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 But, had it been the brother of my blood, [persons; 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! Seb. Do I stand there? I never had a brother: Seb. A spirit I am, indeed; Vio. My father had a mole upon his brow. 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. Duke. Be not amaz'd; right noble is his blood. [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, Oli. He shall enlarge him:-fetch Malvolio A most extracting phrensy of mine own 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? Duke. This savours not much of distraction, 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 [letter: 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, Fab. Good madam, hear me speak; Which I have wonder'd at. In hope it shall not, 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, For the rain it raineth every day, But when I came to man's estate, But when I came, alas! to wive, But when I came unto my bed, A great while ago the world begun, And we'll strive to please you every day. 1 1 Gent. You do not meet a man, but frowns: He serv'd with glory and admir'd success; No more obey the heavens, than our courtiers; 2 Gent. But what's the matter? [dom, whom 2 Gent. None but the king? [queen, 2. Gent. And why so? [thing 1 Gent. He, that hath miss'd the princess, is a 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: (Then old and fond of issue,) took such sorrow, SCENE II. THE SAME. [exeunt. Enter the Queen, Posthumus, and Imogen. I will be known your advocate: marry, yet, Post. Please your highness, I will from hence to-day. Queen. You know the peril : I'll fetch a turn about the garden, pitying Dissembling courtesy! How fine this tyrant Can tickle where she wounds!-My dearest husband, I something fear my father's wrath; but nothing Post. My queen! my mistress! 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. Imo. There cannot be a pinch in death 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 [grace. Cym. Past grace? obedience? my queen! Leagle, him. [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 Were you but riding forth to air yourself, Queen. 'Beseech your patience ;- Peace, Dear lady daughter, peace. Sweet sovereign, Leave us to ourselves; and make yourself some Your faithful servant: I dare lay mine honour Pis. I humbly thank your highness. 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! And question'dst every sail : if he should write, Pis. 'Twas,His queen, his queen! 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 Imo. Thou should'st have made 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 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 |