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Oli. What is your parentage ?

Oli. Run after that same peevish messenger, Above my fortunes, yet my state is well :

The county's man: he left this ring belind him, I am a gentleman. I'll be sworn thou art; Would I, or not; tell him, I'll none of it. Thy tongue, thy face, thy limbs, actions, and spirit, Desire him not to flatter with his lord, Do give thee five-fold blazon :- Not too fast: Nor hold him up with hopes; I am not for him : soft! soft!

If that the youth will come this way to-morrow, Unless the master were the man. - How now? I'll give him reasons for't. Hie thee, Malvolio. Even so quickly may one catch the plague ?

Mal. Madam, I will.

[Exll. Methinks, I feel this youth's perfections,

Oli. I do I know not what: and fear to find With an invisible and subtle stealth,

Mine eye too great a flatterer for my mind. To creep in at mine eyes. Well, let it be.

Fate, show thy force : Ourselves we do not What, ho, Malvolio!

owe 5;
Re-enter Malvolio.

What is decreed, must be ; and be this so !
Here, madam, at your service.




SCENE I. The Sea-coast.

SCENE II. - A Street.

Enter Viola; Malvolio following.
Ant. Will you stay no longer ? nor will you not,

Mal. Were not you even now with the countess that I go with you ?

Olivia? Seb. By your patience, no: my stars shine darkly Vio. Even now, sir; on a moderate pace I have over me; the malignancy of my fate might, per since arrived but hither. haps, distemper yours; therefore I shall crave of

Mal. She returns this ring to you, sir; you you your leave, that I may bear my evils alone : might have saved me my pains, to have taken it It were a bad recompense for your love, to lay any away yourself. She adds, moreover, that should of them on you.

put your lord into a desperate assurance she will Ant. Let me yet know of you, whither you are bound. none of him: And one thing more; that you be

Seb. No, 'sooth, sir; my determinate voyage is never so hardy to come again in his affairs, unless it mere extravagancy. But I perceive in you so ex- be to report your lord's taking of this. Receive it so. cellent a touch of modesty, that you will not extort Vio. She took the ring of me; I'll none of it. from me what I am willing to keep in; therefore it Mal. Come, sir, you peevishly threw it to her; charges me in manners the rather to express myself. and her will is, it should be so returned : if it be You must know of me then, Antonio, my name is worth stooping for, there it lies in your eye; if not, Sebastian, which I called Rodorigo : my father was be it his that finds it.

[Erit. that Sebastian of Messaline, whom, I know, you Vio. I left no ring with her: What means this lady? have heard of: he left behind him, myself, and a Fortune forbid, my outside have not charm'd her! sister, both born in an hour. If the heavens had | She made good view of me; indeed, so much, been pleas'd, would we had so ended ! but you, sir, | That sure, methought her eyes bad lost her tongue, alter'd that ; for, some hour before you took me For she did speak in starts distractedly. from the breach of the sea, was my sister drowned. She loves me, sure; the cunning of her passion Ant. Alas, the day!

Invites me in this churlish messenger. Seb. A lady, sir, though it was said she much re- None of my lord's ring! why, he sent her none. sembled me, was yet of many accounted beautiful : I am the man; — If it be so (as 'tis), but, though I could not, with such estimable won- Poor lady, she were better love a dream. der, overfar believe that, yet thus far I will boldly Disguise, I see, thou art a wickedness, publish her, she bore a mind that envy could not Wherein the pregnant 6 enemy does much. but call fair : she is drowned already, sir, with salt How easy is it, for the proper-false water, though I seem to drown her remembrance In women's waxen hearts to set their forms ! again with more.

Alas, our frailty is the cause, not we; Ant. Pardon me, sir, your bad entertainment. For, such as we are made of, such we be. Seb. O, good Antonio, forgive me your trouble. How will this fadge?7 My master loves her dearly;

Ant. If you will not murder me for my love, let And I, poor monster, fond as much on him ; me be your servant.

And she, mistaken, seems to dote on me : Seb. If you will not undo what you have done, What will become of this ! As I am man, that is, kill him whom you have recovered, desire My state is desperate for my master's love; it not. Fare ye well at once: my bosom is full of As I am woman, now alas the day! kindness; and I am yet so near the manners of my What thriftless sighs shall poor Olivia breathe ! mother, that upon the least occasion more, mine O time, thou must untangle this, not I; eyes will tell tales of me. I am bound to the count It is too hard a knot for me to untie. [Erit. Orsino's court: farewell.

