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, Like to the Egyptian thief at point of death, Kill what I love?-a savage jealousy That sometime savours nobly. But hear me this. That screws me from my true place in your favour, But this your minion, whom I know you love, 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. Oli. Where goes Cesario? After him I love Vio. Punish my life for tainting of my love! Oli. Ay me, detested? how am I beguiled? 120 130 140 Vio. Who does beguile you? who does do you wrong? Oli. Hast thou forgot thyself? is it so long? Call forth the holy father. Duke. Come, away! Oli. Whither, my lord? Cesario, husband, stay. Oli. Ay, husband can he that deny ? Duke. Her husband, sirrah! No, my lord, not I. 150 ་ Oli. Alas, it is the baseness of thy fear Enter Priest. O, welcome, father! Father, I charge thee, by thy reverence, To keep in darkness what occasion now Strengthen'd by interchangement of your rings; Seal'd in my function, by my testimony: Since when, my watch hath told me, toward my grave I have travell'd but two hours. Duke. O thou dissembling cub! what wilt thou be O, do not swear! Oli. Enter SIR ANDREW. Sir And. For the love of God, a surgeon ! presently to Sir Toby. Oli. What's the matter? 160 170 Send one 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? 181 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. 190 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 and 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, gentlemen! how is't with you? 200 Sir To. That's all one has hurt me, and there's the end on't. Sot, didst see Dick surgeon, sot? Clo. Oh, 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. 211 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, Fabian, 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. 220 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 rack'd and tortured me, Since I have lost thee! Ant. Sebastian are you? Seb. Fear'st thou that, Antonio? 230 Ant. How have you made division of yourself? An apple, cleft in two, is not more twin Than these two creatures. Oli. Most wonderful! Which is Sebastian? 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, Whom the blind waves and surges have devour'd. Of charity, what kin are you to me? What countryman? what name? what parentage? Vio. Of Messaline: Sebastian was my father; Such a Sebastian was my brother too, Seb. 240 Which from the womb I did participate. Vio. And died that day when Viola from her birth Had number'd thirteen years. Seb. O, that record is lively in my soul ! That day that made my sister thirteen years. Do not embrace me till each circumstance I'll bring you to a captain in this town, Where lie my maiden weeds; by whose gentle help All the occurrence of my fortune since Hath been between this lady and this lord. 250 260 Seb. [To Olivia] 30 comes it, lady, you have been mistook : But nature to her bias drew in that. You would have been contracted to a maid; Nor are you therein, by my life, deceived, You are betroth'd both to a maid and man. Duke. Be not amazed; right noble is his blood. If this be so, as yet the glass seems true, I shall have share in this most happy wreck. [To Viola] Boy, thou hast said to me a thousand times Vio. And all those saying will I over-swear; 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 fath 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 hither: And yet, alas, now I remember me, They say, poor gentleman, he's much distract. Re-enter CLOWN with a letter, and FABIAN. A most extracting frenzy of mine own 270 280 290 From my remembrance clearly banish'd his. How does he, sirrah? Clo. Truly, madam, he holds Belzebub at the stave's end as well as a man in his case may do: has here writ a letter to you; I should have given 't you to-day morning, but as a madman's epistles are no gospels, so it skills not much when they are delivered. Oli. Open 't, and read it. Clo. Look then to be well edified when the fool delivers the madman. [Reads] "By the lord, madam,”Oli. How now! art thou mad? 300 Clo. No, madam, I do but read madness: an your lady. ship will have it as it ought to be, you must allow Vox. Oli. Prithee, 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 dark. ness and given your drunken consin 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. 820 [Exit Fabian. My lord, so please you, these things further thought on, 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. [To Viola] Your master quits you; and for your service done him, So much against the metal of your sex, So far beneath your soft and tender breeding, Here is my hand: you shall from this time be Oli. A sister! you are she. Re-enter FABIAN with MALVOLIO. Duke. Is this the madman ? 330 |