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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;
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.
Seb. Antonio, O my dear Antonio!

How have the hours rack'd and tortur'd me,
Since I have lost thee.

Ant. Sebastian are you?

Seb. Fear'st thou that, Antonio?

Ant. How have you made division of yourself?

An apple, cleft in two, is not more twin
Than these two creatures. Which is Sebastian?
Oli. Most wonderful!

Seb. Do I stand 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 surges have de-
vour'd:-

Of charity, what kin are you to me?
[To VIOLA.
What countryman? what name? what paren-
tage?

Vio. Of Messaline: Sebastian was my father; Such a Sebastian was my brother too, So went he suited to his watery tomb: If spirits can assume both form and suit You come to fright us.

Seb. A spirit I am, indeed;

But am in that dimension grossly clad.
Which from the womb I did participate,
Were you a woman, as the rest goes even,
I should my tears let fall upon your cheek,
And say-Thrice welcome, drowned Viola!
Vio. My father had a mole upon his brow.
Seb. And so had mine.

Vio. And died that day when Viola from her birth

Had number'd thirteen years.

Seb. O, that record is lively in my soul ! He finished, indeed, his mortal act, That day that made my sister thirteen years.

Vio. If nothing letst to make us happy both,
But this my masculine usurp'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 maiden weeds; by whose gentle
help

I was preserv'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 mis-
took :
[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 so, as yet the glass seems true,
I shall have share in this most happy wreck :
Boy, thou hast said to me a thousand times,
[TO VIOLA.

Thou never should'st love woman like to me.
Vio. And all those sayings will I over-

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As doth that orbed continent the fire
That severs 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 first shore,

Hath my maid's garments: he, upon soING action,

Is now in durance; at Malvolio's suit,
A gentleman, and follower of my lady's.

Öli. He shall enlarge him :-Fetch Malvolio hither:

And yet, alas, now I remember me,
They say, poor gentleman, he's much distract.
Re-enter CLOWN, with a letter.

A most extracting frenzy of mine own
From my remembrance clearly banish'd his.—
How does he, sirrah?

Clo. Truly, madam, he holds Belzebub 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 :-By the lord, mad

am,

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 cor.*

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.

[TO FABIAN.

Oli. Read it you, sirrah. 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 [Exit FABIAN.

hither.

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 on't, so please you,

Here at my house, and at my proper cost Duke. Madam, I am most apt to embrace your offer.

Your master quits you; [To VIOLA.] and, for your service done him,

So much against the mettle; of your sex,
So far beneath your soft and tender breeding
And since you call'd me master for so long,
Here is my hand; you shall from this time b
Your master's mistress.

Oli. A sister?-you are she.

Re-enter FABIAN, with MALVOLIO.
Duke. Is this the madman?
Oli. Ay, my lord, this same :
How now, Malvolio?

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Mal. Madam, you have done me wrong,

Notorious wrong.

Oli. Have I, Malvolio? no.

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Mal. Lady you have. Pray you, peruse that greatness, and some have greatness thrown upon

say,

letter:

You must not now deny it is your hand,
Write from it, if you can, in hand, or phrase;
Or 'tis not your seal, nor your invention:
You can say none of this: Well, grant it then,
And tell me, in the modesty of honour,
Why you have given me such clear lights of
favour;
[you,
Bade me come smiling, and cross-garter'd to
To put on yellow stockings, and to frown
Upon Sir Toby, and the lighter people :
And, acting this in an obedient hope,
Why have you suffer'd me to be imprison'd,
Kept in a dark house, visited by the priest,
And made the most notorious geck,+ and gull,
That e'er invention play'd on? tell me why.

Oli. Alas, Malvolio, this is not my writing,
Though, I confess, much like the character:
But, out of question, 'tis Maria's hand.
And now I do bethink me, it was she
First told me, thou wast mad; then cam❜st in

smiling,

And in such forms which here were presuppos'd Upon thee in the letter. Pr'ythee, be content: This practice hath most shrewdly pass'd upon

thee;

But, when we know the grounds and authors of it,

Thou shalt be both the plaintiff and the judge Of thine own cause.

Fab. Good madam, hear me speak; And let no quarrel, nor no brawl to come, Taint the condition of this present hour, Which I have wonder'd at. In hope it shall not, Most freely I confess, myself, and Toby, Set this device against Malvolio here, Upon some stubborn and uncourteous parts We had conceiv'd against him: Maria writ The letter, at Sir Toby's great importance; In recompense whereof, he hath married her. How with a sportful malice it was follow'd, May rather pluck on laughter than revenge; If that the injuries be justly weigh'd, That have on both sides past. + Fool.

Inferior.

