I ACT II. SCENEI. The Sea-coaft. Enter SEBASTIAN, and ANTONIO. ANT. Will you ftay no longer? nor will you not, that go with you? SEB. By your patience, no: my stars shine darkly over me; the malignancy of my fate might, perhaps, diftemper yours; therefore I fhall crave of you your leave, that I may bear my evils alone: it were a bad recompence for your love, to lay any of them on you. ANT. Let me yet know of you, whither you are bound. SEE. No, 'footh, fir; my determinate voyage is meer extravagancy. But I perceive in you fo excellent a touch of modefty, that you will not extort from me what I am willing to keep in; therefore it charges me in manners the rather to exprefs myfelf: You must know of me then, Antonio, my name is Sebaftian, which I call'd Rodorigo; my father was that Sebaftian of Meffaline, whom I know, you have heard of: he left behind him, myself, and a fifter, both born in an hour; If the heavens had been pleas'd, would we had fo ended! but you, fir, alter'd that; for, fome hour before you took me from the breach of the fea, was my fister drown'd. ANT. Alas, the day! SEB. A lady, fir, though it was faid fhe much resembl'd me, was yet of many accounted beautiful : but, though I could not, with fuch eftimable wonder, over-far believe that, yet thus far I will boldly pub lifh her, fhe bore a mind that envy could not but call fair: fhe is drown'd already, fir, with falt water, though I seem to drown her remembrance again with more. ANT. Pardon me, fir, your bad entertainment. SEB. O good Antonio, forgive me your trouble. ANT. If you will not murther me for my love, let me be your fervant. SEB. If you will not undo what you have done, that is, kill him whom you have recover'd, desire it not. Fare ye well at once: my bosom is full of kindness; and I am yet fo near the manners of my mother, that, upon the leaft occasion more, mine eyes will tell tales of me. I am bound to the count Orfino's court: farewel. [Exit. ANT. The gentleness of all the gods go with thee!I have many enemies in Orfino's court, Elfe would I very fhortly fee thee there : But, come what may, I do adore thee fo, That danger shall seem sport, and I will go. SCENE II. A Street. Enter VIOLA, MALVOLIO following. [Exit. MAL. Were not you even now with the countess Olivia? V10. Even now, fir; on a moderate pace I have fince arriv'd but hither. MAL. She returns this ring to you, fir; you might have faved me my pains, to have taken it away yourfelf. She adds moreover, that you fhould put your lord into a defperate affurance fhe will none of him: And one thing more; that you be never fo hardy to come again in his affairs, unless it be to report your lord's taking of this. Receive it, fir. Vio. She took the ring of me, I'll none of it. MAL. Come, fir, you peevishly threw it to her; and her will is, it fhould be fo return'd: if it be worth ftooping for, there † it lies in your eye; if not, be it his that finds it. [Exit MALVOLIO. V10. I left no ring with her : What means this lady? Fortune, forbid, my out-fide have not charm'd her! She made good view of me; indeed, so much, That, fure, methought, her eyes had loft her tongue, For fhe did speak in starts distractedly. She loves me, fure; the cunning of her paffion None of my lord's ring? why, he fent her none. In women's waxen hearts to fet their forms! For, fuch as we are made, e'en fuch we be. What thriftless fighs fhall poor Olivia breath? VOL. IV. 2 it fo. 23 made, if such [Exit. Ι SCENE III. A Room in Olivia's House. Sir T. Approach, fir Andrew: not to be a bed after midnight, is to be up betimes; and diluculo furgere, thou know'ft, Sir A. Nay, by my troth, I know not; but I know, to be up late, is to be up late. Sir T. A falfe conclusion; I hate it as an unfill'd can: To be up after midnight, and to go to bed then, is early; fo that, to go to bed after midnight, is to go to bed betimes. Does not our life confift of the four elements? Sir A. 'Faith, fo they say; but, I think, it rather confifts of eating and drinking. Sir T. Thou'rt a fcholar; let us therefore eat and drink. Maria, I fay, -a ftoop of wine! Enter Clown. Sir A. Here comes the fool, i'faith. Clo. How now, my hearts? Did you never fee the picture of we three. Sir T. Welcome, ass. Now let's have a catch. Sir A. By my troth, the fool has an excellent breast. I had rather than forty fhillings I had fuch a leg; and so sweet a breath to fing, as the fool has. In footh, thou waft in very gracious fooling last night, when thou fpok'it of Pigrogromitus, of the Vapians paffing the equinoctial of Queubus; 'twas very good, i'faith. I sent thee fix-pence for thy leman; Had't it? Clo. I did impeticos thy gratility; for Malvolio's nose is no whip-ftock, my lady has a white hand, and the Myrmidons are no bottle-ale-houses. 12 lives 17 Marian 29 Lemon Sir A. Excellent! Why, this is the best fooling, when all is done. Now, a fong. Sir T. Come on; there is fix-pence for you: let's have a fong. Sir A. There's a teftril of me too: if one knight give aClo. Would you have a love-fong, or a fong of good life? Sir T. A love-fong, a love-fong. Sir A. Ay, ay; I care not for good life. SONG. Clo. O mistress mine, where are you roaming? every wise man's fon doth know. Sir A. Excellent good, i'faith. Sir T. Good, good. St. II. Clo. What is love? 'tis not hereafter; present mirth hath present laughter; what's to come, is ftill unfure: in delay there lies no plenty; then come kiss me, fweet, and twenty, Sir A. A mellifluous voice, as I am true knight. Sir T. A contagious breath. Sir A. Very fweet and contagious, i'faith. Sir T. To hear by the nose, it is dulcet in contagion. But shall we make the welkin dance indeed ? Shall we |