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that my desire of having is the fin of covetousness; but, as you say, Sir, let your bounty take a nap, I will awake it anon.

[Exit Clown, Enter Antonio, and Officers. Vio. Here comes the man, Sir, that did rescue me.

Duke. That face of his I do remember well ; Yet when I saw it last, it was besmear'd As black as Vulcan, in the smoak of war : A bawbling vessel was he captain of, For shallow draught and bulk unprizable, With which such Icathful grapple did he make With the most noble bottom of our fleet, That very envy and the tongue of loss Cry'd fame and honcur on him. What's the matter?

i Ofi. Orfi. o, this is that Antonio, That took the Phænix and her fraught from Candy; And this is he, that did the Tyger board. When your young nephew Titus loft his leg: Here in the streets, desperate of shame and state, In private brabble did we apprehend him.

tio. He did me kindness, Sir; drew on my But in conclusion put ftrange speech upon me, I know not what 'twas, but distraction.

Duke. Notable pirate! thou silt water thief! What foolish boldness brought thee to their mercies, Whom thou in terms fo bloody, and so dear, Haft made thine enemies?

Ant. Orfino, noble Sir, Be pleas'd that I shake off these names you give me: Antonio never yet was thief, or pirate ; Though I confess, on base and ground enough, Orfano' enemy. A witchcraft drew me hither : That most ungrateful boy there, by yeur Gde, From the rude sea's enrag'd and foamy mouth Did I redeem ; a wreck pait hope he was : His life I gave him, and did thereto add My love without retention or restraint; All his in dedication. For his fake, Did I expose my self (pure, for his love)

fide;

Into the danger of this adverse town;
Drew to defend him, when he wa beset ;
Where being apprehended, bis false cunning
(Not meaning to partake with me in danger)
Taught him to face me out of his acquaintance ;
And grew a twenty years removed thing,
While one would wink: deny’d me mine own purse,
Which I had recommended to his use
Not half an hour before.

Vio. How can this be?
Duke. 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. Duke. Here comes the countess ; now heav'n walks on

earth. But for thee, fellow, fellow, thy words are madness: Three months this youth hath tended upon me; But more of that anon Take him aside.

Oli. What would my lord, but that he may not have,
Wherein Olivia may seem serviceable ?
Cefario, ou do not keep promise with me.
Vio. Madam!
Duke. Grac.ous Olivia,
Oli. What do you say, Cefario? Good my lord
Vio. My lord would speak, my duty hulhes me.

Oli. If it be aught to the old tune, my lord,
It is as fat and fulsome to mine ear,
As howling after musick.

Duke. Still fo cruel ?
Oli, Still lo constant, lord.

Duke. What, to perverseness ? you uncivil lady,
To whose ingrate and unauspicious altars
My soul the faithfull'it offerings has breath'd out,
That e'er devotion tender'd. What shall I do?
Oli. Ev'n what it please my lord, that shall become

him.

Duke.

that my

defire of having is the fin of covetousness; but, as you say, Sir, let your bounty take a nap, I will awake it anon.

[Exit Clown, Enter Antonio, and Oficers. Vio. Here comes the man, Sir, that did rescue me.

Duke. "That face of his I do remember well ; Yet when I saw it last, it was besmear'd As black as Vulcan, in the smoak of war : A bawbling vessel was he captain of, For shallow draught and bulk unprizable, With which such scathful grapple did he make With the most noble bottom of our fleet, -That very envy and the tongue of loss Cry'd fame and honcur on him. What's the matter?

i Ofi. Orfi.o, this is that Antonio, That took the Phænix and her fraught from Candy ; And this is he, that did the Tyger board. When your young nephew Titus loft his leg: Here in the streets, desperate of shame and state, In private brabble did we apprehend him.

Vio. He did me kindness, Sir; drew on my
But in conclusion put strange speech upon me,
I know not what 'twas, but distraction.

Duke. Notable pirate! thou sit water thief!
What foolish boldness brought thee to their mercies,
Whom thou in terms so bloody, and so dear,
Haft made thine enemies ?

