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Sir To. Then he's a rogue. After a passy- | measure, or a pavin, I hate a drunken rogue. Oli. Away with him: who hath made this bavoc 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 look'd 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.
You throw a strange regard upon me, and
By that I do perceive it hath offended you;
Pardon me, sweet one, even for the vows
We made each other but so late ago.

[persons;
Duke. One face, one voice, one habit, and two
A natural perspective, that is, and is not.
Seb. Antonio, O my dear Antonio!
How have the hours rack'd and tortur'd me,
Since I have lost thee.

Ant. Sebastian are you?

Seb. Fear'st thou that, Antonio ?

Ant. How have you made division of yourself? An apple, cleft in two, is not more twin Than these two creatures. Which is Sebastian? Oli. Most wonderful!

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Seb. Do I stand there? I never had a brother:
Nor can there be that deity in my nature,
Of here and every where. I had a sister, [ed :-
Whom the blind waves and surges have devour-
Of charity, what kin are you to me? [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 wat❜ry tomb :
If spirits can assume both form and suit,
You come to fright us.

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.

Vio. And died that day when Viola from her Had number'd thirteen years. [birth

Seb. O, that record is lively in my soul! He finished, indeed, his mortal act, That day, that made my sister thirteen years. Vio. If nothing lets to make us happy both, But this my masculine usurp'd attire, Do not embrace me, till each circumstance Of place, time, fortune, do cohere, and jump, That I am Viola: which to confirm, I'll bring you to a captain in this town, Where lie my maiden weeds; by whose gentle I was preserv'd to serve this noble count! All the occurrence of my fortune since Hath been between this lady, and this lord. Seb. So comes it, lady, you have been mistook : [to Olivia.

[help,

But nature to her bias drew in that.
You would have been contracted to a maid;
Nor are you therein, by my life, deceiv'd,
You are betroth'd both to a maid and man,

Duke. Be not amaz'd; right noble is his blood.
If this be so, as yet the glass seems true,
I shall have share in this most happy wreck :
Boy, thou hast said to me a thousand times,

[to Viola Thou never should'st love woman like to me.

Vio. And all those sayings will I over-swear; And all those swearings kept as true in soul, As doth that orbed continent the fire That severs day from night.

Duke. Give me thy hand;

And let me see thee in thy woman's weeds. [shore,
Vio. The captain, that did bring me first on
Hath my maid's garments; he, upon some action,
Is now in durance; at Malvolio's suit,
A gentleman, and follower of my lady's.

Oli. He shall enlarge him:-fetch Malvolio
And yet, alas, now I remember me, [hither:
They say, poor gentleman, he's much distract.
Re-enter Clown, with a letter.

A most extracting phrensy of mine own
From my remembrance clearly banish'd his.
How does he, sirrah?

Clo. Truly, madam, he holds Beelzebub at the stave's end, as well as a man in his case may do: he has here writ a letter to you, I should have given it to you to-day morning; but as a madman's epistles are no gospels, so it skills not much, when they are delivered.

Oli. Open it, and read it.

Clo. Look then to be well edified, when the fool delivers the madman:-By the Lord, Madam,— Oli. How now! art thou mad?

Clo. No, madam, I do but read madness: an your ladyship will have it as it ought to be, you must allow vox.

Oli. Pr'ythee, read i'thy right wits.

Clo. So I do, madonna; but to read his right wits, is to read thus: therefore perpend my princess, and give ear.

Oli. Read it you, sirrah.

[to Fabian.

Fab. [reads] 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.

Oli. Did he write this?
Clo. Ay, madam.

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 To think me as well a sister as a wife, [on, 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.

Your master quits you; [to Viola,] and, for your service done him,

So much against the mettle of your sex

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Oli. Have I, Malvolio? no. Mal. Lady, you have. Pray you, peruse that 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: You can say none of this: well grant it then, And tell me, in the modesty of honour, Why you have given me such clear lights of favour; 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.

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 [smiling,
First told me, thou wast mad; then came in
And in such forms which here were presuppos'd
Upon thee in the letter. Pr'ythee, be content:
This practice hath most shrewdly pass'd upon thee
But, when we know the grounds and authors of it,
Thou shalt be both the plaintiff and the judge
Of thine own cause.

Fab. Good madam, hear me speak;
And let no quarrel, nor no brawl to come,
Taint the condition of this present hour

Which I have wonder'd at. In hope it shall not,
Most freely I confess, myself, and Toby,
Set this device against Malvolio here,
Upon some stubborn and uncourteous parts
We had conceiv'd against him: Maria writ

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Oli. Alas, poor fool! how have they baffled 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 gagg'd: And thus tho whirligig of time brings in his revenges. Mal. I'll be revenged on the whole pack of you. [exit.

Oli. He hath been most notoriously abus'd. Duke. Pursue him, and entreat him to a He hath not told us of the captain yet; [peace ;— When that is known, and golden time convents, A solemn combination shall be made Of our dear souls-Meantime, sweet sister, We will not part from hence.-Cesario, come; For so you shall be, while you are a man; But, when in other habits you are seen, Orsino's mistress, and his fancy's queen. [ereunt

Clo. When that I was and a tiny little boy,
With hey, ho, the wind and the rain,
A foolish thing was but a toy,

For the rain it raineth every day,

But when I came to man's estate,
With hey, ho, the wind and the rain,
'Gainst knave and thief men shut their gate,
For the rain it raineth every day.

