Oli. Alas, it is the baseness of thy fear, Be that thou know'st thou art, and then thou art Re-enter Attendant and Priest. Father, I charge thee, by thy reverence, 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 travelled but two hours. Duke. O, thou dissembling cub! what wilt thou be, When time hath sow'd a grizzle on thy case?? Or will not else thy craft so quickly grow, Oli. Enter Sir ANDREW AGUE-CHEEK, with his head broke. Sir And. For the love of God, a surgeon; send one presently to sir Toby. 9 perty. 1 strangle thy propriety:] Suppress, or disown thy pro interchangement of your rings;] In our ancient marriage ceremony, the man received as well as gave a ring. case?] Case is a word used contemptuously for skin. 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. 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: You drew your sword upon me, without cause; But I bespake you fair, and hurt you not. 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 BELCH, drunk, led by the Clown. Here comes sir Toby halting, you shall hear more: but if he had not been in drink, he would have tickled you athergates than he did. Duke. How now, gentleman? how is't with you? Sir To. That's all one; he has hurt me, and there's the end on't. Sot, did'st 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. After a passy-measure, or a pavin3, I hate a drunken rogue. Oli. Away with him: Who hath made this havock with them? 3 Then he's a rogue. After a passy-measure, or a pavin, I hate a drunken rogue.] i. e. next to a passy-measure or a pavin, &c. It is in character, that sir Toby should express a strong dislike of serious dances, such as the passamezzo and the pavan are described to be. TYRWHITT. Mr. Malone reads, "and a passy measures pavin." VOL. II. G 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. Duke. One face, one voice, one habit, and two persons; How have the hours rack'd and tortur'd me, 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. 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:- Vio. Of Messaline: Sebastian was my father; + "Will you help? An ass-head, &c." MALONE. A natural perspective,] A glass used for optical deception. 1 Of charity,] i. e. out of charity, tell me, &c. So went he suited to his watery tomb: Seb. Vio. My father had a mole upon his brow. Vio. And died that day when Viola from her birth Had number'd thirteen years. Seb. O, that record is lively in my soul! He finished, indeed, his mortal act, That day that made my sister thirteen years. 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 [TO OLIVIA. But nature to her bias drew in that. Nor are you therein, by my life, deceiv'd, Duke. Be not amaz'd; right noble is his blood.— 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; That severs day from night. 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, 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 hither: And yet, alas, now I remember me, They say, poor gentleman, he's much distract. Re-enter Clown, with a letter. 6 A most extracting frenzy of mine own From my remembrance clearly banished his.- Clo. Truly, madam, he holds Belzebub 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 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. A most extracting frenzy —] i. e. a frenzy that drew me away from every thing but its own object. 7 you must allow vox.] i. e. my tone or voice. |