Oli. Still so constant, lord. Duke. What, to perverseness? you uncivil lady, Duke. Why should I not, had I the heart 120 Like to the Egyptian thief at point of death, That screws me from my true place in your Live you the marble-breasted tyrant still; eye, I'll sacrifice the lamb that I do love, 130 Vio. And I, most jocund, apt and willingly, Vio. my love! 140 Oli. Ay me, detested! how am I beguiled! Vio. Who does beguile you? who does do you wrong? Oli. Hast thou forgot thyself? is it so long? Call forth the holy father. Come, away! Duke. Ay, husband: can he that deny? 150 No, my lord, not I. Enter Priest. O, welcome, father! 160 Since when, my watch hath told me, toward my grave I have travell'd but two hours. When time hath sow'd a grizzle on thy case? Sir And. For the love of God, a surgeon! 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. 181 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 drew your sword upon me without cause; Sir To. That's all one: has hurt me, and there's the end on't. Sot, didst see Dick surgeon, 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 panyn: 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. I must have done no less with wit and safety. Duke. (thou dissembling cub! what wilt A natural perspective, that is and is not! thou be Seb. Antonio, O my dear Antonio! Seb. Do I stand there? I never had a bro- How does he, sirrah? Nor can there be that deity in my nature, Seb. Vio. My father had a mole upon his brow. 240 250 Vio. And died that day when Viola from her birth Had number'd thirteen years. Seb. O, that record is lively in my soul! Vio. If nothing lets to make us happy both I was preserved to serve this noble count. 260 Seb. (To Olivia] So comes it, lady, you have But nature to her bias drew in that. 270 290 Clo. Truly, madam, he holds Belzebub at the staves'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 ladyship 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 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 THE MADLY-USED MALVOLIO.' 320 Duke. This savours not much of distraction. Oli. See him deliver'd, Fabian; bring him [Exit Fabian. hither. My lord, so please you, these things further To think me as well a sister as a wife, 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 So much against the mettle of your sex, Re-enter FABIAN, with MALVOLIO. Oli. How now, Malvolio! Mal 330 Ay, my lord, this same. Madam, you have done me wrong, Notorious wrong. Oli. Have I, Malvolio? no. Mal. Lady, you have. Pray you, peruse that letter. You must not now deny it is your hand: 350 Bade me come smiling and cross-garter'd to you, First told me thou wast mad; then camest in smiling, And in such forms which here were presupposed Upon thee in the letter. Prithee, be content: This practice hath most shrewdly pass'd upon thee; 360 We had conceived against him: Maria writ 370 Oli. Alas, poor fool, how have they baffled thee! 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 gagged:' and thus the 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 abused. Duke. Pursue him, and entreat him to a peace: He hath not told us of the captain yet: 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. 390 [Exeunt all, except Clown. Clo. [Sings] For the rain it raineth every day. But when I came to man's estate, 400 'Gainst knaves and thieves men shut their SCENE I. Antechamber in LEONTES' palace. Enter CAMILLO and ARCHIDAMUS. Arch. If you shall chance, Camillo, to visit Bohemia, on the like occasion whereon my services are now on foot, you shall see, as I have said, great difference betwixt our Bohemia and your Sicilia. Cam. I think, this coming summer, the King of Sicilia means to pay Bohemia the visitation which he justly owes him. Arch. Wherein our entertainment shall shame us we will be justified in our loves; for indeedCam. Beseech you, II Arch. Verily, I speak it in the freedom of my knowledge: we cannot with such magnificence-in so rare-I know not what to say. We will give you sleepy drinks, that your senses, unintelligent of our insufficience, may, though they cannot praise us, as little accuse us. Cam. You pay a great deal too dear for what's given freely. 19 Arch Believe me, I speak as my understanding instructs me and as mine honesty puts it to utterance. Cam. Sicilia cannot show himself over kind to Bohemia. They were trained together in their childhoods; and there rooted betwixt them then such an affection, which cannot choose but branch now. Since their more mature dignities and royal necessities made separation of their society, their encounters, though not personal, have been royally attorneyed with interchange of gifts, letters, loving embassies; that they have seemed to be together, though absent, shook hands, as over a vast, and embraced, as it were, from the ends of opposed winds. The heavens continue their loves! Arch. I think there is not in the world either malice or matter to alter it. You have an unspeakable comfort of your young prince Mamil HERMIONE, queen to Leontes. PERDITA, daughter te Leontes and Hermione. PAULINA, wife to Antigonus. EMILIA, a lady attending on Hermione. MOPSA, DORCAS, Shepherdesses. Other Lords and Gentlemen, Ladies, Officers, and Servants, Shepherds, and Shepherdesses. Time, as Chorus. SCENE: Sicilia, and Bohemia. lius: it is a gentleman of the greatest promise that ever came into my note. 40 Cam. I very well agree with you in the hopes of him: it is a gallant child; one that [ indeed physics the subject, makes old hearts fresh: they that went on crutches ere he was born desire yet their life to see him a man. Arch. Would they else be content to die? Cam. Yes; if there were no other excuse why they should desire to live. Arch. If the king had no son, they would desire to live on crutches till he had one. 50 [Exeunt. SCENE II. A room of state in the same. The shepherd's note since we have left our throne Go hence in debt: and therefore, like a cipher, Leon. Stay your thanks a while; And pay them when you part. Pol. Sir, that's to-morrow. I am question'd by my fears, of what may chance Or breed upon our absence; that may blow No sneaping winds at home, to make us say 'This is put forth too truly:' besides, I have stay'd Leon. We'll part the time between's then; And bleat the one at the other: what we changed and in that I'll no gainsaying. 20 So soon as yours could win me: so it should now, Do even drag me homeward: which to hinder Leon. Tongue-tied our queen? speak you. Her. I had thought, sir, to have held my peace until You had drawn oaths from him not to stay. Charge him too coldly. Tell him, you are sure 30 Leon. You put me off with limber vows; but I, 70 Was innocence for innocence; we knew not Boldly not guilty;' the imposition clear'd Her. Her. Pol. O my most sacred lady! Temptations have since then been born to's; for In those unfledged days was my wife a girl; Your precious self had then not cross'd the eyes Of my young play-fellow. Grace to boot! Of this make no conclusion, lest you say Your queen and I are devils: yet go on; The offences we have made you do we'll answer, If you first sinn'd with us and that with us You did continue fault and that you slipp'd not With any but with us. Leon. Is he won yet? Her. He'll stay, my lord. Leon. At my request he would not. Hermione, my dearest, thou never spokest To better purpose. Her. Leon. Never? Never, but once. Her. What! have I twice said well? when was't before? 90 I prithee tell me; cram's with praise, and make's As fat as tame things: one good deed dying tongueless Slaughters a thousand waiting upon that. Though you would seek to unsphere the stars Or I mistake you: O, would her name were Your guest, then, madam: To be your prisoner should import offending; Which is for me less easy to commit Leon. Why, that was when ΙΟΙ Three crabbed months had sour'd themselves to death, Ere I could make thee open thy white hand And clap thyself my love: then didst thou utter I am yours for ever.' Her. 'Tis grace indeed. Why, lo you now, I have spoke to the purpose twice: The one for ever earn'd a royal husband; [Aside] Too hot, too hot! Pol. We were as twinn'd lambs that did frisk My bosom likes not, nor my brows! Mamillius, |