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 bed,
With hey, ho, the wind and the rain,
With toss-pots still had drunken head,
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.

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1 Gent. You do not meet a man, but frowns: He serv'd with glory and admir'd success;
our bloods

No more obey the heavens, than our courtiers;
Still seem, as does the king's.

2 Gent. But what's the matter? [dom, whom
1 Gent. His daughter, and the heir of's king-
He purpos'd to his wife's sole son (a widow,
That late he married,) hath referr'd herself
Unto a poor, but worthy, gentleman: she's wedded;
Her husband banish'd; she imprison'd: all
Is outward sorrow; though, I think, the king
Be touch'd at very heart.

2 Gent. None but the king?

[queen,
I Gent. He, that hath lost her, too: so is the
That most desir'd the match: but not a courtier,
Although they wear their faces to the bent
Of the king's looks, hath a heart that is not
Glad at the thing they scowl at.

2. Gent. And why so?

[thing

1 Gent. He, that hath miss'd the princess, is a
Too bad for bad report: and he that hath her
(I mean, that married her,―alack, good man!—
And therefore banish'd,) is a creature such
As, to seek through the regions of the earth
For one his like, there would be something failing
In him that should compare. I do not think,
So fair an outward, and such stuff within,
Endows a man but he.

2 Gent. You speak him far.

1 Gent. I do extend him, sir, within himself, Crush him together, rather than unfold His measure duly.

2 Gent. What's his name, and birth? [father 1 Gent. I cannot delve him to the root: his

So gain'd the sur-addition, Leonatus:
And had, besides this gentleman in question,
Two other sons, who, in the wars o'the time,
Died with their swords in hand; for which, thefr
father

(Then old and fond of issue,) took such sorrow,
That he quit being; and his gentle lady,
Big of this gentleman, our theme, deceas'd
As he was born. The king, he takes the babe
To his protection; calls him Posthumus;
Breeds him, and makes him of his bed-chamber:
Puts him to all the learnings that his time
Could make him the receiver of; which he took,
As we do air, fast as 'twas minister'd; and
In his spring became a harvest: liv'd in court
(Which rare it is to do,) most prais'd, most lov'd:
A sample to the youngest; to the more mature,
A glass that feated them; and to the graver,
A child that guided dotards: to his mistress,
For whom he now is banish'd,—her own price
Proclaims how she esteem'd him and his virtue;
By her election may be truly read,
What kind of man he is.
2 Gent. I honour him
Even out of your report. But pray you, tell ine,
Is she sole child to the king?

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SCENE II. THE SAME.

[exeunt.

Enter the Queen, Posthumus, and Imogen.
Queen. No, be assur'd, you shall not find me,
After the slander of most step-mothers, [daughter,
Evil-ey'd unto you: you are my prisoner, but
Your gaoler shall deliver you the keys,
That lock up your restraint. For you, Posthúmus,
So soon as I can win the offended king,

I will be known your advocate: marry, yet,
The fire of rage is in him: and 'twere good,
You lean'd unto his sentence, with what patience
Your wisdom may inform you.

Post. Please your highness,

I will from hence to-day.

Queen. You know the peril :

I'll fetch a turn about the garden, pitying
The pangs of barr'd affections; though the king
Hath charg'd you should not speak together. [exit.
Imo. O,

Dissembling courtesy! How fine this tyrant Can tickle where she wounds!-My dearest husband,

I something fear my father's wrath; but nothing
(Always reserv'd my holy duty,) what
His rage can do on me: you must be gone;
And I shall here abide the hourly shot
Of angry eyes; not comforted to live,
But that there is this jewel in the world,
That I may see again.

Post. My queen! my mistress!
O, lady, weep no more; lest I give cause
To be suspected of more tenderness
Than doth become a man! I will remain
The loyal'st husband that did e'er plight troth.
My residence in Rome, at one Philario's ;
Who to my father was a friend, to me
Known but by letter: thither write, my queen,
And with mine eyes I'll drink the words you send,
Though ink be made of gall.

Re-enter Queen.

Queen. Be brief, I pray you:

If the king come, I shall incur I know not How much of his displeasure:-yet I'll move

Post. How! how! another ?— You gentle gods, give me but this I have, And sear up my embracements from a next With bonds of death!-Remain thou here, [putting on the ring. While sense can keep it on! And sweetest, fairest, As I my poor self did exchange for you, To your so infinite loss: so, in our trifles I still win of you: for my sake, wear this; It is a manacle of love; I'll place it Upon this fairest prisoner. [puts a bracelet on her Imo. O, the gods! [arm.

When shall we see again?

Enter Cymbeline and Lords. Post. Alack the king!

[my sight! Cym. Thou basest thing, avoid! hence from If, after this command, thou fraught the court With thy unworthiness, thou diest: Away! Thou art poison to my blood.