Clo. Why, some are born great, some achieve 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 revenged 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,t
A solemn combination shall be made
Of our dear souls-Mean time, sweet sister,
We will not part from hence.-Cesario, come;
For so you shall be, while you are a man;
But, when in other habits you are seen,
Orsino's mistress, and his fancy's queen.
[Exeunt.

Clo.

SONG.

When that I was and a little tiny boy,
With hey, ho, the wind and the rain,
A foolish thing was but a toy,

For the rain it raineth every day.

But when I came to man's estate,

With hey, ho, the wind and the rain, 'Gainst knave and thief 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,
By swaggering could I never thrive,
For the rain it raineth every day.
But when I came unto my bed,
With hey, ho, the wind and the rain,
With toss-pots still had drunken head,'
For the rain it raineth every day.
A great while ago the world begun,
With hey, ho, the wind and the rain,
But that's all one, our play is done,
And we'll strive to please you every day.
[Exite

+ Importunacy.

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ACT 1.

SCENE I.-On a Ship at Sea.
A Storm, with Thunder and Lightning.
Enter a SHIP-MASTER and a BOATSWAIN.
Mast. Boatswain,—

Boats. Here, master: what cheer? Mast. Good: Speak to the mariners fall to't yarely,* or we run ourselves aground: bestir, bestir. [Exit.

Enter MARINERS.

Boats. Heigh, my hearts; cheerly, cheerly, my hearts; yare, yare: Take in the top-sail; Tend to the master's whistle.-Blow, till thou burst thy wind, if room enough!

Enter ALONSO, SEBASTIAN, ANTONIO, FERDINAND, GONZALO, and others.

Alon. Good boatswain, have care. Where's the master? Play the men.

Boats. I pray now, keep below.

Ant. Where is the master, boatswain? Boats. Do you not hear him? You mar our labour! keep your cabins: you do assist the

storm.

Gon. Nay, good, be patient.

Boats. When the sea is. Hence! What care these roarers for the name of king? To cabin: silence trouble us not.

Gon. Good; yet remember whom thou hast aboard.

Boats. None that I more love than myself. You are a counsellor; if you can command these elements to silence, and work the peace of the present, we will not hand a rope more ; use your authority. If you cannot, give thanks you have lived so long, and make yourself ready in your cabin for the mischance of the hour, if it so hap.-Cheerly, good hearts.-Out of our way, I say. [Exit. Gon. I have great comfort from this fellow: methinks, he hath no drowning mark upon + Present instant.

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him; his complexion is perfect gallows. Stand fast, good fate, to his hanging! make the rope of his destiny our cable, for our own doth little advantage! If he be not born to be hanged, our case is miserable. [Exeunt.

Re-enter BOATSWAIN. Boats. Down with the top-mast; yare; lower, lower; bring her to try with main course. [A cry within.] A plague upon this howling! they are louder than the weather, or our office. Re-enter SEBASTIAN, ANTONIO, and GONZALO. Yet again? what do you here? Shall we give o'er, and drown? Have you a mind to sink?

Seb. A pox o' your throat? you bawling, blasphemous, uncharitable dog!"

Boats. Work you, then.

Ant. Hang, cur, hang! you whoreson, insolent noise-maker, we are less afraid to be drowned than thou art.

Gon. I'll warrant him from drowning; though the ship were no stronger than a nut-shell, and as leaky as an unstanched wench.

Boats. Lay her a-hold, a-hold; set her two courses; off to sea again, lay her off. Enter MARINERS wet. Mar. All lost! to prayers, to prayers! all [Exeunt. Boats. What, must our mouths be cold? Gon. The king and prince at prayers! let us assist them,

lost!

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Mercy on us. We split, we split! Farewell, my wife and children!-Farewell, brother!— We split, we split, we split.

Ant. Let's all sink with the king. [Exit. Seb. Let's take leave of him. [Exit. Gon. Now would I give a thousand furlongs of sea for an acre of barren ground; long heath, brown furze, any thing: The wills above be done! but I would fain die a dry death.

[Exit. SCENE II.-The Island: before the Cell of PROSPERO.

Enter PROSPERO and MIRANDA. Mira. If by your art, my dearest father, you have

Put the wild waters in this roar, allay them:
The sky, it seems, would pour down stinking
pitch,
[cheek,
But that the sea, mounting to the welkin's
Dashes the fire out. O, I have suffer'd
With those that I saw suffer! a brave vessel,
Who had no doubt some noble creatures in her,
Dash'd all to pieces. O, the cry did knock
Against my very heart! Poor souls! they
perish'd.

Had I been any god of power, I would
Have sunk the sea within the earth, or e'er*
It should the good ship so have swallowed, and
The freighting souls within her.

