Enter Duke, Viola, and Attendants. Duke. Belong you to the lady Olivia, friends? Duke. I know thee well; How doft thou, my good fellow? for Clo. Truly, fir, the better for my foes, and the worfe friends. my Duke. Juft the contrary; the better for thy friends. Duke. How can that be? e Clo. Marry, fir, they praise me, and make an ass of me; now my foes tell me plainly, I am an afs: fo that by my foes, fir, I profit in the knowledge of myself; and by my friends I am abused: so that, conclufions to be as kiffes, if your four negatives make your two affirmatives, why, then the worse for my friends, and the better for my foes. Duke. Why, this is excellent. Clo. By my troth, fir, no; though it please you to be one of my friends. Duke. Thou shalt not be the worfe for me; there's gold. Clo. But that it would be double-dealing, fir, I would you could make it another. Duke. O, you give me ill counsel. Clo. Put your grace in your pocket, fir, for this once, and let your flesh and blood obey it. Duke. Well, I will be fo much a finner to be a double dealer; there's another. Clo. Primo, fecundo, tertio, is a good play; and the old faying is, the third pays for all; the triplex, fir, is a good tripping measure; as the bells of St. Bennet, fir, may put you in mind, One, two, three. e conclufions to be as kiffes,]-to make conclufions follow as thick as kiffes do often. Duke. Duke. You can fool no more money out of me at this throw: if you will let your lady know, I am here to speak with her, and bring her along with you, it may awake my bounty further. Clo. Marry, fir, lullaby to your bounty, till I come again. I go, fir; but I would not have you to think, that my defire of having is the fin of covetousness: but, as you fay, fir, let your bounty take a nap, and I will awake [Exit Clown. it anon. Enter Antonio, and Officers. Vio. Here comes the man, fir, that did rescue me. Yet, when I faw it laft, it was befmear'd As black as Vulcan, in the smoke of war: A bawbling veffel was he captain of, For fhallow draught, and bulk, unprizable; That very envy, and the tongue of lofs, Cry'd fame and honour on him-What's the matter? 1 Off. Orfino, this is that Antonio, That took the Phoenix, and her fraught, from Candy; When your young nephew Titus lost his leg: Vio. He did me kindness, fir; drew on my fide; Duke. Notable pirate! thou falt-water thief! f fuch feathful grapple did he make]-he held fuch dreadfully clofe conflict. & defperate of shame, and ftate,]—regardless both of character and quality. What foolish boldness brought thee to their mercies, Ant. Orfino, noble fir, Be pleas'd that I shake off these names you give me; Though, I confefs, on base and ground enough, Did I expose myself, pure for his love, Not half an hour before. Vio. How can this be? Duke. When came he to this town? Ant. To day, my lord; and for three months before, (No interim, not a minute's vacancy) Both day and night did we keep company. Enter Olivia, and Attendants. Duke. Here comes the countefs; now heaven walks on earth. hbafe]-foundation. But But for thee, fellow, fellow, thy words are madness : Oli. What would my lord, but that he may not have, Wherein Olivia may feem ferviceable? Cefario, you do not keep promise with me. Vio. Madam?. Duke. Gracious Olivia,— Oli. What do you fay, Cefario?-Good my lord,- i It is as flat and fulfome to mine ear, As howling after mufick. Duke. Still fo cruel? Oli. Still fo conftant, lord. Duke. What, to perverseness? you uncivil lady, To whose ingrate and unaufpicious altars My foul the faithfull'ft offerings hath breath'd out, That e'er devotion tender'd! What shall I do? Oli. Even what it please my lord, that shall become him. Duke. Why should I not, had I the heart to do it, That sometimes favours nobly? But hear me this: That screws me from my true place in your favour, i fat. Egyptian thief,]-Thyamis-'Twas common with those Barbarians, when in defeprate circumitances, to murder their favourite mistresses. Him will I tear out of that cruel eye, Where he fits crowned in his master's spight.- To fpight a raven's heart within a dove. Vio. And I, moft jocund, apt, and willingly, [Going. To do you rest, a thousand deaths would die. [Following. Oli. Where goes Cefario? Vio. After him I love, More than I love these eyes, more than my life, More, by all mores, than e'er I fhall love wife: Punish my life, for tainting of my love! Oli. Ay me, detefted! how am I beguil❜d! Vio. Who does beguile you? who does do you wrong? Oli. Haft thou forgot thyfelf? Is it fo long?— Call forth the holy father. Duke. Come, away. [To Viola, Oli. Whither, my lord?-Cefario, husband, stay. Duke. Hufband? Oli. Ay, husband; Can he that deny ? Duke. Her husband, firrah? Vio. No, my lord, not I. Oli. Alas, it is the baseness of thy fear, Be that thou know'st thou art, and then thou art Enter Prieft. Father, I charge thee by thy reverence, Prieft. |