More than I love these eyes, more than my life,
More, by all mores, than e'er I shall love wife:
If I do feign, you witnesses above,
Punish my life, for tainting of my love!

Oli. Ah me, detested: how am I beguil'd!
Vio. Who does beguile you? who does do you wrong?
Oli. Hast thou forgot thyself? Is it so long?-
Call forth the holy father. [Exit an Attendant.
Come, away. [To Viola.
Oli. Whither, my lord? Cesario, husband, stay.
Duke. Husband?
Oli.

Duke.

Ay, husband, can he that deny?
Duke. Her husband, sirrah?
Vio.
No, my lord, not I.
Oli. Alas, it is the baseness of thy fear
That makes thee strangle thy propriety:
Fear not, Cesario, take thy fortunes up;
Be that thou know'st thou art, and then thou art
As great as that thou fear'st.-O, welcome, father!
Re-enter Attendant and Priest.

Father, I charge thee, by thy reverence,
Here to unfold (though lately we intended
To keep in darkness what occasion now
Reveals before 't is ripe) what thou dost know,
Hath newly pass'd between this youth and me.
Priest. A contract of eternal bond of love,
Confirm'd by mutual joinder of your hands,
Attested by the holy close of lips,
Strengthen'd by interchangement 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 mygrave
1 have travell'd but two hours.

Duke. O, thou dissembling cub! what wilt thou be,
When time hath sow'd a grizzle on thy case?
Or will not else thy craft so quickly grow,
That thine own trip shall be thine overthrow?
Farewell, and take her; but direct thy feet
Where thou and I henceforth may never meet.
Vio. My lord, I do protest,-

O, do not swear;

Oli. What's the matter?

Enter Sebastian.

Seb. I am sorry, madam, I have hurt your kinsman;
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 per-
A natural perspective, that is, and is not. [sons;
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 everywhere. I had a sister,
Whom the blind waves and surges have devour'd:-
Of charity, what kin are you to me? [To Viola.
What countryman? what name? what parentage?
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.

comb.

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 lets 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
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 mistook:
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,

[To Olivia.

Give me thy hand; And let me see thee in thy woman's weeds. Vio. The captain, that did bring me first on shore, Hath my maid's garments: he, upon some action, Is now in durance; at Malvolio's suit, A gentleman, and follower of iny lady's. Oli. He shall enlarge him:-Fetch Malvolio And yet, alas, now I remember me, [hither :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

Clo. No, madam, I do but read madness: an your ladyship will have it as it ought to be, you must allow vox. Oli. Prithee, 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, sirrah. [To Fab. 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.' Clo. Ay, madam.

Oli. Did he write this?

Duke. This savours not much of distraction.
Oli. See him deliver'd, Fabian; bring him hither.
[Exit Fabian.
My lord, so please you, these things further thought
To think me as well a sister as a wife,
[on,
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 be
Your master's mistress.
Oli.

A sister?-you are she.
Re-enter Fabian, with Malvolio.
Duke. Is this the madman?
Oli.

How now, Malvolio?

Mal.

Ay, my lord, this same

:

Madam, you have done me wrong,
Notorious wrong.
Oli. Have I, Malvolio? no.
Mal. Lady, you have. Pray you, peruse that letter:
You must not now deny it is your hand,
Write from it, if you can, in hand, or phrase;
Or say, 't is not your seal, not 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;
Bade me come smiling and cross-garter'd to you;
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, 't is Maria's hand.
And now I do bethink me, it was she

And in such forms which here were presuppos'd
Upon thee in the letter. Prithee, 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 pass'd.

Oli. Alas, poor fool! how have they baffled thee! Clo. Why, 'some are born great, some achieve greatness, and some have greatness thrown upon them.' I was one, sir, in this interlude; one sir I am not mad;'-But do you remember? Madam, Topas, sir; but that 's all one:- By the Lord, fool, smile not, he's gagg'd:' And thus the whirligig of why laugh you at such a barren rascal? an you time brings in his revenges.

Mal. I'll be revenged on the whole pack of you. Oli. He hath been most notoriously abus'd. [Exit. 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, A solemn combination shall be made, Of our dear souls.-Meantime, 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.

SONG.

Clo. 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 knaves and thieves 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.

[Fixit.

SCENE I.-Siçilia. An Antechamber in
Leontes' Palace.

Enter Camillo and Archidamus. Arch. If you shall chance, Camillo, to visit Bohemia, on the like occasion whereon my services are now on foot, you shall see, as I have said, great difference betwixt our Bohemia and your Sicilia. Cam. I think, this coming summer, the king of Sicilia means to pay Bohemia the visitation which he justly owes him.

Arch. Wherein our entertainment shall shame us we will be justified in our loves: for, indeed,Cam. 'Beseech you,

Arch. Verily, I speak it in the freedom of my knowledge: we cannot with such magnificence-in so rare-1 know not what to say.-We will give you sleepy drinks, that your senses, unintelligent of our insufficience, may, though they cannot praise us, as little accuse us.

Cam. You pay a great deal too dear for what 's given freely.

