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Oli. Ay me, detested ! how am I beguild ! more : but if he had not been iu drink he would Vio. Who does beguile you ? who does do have tickled you othergates than he did. you wrong?
Duke. How now, gentleman ! how is 't with Oli. Hast thou forgot thyself? Is it so long? you? Call forth the holy father.
Sir To. That's all one: has hurt me, and there's Duke.
the end on it. Sot, didst see Dick surgeon, Oli. Whither, my lord ? Cesario, husband, stay. sot? Duke. Husband !
Clo. O! he's drunk, Sir Toby, an hour agone: Oli.
Ay, husband : can he that deny? his eyes were set at eight i' the morning. Duke. Her husband, sirrah !
Sir To. Then he's a rogue, anda passy-measures Vio
No, my lord, not I. pavin. I hate a drunken rogue. Oli. Alas ! it is the baseness of thy fear
Oli. Away with him! Who hath made this That makes thee strangle thy propriety.
havoc with them? Fear not, Cesario; take thy fortunes up ;
Sir And. I'll help you, Sir Toby, because we'll Be that thou know'st thou art, and then thou art be dressed together. As great as that thou fear'st,
Sir To. Will you help? an ass-head, and a cox.
comb, and a knave, a thin-faced knave, a gull! Enter Priest.
Oli. Get him to bed, and let his hurt be look'd
O welcome, father! to. Exeunt Clown, FABIAN, Sir Toby, and Father, I charge thee, by thy reverence,
Sir ANDREW. Here to unfold, though lately we intended
Enter SEBASTIAN, To keep in darkness what occasion now Reveals before 'tis ripe, what thou dost know Scb. I am sorry, madam, I have hurt your kins. Hath newly pass'd between this youth and me.
Priest. A contract of eternal bond of love, 160 | But had it been the brother of my blood, Confirm’d by mutual joinder of your hands, I must have done no less with wit and safety. Attested by the holy close of lips,
You throw a strange regard upon me, and by that Strengthen’d by interchangement of your rings; I do perceive it hath offended you : And all the ceremony of this compact
Pardon me, sweet one, even for the vows Seal'd in my function, by my testimony: We made each other but so late ago. Since when, my watch hath told me, toward Duke. One face, one voice, one habit, and two my grave
persons ; I have travelled but two hours.
A natural perspective, that is, and is not ! Duke. O thou dissembling cub! what wilt Seb. Antonio ! O my dear Antonio ! thou be
How have the hours rack'd and tortur'd me When time hath sow'd a grizzle on thy case ? Since I have lost thee! Or will not else thy craft so quickly grow
Ant. Sebastian are you? That thine own trip shall be thine overthrow ? Scb.
Fear'st thou that, Antonio? Farewell, and take her ; but direct thy feet Ant. How have you made division of yourself? Where thou and I henceforth may never meet. An apple cleft in two is not more twin Vio. My lord, I do protest,
Than these two creatures, Which is Sebastian ? Oli.
O ! do not swear : Oli. Most wonderful ! Hold little faith, though thou hast too much fear. Seb. Do I stand there? I never had a brother ; Enter Sir ANDREW AGUECHEEK
Nor can there be that deity in my nature,
Of here and every where. I had a sister, Sir And. For the love of God, a surgeon ! send | Whom the blind waves and surges have devour'd. one presently to Sir Toby.
Of charity, wbat kin are you to me? Oli. What's the matter ?
What countryman ? what name? what parentSir And. He has broke my head across, and
age ? has given Sir Toby a bloody coxcomb too. For Vio. Of Messaline : Sebastian was my father; the love of God, your help! I had rather than Such a Sebastian was my brother too, forty pound I were at home.
182 So went he suited to his watery tomb. Oli. Who has done this, Sir Andrew ?
If spirits can assume both form and suit Sir And. The count's gentleman, one Cesario : You come to fright us. we took him for a coward, but he's the very Seb.
A spirit I am indeed ; devil incardinate.
But am in that dimension grossly clad Duke. My gentleman, Cesario ?
