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Or will not else thy craft so quickly grow,
That thine own trip shall be thine overthrow ?
Farewel, and take her; but direct thy feet,
Where thou and I henceforth may never meet.

Vio. My lord, I do protest

Oli. O, do not swear ;
Hold little faith, tho' thou hast too much fear!

Enter Sir Andrew, with his head broke. Sir And. For the love of God a surgeon, and send one presently to Sir Toby.

Oli. What's the matter?

Sir And. H'as broke my head a-cross, and given Sir Toby a bloody coxcomb too: for the love of God, your help. I had rather than forty pound, I were at home.

Oli. Who has done this, Sir Andrew ?

Sir And. The count's gentleman, one Cesario; we took him for a coward, but he's the very devil incardinate.

Duke. My gentleman, Cesario ?

Sir And. Od's lifelings, here he is: you broke my head for nothing ; and that that I did, I was set on to do't by Sir Toby.

Vio. Why do you speak to me? I never hurt you:
You drew your sword upon me, without cause ;
But I bespake you fair, and hurt you not.

Enter Sir Toby, and Clown. Sir And. If a bloody coxcomb be a hurt, you have hurt me: I think, you set nothing by a bloody coxcomb. Here comes Sir Toby halting, you shall hear more; but if he had not been in drink, he would have tickled

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other-gates-than he did. Duke. How now, gentleman? how is’t with you?

Sir To. That's all one, he has hurt me, and there's an end on't; fot, didst see Dick Surgeon, sot ?

Clo. O he's drunk, Sir Toby, above an hour agone; his eyes were set at eight i'th' morning.

Sir To. Then he's a rogue, and a patt-measure Painim. hate a drunken rogue.

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Oli. Away with him: who hath made this havock with them?

Sir And. I'll help you, Sir Toby, because we'll be dreft together.

Sir To. Will you help an ass-head, and a coxcomb, ad a knave, a thin-fac'd knave, a gull ?

[Exeunt Clo. To, and And. Oli. Get him to bed, and let his hurt be look'd to.

Enter Sebastian. Seb. I am sorry, Madam, I have hurt your kinsman : ut had it been the brother of my blood, maft have done no less with wit and safety.

['All fand in amare. ou throw a strange regard on me, by which, do perceive, it hath offended

you; ardon, me, sweet one, even for the vows Ve made each other, but so late ago. Duke. One face, one voice, one habit, and two pernat'ral perspective, that is, and is not ! Sib. Antonio, O my dear Antonio! ow have the hours rack'd and tortur'd me, nce I have lost thee ? Ant. Sebastian are you? Seb. Fear'ft thou that, Antonio ! Ant. How have you made division of your self?

apple, cleft in two, is not more twin han these two creatures. Which is Sebaftian? Oli. Most wonderful ! Seb. Do I stand there? I never had a brother : or can there be that deity in my nature, 'bere and every where. I had a fifter, hom the blind waves and surges have devour'd: charity, what kin are you to me?

[To Viola, aat countryman? what name? what parentage ? Vio. Of Mefaline ; Sebastian was my father ; sh a Sebastian was my brother too : went he suited to his wat'ry tomb. fpirits can assume both form and fuit, H 2

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fons ;

You come to fright us.

Seb. A fpirit I am, indeed ;
But am in that dimension grossly clad,
Which from the womb I did participate.
Were you a woman, as the rest goes even,
I should my tears let fall upon your cheek,
And say, Thrice welcome, drowned Viola!

Vio. My father had a mole upon his brow.
Seb. And so had mine.

Vio. And dy'd that day, when Viola from her birth Had numbred thirteen years.

Seb. O, that record is lively in my soul ;
He finished, indeed, his mortal act,
That day that made my sister thirteen years.

Vio. If nothing lets to make us happy both,
But this my masculine usurp'd attire ;
Do not embrace me, 'till each circumstance
Of place, time, fortune, do cohere and jump,
That I am Viola; which to confirm,
I'll bring you to a captain in this town
Where lye my maids weeds ; (14) by whose gentle help
I was preferr'd to serve this noble Duke.
All the occurrence of my fortune since
Hath been between this Lady, and this Lord.

