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. I go, sir; but I would not have you to think that my desire of having is the sin of covetousness; but, as you say, sir, let your bounty take a nap; I will awake it anon. [Exit Clown. Enter ANTONIO and Officers. Vio. Here comes the man, sir, that did rescue me. Duke. That face of his do I remember well; Yet, when I saw it last, it was besmeared As black as Vulcan, in the smoke of war: A bawbling vessel was he captain of, For shallow draught, and bulk, unprizable; With which such scathful grapple did he make Cried fame and honor on him.. - What's the matter? That took the Phoenix and her fraught, from Candy; And this is he that did the Tiger board, When your young nephew Titus lost his leg: Here in the streets, desperate of shame and state, Vio. He did me kindness, sir; drew on my side; Duke. Notable pirate! thou salt-water thief! Ant. Orsino, noble sir, Be pleased that I shake off these names you give me Though, I confess, on base and ground enough, (Not meaning to partake with me in danger) Taught him to face me out of his acquaintance, And grew a twenty-years-removed thing, While one would wink; denied me mine own purse, Not half an hour before. Vio. How can this be? Duke. When came he to this town? 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. Enter OLIVIA and Attendants. Duke. Here comes the countess; now heaven walks on earth. But for thee, fellow, fellow, thy words are madness: But more of that anon. Oli. What would my lord, but that he may not have, Wherein Olivia may seem serviceable? Cesario, you do not keep promise with me. Vio. Madam? Duke. Gracious Olivia, Oli. What do you say, Cesario? lord, -Good my Vio. My lord would speak; my duty hushes me. As howling after music. Oli. Still so constant, lord. Duke. What! To perverseness? You uncivil lady, To whose ingrate and unauspicious altars My soul the faithfull'st offerings hath breathed out, Oli. Even what it please my lord, that shall become him. That sometimes savors nobly? But hear me this: That screws me from my true place in your favor, Him will I tear out of that cruel eye, Where he sits crowned in his master's spite. Come, boy, with me; my thoughts are ripe in mischief: I'll sacrifice the lamb that I do love, To spite a raven's heart within a dove. Vio. And I, most jocund, apt, and willingly, To do you rest, a thousand deaths would die. [Going. [Following. Oli. Where goes Cesario? Punish my life for tainting of my love! Oli. Ah me, detested! how am I beguiled! Vio. Who does beguile you? Who does do you wrong ? Oli. Hast thou forgot thyself! Is it so long!Call forth the holy father. [Exit an Attendant. Duke. Come away. [TO VIOLA. Oli. Whither, my lord? - Cesario, husband, stay! Duke. Husband! Oli. Ay, husband; can he that deny? Duke. Her husband, sirrah? Vio. No, my lord, not I. Be that thou know'st thou art, and then thou art Father, I charge thee by thy reverence, Strengthened by interchangement of your rings; Sealed in my function, by my testimony: Since when, my watch hath told me, toward my grave I have travelled but two hours. Duke. O, thou dissembling cub! What wilt thou be, When time hath sowed a grizzle on thy case? Or will not else thy craft so quickly grow, Oli. Enter SIR ANDREW AGUE-CHEEK, with his head broke. Sir And. For the love of God, a surgeon; send one presently to Sir Toby. Oli. What's the matter? Sir And. He has broke my head across, and has 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 count'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. Vio. 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. Sir And. If a bloody coxcomb be a hurt, you have hurt me; I think I think you set nothing by a bloody coxcomb. Enter SIR TOBY BELCH, drunk, led by the Clown. Here comes Sir Toby halting; you shall hear more: but if he had not been in drink, he would have tickled you othergates 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, didst see Dick surgeon, sot? Clo. O, he's drunk, Sir Toby, an hour agone; his eyes were set at eight i' the morning. Sir To. Then he's a rogue and a passy-measures pavin; I hate a drunken rogue. Oli. Away with him: who hath made this havoc with them? Sir And. I'll help you, Sir Toby, because we'll be dressed together. Sir To. Will you help? - An ass-head, and a cox-comb, and a knave? A thin-faced knave, a gull? Oli. Get him to bed, and let his hurt be looked to. [Exeunt Clown, SIR TOBY and SIR ANDREW. 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. We made each other but so late ago. Duke. One face, one voice, one habit, and two persons; A natural perspective, that is, and is not. Seb. Antonio! O, my dear Antonio, How have the hours racked and tortured me, Since I have lost thee! Ant. Sebastian are you? Seb. Fear'st thou that, Antonio? Ant. How have you made division of yourself? — Than these two creatures. Which is Sebastian? Seb. Do I stand there? I never had a brother; [TO VIOLA. What countryman? What name? What parentage? Vio. Of Messaline: Sebastian was my father; Such a Sebastian was my brother too. So went he suited to his watery tomb: You come Seb. to fright us. A spirit I am, indeed; But am in that dimension grossly clad, Were you I should my Vio. My father had a mole upon his brow, Seb. And so had mine. Vio. And died that day when Viola from her birth Had numbered thirteen years. Seb. O, that record is lively in my soul! He finished, indeed, his mortal act, That day that made my sister thirteen years. |