[Exit. Ant. The gentleness of all the gods go with thee :

SCENE III. - A Room in Olivia's House. I have many enemies in Orsino's court,

Enter Sir Toby Belch, and Sir ANDREW AGUE-CHEEK. Else would' I very shortly see thee there : But come what may, I do adore thee so,

Sir To. Approach, sir Andrew: not to be a-bed That danger shall seem sport, and I will go. [Exit. 5 Own, possCES.

Dexterous, ready.

7 Suit.

after midnight, is to be up betimes; and diluculo Clo. Hold thy peace, thou knave, knight! I shall surgere, thou know'st,

be constrain'd in't to call thee knave, knight. Sir And. Nay, by my troth, I know not : but I Sir And. 'Tis not the first time I have constrain'd know, to be up late, is to be up late.

one to call me knave. Begin, fool; it begins, Hold Sir To. A false conclusion : I hate it as an un- thy peace. filled can : To be up after midnight, and to go to Clo. I shall never begin, if I hold my peace. bed then, is early; so that, to go to bed after mid- Sir And. Good, i'faith! Come, begin. night, is to go to bed betimes. Do not our lives

[They sing a catch. consist of the four elements?

Enter MARIA. Sir And. 'Faith, so they say; but, I think, it rather consists of eating and drinking.

Mar. What a catterwauling do you keep here! Sir To. Thou art a scholar; let us therefore eat If my lady have not called up her steward, Maland drink. Marian, I say! - a stoop of wine ! volio, and bid bim turn you out of doors, never

trust me. Enter Clown.

Sir To. My lady's a Cataian ', we are politicians : Sir And. Here comes the fool.

Malvolio's a Peg-a-Ramsey ?, and Three merry men Clo. How now, my hearts? Did you never see we be. Am not I consanguineous ? am I not of her the picture of we three ? 8

blood ? Tilly-valley 3, lady! There dwelt a man in Sir To. Welcome ass. Now let's have a catch. Babylon, lady, lady!

(Singing. Sir And. By my troth, the fool has an excellent Clo. Beshrew me, the knight's in admirable fooling. breast. 9 I had rather than forty shillings I had Sir And. Ay, he does well enough, if he be disa such a leg; and so sweet a breath to sing, as the posed, and so do I too; he does it with a better fool has. In sooth, thou wast in very gracious grace, but I do it more natural. fooling last night, when thou spokest of Pigrogro- Sir To. O the twelfth day of December,- (Singing. mitus, of the Vapians passing the equinoctial of

Mar. Peace. Queubus; 'twas very good, i'faith.

Enter MalvoLIO. Clo. My lady has a white hand, and the Myrmidons are no bottle-ale houses.

Mal. My masters, are you mad? or what are Sir And. Excellent! Why, this is the best fool you ? Have you no wit, manners, nor honesty, but ing, when all is done. Now, a song.

to gabble like tinkers at this time of night? Do ye Sir To. Come on; there is a sixpence for you: make an alehouse of my lady's house, that ye squeak: let's have a song.

out your coziers'- catches without any mitigation , Sir And. There's a testril of me too : if one

or remorse of voice? Is there no respect of place, knight give a

persons, nor time, in you? Clo. Would you have a love-song, or a song of

Sir To. We did keep time, sir, in our catches.

Sneck up! 5 Sir To. A love-song, a love-song.

Mal. Sir Toby, I must be round with you. My Sir And. Ay, ay; I care not for good life. lady bade me tell you, that, though she harbours

you as ber kinsman, she's nothing allied to your SONG.

disorders. If you can separate yourself and your Clo. O mistress mine, where are you roaming ?

misdemeanors, you are welcome to the house ; if O stay and hear; your true love's coming,

not, an it would please you to take leave of her, she That can sing both high and low :

is very willing to bid you farewell.
Trip no further, pretty sweeting ;

Sir To. Farewell, dear heart, since I must needs
Journeys end in lovers' meeting,
Every wise man's son doth know.

Mar. Nay, good sir Toby.

Clo. His eyes do show his days are almost done. Sir And. Excellent good, i'faith!

Mal. Is't even so ? Sir To. Good, good.

Sir To. But I will never die.
Clo. What is love ? 'lis not hereafter ;

Clo. Sir Toby, there you lie.
Present mirth hath present laughter;

Mal. This is much credit to you.


Sir To. Shall I bid him go ?
What's to come, is still unsure :
In delay there lies no plenty ;

Clo. What an if you do?
Then come kiss me, sweet-and-twenty,

Sir To. Shall I bid him


Youth's a stuff will not endure.

Clo. O no, no, no, no, you dare not.
Sir To. Out o'time? sir, ye lie.