Pro. Be collected;

Pro. Thou had'st, and more, Miranda: But how is it, [else That this lives in thy mind? What seest thou In the dark backward and abysm of time? If thou remember'st aught,ere thou cam'st here How thou cam'at here thou may'st. Mira. But that I do not.

Pro. Twelve years since, Miranda, twelve years since,

Thy father was the duke of Milan, and
A prince of power.

Mira. Sir, are not you my father?

Pro. Thy mother was a piece of virtue, and She said-thou wast my daughter; and thy father

Was duke of Milan; and his only heir
A princess; no worse issued.
Mira. O, the heavens!

What foul play had we, that we came from
Or blessed was't we did?
[thence?

Pro. Both, both, my girl: By foul play, as thou say'st, were we heav'd But blessedly holp hither. [thence;

Mira. O, my heart bleeds

To think o' the teent that I have turn'd you to, Which is from my remembrance! Please you, [nio,

further.

Pro. My brother, and thy uncle, call'd AntoI pray thee, mark me,-that a brother should Be so perfidious!-he whom, next thyself,

No more amazement: tell your piteous beart, Of all the world I lov'd, and to him put

There's no harm done.

Mira. O, woe the day!
Pro. No harm.

I have done nothing but in care of thee, [who (Of thee, my dear one! thee, my daughter!) Art ignorant of what thou art, nought knowing Of whence I am; nor that I am more better Than Prospero, master of a full poor cell, And the no greater father.

Mira. More to know

Did never meddle with my thoughts.
Pro. "Tis time

I should inform thee further. Lend thy hand,
And pluck my magic garment from me.-So;
[Lays down his mantle.
Lie there my art.-Wipe thou thine eyes; have
comfort.
[touch'd
The direful spectacle of the wreck, which
The very virtue of compassion in thee
I have with such provision in mine art
So safely order'd, that there is no soul-
No, not so much perdition as an hair,
Betid to any creature in the vessel,
Which thou heard'st cry, which thou saw'st
sink. Sit down;

For thou must now know further.

Mira. You have often

Begun to tell me what I am; but stopp'd
And left me to a bootless inquisition;
Concluding, Stay, not yet.—

Pro. The hour's now come;

The very minute bids thee ope thine ear; Obey, and be attentive. Can'st thou remember A time before we came unto this cell?

I do not think thou can'st; for then thou wast Outt three years old.

Mira. Certainly, Sir, I can.

[not

Pro. By what? by any other house, or person? Of any thing the image tell me, that Hath kept with thy remembrance.

Mira. Tis far off;

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The manage of my state; as, at that time,
Through all the signiories it was the first,
And Prospero the prime duke; being so reputed
In dignity, and, for the liberal arts,
Without a parallel; those being all my study,
The government I cast upon my brother, [ed,
And to my state grew stranger, being transport.
And wrapt in secret studies. Thy false uncle-
Dost thou attend me?

Mira. Sir, most heedfully.

Pro. Being once perfected how to grant suits, How to deny them; whom to advance, and whom

To trash; for over-topping; new created The creatures that were mine; I say, or chang'd them,

Or else new-form'd them: having both the key Of officer and office, set all hearts

To what tune pleased his ear; that now he was The ivy, which had hid my princely trunk, And suck'd my verdure out on't.-Thou attend'st not:

I pray thee, mark me.

Mira. O good Sir, I do.

[dicate

Pro. I thus neglecting worldly ends, all de-
To closeness, and the bettering of my mind
With that, which, but by being so retir'd, [ther
O'er-priz'd all popular rate, in my false bro.
Awak'd an evil nature and my trust,
Like a good parent, did beget of him
A falsehood, in its contrary as great
As my trust was; which had, indeed, no limit,
A confidence sans§ bound. He being thus
lorded,

Not only with what my revenue yielded,
But what my power might else exact,-like one,
Who having, unto truth, by telling of it,
Made such a sinner of his memory,
To credit his own lie,-he did believe
He was the duke; out of the substitution,
And executing the outward face of royalty,
With all prerogative;-Hence his ambition
Growing, Dost hear?

Mira. Your tale, Sir, would cure deafness. * Abyss. + Sorrow. + Cut away. A Without

Pro. To have no screen between this part he] From my own library, with volumes that

play'd

And him he play'd it for, he needs will be
Absolute Milan: Me, poor man!-my library
Was dukedom large enough; of temporal
royalties

He thinks me now incapable: confederates
So dry he was for sway) with the king of
Naples,

To give him annual tribute, do him homage;
Subject his coronet to his crown, and bend
The dukedom, yet unbow'd, (alas, poor Milan!)
To most ignoble stooping.

Mira. O, the heavens!

Pro. Mark his condition, and the event; then If this might be a brother."

Mira. I should sin

[tell me,

To think but nobly of my grandmother :
Good wombs have borne bad sons.