Post. The gods protect you.
And bless the good remainders of the court!
I am gone.

Imo. There cannot be a pinch in death
More sharp than this is.

Cym. O disloyal thing,

[exit.

That should'st repair my youth: thou heapest A year's age on me!

Imo. I beseech you, sir,

Harm not yourself with your vexation; I
Am senseless of your wrath; a touch more rare
Subdues all pangs, all fears.

[grace.

Cym. Past grace? obedience?
Imo. Past hope, and in despair; that way, past
Cym. That might'st have had the sole son of

my queen!

Leagle,

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[aside.

To walk this way: 1 never do him wrong, But he does buy my injuries, to be friends; Pays dear for my offences.

[exit.

Cym. Thou foolish thing!— They were again together: you have done [to Queen Not after our command. Away with her, And pen her up.

Post. Should we be taking leave
As long a term as yet we have to live,
The loathness to depart would grow: adieu !
Imo. Nay, stay a little:

Were you but riding forth to air yourself,
Such parting were too petty. Look here, love;
This diamond was my mother's: take it, heart;
But keep it till you woo another wife,
When Imogen is dead.

Queen. 'Beseech your patience ;- Peace, Dear lady daughter, peace. Sweet sovereign, Leave us to ourselves; and make yourself some

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Your faithful servant: I dare lay mine honour
He will remain so.

Pis. I humbly thank your highness.
Queen. Pray, walk a while.

Imo. About some half hour hence,

I pray you, speak with me: you shall, at least, Go see my lord aboard: for this time, leave me. [ex.

SCENE III. A PUBLIC PLACE.

Enter Cloten and two Lords.

1 Lord. Sir, I would advise you to shift a shirt; the violence of action hath made you reek as a sacrifice:-Where air comes out, air comes in: there's none abroad so wholesome as that you vent.

Clo. If my shirt were bloody, then to shift itHave I hurt him?

2 Lord. No, faith; not so much as his patience. [aside. 1 Lord. Hurt him? his body's a passable carcase, if he be not hurt: it is a thoroughfare for steel, if it be not hurt.

2 Lord. His steel was in debt; it went o'the backside the town. [aside. Clo. The villain would not stand me. 2 Lord. No; but he fled forward still, toward your face. [aside. 1 Lord. Stand you! You have land enough of your own: but he added to your having; gave you some ground.

2 Lord. As many inches as you have oceans: puppies! [aside. Clo. I would, they had not come between us. 2 Lord. So would I, till you had measured how long a fool you were upon the ground. [aside. Clo. And that she should love this fellow, and refuse me!

2 Lord. If it be a sin to make a true election, she is damned.

[aside.

1 Lord. Sir, as I told you always, her beauty and her brain go not together: she's a good sign, but I have seen small reflection of her wit.

2 Lord. She shines not upon fools, lest the relection should hurt her. [aside. Cio. Come, I'll to my chamber: 'Would there ad been some hurt done!

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And question'dst every sail : if he should write,
And I not have it, 'twere a paper lost
As offer'd mercy is. What was the last
That he spake to thee?

Pis. 'Twas,His queen, his queen!
Imo. Then wav'd his handkerchief?
Pis. And kiss'd it, madam.

Imo. Senseless linen! happier therein than I!And that was all?

Pis. No, madam: for so long

As he could make me with this eye or ear
Distinguish him from others, he did keep
The deck, with glove, or hat, or handkerchief,
Still waving, as the fits and stirs of his mind
Could best express how slow his soul sail'd on,
How swift his ship.

Imo. Thou should'st have made him
As little as a crow, or less, ere left
To after-eye him.

Pis. Madam, so I did.

Imo. I would have broke mine eye-strings crack'd them, but

To look upon him; till the diminution
Of space had pointed him sharp as my needle:
Nay, follow'd him, till he had melted from
The smallness of a gnat to air; and then
Have turn'd mine eye, and wept.-But, good
When shall we hear from him? [Pisanio,
Pis. Be assur'd, madam,
With his next vantage.

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Imo. I did not take my leave of him, but had Most pretty things to say; ere I could tell him, How I would think on him, at certain hours, Such thoughts, and such; or I could make him The shes of Italy should not betray [swear, Mine interest, and his honour; or have charg'd him, At the sixth hour of morn, at noon, at midnight, To encounter me with brisens, for then I am in heaven for him; or ere I could Give him that parting kiss, which I had set Betwixt two charming words, comes in my father And, like the tyrannous breathing of the northı, Shakes all our buds from growing. Enter a Lady.

Lady. The queen, madam, Desires your highness' company.

Imo. Those things I bid you do, get them des patch'd. I will attend the queen.

Pis. Madam, I shall.

[exeunt.

SCENE V. ROME. AN APARTMENT IN PHILARIO'S

HOUSE.

Enter Philario, Iachimo, a Frenchman, a Dutchman, and a Spaniard.

Iach. Believe it, sir: I have seen him in Brin tain: he was then of a crescent note; expected to prove so worthy, as since he hath been allowed

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