Art any more
Sir And. A mellifluous voice, as I am true knight. than a steward? Dost thou think, because thou art
Sir To. A contagious breath.

virtuous, there shall be no more cakes and ale ? Sir And. Very sweet and contagious, i'faith. Clo. Yes, by saint Anne; and ginger shall be

Sir To. To hear by the nose, it is dulcet in hot i’the mouth too. contagion. But shall we make the welkin dance Sir To. Thou’rt i'the right. indeed ? Shall we rouse the night-owl in a catch, chain with crums: that will draw three souls out of one weaver ? Mal. Mistress Mary, if you prized my lady's Shall we do that? Sir And. An you love me, let's do't: I am dog not give means for this uncivil rule; she shall know

favour at any thing more than contempt, you would at a catch.

of it, by this hand.
Clo. By'r lady, sir, and some dogs will catch well. Mar. Go shake your ears.

Sir And. Most certain : let our catch be, Thou knave.

1 Romancer.

Name of an old song,

3 Equivalent to filly-fally, shilly-shally Loggerheads be.


9 Voice.
4 Cobblers.

5 Hang yourself

good life?

be gone.

not ?

Go, sir, rub your A stoop of wine, Maria!

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Sir And. 'Twere as good a deed as to drink when Sir To. Come, come; I'll go burn some sack, a man's a hungry, to challenge him to the field; and 'tis too late to go to bed now: come, knight; come, then to break promise with him, and make a fool of knight.

[Exeunt. him.

Sir To. Do't, knight; I'll write thee a chal- SCENE IV. - A Room in the Duke's Palace. lenge: or I'll deliver thy indignation to him by word of mouth.

Enter DUKE, VIOLA, Curio, and others. Mar. Sweet sir Toby, be patient for to-night: Duke. Give me some musick :

Now, good since the youth of the count's was to-day with my

morrow, friends : lady, she is much out of quiet. For monsieur Now, good Cesario, but that piece of song, Malvolio, let me alone with him : if I do not gull That old and antique song we heard last night; him into a nay-word e, and make him a common Methought, it did relieve my passion much; recreation, do not I think I have wit enough to lie More than light airs, and recollected terms straight in my bed : I know, I can do it.

Of these most brisk and giddy-paced times : Sir To. Possess us 7, possess us; tell us some-Come, but one verse. thing of him.

Cur. He is not here, so please your lordship, that Mar. Marry, sir, sometimes he is a kind of Puritan. should sing it.

Sir And. O, if I thought that, I'd beat him like Duke. Who was it? a dog.

Cur. Feste, the jester, my lord ; a fool, that the Sir To. What, for being a Puritan ? thy exqui- lady Olivia's father took much delight in: he is site reason, dear knight?

about the house. Sir And. I have no exquisite reason for't, but I Duke. Seek him out, and play the tune the while. have reason good enough.

[Erit CURIO.

- Musick. Mar. The devil a Puritan that he is, or any thing Come hither, boy: If ever thou shalt love, constantly but a time-pleaser; an affectioned ass, In the sweet pangs of it, remember me : that cons state without book, and utters it by great For, such as I am, all true lovers are; swarths 8 : the best persuaded of himself, so cram- Unstaid and skittish in all motions else, med, as he thinks, with excellencies, that it is his Save, in that constant image of the creature ground of faith, that all, 'that look on him, love | That is belov'd. How dost thou like this tune? him; and on that vice in him will my revenge find Vio. It gives a very echo to the seat notable cause to work.

Where Love is thron'd. Sir To. What wilt thou do?

Duke. Thou dost speak masterly: Mar. I will drop in his way some obscure epistles My life upon't, young though thou art, thine eye of love; wherein, by the colour of his beard, the Hath stay'd upon some favour that it loves; shape of his leg, the manner of his gait, the expres- Hath it not, boy? sure of his eye, forehead, and complexion, he shall Vio

A little, by your favour. find himself most feelingly personated : I can write Duke. What kind of woman is't ? very like my lady, your niece; on a forgotten matter Vio.

Of your coinplexion, we can hardly make distinction of our hands.

Duke. She is not worth thee, then. What years, Sir To. Excellent! I smell a device.

i'faith? Sir And. I have't in my nose too.

Vio. About your years, my lord. Sir To. He shall think, by the letters that thou Duke. Too old, by heaven; Let still the woman take wilt drop, that they come from my niece, and that An elder than herself; so wears she to him, she is in love with him.

So sways she level in her husband's heart. Mar. My purpose is, indeed, a horse of that colour. For, boy, however we do praise ourselves, Sir And. And your horse now would make him Our fancies are more giddy and unfirm,

More longing, wavering, sooner lost and worn, Mar. Ass, I doubt not.