Arch. Believe me, I speak as my understanding instructs me, and as mine honesty puts it to utterance. Cam. Sicilia cannot show himself over-kind to Bohemia. They were trained together in their childhoods; and there rooted betwixt them then such an affection which cannot choose but branch now. Since their more mature dignities, and royal necessities, made separation of their society, their encounters, though not personal, have been royally attorneyed, with interchange of gifts, letters, loving einbassies; that they have seemed to be together, though absent; shook hands, as over a vast; and embraced, as it were, from the ends of opposed winds. The heavens continue their loves!

Arch. I think there is not in the world either malice, or matter, to alter it. You have an unspeakable comfort of your young prince Manillius; it is a gentleman of the greatest promise that ever came into my note.

Cam. I very well agree with you in the hopes of him: It is a gallant child; one that, indeed, physics the subject, makes old hearts fresh; they that went on crutches ere he was born desire yet their life, to see him a man.

Arch. Would they else be content to die? Cam. Yes; if there were no other excuse why they should desire to live.

Arch. If the king had no son they would desire to live on crutches till he had one. [Exeunt.

SCENE II.-The sume. A Room of State in
the Palace.

Enter Leontes, Polixenes, Hermione, Mamillius,
Camillo, and Attendants.

Pol. Nine changes of the wat'ry star have been
The shepherd's note, since we have left our throne
Without a burden: time as long again
Would be fill'd up, my brother, with our thanks;

And yet we should, for perpetuity,

Go hence in debt: And therefore, like a cipher
Yet standing in rich place, I multiply,
With one we-thank-you, inany thousands more
That go before it.
Stay your thanks awhile;
And pay them when you part.
Pol.

Leon.

Sir, that 's to-morrow. I ain question'd by my fears, of what may chance, Or breed upon our absence: That may blow No sneaping winds at home, to make us say, This is put forth too truly !' Besides, I have stay'd To tire your royalty.

Leon.

Pol.

We are tougher, brother, Than you can put us to 't. Pol. No longer stay, Leon. One seven-night longer. Very sooth, to-morrow. Leon. We'll part the time between 's then: and in I'll no gainsaying. [that Pol. Press me not, 'beseech you, so; There is no tongue that moves, none, none i' the world, So soon as yours, could win me: so it should now, Were there necessity in your request, although 'T were needful I denied it. My affairs Do even drag me homeward: which to hinder Were, in your love, a whip to me; my stay, To you a charge and trouble: to save both, Farewell, our brother. Leon.

until

Tongue-tied, our queen? speak you. Her. I had thought, sir, to have held my peace, You had drawn oaths from him, not to stay. You, sir, Charge him too coldly: Tell him, you are sure All in Bohemia 's well: this satisfaction The by-gone day proclaim'd; say this to him, He's beat from his best ward. Leon. Well said, Hermione. Her. To tell he longs to see his son, were strong: But let him say so then, and let him go; But let him swear so, and he shall not stay, We'll thwack him hence with distaffs.- [venture Yet of your royal presence [to Polixenes] I'll adThe borrow of a week. When at Bohemia You take my lord, I'll give him my commission, To let him there a month, behind the gest Prefix'd for 's parting: yet, good deed, Leontes, I love thee not a jar o' the clock behind What lady she her lord.-You'll stay? Pol.

No, madam.

Her. Nay, but you will? Pol. I may not, verily. Her. Verily! You put me off with limber vows: But I, Though you would seek to unsphere the stars with Should yet say, Sir, no going. Verily, [oaths, You shall not go; a lady's verily is As potent as a lord's. Will you go yet? Force me to keep you as a prisoner, Not like a guest; so you shall pay your fees, [you? When you depart, and save your thanks. How say

My prisoner? or my guest? by your dread verily,
One of them you shall be.
Pol.
Your guest then, madam:
To be your prisoner should import offending;
Which is for me less easy to commit,
Than you to punish. Her. Not your gaoler then,
But your kind hostess. Come, I 'Il question you
Of my lord's tricks, and yours, when you were
You were pretty lordings then.
[boys;
Pol.
We were, fair queen,
Two lads, that thought there was no more behind
But such a day to-morrow as to-day,
And to be boy eternal.

Her. Was not my lord the verier wag o' the two? Pol. We were as twinn'd lambs, that did frisk i the sun,

And bleat the one at the other: What we chang'd
Was innocence for innocence; we knew not
The doctrine of ill-doing, nor dream'd
That any did: Had we pursued that life,
And our weak spirits ne'er been higher rear'd
With stronger blood, we should have answer'd
heaven

Boldly, 'Not guilty;' the imposition clear'd,
Hereditary ours.

Her. By this we gather,

You have tripp'd since.
Pol.
O my most sacred lady,
Temptations have since then been born to us: for
In those unfledg'd days was my wife a girl;
Your precious self had then not cross'd the eyes
Of my young play-fellow. Her. Grace to boot!
Of this make no conclusion; lest you say
Your queen and I are devils: Yet, go on;
The offences we have made you do we 'll answer;
If you first sinn'd with us, and that with us
You did continue fault, and that you slipp'd not
With any but with us. Leon. Is he won yet?
Her. He'll stay, my lord.
Leon.
At my request, he would not.
Hermione, my dearest, thou never spok'st
To better purpose.
Her.

