Prieft. A contract and eternal bond of love,
Confirm'd by mutual joindure of your hands,
Attefted by the holy clofe of lips,

Strengthen'd by enterchangement of your rings;
And all the ceremony of this compact

Seal'd in my function, by my testimony:

Since when, my watch hath told me, toward my grave
I have travelled but two hours.

Duke. O thou diffembling cub! what wilt thou be,
When time hath sow'd a grizzle 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 swear;

Hold little faith, though thou haft too much fear.

Enter Sir Andrew, with his head broke.

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

Oli. What's the matter?

Sir And. H'as broke my head across, and given fir 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, fir 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 fir Toby.

Vio. Why do you speak to me? I never hurt you:

You drew your fword upon me, without cause ;
But I befpake you fair, and hurt you not.

Sir And. If a bloody coxcomb be a hurt, you have hurt me; I think, you fet nothing by a bloody coxcomb.

Enter Sir Toby, drunk, led by the Clown.

Here comes fir 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 an end on't.-Sot, didft fee Dick furgeon, fot?

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

Sir To. Then he's a rogue:-" and after a paffy-measure or a pavin,

I hate a drunken rogue.

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

Sir And. I'll help you; fir 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 Clown, Sir Toby, and Sir Andrew, Oli. Get him to bed, and let his hurt be look'd to.

Enter Sebaftian.

Seb. I am forry, madam, I have hurt your kinfman;

But, had it been the brother of my blood,

I must have done no less, with wit, and safety.
You throw a strange regard upon me, and
By that I do perceive it hath offended you;

m and after a passy-measure or a pavin,]—and next to such serious dances, as a passa-mezzo, and a pavan, I hate, &c.

Pardon

Pardon me, fweet one, even for the vows

We made each other but fo late ago.

Duke One face, one voice, one habit, and two persons: 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 Sebastian?
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 Sebastian was my brother too,

So went he suited to his wat'ry 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, drowned Viola!

Vio. My father had a mole upon his brow.

A natural perspective, that is, and is not!]-a reflection, an appearance reflected from Viola's perfon, which feems, and yet is not a fubftance.

• in that dimenfion grofly clad,]-invefted with thofe grofs materials.

Seb.

Seb. And fo had mine.

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

Seb. O, that record is lively in my foul!
He finished indeed his mortal act,

That day that made my fifter thirteen years.
Vio. If nothing lets to make us happy both,
But this my masculine ufurp'd attire,

Do not embrace me, till each circumftance,
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 maiden weeds; by whose gentle help
I was preferr'd, to serve this noble count:

All the occurrence of my fortune since

Hath been between this lady, and this lord.
Seb. So comes it, lady, you have been mistook :

[To Olivia.

But nature to her biafs 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 most happy wreck :
Boy, thou haft faid to me a thousand times,
Thou never should't love woman like to me.
Vio. And all thofe fayings, will I over-swear;
And all thofe fwearings 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 fee thee in thy woman's weeds.

[To Viola.

Vio. The captain, that did bring me first on shore,

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.

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

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

Re-enter Clown, with a Letter.

A most extracting frenzy of mine own
From 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 cafe may do: h'as here writ a letter to you, I should have given't you to day morning; but as a madman's epiftles are no gofpels, fo' it fkills not much, when they are deliver❜d.

Oli. Open't, and read it.

Clo. Look then to be well edify'd, when the fool delivers the madman.-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. Oli. 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, firrah. [To Fabian. Fab. [Reads.] By the Lord, madam, you wrong me, and the world fhall know it: though you have put me into darknefs, and given your drunken cousin rule over me, yet have I the benefit of my fenfes, as well as your ladyship. I have your

A most extracting frenzy]—which drew every object, but one, out of my memory.

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it fkills not much,]-is of no great confequence.

you must allow vox.]-me to exert the whole compass of my voice; to affume a frantick tone. allow oaths.

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