Than women's are. Sir And. 0, 'twill be admirable.


I think it well, my lord. Mar. Sport royal, I warrant you. I will plant Duke. Then let thy love be younger than thyself, you two, and let the fool make a third, where he Or thy affection cannot hold the bent : shall find the letter ; observe his construction of it. For women are as roses; whose fair flower, For this night, to bed, and dream on the event. Being once display'd, doth fall that very hour. Farewell.

[Erit. Vio. And so they are: alas, that they are so ; Sir To. Good night, Penthesilea. 9

To die, even when they to perfection grow !
Sir And. Before me, she's a good wench.
Sir To. She's a beagle, true bred, and one that

Re-enter Curio, and Clown. adores me: What o'that ?

Duke. O fellow, come, the song we had last Sir And. I was adored once too.

night: Sir To. Let's to bed, knight. - Thou hadst need Mark it, Cesario; it is old, and plain : send for more money.

The spinsters and the knitters in the sun, Sir And. If I cannot recover your niece, I am a And the free maids that weave their thread with foul way out.

bones, Sir To. Send for money, knight; if thou hast Do use to chaunt it; it is silly sooth ?, her not i'the end, call me Cut. 1

And dallies with the innocence of love, Sir And. If I do not, never trust me, take it Like the old age. how you will.

Clo. Are you ready, sir ?

[Musick. 6 Bye-word.

Duke. Ay; pr’ythee, sing.

7 Inform us. * The row of grass left by a mower. 9 Amazon. 1 Fool.


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? Simple truth.

She sat like patience on a monument,

Smiling at grief. Was not this love, indeed ? Clo. Come away, come away, death,

We men may say more, swear more: but, indeed, And in sad cypress let me be lail;

Our shows are more than will ; for still we prove Fly away, fly away, breath;

Much in our vows, but little in our love. Inni slain by a fair cruel maid.

Duke. But died thy sister of her love, my boy? My shroud of white, stuck all with yew,

Vio. I am all the daughters of my father's house, O, prepare it ;

And all the brothers too ; and yet I know not:My part of death, no one so true

Sir, shall I to this lady?
Did share it.


Ay, that's the theme. Not a flower, not a flower sweet,

To her in haste; give her this jewel ; say, On my black coffin let there be strown ;

My love can give no place, bide no denay. + Not a friend, not a friend greet

[Excunt. My poor corpse, where my bones shall be thrown : A thousand thousand sighs lo save,

SCENE V. - Olivia's Garden.
Lay me, 0, where

Enter Sir Toby Belch, Sir ANDREW AGUE-CHEEK, Sad true lover ne'er find my grave,

and FABIAN. To weep there.

Sir To. Come thy ways, signior Fabian. Duke. There's for thy pains.

Fab. Nay, I'll come; if I lose a scruple of this Clo. No pains, sir ; I take pleasure in singing, sir. sport, let me be boiled to death with melancholy. Duke. I'll pay thy pleasure, then.

Sir To. Would'st thou not be glad to have the Clo. Truly, sir, and pleasure will be paid, one niggardly rascally sheep-biter come by some notable time or another.

shame? Duke. Give me now leave to leave thee.

Fab. I would exult, man : you know, he brought Clo. Now, the melancholy god protect thee; and me out of favour with my lady, about a bear-baiting the tailor make thy doublet of changeable taffata, here. for thy mind is a very opal.

- I would have men of Sir To. To anger him, we'll have the bear again; such constancy put to sea, that their business might and we will fool him black and blue: - Shall we be every thing, and their intent every where; for not, sir Andrew ? that's it, that always makes a good voyage of no- Sir And. An we do not, it is pity of our lives. thing. — Farewell.

[Erit Clown. Duke. Let all the rest give place.

Enter MARIA. [Ereunt Curio and Attendants. Sir To. Here comes the little villain : - How

Once more, Cesario, now, my nettle of India ? Get thee to yon' same sovereign cruelty :

Mar. Get ye all three into the box-tree: MalTell her, my love, more noble than the world, volio's coming down this walk; he has been yonder Prizes not quantity of dirty lands;

i'the sun, practising behaviour to his own shadow, The parts that fortune hath bestow'd upon her, this half hour : observe him, for the love of mockery; Tell her, I hold as giddily as fortune;

for, I know, this letter will make a contemplative But 'tis that miracle, and queen of gems,

idiot of him. Close, in the name of jesting! [The That nature pranks 3 her in, attracts my soul. men hide themselves.] Lie thou there; [Throu's Vio. But, if she cannot love you, sir ?

down a letter,] for here comes the trout that must Duke. I cannot be so answer'd.

be caught with tickling.

