ACT V. SCENE I.-The Street before OLIVIA's House. Fab. Now, as thou lov'st me, let me see his letter. Clo. Do not desire to see this letter. Fab. This is, to give a dog, and in recompense desire my dog again. Enter DUKE, VIOLA, and Attendants. Clo. Truly, sir, the better for my foes, and the worse for my friends. Duke. Just the contrary; the better for thy friends. Clo. Marry, sir, they praise me, and make an ass of me now, my foes tell me plainly I am an ass; so that by my foes, sir, I profit in the knowledge of myself, and by my friends I am abused; so 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. Duke. Why, this is excellent. Here in the streets, desperate of shame and state, Vio. He did me kindness, sir, drew on my side, Duke. Notable pirate, thou salt-water thief, Orsino, noble sir, Clo. By my troth, sir, no; though it please you to While one would wink; denied me mine own purse, be one of my friends. Duke. Thou shalt not be the worse for me: there's gold. [Giving money. Clo. But that it would be double-dealing, sir, I would you could make it another. Duke. O! you give me ill counsel. Clo. Put your grace in your pocket, sir, for this once, and let your flesh and blood obey it. Duke. Well, I will be so much a sinner to be a double dealer: there's another. Clo. Primo, secundo, tertio, is a good play; and the old saying is, the third pays for all: the triplet, sir, is a good tripping measure; or the bells of St. Bennet, sir, may put you in mind-one, two, three. Duke. 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, it may awake my bounty further. Clo. Marry, sir, lullaby to your bounty, till I come Enter ANTONIO and Officers. Yet, when I saw it last, it was besmear'd, A bawbling vessel was he captain of, For shallow draught and bulk unprizable, Cried fame and honour on him.-What's the matter? That took the Phoenix, and her fraught, from Candy; Which I had recommended to his use Vio. How can this be? But for thee, fellow; fellow, thy words are madness: Oli. What would my lord, but that he may not have, Duke. Gracious Olivia, Oli. What do you say, Cesario?-Good my lord,— Duke. Still so cruel? Duke. What, to perverseness? you uncivil lady, Oli. Even what it please my lord, that shall become Duke. Why should I not, had I the heart to do it, That screws me from my true place in your favour, Live you the marble-breasted tyrant still; [Going. Vio. And I, most jocund, apt, and willingly, More than I love these eyes, more than my life, Oli. Ah me! detested? how am I beguil'd! Ay, husband: can he that deny? Duke. Her husband, sirrah? Vio. No, my lord, not I. Be that thou know'st thou art, and then thou art Priest. A contract and eternal bond of love, Since when, my watch hath told me, toward my grave Duke. O, thou dissembling cub! what wilt thou be, When time hath sow'd a grizzle on thy case? Or will not else thy craft so quickly grow, That thine own trip shall be thine overthrow? Farewell, 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, though thou hast too much fear. Enter Sir ANDREW AGUE-CHEEK, with his head broken. Sir And. For the love of God, a surgeon! send one presently to sir Toby. Oli. What's the matter? Sir And. He has broke my head across, and has 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. Sir And. If a bloody coxcomb be a hurt, you have hurt me: I think you set nothing by a bloody coxcomb. Enter Sir TOBY BELCH, drunk, led by the Clown. Here comes sir Toby halting: you shall hear more: but if he had not been in drink, he would have tickled you othergates 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 the end on't.-Sot, did'st see Dick surgeon, sot? Clo. O he's drunk, sir Toby, an hour agone: his eyes were set at eight i' the morning. Sir To. Then he's a rogue, and a passy-measures pavin. I hate a drunken rogue. Oli. Away with him! with them? Who hath made this havoc Sir And. I'll help you, sir Toby, because we'll be dressed together. Sir To. Will you help? An ass-head, and a coxcomb, and a knave! a thin-faced knave, a gull ! Oli. Get him to bed, and let his hurt be look'd to. [Exeunt Clown, Sir Toвy, and Sir ANDREW. Enter SEBASTIAN (all start). Seb. I am sorry, madam, I have hurt your kinsman; But had it been the brother of my blood, I must have done no less with wit and safety. I do perceive it hath offended you: Pardon me, sweet one, even for the vows We made each other but so late ago. Duke. One face, one voice, one habit, and two persons; A natural perspective, that is, and is not! Ant. Sebastian are you? Seb. Do I stand there? I never had a brother; Seb. Vio. My father had a mole upon his brow. Vio. And died that day, when Viola from her birth Had number'd thirteen years. Seb. O! that record is lively in my soul. Vio. If nothing lets to make us happy both, All the occurrence of my fortune since Hath been between this lady, and this lord. Seb. So comes it, lady, [TO OLIVIA.] you have been Here is my hand; you shall from this time be mistook; But nature to her bias true in that. You would have been contracted to a maid, 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. Vio. And all those sayings will I over-swear, Duke. Vio. The captain, that did bring me first on shore, 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. A most distracting frenzy of mine own From my remembrance clearly banish'd his.— Re-enter Clown, with a letter. How does he, sirrah? Clo. Truly, madam, he holds Beelzebub at the stave's end, as well as a man in his case may do. He has here writ a letter to you: I should have given it you to-day morning; but as a madman's epistles are no gospels, so it skills not much when they are delivered. Oli. Open it, and read it. Clo. Look then to be well edified, when the fool delivers the madman:-[Reads.] "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. Öli. Pr'ythee, 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. Read it you, sirrah. [TO FABIAN. Fab. [Reads.] "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." Oli. Did he write this? Clo. Ay, madam. Duke. This savours not much of distraction. Oli. See him deliver'd, Fabian: bring him hither. [Exit FABIAN. My lord, so please you, these things further thought on, To think me as well a sister as a wife, One day shall crown the alliance, and so please you, Madam, you have done me wrong, Have I, Malvolio? no. Notorious wrong. Why you have given me such clear lights of favour, Oli. Alas! Malvolio, this is not my writing, Oli. Alas, poor soul, how have they baffled thee! Clo. Why some are born great, some achieve greatness, and some have greatness thrust 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 you. [Exit. Oli. He hath been most notoriously abus'd. Duke. Pursue him, and entreat him to a peace. He hath not told us of the captain yet; When that is known and golden time convents, Of our dear souls:-mean time, sweet sister, Clown sings, to pipe and tabor. For the rain it raineth every day. But when I came to man's estate, With hey, ho, the wind and the rain, [Exeunt. 'Gainst knaves and thieves men shut their gate, For the rain it raineth every day. But when I came, alas! to wive, With hey, ho, the wind and the rain, A great while ago the world begun, Lords, Ladies, and Attendants; Satyrs, Shepherds, Shepherdesses, Guards, &c. SCENE, sometimes in Sicilia, sometimes in Bohemia. ACT I. SCENE I.-Sicilia. An Antechamber in LEONTES' Palace. 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. 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 us, we will be justified in our loves: for, indeed,— Cam. Beseech you, Arch. Verily, I speak it in the freedom of my knowledge we cannot with such magnificence-in so rare -I know not what to say.-We will 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 dignities, and royal necessities, made separation of their society, their encounters, though not personal, have been so royally attorney'd, with interchange of gifts, letters, loving embassies, that they have seemed to be together, though absent, shook hands, as over a vast, and embraced, as it were, from the ends of opposed winds. The heavens continue their loves! 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 Palace. Enter LEONTES, POLIXENES, HERMIONE, MAMILLIUS, CAMILLO, and Attendants. Pol. Nine changes of the watery star have been Stay your thanks awhile, Sir, that's to-morrow. |