Enter Duke, Viola, and Attendants.

Duke. Belong you to the lady Olivia, friends?
Clo. Ay, fir; we are fome of her trappings.

Duke. I know thee well; How doft thou, my good fellow?

for

Clo. Truly, fir, the better for my foes, and the worfe friends.

my

Duke. Juft the contrary; the better for thy friends.
Clo. No, fir, the worse.

Duke. How can that be?

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Clo. Marry, fir, they praise me, and make an ass of me; now my foes tell me plainly, I am an afs: fo that by my foes, fir, I profit in the knowledge of myself; and by my friends I am abused: so that, conclufions to be as kiffes, 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.

Clo. By my troth, fir, no; though it please you to be one of my friends.

Duke. Thou shalt not be the worfe for me; there's gold. Clo. But that it would be double-dealing, fir, I would you could make it another.

Duke. O, you give me ill counsel.

Clo. Put your grace in your pocket, fir, for this once, and let your flesh and blood obey it.

Duke. Well, I will be fo much a finner to be a double dealer; there's another.

Clo. Primo, fecundo, tertio, is a good play; and the old faying is, the third pays for all; the triplex, fir, is a good tripping measure; as the bells of St. Bennet, fir, may put you in mind, One, two, three.

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conclufions to be as kiffes,]-to make conclufions follow as thick as kiffes do often.

Duke.

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, fir, lullaby to your bounty, till I come again. I go, fir; but I would not have you to think, that my defire of having is the fin of covetousness: but, as you fay, fir, let your bounty take a nap, and I will awake [Exit Clown.

it anon.

Enter Antonio, and Officers.

Vio. Here comes the man, fir, that did rescue me.
Duke. That face of his I do remember well;

Yet, when I faw it laft, it was befmear'd

As black as Vulcan, in the smoke of war:

A bawbling veffel was he captain of,

For fhallow draught, and bulk, unprizable;
With which 'fuch fcathful grapple did he make
With the most noble bottom of our fleet,

That very envy, and the tongue of lofs,

Cry'd fame and honour on him-What's the matter? 1 Off. Orfino, this is that Antonio,

That took the Phoenix, and her fraught, from Candy;
And this is he, that did the Tyger board,

When your young nephew Titus lost his leg:
Here in the streets, defperate of shame, and state,
In private brabble did we apprehend him.

Vio. He did me kindness, fir; drew on my fide;
But, in conclufion, put ftrange fpeech upon me,
I know not what 'twas, but diftraction.

Duke. Notable pirate! thou falt-water thief!

f fuch feathful grapple did he make]-he held fuch dreadfully clofe

conflict.

& defperate of shame, and ftate,]—regardless both of character and quality.

What foolish boldness brought thee to their mercies,
Whom thou, in terms fo bloody, and fo dear,
Haft made thine enemies?

Ant. Orfino, noble fir,

Be pleas'd that I shake off these names you give me;
Antonio never yet was thief, or pirate,

Though, I confefs, on base and ground enough,
Orfino's enemy. A witchcraft drew me hither :-
That most ungrateful boy there, by your side,
From the rude fea's enrag'd and foamy mouth
Did I redeem; a wreck paft 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, pure 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; deny'd me mine own purse,
Which I had recommended to his use

Not half an hour before.

Vio. How can this be?

Duke. 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.

Duke. Here comes the countefs; now heaven walks on

earth.

hbafe]-foundation.

But

But for thee, fellow, fellow, thy words are madness :
Three months this youth hath tended upon me;
But more of that anon. -Take him afide.

Oli. What would my lord, but that he may not have, Wherein Olivia may feem ferviceable?

Cefario, you do not keep promise with me.

Vio. Madam?.

Duke. Gracious Olivia,—

Oli. What do you fay, Cefario?-Good my lord,-
Vio. My lord would fpeak, my duty hushes me.
Oli. If it be ought to the old tune, my lord,

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It is as flat and fulfome to mine ear,

As howling after mufick.

Duke. Still fo cruel?

Oli. Still fo conftant, lord.

Duke. What, to perverseness? you uncivil lady, To whose ingrate and unaufpicious altars

My foul the faithfull'ft offerings hath breath'd out,

That e'er devotion tender'd! What shall I do?

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

Duke. 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 jealoufy,

That sometimes favours nobly? But hear me this:
Since you to non-regardance caft my faith,
And that I partly know the inftrument,

That screws me from my true place in your favour,
Live you, the marbled-breasted tyrant, still;
But this your minion, whom I know, you love,
And whom, by heaven I swear, I tender dearly,

i fat. Egyptian thief,]-Thyamis-'Twas common with those Barbarians, when in defeprate circumitances, to murder their favourite mistresses.

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 mifchief:
I'll facrifice the lamb that I do love,

To fpight a raven's heart within a dove.

Vio. And I, moft jocund, apt, and willingly,

[Going.

To do you rest, a thousand deaths would die. [Following.

Oli. Where goes Cefario?

Vio. After him I love,

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 witneffes 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, stay.

Duke. Hufband?

Oli. Ay, husband; Can he that deny ?

Duke. Her husband, firrah?

Vio. No, my lord, not I.

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'st thou art, and then thou art
As great as that thou fear'ft.-O welcome, father!

Enter Prieft.

Father, I charge thee by thy reverence,
Here to unfold (though 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.

Prieft.