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Than these two creatures. Which is Sebas- As doth that orbed continent the fire tian?

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That severs day from night.

Duke. Give me thy hand; And let me see thee in thy woman's weeds. Vio. The captain that did bring me first on shore

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They say, poor gentleman, he's much distract.
A most extracting frenzy of mine own
244 From my remembrance clearly banish'd his. 292
Re-enter Clown with a letter, and FABIAN.
How does he, sirrah?

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Seb. A spirit I am indeed; But am in that dimension grossly 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 say, 'Thrice welcome, drowned Viola!' Vio. My father had a mole upon his brow. Seb. And so had mine.

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Oli. [To FABIAN.] Read it you, sirrah. Fab. By the Lord, madam, you wrong me, and the world shall know it: though you have put me into darkness, and given your drunken cousin rule over me, yet have I the benefit of my senses as well as your ladyship. I have your own letter that induced me to the semblance 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-USED MALVOLIO.

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Duke. This savours not much of distraction. Oli. See him deliver'd, Fabian; bring him hither. [Exit FABIAN.

My lord, so please you, these things further thought on, 328

To think me as well a sister as a wife,

One day shall crown the alliance on 't, so please you,

Here at my house and at my proper cost. Duke. Madam, I am most apt to embrace your offer. 332

[TO VIOLA.] Your master quits you; and, for your service done him,

So much against the mettle of your sex,
So far beneath your soft and tender breeding;
And since you call'd me master for so long, 336
Here is my hand: you shall from this time be
Your master's mistress.

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Have I, Malvolio? no. 341 Mal. Lady, you have. Pray you peruse that letter.

You must not now deny it is your hand:
Write from it, if you can, in hand or phrase,
Or say 'tis not your seal nor your invention: 345
You can say none of this. Well, grant it then,
And tell me, in the modesty of honour,

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Why you have given me such clear lights of
favour,
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Bade 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 suffer'd me to be imprison'd,
Kept in a dark house, visited by the priest,
And made the most notorious geck and gull
That e'er invention play'd on? tell me why. 356
Oli. Alas! Malvolio, this is not my writing,
Though, I confess, much like the character;
But, out of question, 'tis Maria's hand:
And now I do bethink me, it was she

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

Clo. Why, some are born great, some achieve greatness, and some have greatness thrown upon them.' I was one, sir, in this interlude; one Sir Topas, sir; but that's all one. By the Lord, fool, I am not mad:' But do you remember? 'Madam, why laugh you at such a barren rascal? an you smile not, he's gagged:' and thus the whirligig of time brings in his revenges. 389 Mal. I'll be reveng'd on the whole pack of you. [Exit.

Oli. He hath been most notoriously abus`d. Duke. Pursue him, and entreat him to a

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'Gainst knaves and thieves men shut their

For the rain it raineth every day.

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But when I came to man's estate,

With hey, ho, the wind and the rain;

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But when I came, alas! to wive,
With hey, ho, the wind and the rain;
By swaggering could I never thrive,
For the rain it raineth every day.
But when I came unto my beds,
With hey, ho, the wind and the rain;
With toss-pots still had drunken heads,
For the rain it raineth every day.
A great while ago the world begun,
With hey, ho, the wind and the rain;
But that's all one, our play is done,
And we'll strive to please you every day.
[Exit.

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Thou shalt be both the plaintiff and the judge Of thine own cause.

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

Arch. Believe me, I speak as my understand

ture dignities and royal necessities made separation of their society, their encounters, though not personal, have been royally attorneyed with interchange of gifts, letters, loving embassies; that they have seemed to be together, though absent, shook hands, as over a vast, and em braced, as it were, from the ends of opposed winds. The heavens continue their loves!

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Arch. I think there is not in the world either malice or matter to alter it. You have an unspeakable comfort of your young Prince Mamillius: it is a gentleman of the greatest promise that ever came into my note.

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Cam. I very well agree with you in the hopes of him. It is a gallant child; one that indeed physics the subject, makes old hearts fresh; they that went on crutches ere he was born desire yet their life to see him a man.

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Arch. Would they else be content to die? Cam. Yes; if there were no other excuse why they should desire to live.

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Arch. If the king had no son, they would desire to live on crutches till he had one.

[Exeunt.

ing instructs me, and as mine honesty puts it to SCENE II.-The Same. A Room of State in

utterance.

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Cam. Sicilia cannot show himself over-kind to Bohemia. They were trained together in their childhoods; and there rooted betwixt them then such an affection which cannot choose but branch now. Since their more ma

the Palace.

Enter LEONTES, POLIXENES, HERMIONE, MAMILLIUS, CAMILLO, and Attendants.

Pol. Nine changes of the watery star have been

The shepherd's note since we have left our I love thee not a jar o' the clock behind

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So soon as yours could win me: so it should now, Were there necessity in your request, although 'Twere needful I denied it. My affairs

Do even drag me homeward; which to hinder 24
Were in your love a whip to me; my stay
To you a charge and trouble: to save both,
Farewell, our brother.

