Take, and give back, affairs, and their dispatch, OLI. Blame not this hafte of mine: If you mean well, Now go with me, and with this holy man, Into the chantry by : there, before him, And underneath that confecrated roof, Plight me the full affurance of your faith; That my moft jealous and too doubtful foul May live at peace: He fhall conceal it, Whiles you are willing it fhall come to note; What time we will our celebration keep According to my birth. What do you say? SEB. I'll follow this good man, and go with you; And, having fworn truth, ever will be true. [fo fhine, OLI. Then lead the way, good father;-And heavens That they may fairly note this act of mine! ACT V. SCENE, before Olivia's Houfe. [Exeunt. FAB. Now, as thou lov'ft me, let me fee this letter. Clo. Good Mr. Fabian, grant me another request. FAB. Any thing. Clo. Do not desire to fee this † letter. FAB. This is, to give a dog, and, in recompence, desire my dog again. Enter Duke, VIOLA, and Attendants. VOL. IV. M Duk. Belong you to the lady Olivia, friends? Clo. Ay, fir; we are some of her trappings. [low. Duk. I know thee well; How doft thou, my good felClo. Truly, fir, the better for my foes, and the worse for my friends. Duk. Juft the contrary; the better for thy friends. Clo. No, fir, the worse. Duk. How can that be? Clo. Marry, fir, they praise me, and make an afs of me; now my foes tell me plainly, I am an ass: fo that by my foes, fir, I profit in the knowledge of myself; and by my friends I am abused: fo that, conclusions to be as kiffes, if your four negatives make your two affirmatives, why, then the worfe for my friends, and the better for my foes. Duk. Why, this is excellent. Clo. By my troth, fir, no; though it please you to be one of my friends. Duk. Thou shalt not be the worfe for me; there's gold. Clo. But that it would be double-dealing, fir, I would could make it another. you Duk. O, you give me ill counfel. Clo. Put your grace in your pocket, fir, for this once, and let your flesh and blood obey it. Duk. Well, I will be so much a finner, to be a doubledealer; there's another. Clo. Primo, fecundo, tertio, is a good play; and the old faying is, the third pays for all: the triplex, fir, is a good tripping measure; or the bells of faint Bennet, fir, may put you in mind, One, two, three. Duk. You can fool no more money out of me at this throw if you will let your lady know, I am here to speak with her, and bring her along with you, it may awake my bounty further. Clo. Marry, fir, lullaby to your bounty, 'till I come again. I go, fir; but I would not have you to think, that my desire of having is the fin of covetoufness: but, as you fay, fir, let your bounty take a nap, I will awake it anon. [Exit Clown. Enter ANTONIO, and Officers. V10. Here comes the man, fir, that did rescue me. Duk. That face of his I do remember well; Yet, when I faw it laft, it was befmear'd, That very envy, and the tongue of lofs, 1.0. Orfino, this is that Antonio, What's the matter? That took the Phoenix, and her fraught, from Candy; And this is he that did the Tiger board, When your young nephew Titus loft his leg: Here in the streets, defp'rate of fhame, and state, In private brabble did we apprehend him. V10. He fhew'd me kindness, fir; drew on my fide Duk. Notable pyrate, thou falt-water thief, ANT. Orfino, noble fir, Be pleas'd that I shake off these names you give me ; Though, I confefs, on base and ground enough, Not half an hour before. V10. How can this be? Duk. When came he to this town? ANT. To-day, my lord; and, for three months before, (No interim, not a minute's vacancy) Both day and night did we keep company. Enter OLIVIA, and Attendants. [earth. Duk. Here comes the countefs; now heaven walks on But for thee, fellow, fellow, thy words are madness : Three months this youth hath tended upon me; But more of that anon. -Take him afide. O11. What would my lord, but that he may not have, Wherein Olivia may seem serviceable ? — Cesario, you do not keep promise with me. V10. Madam ? Duk. Gracious Olivia, OLI. What do you fay, Cesario? — Good my lord, V10. My lord would speak, my duty hufhes me. Duk. Still, till fo cruel? O11. Still fo conftant, lord. Duk. What, to perverfenefs? you uncivil lady, My foul the faithfull'ft off'rings hath breath'd out, [him. OLI. Even what it please my lord, that shall become That sometime favours nobly? Bat hear me this: That fcrews me from my true place in your favour, Come, boy, with me; my thoughts are ripe in mifchief: To fpite a raven's heart within a dove, Vio. And I, moft jocund, apt, and willingly, [going. To do you reft, a thousand deaths would dye. [following. 7 fat 13 have breath'd |