Never? Leon. Never, but once. Her. What? have I twice said well? when was 't before?

[us

I prithee, tell me : Cram us with praise, and make As fat as tame things: One good deed dying tongueless

Slaughters a thousand, waiting upon that.
Our praises are our wages: You may ride us,
With one soft kiss, a thousand furlongs, ere
With spur we heat an acre. But to the goal;-
My last good deed was to entreat his stay;
What was my first? it has an elder sister,

Or I mistake you: O, would her name were Grace!
But once before I spoke to the purpose: When?
Nay, let me have 't; I long.
Leon.
Why, that was when
Three crabbed months had sour'd themselves to
death,

Ere I could make thee open thy white hand,
And clap thyself my love; then didst thou utter,
'I am yours for ever." Her. It is Grace, indeed.-
Why, lo you now I have spoke to the purpose twice;
The one for ever earn'd a royal husband;
The other, for some while a friend.

Leon.

[Giving her hand to Polixenes. Too hot, too hot: [Aside. To mingle friendship far, is mingling bloods. I have tremor cordis on me :-my heart dances; But not for joy,-not joy.-This entertainment May a free face put on; derive a liberty From heartiness, from bounty's fertile bosom, And well become the agent: it may, I grant: But to be paddling palms, and pinching fingers, As now they are; and making practis'd smiles, As in a looking-glass;--and then to sigh, as 't were The mort o' the deer; O, that is entertainment My bosom likes not, nor my brows.-Mamillius, Art thou my boy?

Leon. I' fecks?

Mam. Ay, my good lord. Why, that 's my bawcock. What, hast smutch'd thy nose?

Are all call'd neat.-Still virginalling

[Observing Polixenes and Hermione. Upon his palm?-How now, you wanton calf? Art thou my calf? Mam.

Yes, if you will, my lord. Leon. Thou want'st a rough pash, and the shoots that I have, To be full like me :-yet, they say we are Almost as like as eggs; women say so, That will say anything: But were they false As o'er-dyed blacks, as wind, as waters; false As dice are to be wish'd, by one that fixes No bourn 'twixt his and mine; yet were it true To say this boy were like me.-Come, sir page, Look on me with your welkin eye: Sweet villain! Most dear'st! my collop!-Can thy dam?-may 't be? Affection! thy intention stabs the centre: Thou dost make possible things not so held, Communicat'st with dreams;-(How can this be?) With what 's unreal thou coactive art, And fellow'st nothing: Then, 't is very credent, Thou may'st co-join with something; and thou dost; (And that beyond commission; and I find it,) And that to the infection of my brains, And hardening of my brows. Pol.

What means Sicilia? Her. He something seems unsettled. Pol.

Ho! my lord!
Leon. What cheer? how is 't with you, best brother?
Her.
You look

As if you held a brow of much distraction:
Are you mov'd, my lord?
Leon.
No, in good earnest.-
How sometimes nature will betray its folly,
Its tenderness, and make itself a pastime
To harder bosoms! Looking on the lines
Of my boy's face, methoughts, I did recoil
Twenty-three years; and saw myself unbreech'd,
In my green velvet coat; my dagger muzzled,
Lest it should bite its master, and so prove,
As ornaments oft do, too dangerous.
How like, methought, I then was to this kernel,
This quash, this gentleman :-Mine honest friend
Will you take eggs for money?
Mam. No, my lord, I'll fight.
Leon. You will? why, happy man be his dole !-
My brother,

Leon.

And you so fond of your young prince, as we
Do seem to be of ours? Pol. If at home, sir,
He 's all my exercise, my mirth, my matter:
Now my sworn friend, and then mine enemy;
My parasite, my soldier, statesman, all:
He makes a July's day short as December;
And, with his varying childness, cures in me
Thoughts that would thick iny blood.
So stands this squire
Offic'd with me: We two will walk, my lord,,
And leave you to your graver steps.-Hermione,
How thou lov'st us, show in our brother's welcome;
Let what is dear in Sicily be cheap :
Next to thyself, and my young rover, he 's
Apparent to my heart.
Her.
If you would seek us,
We are yours i' the garden: Shall 's attend you
there?
[found,
Leon. To your own bents dispose you: you'll be
Be you beneath the sky:-I am angling now,
Though you perceive me not how I give line.
Go to, go to! [Aside. Observing Pol. and Her.
How she holds up the neb, the bill to him!
And arms her with the boldness of a wife
To her allowing husband! Gone already;
Inch-thick, knee-deep, o'er head and ears a fork'd

one. [Exeunt Pol., Her., and Attendants.
Go, play, boy, play;-thy mother plays, and I
Play too; but so disgraced a part, whose issue
Will hiss me to my grave; contempt and clamour
Will be my knell.-Go, play, boy, play;-There have
Leen,

We must be neat; not neat, but cleanly, captain: And yet the steer, the heifer, and the calf,

And his pond fish'd by his next neighbour, by
Sir Smile, his neighbour: nay, there 's comfort in 't