Vio. And you, fir.

Sir To. Dieu vous garde, monfieur.

Vio. Et vous auffi; votre ferviteur.

Sir To. I hope, fir, you are; and I am yours.-Will you encounter the house? my niece is defirous you should enter, if your trade be to her.

Vio. I am bound to your niece, fir: I mean, fhe is the lift of my voyage.

Sir To. Taste your legs, fir, put them to motion. Vio. My legs do better understand me, fir, than I understand what you mean by bidding me tafte my legs. Sir To. I mean, to go, fir, to enter.

Vio. I will answer you with gait and entrance: But we are prevented.

Enter Olivia and Maria.

Moft excellent accomplish'd lady, the heavens rain odours on you!

Sir And. That youth's a rare courtier! Rain odours! well.

Vio. My matter hath no voice, lady, but to your own most 'pregnant and vouchsafed ear.

Sir And. Odours, pregnant, and vouchfafed:-I'll get 'em all three ready.

Oli. Let the garden door be fhut, and leave me 'to my hearing. [Exeunt Sir Toby, Sir Andrew, and Maria. Give me your hand, fir.

Vio. My duty, madam, and most humble service.
Oli. What is your name?

lift]-ultimate end, utmoft extent.

P Tafte your legs,]-use them delicately, trip lightly along.

9 underftand me,]-ftand under. "My ftaff understands me." Two GENTLEMEN OF VERONA. A&II, Sc. :. 5. Laun, ready.]-by heart.

pregnant]-gracious.

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to my bearing.]-whilft I give this meffenger an audience.

Vio. Cefario is your fervant's name, fair princess..
Oli. My fervant, fir! 'Twas never merry world,
Since lowly feigning was call'd compliment:
You are fervant to the count Orfino, youth.

Vio. And he is yours, and his must needs be yours; Your fervant's fervant is your fervant, madam.

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Oli. For him, I think not on him for his thoughts, 'Would they were blanks, rather than fill'd with me!

Vio. Madam, I come to whet your gentle thoughts On his behalf :

Oli. O, by your leave, I pray you ;
I bade you never fpeak again of him:
But, would you undertake another fuit,
I had rather hear you to folicit that,
Than mufick from the spheres.
Vio. Dear lady,-

Oli. Give me leave, I beseech you: I did send,
After the laft" enchantment you did here,
A ring in chase of you; fo did I abuse
Myfelf, my fervant, and, I fear me, you:
Under your hard construction must I fit,

To force that on you, in a fhameful cunning,

Which knew none of yours: What might you

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Have you not fet mine honour at the stake,

And baited it with all the unmuzzled thoughts

think?

That tyrannous heart can think? To one of your " receiving

Enough is fhewn; a cyprus, not a bofom,

Hides my poor heart: So let me hear you speak.

Vio. I pity you.

" enchantment you did here,]-you wrought here, the laft enchanting vifit you made-(you did hear)

w conceiving-quick apprehenfion. x a cyprus,] -a transparent veil.

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Oli,

Oli. That's a degree to love.

Vio. No, not a grice; for 'tis a vulgar proof, That very oft we pity enemies.

[Clock Strikes.

Oli. Why then, methinks, 'tis time to smile again : O world, how apt the poor are to be proud! If one should be a prey, how much the better To fall before the lion, than the wolf? The clock upbraids me with the wafte of time.Be not afraid, good youth, I will not have you : And yet, when wit and youth is come to harvest, Your wife is like to reap a proper man: There lies your way, due weft.

Vio. Then weftward-hoe:

Grace, and good difpofition, attend your ladyship!
You'll nothing, madam, to my lord by me?

Oli. Stay :

I pr'ythee, tell me, what thou think'st of me.

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Vio. That you do think, you are not what you are.
Oli. If I think fo, I think the same of
Vio. Then think you right; I am not what I am.
Oli. I would, you were as I would have you be!
Vio. Would it be better, madam, than I am,

I wish it might; for now I am your fool.

Oli. O, what a deal of scorn looks beautiful

In the contempt and anger of his lip!

A murd'rous guilt fhews not itself more foon.
Than love that would feem hid: love's night is noon.
Cefario, by the roses of the fpring,

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By maidhood, honour, truth, and every thing,
I love thee fo, that, maugre all thy pride,
Nor wit, nor reafon, can my paffion hide.

Ya grice ;]-a step.

to fmile]-in token of contempt.

weftward-boe:]-alluding to a popular play of that title by

Decker, written in the year 1605.

maugre]-in fpite of.

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Do not extort thy reasons from this clause,

For, that I woo, thou therefore haft no cause;
But, rather, reafon thus with reafon fetter:
Love fought is good, but given unfought, is better.
Vio. By innocence I fwear, and by my youth,
I have one heart, one bofom, and one truth,
And that no woman has; nor never none
Shall mistress be of it, fave I alone.

And fo adieu, good madam; never more
Will I my master's tears to you deplore.

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Oli. Yet come again; for thou, perhaps, may'st move That heart, which now abhors, to like his love. [Exeunt.

An Apartment in Olivia's House.

Enter Sir Toby, Sir Andrew, and Fabian.

Sir And. No, faith, I'll not stay a jot longer.
Sir To. Thy reason, dear venom, give thy reason.
Fab. You must needs yield your reason, fir Andrew.

Sir And. Marry, I faw your niece do more favours to the count's ferving-man, than ever she bestowed upon me; I faw't i'the orchard.

Sir To. Did fhe fee thee the while, old boy; tell me that? Sir And. As plain as I fee you now.

Fab. This was a great argument of love in her towards you.

Sir And. 'Slight! will you make an ass o' me?

Fab. I will prove it legitimate, fir, upon the oaths of judgment and reason.

d extort thy reafons from this claufe, &c.]-from the circumftance of my wooing conclude that you need not.

my master's tears to you deplore.]-give you a plaintive relation of my master's forrows.

Sir To.

Sir To. And they have been grand jury-men, fince before Noah was a failor.

Fab. She did fhew favour to the youth in your fight, only to exasperate you, to awake your dormouse valour, to put fire in your heart, and brimstone in your liver: You fhould then have accofted her; and with fome excellent jefts, fire-new from the mint, you should have bang'd the youth into dumbness. This was look'd for at your hand, and this was baulk'd: the double gilt of this opportunity you let time wash off, and you are now fail'd into the north of my lady's opinion; where you will hang like an icicle on a Dutchman's beard, unless you do redeem it by fome laudable attempt, either of valour, or policy.

Sir And. And't be any way, it must be with valour; for policy I hate; I had as lief be a 'Brownift, as a politician.

Sir To. Why then, build me thy fortunes upon the basis of valour. Challenge me the count's youth to fight with you; hurt him in eleven places; my niece shall take note of it; and affure thyself, there is no love-broker in the world can more prevail in man's commendation with woman, than report of valour.

Fab. There is no way but this, fir Andrew.

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Sir And. Will either of you bear me a challenge to him? Sir To. Go, write it in a martial hand; be curft and brief: it is no matter how witty, fo it be eloquent, and full of invention: taunt him with the licence of ink: if thou1thout him fome thrice, it shall not be amifs; and as many lies as will lie in thy sheet of paper, although the fheet were big enough for the bed of Ware in England,

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