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what I would, are as secret as maidenhead: to your ears, divinity; to any other's, prophanation.
Oli. Give us the place alone: we will hear this divinity. [Exit Maria.] Now, sir, what is your text?
Vio. Most sweet lady,
Oli. A comfortable doctrine, and much may be said of it. Where lies your text.
Vio. In Orsino's bosom.
Vio. To answer by the method, in the first of his . heart.
Oli. O, I have read it; it is heresy. Have you no more to say ?
Vio. Good madam, let me see your face.
Oli. Have you any commission from your lord to negociate with my face? you are now out of your text: but we will draw the curtain, and shew you the picture. Look you, sir, such a one as I was this present:' Is't not well done ?
[Unveiling. Vio. Excellently done, if God did all.
Oli. 'Tis in grain, sir; 'twill endure wind and weather.
· Vio. 'Tis beauty truly blent, 2 whose red and white
Oli. O, sir, I will not be so hard-hearted; I will give out divers schedules of my beauty : It shall be
inventoried; and every particle, and utensil, labelled to my will : as, item, two lips indifferent red; item, two grey eyes, with lids to them; item, one neck, one chin, and so forth. Were you sent 'hither to ’praise me?
Vio. I see you what you are : you are too proud; But, if you were the devil, you are fair.. My lord and master loves you ; O, such love Could be but recompens'd, though you were crown'd The nonpareil of beauty!. Oli..
^ How does he love me? Vio. With adorations, with fertile tears, With groans that thunder love, with sighs of fire. Oli. Your lord does know my mind, I cannot love
Vio. If I did love you in my master's flame,
Why, what would you?
3 Well spoken of by the world.'
4 Cantos, verses.
Holla your name to the reverberate 5 hills,
Oli. You might do much: What is your parentage?
Vio. Above my fortunes, yet my state is well:
Get you to your lord;
Vio. I am no fee'd post,“ lady; keep your purse;
Oli. What is your parentage ?
7 Proclamation of gentility.
Re-enter MALVOLIO. Mal. . Here, madam, at your service.
Oli. Run after that same peevish messenger, The county's 8 man: he left this ring behind him, Would I, or not; tell him, I'll none of it. Desire him not to flatter with his lord, Nor hold him up with hopes; I am not for him: If that the youth will come this way to-morrow, I'll give him reasons for't. Hie thee, Malvolio. Mul.· Madam, I will.
[Exit. Oli. I do I know not what: and fear to find Mine eye too great a flatterer for my mind. Fate, shew thy force: Ourselves we do not owe ; 9 What is decreed, must be; and be this so! [Exit.
Enter Antonio and SeBASTIAN. Ant. Will you stay no longer ? nor will you not, that I go with you?
Seb. By your patience, no: my stars shine darkly over me; the malignancy of my fate might, perhaps, distemper yours; therefore I shall crave of you your leave, that I may bear my evils alone: It were a bad recompense for your love, to lay any of them on you.
Ant. Let me yet know of you, whither you are bound.
& Count. you. I. 1
9 Own, possess.
Seb. No, 'sooth, sir; my determinate voyage is mere extravagancy. But I perceive in you so excelJent 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 called Rodorigo; my father was that Sebastian of Messaline, whom I know, you have heard of: he left behind him, myself, and a sister, both born in an hour. If the heavens had been pleased, 'would we had so ended! but, you, sir, altered that; for, some hour before you took me from the breach of the sea, was my sister drowned.
Ant. Alas, the day!
Seb. A lady, sir, though it was said she much resembled me, was yet of many accounted beautiful : but, though I could not, with such estimable wonder, overfar believe that, yet thus far I will boldly publish her, she bore a mind that envy could not but call fair : she is drowned already, sir, with salt water, though I seem to drown her remembrance again with more.
Ant. Pardon me, sir, your bad entertainment.
Ant. If you will not murder me for my love, let me be your servant.
Seb. If you will not undo what you have done, that is, kill him whom you have recovered, desire it not. Fare ye well at once: my bosom is full of kindness; and I am yet so near the manners of my