Since therein she doth evitate and shun Ford. Stand not amaz'd: here is no remedy :In love, the heavens themselves do guide the state; Money buys lands, and wives are sold by fate. Fal. I am glad, though you have ta'en a special stand to strike at me, that your arrow hath glanced. Page. Well, what remedy? Fenton, heaven give thee joy! What cannot be eschew'd must be embrac'd. Fal. When night-dogs run, all sorts of deer are chas'd. Eva. I will dance and eat plums at your wedding. Mrs. Page. Well, I will muse no further:- Heaven give you many, many merry days! [Exeunt. TWELFTH NIGHT: OR, WHAT YOU WILL. ORSINO, Duke of Illyria. PERSONS REPRESENTED. SEBASTIAN, a young Gentleman, Brother to Viola. CURIO, OLIVIA, a rich Countess. Gentlemen attending on the Duke. VIOLA, in love with the Duke. SIR TOBY BELCH, Uncle of Olivia. MARIA, Olivia's woman. Lords, Priests, Sailors, Officers, Musicians, ma other Attendants. SCENE, a city in Illyria; and the Sea-Coast near it ACT I. SCENE I-An Apartment in the Dukes palace. Cur. Will you go hunt, my lord? What, Curio? The hart. Cur. Duke. Why, so I do, the noblest that I have: O, when mine eyes did see Olivia first, Methought, she purg'd the air of pestilence; That instant was I turned into a hart; And my desires, like fell and cruel bounds, E'er since pursue me.-How now? what news from her? Enter VALENTINE. Val. So please my lord, I might not be admitted But from her handmaid do return this answer: The element itself, till seven years' heat, Shall not behold her face at ample view; But, like a cloistress, she will veile-l walk, And water once a day her chamber round With eye offending brine: all this, to season A brother's dead love, which she would keep fresh, And lasting, in her sad remembrance. Duke. O, she, that hath a heart of that fine fiame SCENE II.-The Sea Coist. Illyria, lady ACT I. SCENE II. TWELFTH NIGHT: OR, WHAT YOU WILL. Cap. True, madam: and to comfort you with chance, Assure y urself, after our ship did split, When you, and that poor number saved with you, Hung on our driving boat, I saw your brother, Most provident in peril, bind himself SCENE III-A Room in Olivia's House. 67 Mar. By troth, Sir Toby, you must come in earlier o nights; your cousin, my lady, takes grea exceptions to your ill hours. Sir To. Why, let her except before excepted. Mar. Ay, but you must confine yourself within the modest limits of order. Sir To. Confine! Ill confine myself no finc (Courage and hope both teaching him the practice) than I am: these clothes are good enough to drink To a strong mast that lived upon the sea; I saw him hold acquaintance with the waves, Vio. As in his name. Vio. Cap. A noble duke, in nature, What is his name? Orsino. Vio. Orsino! I have heard my father name him! He was a bachelor then. Cap. And so is now, Or was so very late: for but a month Ago I went from hence; and then 'twas fresh In murmur, (as, you know, what great ones do, The less will prattle of,) that he did seek The love of fair Olivia. Vio. What's she? Cap. A virtuous maid, the daughter of a count Vio. Cap. That were hard to compass; Because she will admit no kind of suit, No, not the duke's. Vio. There is a fair behavior in thee, captain; And though that nature with a beauteous wall Doth oft close in pollution, yet of thee I will believe, thou hast a mind that suits With this thy fair and outward character. I pray thee, and I'll pay thee bounteously, Conceal me what I am; and be my aid For such disguise as, haply, shall become The form of my intent. I'll serve this duke; Thou shalt present me as a page to him: It may be worth thy pains; for I can sing, And speak to him in many sorts of music, That will allow me very worth his service. What else may hap, to time I will commit; Only shape thou thy silence to my wit. Cap. Be you his eunuch, and I your mute will be: When my tongue blabs, let mine eyes not see! Vio I thank thec, lead me on. Exeunt. in, and so be these boots too; an they be not, let them hang themselves in their own straps. Mar. That quaffing and drinking will undo you: I heard my lady talk of it yesterday; and of a foolish knight, that you brought in one night here, to be her wooer. Sir To. Who? Sir Andrew Ague-cheek? Sir To. He's as tall a man as any's in Illyria Sir To. Why, he has three thousand ducats a year. Mar. Ay, but he'll have but a year in all these ducats; he's a very fool, and a prodigal. Sir To. Fye, that you'll say so! he plays o' the viol-de-gambo, and speaks three or four languages word