Which from the womb I did participate. Sir And. 'Od’s lifelings ! here he is. You broke Were you a woman, as the rest goes even, my head for nothing! and that that I did, I was I should my tears let fall upon your cheek, set on to do 't by Sir Toby.
19) | And say "Thrice welcome, drowned Viola ! l'io. Why do you speak to me? I never hurt Vio. My father had a mole upon his brow. 250 you:
Seb. And so had mine. You drew your sword upon me without cause ; Vio. And died that day when Viola from her But I bespake you fair, and hurt you not.
birth Sir And. If a bloody coxcomb be a hurt, you Had number'd thirteen years. have burt me: I think yon set nothing by a Seb. O! that record is lively in my soul, bloody coxcomb.
He finished indeed his mortal act
That day that made my sister thirteen years. Enter Sir TOBY BELCH and Clown,
Vio. If nothing lets to make us happy both Here comes Sir Toby halting ; you shall hear | But this my masculine usurp'd attire,
And yet, alas! now I remember me,
Re enter Clown, with a letter, and FABIAN.
Clo. Truly, madam, he holds Belzebub at the stave's end as well as a man in his case may do. Has here writ a letter to you: I should have given 't you to-day morning; but as a madman's epistles are no gospels, so it skills not much when they are delivered.
Oli. Open 't, and read it.
Clo. Look then to be well edified when the fool delivers the madmau.
By the Lord, madam,——
Oli. How now! art thou mad?
Clo. No, madam, I do but read madness: an
your ladyship will have it as it ought to be, you
must allow vox.
Oli. Prithee, read i' thy right wits. Clo. So I do, madonna; but to read his right wits is to read thus: therefore perpend, my princess, and give ear.
Oli. To FABIAN. Read it you, sirrah.
Fab. By the Lord, madam, you wrong me, and the world shall know it: though you have put me into darkness, and given your drunken cousin rule over me, yet have I the benefit of my senses as well as your ladyship. I have your own letter that induced me to the semblance I put on; with the which I doubt not but to do myself much right, or you much shame. Think of me as you please. I leave my duty a little unthought of and speak out of my injury. THE MADLY USED MALVOLIO, 320
Here at my house and at my proper cost. Duke. Madam, I am most apt to embrace your offer.
To VIOLA. Your master quits you; and for your service done him,
So much against the mettle of your sex,
A sister! you are she.
Re-enter FABIAN, with MALVOLIO,
How now, Malvolio!
Have I, Malvolio? no. Mal. Lady, you have. Pray you peruse that letter.
You must not now deny it is your hand :
Ay, my lord, this same.
Bade me come smiling and cross-garter'd to you,
Oli. Alas Malvolio, this is not my writing,
And in such forms which here were pre-suppos'd Upon thee in the letter. Prithee, be content: ** This practice hath most shrewdly pass'd upon thee;
But when we know the grounds and authors of it, Thou shalt be both the plaintiff and the judge
Of thine own cause.
May rather pluck on laughter than revenge
Oli. Alas! poor fool, how have they baffled thee. Clo. Why, some are born great, some achieve greatness, and some have greatness thrown upon them.' I was one, sir, in this interlude; one Sir Topas, sir; but that's all one. By the Lord, fool, I am not mad.' But do you remember? 'Madam, why laugh you at such a barren rascal? an you smile not, he's gagg'd': and thus the whirligig of time brings in his revenges.
Mal. I'll be reveng'd on the whole pack of
Oli. He hath been most notoriously abus'd.
Of our dear souls. Meantime, sweet sister,
Clo. When that I was and a little tiny boy,
But when I came, alas! to wire,
With hey, ho, the wind and the rain;
Enter CAMILLO and ARCHIDAMUS.
Arch. If you shall chance, Camillo, to visit Bohemia, on the like occasion whereon my services are now on foot, you shall see, as I have said, great difference betwixt our Bohemia and your Sicilia.
But when I came to man's estate,
With hey, ho, the wind and the rain; 'Gainst kraves and thieves men shut their gates, For the rain it raineth every day.
But when I came unto my beds,
With hey, ho, the wind and the rain;
THE WINTER'S TALE.