Seb. So comes it, Lady, you have been miftook :

[To Olivia

But nature to her bias drew in that.
You would have been contracted to a maid,

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by whose gentle Help I was preserv'd to serve this noble Duke.) Tho' this 6 Sense, and possesses all the printed Copies, yet I suspect, fror the Similitude in the two Words preferu'd and serve (a Sani ness of Sound, which Shakespeare would, probably, have avoid ed ;) the Copyists, or Men at Press, committed a night Mifak! When the captain and Viola firft appear upon the Stage, she says to him;

I'll serve this Duke ; Thou shalt present me &c. I therefore believe, the Author wrote, as I have reform'de! Text,

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Nor are you therein, by my life, deceiv'd;
You are betroth'd both to a maid, and man.

Duke. Be not amaz'd: right-noble is his blood :
If this be so, as yet the glass seems true;
I shall have share in this most happy wreck.
Boy, thou haft said to me a thousand times,
Thou never fñould'ft love woman like to me.

Vio. And all those sayings will I over-swear,
And all those swearings keep as true in soul ;
As doth that orbed continent the fire,
That severs day from night.

Duke. Give me thy hand,
And let me see thee in thy woman's weeds.

Vio. The captain, that did bring me first on fhore,
Hath my maids garments: he upon some action
Is now in durance, at Malvolio's suit,
A gentleman and follower of my lady's.

Oli. He shall enlarge him: fetch Malvolio hither.
And yet, alas, now I remember me,
They say, poor gentleman ! he's much distract.

Enter the Clown with a Letter, and Fabian,
A most extracting frenzy of mine own
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my remembrance clearly banish'd his. How does he, firrah ?

Clo. Truly, Madam, he holds Belzebub at the stave's end, as well as a man in his case may do: h'as here writ a letter to you, I should have given't you to day morning. But as a mad-man's epistles are no gospels, so it skills not much, when they are deliver’d.

Oli. Open't, and read it.

Cl. Look then to be well edify'd, when the fool delivers the mad-man-By the Lord, Madam, [Reads.

Oli. How now, art 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. Pr'ythee, read it, i'thy right wits.

Clo. So I da, Madona ; but to read his right wits, is to read thus: therefore perpend, my princess, and give ear.

Oli.

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Oli. Read it

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Sirrah.

[To Fabiar Fab. (Reads.] By the Lord, Madam, you zurong mi and the world shall know it: though you have put me in, darkness, and given your drunken Uncle rule over me, y have I the benefit of my senses as well as your Ladyship. have your own Letter, that induced me to the semblance put on ; with the which I doubt not, but to do myself mu right, or you much shame: think of me, as you please: leave my duty a little unthought of, and speak out of injury,

The madly used Malvoli Oli. Did he write this? Clo. Ay, Madam. Duke. This favours not much of distraction,

Oli. See him deliver'd, Fabian; bring him hither. My Lord, so please you, these things further thought of To think me as well a sister, as a wife; One day shall crown th' alliance on't, so please you, Here at my house, and at my proper coft.

Duke. Madam, I am most apt t'embrace your offer. Your master quits you; and for your service done him, So much against the metal of your sex, So far beneath your soft and tender breeding : (And since you call me master for so long.) Here is my hand, you shall from this time be Your master's mistress. Oli. A fifter,

Enter Malvolio Duke. Is this the mad-man? Oli. Ay, my Lord, this fame: how now, Malvoliot Mal. Madam, you have done me wrong, notoriou

wrong. Oli. Have I, Malvolia? no.

Mal. Lady, you have; pray you, peruse that Letter, You must not now deny it is your

hand.
Write from it if you can, in hand or phrase;
Or say, 'tis not your seal, nor your invention ;
You can say none of this. Well, grant it then ;
And tell me in the modesty of honour,
Why you have given me such clear lights of favour,

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