompence desire my dog again.
Enter Duke, Viola, Curio, and Lords. Duke. Belong you to the Lady Olivia, friends ? Clo. Ay, Sir, we are some of her trappings.
Duke. I know thee well; how doit thou, my good fellow?
Cla. Truly, Sir, the better for my foes, and the worse for my friends.
Duke. Just the contrary ; the better for thy friends.
Clo. Marry, Şir, they praise me, and make an ass of me; now, my foes tell me plainly I am an ass ; so that by my foes, Sir, I profit in the knowledge of n
myself; and by my friends I am abused : so that conclue fion to be asked, is, if your four negative's make your two affirmatives, why, then the worse for my friends, and the better for my foes.
Duke. Why, this is excellent.
Clo. By my troth, Sir, no, though it please you to be one of my
friends. Duke. Thou shalt not be the worse for me, there's gold.
Glo. But that it would be double dealing, Sir, I would
could make it another. Duke. O, you give me ill counsel,
Çlo. Put your Grace in your pocket, Sir, for this once, and let your flesh and blood obey it.
Duke. Well, I will be so much a finner to be a double-dealer : there's another.
Clo. Primo, fecundo, tertio, is a good play; and the old saying is, the third pays for all: the triplex, Sir, is a good tripping measure; or the bells of St. Bennet, Sir, may put you'in mind, one, two, three.
Duke. You can fool no more money out of me at this throw; if you will let your lady know I am here to speak with her, and bring her along with you, it may awake my bounty further.
Clo. Marry, Sir, lullaby to your bounty till I come again. Igo, Sir; but I would not have you to think, that my defire of having is the fin of covetoufncfs; but,
as you say, Sir, let your bounty take a nap, and I will awake it anon.
S C Ε Ν Ε ΙΙ.
Enter Antonio and Officers.
Duke. That face of his I do remember well;
i Ofi. Orsino, this is that Antonio,
Vio. He did me kindness, Sir; drew on my fide ;
Duke. Notable pirate! thou falt water thief!
Ant. Orsino, noble Sir, Be pleas’d that I shake off these names you give me : Antonio never yet was thief, or pirate; Though I confess, on base and ground enough, Orsino's enemy. A witchcraft drew me hither : That most ungrateful boy there, by your fide, From the rude sea's enrage'd and foamy mouth Did I redeemn; a wreck past hope he was: His life I gave him, and did iliereto add My love without retention or restraint ; All his in dedication. For his fake, Did I expose myself (pure for his love) Into the danger of this adverse town;
Drew to defend him, when he was beset;
Vio. How can this be ?
Ant. To-day, my Lord; and for three months before (No interim, not a minute’s vacancy) Both day and night did we keep company.
SCENE III. Enter Olivia and attendants.
Oli. What would my Lord, but that he may not have,
Oli. If it be aught to the old tune, my Lord,
Duke. Still fo cruel ?
Duke. What, to perverfencss? you uncivil Lady,
him. Duke. Why should I not, had I the heart to do't, Like to th’Egyptian thief *, at point of death
* The Egyptian thief was Thyamis, See the stury in the Theagires and Chariclea if Heliodorus,
Kill what I love? a favage jealousy,
the marble-breasted tyrant still :
(chief. To spight a raven's heart within a dove. [Duke gring.
Vio. And I molt jocund, apt, and willingly, To do you rest a thousand deaths would die. [ following. Oli. Where
Oli. Ay me, detested ! how am I beguild ?
Oli. Hast thou forgot thyself? Is it so long?
Oli. Alas, it is the baseness of thy fear,