for word without book, and bath all the good gifts of nature. Mar. He hath, indeed, - almost natural: for, besides that he's a fool, he's a great quarreller, and but that he hath the gift of a coward to aliay the gust he hath in quarrelling, 'tis thought among the prudent, he would quickly have the gift of a grave. Sir To. By this hand, they are scoundrels, and substractors, that say so of him. Who are they! Mar. They that add moreover, he's drunk nightly in your company. Sir To. With drinking healths to my niece; I'll drink to her, as long as there's a passage in my throat, and drink in Illyria: He's a coward, and a coystril,' that will not drink to my niece, till his brains turn o' the toe like a parish-top. What, wench? Castiliano vulgo; for here comes sir Andrew Ague-face. Enter Sir ANDREW AGUE-CHEEK. Sir And. Sir Toby Belch! how now, Belch? Sir To. Sweet sir Andrew! Sir And. Bless you, fair shrew. Mar. And you too, sir. Sir To. Accost, sir Andrew, accost. Sir And. What's that? Sir To. My niece's chamber-maid. sir Tobe Sir And. Good mistress Accost, I desire better acquaintance. Mar. My name is Mary, sir. Sir And. Good mistress Mary Accost,Sir To. You mistake, knight: accost is. front her, board her, woo her, assail her. Sir And. By my troth, I would not undertake her in this company. Is that the meaning of accost? Mar. Fare you well, gentlemen. Sir To. An thou let part so, sir Andrew, 'would thou mightst never draw sword again. Sir And. And you part so, mistress, I would l 1 Keystril, a bastard bawk. Sir To. No question. Vio. You either fear his humor, or my negligence, Enter Duke, CURIO, and Attendants. Vio. On your attendance, my lord; here. Sir And. An I thought that, I'd forswear it. I'll And tell them, there thy fixed foot shall grow, ride home to-morrow, sir Toby. Sir To. Pourquoy, my dear knight? Sir And. What is pourquoy do or not do? I would I had bestowed that time in the tongues, that I have in fencing, dancing, and bear-baiting: 0, had I but followed the arts! Sir To. Then hadst thou had an excellent head of hair. Sir And. Why, would that have mended my hair? Sir To. Past question; for thou seest, it will not curl by nature. Sir And. But it becomes me well enough, does't not? Sir To. Excellent; it hangs like flax on a distaff; and I hope to see a housewife take thee between her legs, and spin it off. Sir And. 'Faith, I'll home to-morrow, sir Toby: your niece will not be seen; or, if she be, it's four to one she'll none of me: the count, himself, here hard by, woos her. Sir To. She'll none of the count; she'll not match above her degree, neither in estate, years, nor wit; I have heard her swear it. Tut, there's life in't, man. Sir And. I'll stay a month longer. I am a fellow o' the strangest mind in the world; I delight in masques and revels sometimes altogether. Sir To. Art thou good at these kick-shaws, knight? Sir And. As any man in Illyria, whatsoever he be, under the degree of my betters; and yet I will not compare with an old man. Sir To. What is thy excellence in a galliard, knight? Sir And. 'Faith, I can cut a caper. Sir And. And, I think, I have the back-trick, imply as strong as any man in Illyria. Sir To. Wherefore are these things hid? wherefore have these gifts a curtain before them? are they like to take dust, like mistress Mall's picture? Why dost thou not go to church in a galliard, and come home in a coranto? My very walk should be a jig: I would not so much as make water, but in a sink-a-pace.2 What dost thou mean? is it a world to hide virtues in? I did think, by the excellent constitution of thy leg, it was formed under the star of a galliard. Sir And. Ay, 'tis strong, and it does indifferent well in a flame-colored stock. Shall we set about Some revels? • Cinque pace, the name of a dance. Stocking. Till thou have audience. Sure, my noble lord, [then? Vio. I'll do my best SCENE V.-A Room in Olivia's House. Enter MARIA and Clown. Mar. Nay, either tell me where thou hast bon or I will not open my lips so wide as a bristle may enter, in way of thy excuse: my lady will hang thes for thy absence. Clo. Let her hang me; he, that is well-hanged in Clo. He shall see none to fear. Mar. In the wars; and that may you be bold to say in your foolery. Clo. Well, God give them wisdom, that have it; and those that are fools, let them use their talents. Mar. Yet you will be hanged, for being so long absent: or, to be turned away; is not that as good as a hanging to you? •Full of impediments. short and spare. |