Cam. I think, this coming summer, the King of Sicilia means to pay Bohemia the visitation which he justly owes him.
Arch. Wherein our entertainment shall shame
LEONTES, King of Sicilia.
Lords of Sicilia.
POLIXENES, King of Bohemia.
ARCHIDAMUS, a Lord of Bohemia.
An old Shepherd, reputed Father of Perdita.
Lords, Ladies, and Gentlemen, Officers, and Servants, Shepherds and Shepherdesses, Guards, etc.
TIME, as Chorus.
SCENE.-Sometimes in Sicilia, sometimes in Bohemia.
A great while ago the world begun,
Clown, his Son.
HERMIONE, Queen to Leontes.
PERDITA, Daughter to Leontes and Hermione.
PAULINA, Wife to Antigonus.
EMILIA, a Lady attending on Hermione.
knowledge: we cannot with such magnificence We will SCENE I.-Sicilia. An Antechamber in LEONTES'in so rare-I know not what to say. give you sleepy drinks, that your senses, unintelligent of our insufficience, may, though they cannot praise us, as little accuse us.
Cam. You pay a great deal too dear for what's given freely.
Arch. Believe me, I speak as my understanding instructs me, and as mine honesty puts it to utterance.
Cam. Sicilia cannot show himself over-kind to Bohemia. They were trained together in their childhoods; and there rooted betwixt them then such an affection which cannot choose but branch now. Since their more mature diguities and royal necessities made separation of their society, their encounters, though not personal,
have been royally attorneyed with interchange | The by-gone day proclaim'd: say this to him, of gifts, letters, loving embassies; that they have He's beat from his best ward. seemed to be together, though absent, shook Leon. Well said, Hermione. hands, as over a vast, and embraced, as it were, Her. To tell he longs to see his son were strong: from the ends of opposed winds. The heavens But let him say so then, and let him go; continue their loves! But let him swear so, and he shall not stay, We 'll thwack him hence with distaffs. To POLIXEN ES. Yet of your royal presence I'll adventure
Arch. I think there is not in the world either malice or matter to alter it. You have an unspeakable comfort of your young Prince Mamillius it is a gentleman of the greatest promise that ever came into my note.
Cam. I very well agree with you in the hopes of him. It is a gallant child; one that indeed physics the subject, makes old hearts fresh; they that went on crutches ere he was born desire yet their life to see him a man.
Arch. Would they else be content to die? Cam. Yes; if there were no other excuse why they should desire to live.
Arch. If the king had no son, they would desire to live on crutches till he had one. Exeunt.
SCENE II. The Same. A Room of State in the
Sir, that's to-morrow. 10
This is put forth too truly!' Besides, I have stay'd
No longer stay.
To tire your royalty.
Press me not, beseech you, so. There is no tongue that moves, none, none i' the world,
So soon as yours could win me: so it should now,
Leon. Tongue-tied, our queen? speak you.
You had drawn oaths from him not to stay.
The borrow of a week. When at Bohemia
Your guest then, madam:
We were, fair queen,
Iler. Was not my lord the verier wag o' the
Pol. We were as twinn'd lambs that did frisk
And bleat the one at the other: what we chang'd
Boldly not guilty;' the imposition clear'd
Grace to boot!
Giving her hand to POLIXENES.
I' fecks! Why, that's my bawcock. What! hast smutch'd thy nose?
They say it's a copy out of mine. Come, captain,
Affection! thy intention stabs the centre:
With what's unreal thou co-active art,
And fellow'st nothing: then 'tis very credent
And that beyond commission, and I find it,
No, in good earnest. 150
Mam. No, my lord, I'll fight.
Leon. You will! why, happy man be's dole!
Are you so fond of your young prince as we
Let what is dear in Sicily be cheap.
If you would seek us, We are yours i' the garden: shall's attend you there?
Leon. To your own bents dispose you: you'll be found,
Be you beneath the sky. Aside. I am angling
How she holds up the neb, the bill to him!
To be full like me: yet they say we are
Exeunt POLIXENES, HERMIONE, and
Go play, boy, play; thy mother plays, and I
may 't be?