Pro. Now the condition.

This king of Naples, being an enemy

To me inveterate, hearkens my brother's suit;
Which was, that he in lieut o' the premises,-
Of homage, and I know not how much tribute,-
Should presently extirpate me and mine
Out of the dukedom; and confer fair Milan,
With all the honours, on my brother: Whereon,
A treacherous army levied, one midnight
Fated to the purpose, did Antonio open [ness,
The gates of Milan; and, i' the dead of dark-
The ministers for the purpose hurried thence
Me, and thy crying self.

Mira. Alack, for pity!

1, not rememb'ring how I cried out then,
Will cry it o'er again; it is a hint,t
That wrings mine eyes.

Pro. Hear a little further.

And then I'll bring thee to the present business Which now's upon us; without the which, this Were most impertinent.

Mira. Wherefore did they not That hour destroy us?

Pro. Well demanded, wench;

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My tale provokes that question. Dear, they

durst not;

(So dear the love my people bore me) nor set
A mark so bloody on the business; but
With colours fairer painted their foul ends.
In few, they hurried us aboard a bark;
Bore us some leagues to sea; where they pre-
A rotten carcass of a boat, not rigg'd, [pared
Nor tackle, sail, nor mast; the very rats
Instinctively had quit it: there they hoist us,
To cry to the sea that roar'd to us; to sigh
To the winds, whose pity, sighing back again,
Did us but loving wrong.

Mira. Alack! what trouble
Was I then to you!

Pro. O a cherubim
[smile,
Thou wast, that did preserve me! Thou didst
Infused with a fortitude from heaven, [salt;
When I have deck'd the sea with drops full
Under my burden groan'd; which raised in me
An undergoing stomach, to bear up
Against what should ensue.

Mira. How came we ashore?
Pro. By Providence divine.

Some food we had, and some fresh water, that
A noble Neapolitan, Gonzalo,

Out of his charity, (who being then appointed Master of this design,) did give us; with

Rich

garments, linens, stuffs, and necessaries, Which since have steaded much; so, of his gentleness,

Knowing I lov'd my books, he furnish'd me,

Thirsty. {Sprinkled.

Consideration. + Suggestion. Il Stubborn resolution.

I prize above my dukedom.
Mira. 'Would I might
But ever see that man!
Pro. Now I arise :-

Sit still, and hear the last of our sea-sorrow. Here in this island we arriv'd; and here [fit Have I, thy schoolmaster, made thee more proThan other princes can, that have more time For vainer hours, and tutors not so careful. Mira. Heavens thank you for't! And now, I pray you, Sir,

(For still 'tis beating in my mind,) your reason For raising this sea-storm?

Pro. Know thus far forth.

By accident most strange, bountiful fortune,
Now, my dear lady, hath mine enemies
Brought to this shore: and by my prescience
I find my zenith doth depend upon

A most auspicious star; whose influence
If now I court not, but omit, my fortunes
Will ever after droop.-Here cease more ques-
tions;

Thou art inclin'd to sleep; 'tis a good dulness,
And give it way;-I know thou canst not
choose.-
[Miranda sleeps.

Come away, servant, come: I am ready now; Approach, my Ariel; come

Enter ARIEL.

Ari. All hail, great master! grave sir, hail!
I come

To answer thy best pleasure; be't to fly,
To swim, to dive into the fire, to ride
On the curl'd clouds; to thy strong bidding
Ariel, and all his quality.

[task

Pro. Hast thou, spirit, Perform'd to point the tempest that I bade Ari. To every article. [thee? I boarded the king's ship; now on the beak, Now in the waist, the deck, in every cabin, I flam'd amazement: Sometimes, I'd divide, And burn in many places; on the top-mast, The yards, and bowsprit, would I flame distinctly, [precursors

Then meet, and join: Jove's lightnings, the O' the dreadful thunder-claps, more momentary [cracks And sight-out-running were not: The fire, and Of sulphurous roaring, the most mighty Nep. [tremble Seem'd to besiege, and make his bold waves Yea, his dread trident shake.

tune

Pro. My brave spirit!

Who was so firm, so constant, that this coilt

Would not infect his reason?

Ari. Not a soul

But felt a fever of the mad, and play'd
Some tricks of desperation: All, but mariners,
Plung'd in the foaming brine, and quit the
[dinand,

vessel.

Then all a fire with me: the king's son, Fer-
With hair up-staring (then like reeds,not hair,)
Was the first man that leap'd; cried, Hell is
And all the devils are here.
[empty,

Pro. Why, that's my spirit!
But was not this nigh shore?
Ari. Close by, my master.
Pro. But are they, Ariel, safe?
Ari. Not a hair perish'd;

On their sustaining garments not a blemish,
But fresher than before; and, as thou bad'st

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