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Then say, if they be true:-This misshapen knave,
And deal in her command, without her power:
Cal. I shall be pinch'd to death.
For this one night; which (part of it,) I'll waste
Alon. Is not this Stephano, my drunken but-To hear the story of your life, which must
Seb. He is drunk now: Where had he wine?
Take the ear strangely.
Alon. And Trinculo is reeling ripe? Where And promise you calm seas, auspicious gales, And sail so expeditious, that shall catch them?-Your royal fleet far off.-My Ariel ;-chick,That is thy charge; then to the elements Be free, and fare thou well!-[Aside.] Please you, draw near. [Exeunt.
Find this grand liquor that hath gilded
Trin. I have been in such a pickle, since I saw you last, that, I fear me, will never out of my bones: I shall not fear fly-blowing.
Seb. Why, how now, Stephano?
Ste. O touch me not; I am not Stephano,
Pro. You'd be king of the isle, sirrah?
Pro. He is as disproportion'd in his manners,
Cal. Ay, that I will; and I'll be wise here-
And seek for grace: What a thrice-double ass
Was I, to take this drunkard for a god,
And worship this dull fool?
Pro. Go to; away!
Alon. Hence, and bestow your luggage where
you found it.
Seb. Or stole it, rather.
[Exeunt CAL. STE. and TRIN. Pro. Sir, I invite your highness, and your train, To my poor cell
where you shall take your rest
SPOKEN BY PROSPERO.
Now my charms are all o'erthrown,
• Applause: noise was supposed to dissolve a spell.
THE lighter seenes of this entertaining comedy are entirely the production of Shakspeare; and for its more serious portions he was probably indebted to the Histories Tragiques of Belleforest, who had them from Bandello. Malone quotes the "Fifth Egiog of Barnaby Googe," published with other poems of his in 1563, and now an exceedingly rare book, to show that Shakspeare might have borrowed from it the circumstances of the Duke sending his page to plead his cause with the lady, and of the lady's falling in love with the page. This play (says Dr. Johnson,) is in the graver part elegant and easy, and in some of the lighter scenes exquisitely humourous." Its progress is full of spirit, and the entanglement of characters and circumstances is pleasingly unravelled in the final catastrophe. The self-sufficiency of Malvolio is charmingly depicted, and very laughably punished; whilst the excesses of Sir Toby Belch are almost excused by his smattering of wit, and his unqualified good-humour. The sudden attachment of Viola is much more improbable than the obstinate repugnance of Olivia: but the romantic nature of her love," feeding in concealment on her damask cheek," gives an interest to her situation, whilst a victim to the teader passion, which the undisguised declarations of the other, though placed in the same predicament, must generally fail in producing.
A Sea-captain, Friend to Viola.
MALVOLIO, Steward to Olivia.
FABIAN, Servants to Olivia.
OLIVIA, a rich Countess.
VIOLA, in love with the Duke.
VALENTINE, Gentlemen attending on the | MARIA, Olivia's Woman.
Sir TOBY BELCH, Uncle of Olivia.
Lords, Priests, Sailors, Officers, Musician, and other Attendants.
SCENE-A City in Illyria; and the Sea-coast near it.
SCENE 1.-An Apartment in the DUKE's
Enter DUKE, CURIO, LORDS; Musicians
Duke. Why, so I do, the noblest that I bave: Oh! when mine eyes did see Olivia first,
Duke. If music be the food of love, play on; Methought she purg'd the air of pestilence;
Give me excess of it; that, sufeiting,
Of what validity and pitch soever,
But falls into abatement and low price,
That instant was I turn'd into a hart;
And water once a day her chamber round
And lasting, in her sad remembrance.
With this thy fair and outward character.
Duke. O she, that hath a heart of that fine Thou shalt present me as an eunuch to him,
To pay this debt of love but to a brother,
(Her sweet perfections,) with one self king !—
SCENE 11.-The Sea Coast.
Vio. And what should I do in Illyria ?
Cap. It is perchance, that you yourself were
Vio. O my poor brother! and so, perchance, may he be.
Cap. True, madam: and, to comfort you with
Assure yourself, after our ship did split,
Hung on our driving boat, I saw your brother,
(Courage and hope both teaching him the prac-
To a strong mast, that lived upon the sea;
I saw him hold acquaintance with the waves,
Vio. For saying so, there's gold :
The like of him. Know'st thou this country?
Not three hours' travel from this very place.
Cap. A noble duke, in nature,
As in his name.
Vio. What is his name?
SCENE III-A Room in OLIVIA's House.
Enter Sir TOBY BELCH, and MARIA. Sir To. What a plague means my niece, to take the death of her brother thus? I am sure care's an enemy to life.
Mar. By troth, Sir Toby, you must come in earlier o'nights; your cousin, my lady, takes great exceptions to your ill hours.
Sir To. Why, let her except before excepted. Mar. Ay, but you must confine yourself with. in the modest limits of order.
Sir To. Confine? I'll confine myself no finer than I am: these clothes are good enough to drink in, and so be these boots too; an they be not, let them hang themselves in their own straps.
Mar. That quaffing and drinking will undo you: I heard my lady talk of it yesterday; and of a foolish knight that you brought in one night here, to be her wooer.
Sir To. Who? Sir Andrew Ague-cheek!
Sir To. He's as tall a man as any's in
Mar. What's that to the purpose?
Sir To. Why, he has three thousand ducats a year.
Mar. Aye, but he'll have but a year in all these ducats; he's a very fool, and a prodigal.
Sir To. Fye, that you'll say so he plays o' the viol-de-gambo, and speaks three or four lan guages word for word without book, and bath all the good gifts of nature.
Mar. He bath, indeed,-almost natural: for, besides that he's a fool, he's a great quarreller; and, but that he hath the gift of a coward to allay the gust he hath in quarrelling, 'tis thought
Vio. Orsino! I have heard my father name among the prudent, he would quickly have the
He was a bachelor then.
Cap. And so is now,
Or was so very late for but a month
Ago I went from hence; and then 'twas fresh
Vio. What's she?
Cap. A virtuous maid the daughter of a count That died some twelvemonth since; then leaving her
In the protection of his son, her brother,
Vio. O that I served that lady :
Cap. That were hard to compass;
No, not the duke's.
Vio. There is a fair behaviour in thee, cap
And though that nature with a beauteous wall
I wil believe, thou hast a mind that suits
gift of a grave.
Sir To. By this hand, they are scoundrels and substractors that say so of him. Who are they?
Mar. They that add moreover, he's drunk nightly in your company.
Sir To. With drinking healths to my niece; I'll drink to her, as long as there is a passage in my throat, and drink in Illyria: He's a coward and a coystril, that will not drink to my niece, till his brains turn o' the toe like a parish-top. What, wench? Castiliano vulgo; for here comes Sir Andrew Ague-face.
Enter Sir ANDREW AGUE-CHEEK.
Sir And. Sir Toby Belch! how now, Sir Toby Belch ?
Sir To. Sweet Sir Andrew!
Sir And. Bless you, fair shrew.
Sir To. Accost, Sir Andrew, accost.
Sir To. My niece's chamber-maid.