Ant. Orfino. noble Sir,
Be pleas'd that I shake off these names you give me:
Antonio never yet was thief, or pirate ;
Though I confess, on base and ground enough,
Orfino' enemy,

A witchcraft drew me hither:
That most ungrateful boy there, by your side,
From the rude sea's enrag'd and foamy mouth
Did I redeem; a wreck pait hope he was :
His life I gave him, and did thereto add
My love without retention or reftraint;
All his in dedication. For his fake,
Did I expose my self (pure, for his love)

fide;

Into the danger of this adverse town;
Drew to defend him, when he wa befet ;
Where being apprehended, bis falfe cunning
(Not meaning to partake with me in danger)
Taught him to face me out of his acquaintance ;
And grew a twenty years removed thing,
While one would wink: deny'd me mine own purse,
Which I had recommended to his use
Not half an hour before.

Vio. How can this be?
Duke. 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.
Duke. Here comes the countess ; now heav'n walks on

earth.
But for thee, fellow, fellow, thy words are madness:
Three months this youth hath tended upon me;
But more of that anon Take him aside.

Oli. What would my lord, but that he may not have,
Wherein Olivia may seem Serviceable?
Cefario, ou do not keep promise with me.

Vio, Madam!
Duke. Grac ous Olivia,
Oli. What do you say, Cefario? Good my lord
Vio. My lord would speak, my duty hulhes me,

Oli. If it be aught to the old tune, my lord,
It is as fat and fulsome to mine ear,
As howling after mufick.

Duke. Still lo cruel ?
Oli, Still so constant, lord.

Duke. What, to perverseness ? you uncivil lady,
To whose ingrate and unauspicious altars
My soul the faithfull'it offerings has breath'd out,
That e'er devotion cender'd. What shall I do?
Oli. Ev'n what it please my lord, that shall become

him.

Duke.

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Duke. Why thould I not, had I the heart to do't, (13) Like to th' Egyptian thief, at point of death Kill what I love ? (a favage jealousie, That sometimes favours nobly :) but hear me this : Since you to non-regardance cast my faith, And that I partly know the instrument, That screws me from my true place in your favour : Live

you the marble-breasted tyrant ftill. But this your minion, whom, I know, you love, And whom, by heav'n, I swear, I tender dearly, Him will I tear out of that cruel eye, Where he fits crowned in his malter's spight. Come, boy, with me; my thoughts are ripe in mischief: I'll sacrifice the lamb that I do love, To spight a raven's heart within a dove.

[Duke going. Vio. And I most jocund, apt, and willingly, To do you rest, a thousand deaths would die. [following. (13) Wby should I not, bad I the Heart to do it,

Like to tb' Egyptian Thief, at point of Death

Kill what I love?] In this Simile, a particular Story is presuppos'd ; which ought to be known, to shew the Justness and Propriety of the Comparison. It is taken from Heliodorus's Atbiopics, to which our Author was indebted for the Allufion, This Egyptian Thief was Tbyamis, who was a Native of Memphis, and at the Head of a Band of Robbers. Tbeagenes and Cbariclea falling into their Hands, Tbyamis fell desperately in Love with the Lady, and would have married her. Soon after, a stronger Body of Robbers coming down upon Thyamis's Party, He was in such fears for his Mittress, that he had thut her into a Cave with his Treasure. It was customary with those Barbarians, when tbey despair'd of their own Safety, firft to make away witb Tbose whom they beld dear, and desired for Companions in the next Life. Tbyamis, therefore, benetted round with his Enemies, raging with Love, Jealousy, and Anger, went to his Cave; and calling aloud in the Egyptian Tongue, fo foon as He heard himself answer'd towards the Cave's Mouth by a Grecian, making to the Person by the Direction of her Voice, he caught her by the Hair with his left Hand, and (luppofing her to be Cbariclea) with his right Hand plung'd his Sword into ker Breaft.

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