Leon. Tongue-tied, our queen? speak you. Her. I had thought, sir, to have held my peace until

28 You had drawn oaths from him not to stay. You, sir,

Charge him too coldly: tell him, you are sure
All in Bohemia's well: this satisfaction
The by-gone day proclaim'd: say this to him, 32
He's beat from his best ward.
Leon.
Well said, Hermione.
Her. To tell he longs to see his son were
strong:

But let him say so then, and let him go;
But let him swear so, and he shall not stay, 36
We'll thwack him hence with distaffs.
[TO POLIXENES.] Yet of your royal presence I'll
adventure

The borrow of a week. When at Bohemia
You take my lord, I'll give him my commission
To let him there a month behind the gest 41
Prefix'd for's parting: yet, good deed, Leontes,

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Boldly, 'not guilty;' the imposition clear'd
Hereditary ours.
Her.
By this we gather
You have tripp'd since.
Pol.
O! my most sacred lady, 76
Temptations have since then been born to's; for
In those unfledg'd days was my wife a girl;
Your precious self had then not cross'd the eyes
Of my young playfellow.
Her.
Grace to boot!
Of this make no conclusion, lest you say
Your queen and I are devils; yet, go on:
The offences we have made you do we'll answer;

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As fat as tame things: one good deed, dying tongueless, 92

Slaughters a thousand waiting upon that.
Our praises are our wages: you may ride's
With one soft kiss a thousand furlongs ere
With spur we heat an acre. But to the goal: 96
My last good deed was to entreat his stay:
What was my first? it has an elder sister,
Or I mistake you: O! would her name were
Grace.

But once before I spoke to the purpose: when?
Nay, let me have't; I long.

Leon. Why, that was when Three crabbed months had sour'd themselves to death,

Ere I could make thee open thy white hand And clap thyself my love: then didst thou utter,

'Tis grace indeed.

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'I am yours for ever.'
Her.
Why, lo you now, I have spoke to the purpose
twice:

The one for ever earn'd a royal husband,
The other for some while a friend.

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[Giving her hand to POLIXENES.
Leon. [Aside.] Too hot, too hot!
To mingle friendship far is mingling bloods.
I have tremor cordis on me: my heart dances;
But not for joy; not joy. This entertainment 112
May a free face put on, derive a liberty
From heartiness, from bounty, fertile bosom,
And well become the agent: 't may I grant:
But to be paddling palms and pinching fingers,
As now they are, and making practis'd smiles,117
As in a looking-glass; and then to sigh, as
'twere

The mort o' the deer; O! that is entertainment
My bosom likes not, nor my brows. Mamillius,
Art thou my boy?
Mam.
Ay, my good lord.
Leon.
I' fecks? 121
Why, that's my bawcock. What! hast smutch'd
thy nose?

They say it is 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

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Upon his palm! How now, you wanton calf!
Art thou my calf?

Mam.
Yes, if you will, my lord. 128
Leon. Thou want'st a rough pash and the
shoots that I have,

To be full like me: yet they say we are
Almost as like as eggs; women say so,
That will say anything: but were they false 132
As o'er-dy'd blacks, as wind, as waters, false
As dice are to be wish'd by one that fixes
No bourn 'twixt his and mine, yet were it true
To say this boy were like me. Come, sir page,
Look on me with your welkin eye: sweet villain!
Most dear'st! my collop! Can thy dam?-may't
be?-

Affection! thy intention stabs the centre:
Thou dost make possible things not so held, 140
Communicat'st with dreams;-how can this be?-
With what's unreal thou co-active art,
And fellow'st nothing: then, 'tis very credent
Thou mayst co-join with something; and thou
dost,

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And that beyond commission, and I find it,
And that to the infection of my brains
And hardening of my brows.
Pol.
What means Sicilia?
Her. He something seems unsettled.
Pol.
How, my lord! 148
What cheer? how is't with you, best brother?
Her.
You look
As if you held a brow of much distraction:
Are you mov'd, my lord?

Leon.
No, in good earnest.
How sometimes nature will betray its folly, 152
Its tenderness, and make itself a pastime
To harder bosoms! Looking on the lines
Of my boy's face, methoughts I did recoil
Twenty-three years, and saw myself unbreech'd,
In my green velvet coat, my dagger muzzled,
Lest it should bite its master, and so prove,
As ornaments oft do, too dangerous:
How like, methought, I then was to this kernel,
This squash, this gentleman. Mine honest
friend,

Will you take eggs for money?

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Mam.
No, my lord, I'll fight.
Leon. You will? why, happy man be his dole!
My brother,

Are you so fond of your young prince as we 164
Do seem to be of ours?

Pol.
If at home, sir,
He's all my exercise, my mirth, my matter,

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