Must be digested, give a favour from you [BERTRAM gives a ring. eye, While I was speaking, oft was fasten'd to❜t.— 84 And yet I know not: thou didst hate her And she is dead; which nothing, but to close We'll sift this matter further. I would relieve her. Had you that craft to Prove that I husbanded her bed in Florence, reave her Of what should stead her most? Ber. Count. Where yet she never was. [Exit guarded. King. I am wrapp'd in dismal thinkings. 88 Gent. Son, on my life, I have seen her wear it; and she reckon❜d it Laf. I stood engag'd: but when I had subscrib'd Plutus himself, 96 Enter the gentle Astringer. Gracious sovereign, 128 Whether I have been to blame or no, I know not: Here's a petition from a Florentine, Who hath, for four or five removes come short King. Upon his many protestations to marry me when his wife was dead, I blush to say it, he won me. Now is the Count Rou100 sillon a widower: his vows are forfeited to me, and my honour's paid to him. He stole from Florence, taking no leave, and I follow him to his country for justice. Grant it me, O king! in you it best lies; otherwise a seducer flourishes, and a poor maid is undone. King. 104 Whoever gave it you. Then, if you know 147 DIANA CAPILET. Laf. I will buy me a son-in-law in a fair, and toll for this: I'll none of him. King. The heavens have thought well on thee, Lafeu, You got it from her. She call'd the saints to To bring forth this discovery. Seek these surety, My suit, as I do understand, you know, Both suffer under this complaint we bring, 164 King. Come hither, county; do you know these women? Ber. My lord, I neither can nor will deny But that I know them: do they charge me further? 168 Dia. Why do you look so strange upon your wife? Ber. She's none of mine, my lord. If you shall marry, You give away this hand, and that is mine; You give away heaven's vows, and those are mine; 172 You give away myself, which is known mine; 176 Laf. [To BERTRAM.] Your reputation comes too short for my daughter: you are no husband for her. Ber. My lord, this is a fond and desperate creature, 180 Whom sometime I have laugh'd with: let your highness Lay a more noble thought upon mine honour Than for to think that I would sink it here. King. Sir, for my thoughts, you have them ill to friend, 184 Till your deeds gain them: fairer prove your honour, Than in my thought it lies. Dia. Ask him upon his oath, if he does think He had not my virginity. That ring's a thousand proofs. Ber. 208 216 She hath that ring of yours. Ber. I think she has: certain it is I lik'd her, And boarded her i' the wanton way of youth. 213 She knew her distance and did angle for me, Madding my eagerness with her restraint, As all impediments in fancy's course Are motives of more fancy; and, in fine, Her infinite cunning, with her modern grace, Subdued me to her rate: she got the ring, And I had that which any inferior might At market-price have bought. Dia. 220 I must be patient; You, that have turn'd off a first so noble wife, May justly diet me. I pray you yet,— Since you lack virtue I will lose a husband,-224 Send for your ring; I will return it home, And give me mine again. Ber. I have it not. King. What ring was yours, I pray you? Sir, much like Dia. Good my lord, 188 I have spoke the truth. 232 Re-enter Attendant with PAROLLES. Ber. My lord, I do confess the ring was hers. King. You boggle shrewdly, every feather starts you. Is this the man you speak of? Ay, my lord. Dia. King. Tell me, sirrah, but tell me true, I charge you, 236 Not fearing the displeasure of your master,— Which, on your just proceeding I'll keep off,By him and by this woman here what know you? Par. So please your majesty, my master hath been an honourable gentleman: tricks he hath had in him, which gentlemen have. King. Come, come, to the purpose: did he love this woman? Par. Faith, sir, he did love her; but how? 244 Par. He did love her, sir, as a gentleman loves a woman. King. How is that? Par. He loved her, sir, and loved her not. King. As thou art a knave, and no knave. What an equivocal companion is this! 248 252 Par. I am a poor man, and at your majesty's command. Laf. He is a good drum, my lord, but a naughty orator. 256 Dia. Do you know he promised me marriage? Par. Faith, I know more than I'll speak. King. But wilt thou not speak all thou knowest? 260 Par. Yes, so please your majesty. I did go between them, as I said; but more than that, he loved her, for, indeed, he was mad for her, and talked of Satan, and of limbo, and of Furies, and I know not what: yet I was in that credit with them at that time, that I knew of their going to bed, and of other motions, as promising her marriage, and things which would derive me ill will to speak of: therefore I will not speak what I know. 270 King. Thou hast spoken all already, unless thou canst say they are married: but thou art too fine in thy evidence; therefore stand aside. This ring, you say, was yours? Dia. Ay, my good lord. King. Where did you buy it? or who gave it you? 276 Dia. It was not given me, nor I did not buy it. King. Who lent it you? Dia. It was not lent me neither. King. Where did you find it, then? Dia. I found it not. King. If it were yours by none of all these ways, 280 Hel. If it appear not plain, and prove untrue, Deadly divorce step between me and you! O! my dear mother; do I see you living? 324 Laf. Mine eyes smell onions; I shall weep anon. [TO PAROLLES.] Good Tom Drum, lend me a handkercher: so, I thank thee. Wait on me home, I'll make sport with thee: let thy curtsies alone, they are scurvy ones. 329 King. Let us from point to point this story know, To make the even truth in pleasure flow. For I can guess that by thy honest aid EPILOGUE. Spoken by the KING. The king's a beggar, now the play is done: Your gentle hands lend us, and take our hearts. [Exeunt. TWELFTH-NIGHT; OR, WHAT YOU WILL ORSINO, Duke of Illyria. SEBASTIAN, Brother to Viola. DRAMATIS PERSONE. ANTONIO, a Sea Captain, Friend to Sebastian. A Sea Captain, Friend to Viola. VALENTINE, CURIO, Gentlemen attending on the VIOLA, in love with the Duke. SIR TOBY BELCH, Uncle to Olivia. MARIA, Olivia's Woman. Lords, Priests, Sailors, Officers, Musicians, and other Attendants. SCENE.-A City in Illyria; and the Sea-coast near it. ACT I. SCENE I.-A Room in the DUKE's Palace. Enter DUKE, CURIO, Lords; Musicians attending. Duke. If music be the food of love, play on; Give me excess of it, that, surfeiting, The appetite may sicken, and so die. That strain again! it had a dying fall: O! it came o'er my ear like the sweet sound That breathes upon a bank of violets, Stealing and giving odour. Enough! no more: 'Tis not so sweet now as it was before. 8 |