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Take, and give back, affairs, and their dispatch,
Enter OLIVIA, and a Priest.
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
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
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.
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.
Duk. Belong you to the lady Olivia, friends ?
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? Clo. 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; and by my
friends (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
friends. Duk. Thou shalt not be the worse forme; there's #gold.
Clo. But that it would be double-dealing, fir, 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 filesh and blood obey it.
Duk. Well, I will be so much a sinner, to be a doubledealer; there's 7 another.
Clo. Primo, fecundo, 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, fu, 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
speak with her, and bring her along with you,
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;
Duk. Notable pyrate, thou salt-water thief,
Ant. Orsino, noble fir,
Be pleas'd that I shake off these names you give me ;
V10. How can this be ?
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.
Ol1. If it be ought to the old tune, my lord,
Duk. Still, till so cruel ?
Duk. What, to perverseness ? you uncivil lady,
Oli. Even what it please my lord, that shall become
Duk. Why should I not, had I the heart to do it,
Vio. And I, most jocund, apt, and willingly,
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