Vio. And I moft jocund, apt, and willingly, To do you rest, a thousand deaths would die.

Oli. Where goes Cefario?

Vio. After him I love,

[following.

More than I love these eyes, more than my life;
More, by all mores, than e'er I fhall love wife.
If I do feign, you witnesses above

Punish my life, for tainting of my love!

Oli. Ay me, detefted! how am I beguil❜d?
Vio. Who does beguile you, who does do you
wrong?

Oli. Haft thou forgot thyfelf? Is it fo long?
Call forth the holy father.

Duke. Come away.

[To Viola.

Oli. Whither, my Lord? Cefario, husband, ftay.

Duke. Hufband!

Oli. Ay, Hufband.

Can he that deny?

Oli. Alas, it is the baseness of thy fear,
That makes thee ftrangle thy propriety :
Fear not, Cefario, take thy fortunes up:

Be that, thou know'ft, thou art, and then thou art
As great as that thou fear'st.

O welcome, father.

Enter Prieft.

Father, I charge thee by thy reverence
Here to unfold (tho' lately we intended
To keep in darkness, what occafion now
Reveals before 'tis ripe) what, thou dost know,
Hath newly paft between this youth and me.

Priest. A contract of eternal bond of love,
Confirm'd by mutual joinder of your hands,
Attefted by the holy clofe of lips,
Ff4

Strength

Strengthened by enterchangement of your rings;
And all the ceremony of this compact
Seal'd in my function, by my teftimony:

Since when, my watch hath told me, tow'rd my grave
I have travell'd but two hours.

*

Duke. O thou diffembling cub! what wilt thou be, When time hath fow'd a grizzel on thy cafe? Or will not else thy craft fo quickly grow, That thine own trip fhall 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 fwear;

Hold little faith, tho' thou haft too much fear!

Enter Sir Andrew, with his head broke.

Sir And. For the love of God a furgeon, and fend one presently to Sir Toby.

Oli. What's the matter?

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Sir And. H'as broke my head a-crofs, 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 Cefario; we took him for a coward, but he's the very devil incardinate.

Duke. My gentleman, Cefario?

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

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

*Cafe is a word ufed contemptuously for skin. We yet

talk of a fox cafe, meaning the stuffed skin of a fox.

Enter

Enter Sir Toby, and Clown.

Sir And. If a bloody coxcomb be a hurt, you have hurt me: I think, you fet 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 you 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, didft fee Dick furgeon, fot?

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

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

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, and a knave, a thin fac'd knave, a gull?

[Exeunt Clo. Sir Toby, and Sir Andrew. Oli. Get him to bed, and let his hurt be look'd to.

SCENE V.

Enter Sebaftian.

Seb. I am forry, Madam, I have hurt

man:

your kinf

But had it been the brother of my blood,
I must have done no lefs with wit and fafety.
[All stand in amaze.
You throw a ftrange regard on me, by which,
I do perceive, it hath offended you;
Pardon me, fweet one, even for the vows
We made each other, but fo late ago.

Duke!

Duke. One face, one voice, one habit, and two

perfons;

* A natural perspective, that is, and is not!
Seb. Antonio, O my dear Antonio !

How have the hours rack'd and tortur'd me,
Since I have loft thee?

Ant. Sebaftian are you?

Seb. Fear'ft thou that, Antonio!

Ant. How have you made divifion of yourself? An apple, cleft in two, is not more twin Than these two creatures. Which is Sebaftian? Oli. Moft wonderful!

Seb. Do I ftand there? I never had a brother: Nor can there be that deity in my nature, Of here and every where. I had a sister, Whom the blind waves and furges have devour'd: Of charity, what kin are you to me?

[To Viola.
What countryman? what name? what parentage?
Vio. Of Meffaline; Sebaftian was my father;
Such a Sebaftian was my brother too :

So went he fuited to his watʼry tomb.
If fpirits can affume both form and fuit,
You come to fright us.

Seb. A fpirit I am, indeed;

But am in that dimenfion grofly clad,
Which from the womb I did participate.
Were you a woman, as the reft goes even,
I should my tears let fall upon your cheek,
And fay, "Thrice welcome, drown'd Viola!"
Vio. My father had a mole upon his brow.
Seb. And fo had mine.

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

A natral perspective,] A perspective feems to be taken for fhows exhibited through a glafs with fuch lights as make the pictures appear really protuberant.

The Duke therefore fays, that nature has here exhibited fuch a fhow, where fhadows feem realities; where that which is not appears like that which is.

Seb.

Seb. O, that record is lively in my foul;
He finished, indeed, his mortal act,
That day that made my fister thirteen years.
Vio. If nothing lets to make us happy both,
But this my masculine ufurp'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 lie my maid's weeds; by whofe gentle help
I was preferv'd to ferve this noble Duke.
All the occurrence of my fortune fince

Hath been between this Lady, and this Lord.
Seb. So comes it, Lady, you have been mistook;
[To Olivia.

But nature to her bias drew 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 fo, as yet the glafs feems true,

I shall have share in this moft happy wreck.
-Boy, thou haft faid to me a thousand times, [To Vio.
Thou never shouldft love woman like to me.
Vio. And all those fayings will I over-fwear,
And all those swearings keep as true in foul;
As doth that orbed continent the fire,
That fevers 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 firft on fhore,. Hath my maid's garments: he upon fome action Is now in durance, at Malvolio's fuit,

A gentleman and follower of my lady's.

Öli. He fhall enlarge him: fetch Malvolio hither. And yet, alas, now I remember me,

They fay, poor gentleman! he's much diftract.

SCENE