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ANT. Will you stay no longer ? nor will you not, that I go
with SEB. By your patience, no: my stars fine darkly over me; the malignancy of my fate might, perhaps, diftemper yours; therefore I shall crave of you your leave, that I may bear my
evils alone : it were a bad recompence
your love, to lay any of them on you. Ant. Let me yet know of you, whither you are bound.
SEB. No, 'sooth, fir; my determinate voyage is meer extravagancy. But I perceive in you so excellent a touch of modesty, that you will not extort from me what I am willing to keep in ; therefore it charges me in manners the rather to express myself: You must know of me then, Antonio, my name is Sebastian, which I callid Rodorigo; my father was that Sebastian of Messaline, whom I know, you have heard of: he left behind him, myself, and a fister, both born in an hour; If the heavens had been pleas'd, would we had so ended! but you, fir, alter'd that; for, some hour before you took me from the breach of the sea, was my sister drown'd.
Ant. Alas, the day!
SEB. A lady, fir, though it was said she much resembld me, was yet of many accounted beautiful : but, though I could not, with such estimable wonder, over-far believe that, yet thus far I will boldly pub
lish her, she bore a mind that envy could not but call fair: she is drown'd already, sir, with salt water, though I seem to drown her remembrance again with
Ant. Pardon me, fir, your bad entertainment.
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 so near the manners of my mother, that, upon the least occasion more, mine eyes will tell tales of me. I am bound to the count Orsino's court: farewel.
[Exit. Ant. The gentleness of all the gods go with thee! I have many enemies in Orsino's court, Else would I very shortly see thee there : But, come what may, I do adore thee fo, That danger shall seem sport, and I will go. [Exit.
SCENE II. A Street. Enter VIOLA, Malvolio following. MAL. Were not you even now with the countess Olivia ?
V10. Even now, fir; on a moderate pace I have since arriv'd but hither.
MAL. She returns this ring to you, fir; you might have saved me my pains, to have taken it away your. self. She adds
lord into a desperate assurance she will none of him : And one thing more; that you be never so 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 should be so return'd: if it be worth stooping for, there t it lies in your eye ; if not, be it his that finds it.
alas the day!
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SCENE III. A Room in Olivia's House.
Enter Sir Toby, and Sir ANDREW. Sir T. Approach, fir Andrew : not to be a bed after midnight, is to be up betimes ; and diluculo furgere, thou know'it, Sir A. Nay, by my troth, I know not: but I know,
up late, is to be up late. Sir T. A false conclusion ; I hate it as an unfill'd can: To be up after midnight, and to go to bed then, is early; so that, to go to bed after midnight, is to go to bed betimes. Does not our life consist of the four elements ?
Sir A. 'Faith, so they say; but, I think, it rather confifts of eating and drinking.
Sir T. Thou’rt a scholar; let us therefore eat and drink.- Maria, I say,
a stoop of wine !
Clo. How now, my hearts ? Did you never see 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 shillings I had such a leg; and so sweet a breath to sing, as the fool has. - In sooth, thou walt in very gracious fooling last night, when thou spok’st of Pigrogromitus, of the Vapians passing the equinoctial of Queubus ; 'twas very good, i'faith. I sent thee fix-pence for thy leman ; Had'It it?
Clo. I did impeticos thy gratility; for Malvolio's nose is no whip-stock, my lady has a white hand, and the Myrmidons are no bottle-ale-houses.
Sir A. Excellent! Why, this is the best fooling, when all is done. Now, a song.
Sir T. Come on ; there is fix-pence + for you: let's have a song.
Sir A. There's a testril 7 of me too : if one knight give a
Clo. Would you have a love-song, or a song of good life?
Sir T. A love-song, a love-fong.
o, stay and hear ; your true love's coming,
that can sing both high and low: trip no farther, pretty sweeting ; journeys end in lovers' meeting,
every wise man's fon doth know.
present mirth hath present laughter;
what's to come, is still unsure :
youth's a fuff will not endure.
Sir T. To hear by the nose, it is dulcet in contagion. But shall we make the welkin dance indeed ? Shall we