Though, I confess, on base and ground enough, While one would wink; denied me mine own purse, Which I had recommended to his use 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: 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 mc. Oli. If it be aught to the old tune, my lord, It is as fat and fulsome to mine ear, Duke. Still so cruel? You uncivil Oli. Still so constant, lord. Duke. What! To perverseness? 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. Duke. Why should I not, had I the heart to do it, That sometimes savors nobly?—But hear me this: That screws me from my true place in your favor, But this your minion, whom, I know, you love, And whom, by heaven, I swear, I tender dearly, Where he sits crowned in his master's spite. Come, boy, with me; my thoughts are ripe in mis chief: 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. Oli. Where goes Cesario? [Going. [Following. After him I love, More than I love these eyes, more than my life, Punish my life for tainting of my love! Oli. Ah me, detested! how am I beguiled! 1 Dull, gross. 2 This Egyptian Thief was Thyamis. The story is related in the Ethiopics of Heliodorus." Vio. Who does beguile you? wrong? Oli. Hast thou forgot thyself! Call forth the holy father. Duke. Who does do you Is it so long! [Exit an Attendant. Come away. [TO VIOLA. Oli. Whither, my lord?-Cesario, husband, stay! Oli. Alas, it is the baseness of thy fear, Father, I charge thee by thy reverence, 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, 2 When time hath sowed a grizzle on thy case?? 1 i. e. suppress, or disown thy property. 2 This word appears to be used contemptuously for skin. Oli. O, do not swear; Hold little faith, though thou hast too much fear. 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 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 othergates1 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? on't.-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. 1 Otherwise. VOL. I. 41 2 The pavin was a grave Spanish dance. 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 coxcomb, 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. 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?- Seb. Do I stand there? I never had a brother; Whom the blind waves and surges have devoured :- Such a Sebastian was my brother too, 1 A perspective formerly meant a glass that assisted the sight in |