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Take, and give back, affairs, and their dispatch,
With such a smooth, discreet, and stable bearing,
As, I perceive, she does : there's something in't,
That is deceivable. But here the lady comes.

Enter OLIVIA, and a Priest.
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 consecrated roof, Plight me the full assurance of

your

faith; That my most jealous and too doubtful soul May live at peace : He shall conceal it, Whiles you are willing it shall 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 sworn truth, ever will be true. [fo shine, Oli, Then lead the way, good father ;

-And heavens That they may fairly note this act of mine! Exeunt.

ACTV
SCENE, before Olivia's House.

Enter Clown, and FABIAN.

FAB. Now, as thou lov'st me, let me see this letter, Clo. Good Mr. Fabian, grant me another

request. FAB. Any thing. Clo. Do not desire to see this T letter.

FAB. This is, to give a dog, and, in recompence, desire my dog again.

Enter Duke, VIOLA, and Attendants.

VOL. IV.

M

and by my

Duk. Belong you to the lady Olivia, friends ?
Clo. Ay, fir; we are some of her trappings. [low.
Duk. I know thee well; How dost thou, my good fel-

Clo. Truly, sir, the better for my foes, and the worse for my

friends. Duk. Just the contrary; the better for thy friends. Clo. No, fir, the worse. Duk. How can that be?

Cl. Marry, fir, they praise me, and make an ass of me; now my foes tell me plainly, I am an ass: so that by my foes, fir, I profit in the knowledge of myself;

friends I am abused : fo that, conclusions to be as kisses, if your four negatives make your two affirmatives, why, then the worse 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 worse forme; there's #gold.

Clo. But that it would be double-dealing, sir, I would you could make it another.

Duk. O, you give me ill counsel.

Clo. Put your grace in your pocket, fir, for this once, and let

your

Aesh and blood obey it. Duk. Well, I will be so much a sinner, to be a doubledealer; there's † another.

Clo. Primo, secundo, tertio, is a good play; and the old saying is, the third pays for all the triplex, fir, is a good tripping measure; or the bells of saint 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

it anon.

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 covetousness : but, as you say, fir, let your bounty take a nap, I will awake

[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 saw it last, it was besmear'd, As black as Vulcan, in the smoke of war : A baubling 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 honour on him.-- What's the matter?

1.0. Orsino, this is that Antonio, That took the Phænix, and her fraught, from Candy i And this is he that did the Tiger board, When your young nephew Titus lost his leg: Here in the streets, desp'rate of shame, and state, In private brabble did we apprehend him.

V10. He shew'd me kindness, fir; drew on my fide;
But, in conclusion, put ftrange speech upon me,
I know not what 'twas, but distraction.

Duk. Notable pyrate, thou salt-water thief,
What foolish boldness brought thee to their mercies,
Whom thou, in terms so bloody, and so dear,
Haft made thine enemies ?

Ant. Orsino, noble fir,

Be pleas'd that I shake off these names you give me ;
Antonio never yet was thief, or pyrate,
Though, I confess, on base and ground enough,
Orsino's enemy. A witchcraft drew me hither:
That moft ingrateful boy there, by your side,
From the rule fea's enrag'd and foamy mouth
Did I redeem ; a wreck past 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 myself, pare for his love,
Into the danger of this adverse town:
Drew to defend him, when he was beset:
Where being apprehended, his 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 ; denyd me mine own purse,
Which I had recommended to his use
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. searth. Duk. Here comes the countess; 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 aside.

011. 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, -
Ol1. What do you say, Cesario? - Good my lord, -
V10. My lord would speak, my duty hushes me.

Ol1. If it be ought to the old tune, my lord,
It is as fat and fullome to mine ear,
As howling after musick.

Duk. Still, till so cruel ?
011. Still so constant, lord.

Duk. What, to perverseness ? you uncivil lady,
To whose ingrate and unauspicious altars
My soul the faithfull’ft off'rings hath breath'd out,
That e'er otion tender'd! What shall I do? [him.

Oli. Even what it please my lord, that shall become

Duk. Why should I not, had I the heart to do it,
Like to the Egyptian thief, at point of death,
Kill what I love; a favage jealousy,
That sometime favours nobly? – Bat hear me this:
Since you to non-regardance cast my fajth,
And that I partly know the instrument
That screws me from my true place in your favour,
Live you, the marble-breasted tyrant, still ;
But this your minion, whom, I know, you love,
And whom, by heaven I swear, I tender dearly,
Him will I tear out of that cruel eye,
Where he fits crowned in his master's spight.,
Come, boy, with me; my thoughts are ripe in mischief:
I'll sacrifice the lamb that I do love.
To spite a raven's heart within a dove, [going

Vio. And I, most jocund, apt, and willingly,
To do you rest, a thousand deaths would dye. ( following.

1 fat

13 have breath'd

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