[Erit MARIA, Vio.

'Sooth, but you must. Say, that some lady, as, perhaps, there is,

Enter MalvoLIO. Hath for your love as great a pang of heart

Mal. 'Tis but fortune ; all is fortune. Maria As you have for Olivia: you cannot love her ; once told me, she did affect me: and I have heard You tell her so; Must she not then be answer'd ? herself come thus near, that, should she fancy, it Duke. There is no woman's sides,

should be one of my complexion. Besides, she uses Can bide the beating of so strong a passion me with a more exalted respect than any one else As love doth give my heart : no woman's heart that follows her. What should I think on't? So big, to hold so much; they lack retention. Sir To. Here's an overweening rogue ! But mine is all as hungry as the sea,

Fab. O, peace! Contemplation makes a rare And can digest as much: make no compare turkey-cock of him; how he jets 5 under his ad. Between that love a woman can bear me,

vanced plumes ! And that I owe Olivia.

Sir And. 'Slight, I could so beat the rogue: Ay, but I know,

Sir To. Peace, I say.
Duke. What dost thou know?

Mal. To be count Malvolio; -
Vio. Too well what love women to men may owe: Sir To. Ah, rogue !
In faith, they are as true of heart as we.

Sir And. Pistol him, pistol him.
My father had a daughter lov’d a man,

Sir To. Peace, peace! As it might be, perhaps, were I a woman,

Mal. There is example for't ; the lady of the I should your lordship.

strachy married the yeoman of the wardrobe. Duke.

And what's her history? Sir And. Fie on him, Jezebel ! Vio. A blank, my lord : She never told her love, Fab. O, peace ! now he's deeply in, look, how But let concealment, like a worm i'the bud, imagination blows him. Feed on her damask cheek : she pin’d in thought : Mal. Having been three months married to her, And, with a green and yellow melancholy, sitting in my state, â Decks.

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Sir To. O, for a stone-bow, to hit him in the eye! Sir To. And with what wing the stannyel 7 checks

Mal. Calling my officers about me, in my branched at it! 8 velvet gown; having come from a day-bed, where I Mal. I may command where I adore. Why, she left Olivia sleeping.

may command me; I serve her, she is my lady. Sir To. Fire and brimstone !

Why, this is evident to any formal capacity. There Fab. O, peace, peace!

is no obstruction in this; And the end, - What Mal. And then to have the humour of state : and should that alphabetical position portend ? If I after a demure travel of regard, – telling them, I could make that resemble something in me, — know my place, as I would they shoul theirs,— Softly! — M, 0, A, I. to ask for my kinsman Toby :

Sir To. O, ay! make up that: - he is now at a Sir To. Bolts and shackles !

cold scent. Fab. O, peace, peace, peace! now, now.

Fab. Sowter 9 will cry upon't for all this, though Mal. Seven of my people, with an obedient start, it be as rank as a fox. make out for him: I frown the while; and, per- Mal. M, — Malvolio ; — M, — why, that begins chance, wind up my watch, or play with some rich my name. jewel. Toby approaches; court'sies there to me: Fab. Did not I say, he would work it out? the Sir To. Shall this fellow live?

cur is excellent at faults. Fab. Though our silence be drawn from us with Mal. M,— But then there is no consonancy in cars, yet peace.

the sequel: that suffers under probation : A should Mal. I extend my hand to him thus, quenching follow, but 0 does. my familiar smile with an austere regard of control : Fab. And 0 shall end, I hope.

Sir To. And does not Toby take you a blow o'the Sir To. Ay, or I'll cudgel him, and make him lips then?

Mal. Saying, Cousin Toby, my fortunes having cast Mal. And then I comes behind; me on your niece, give me this prerogative of speech :- Fab. Ay, an you had any eye behind you, you Sir To. What, what?

might see more detraction at your heels, than forMal. You must amend your drunkenness. tunes before you. Sir To. Out, scab !

Mal. M, 0, A, I; - This simulation is not as the Fab. Nay, patience, or we break the sinews of former :- and yet, to crush this a little, it would our plot.

bow to me, for every one of these letters are in my Mal. Besides, you waste the treasure of your time name. Soft; here follows prose. — If this fall into with a foolish knight ;

thy hand, revolve. In my stars I am above thee ; Sir And. That's me, I warrant you.

but be not afraid of greatness : Some are born great, Mal. One Sir Andrew :

some achieve greatness, and some have greatness Sir And. I knew, 'twas I; for many do call me fool. thrust upon them. Thy fates open their hands ; let Mal. What employment have we here ?

thy blood and spirit embrace them. And, to inure

[Taking up the letter. thyself to what thou art like to be, cast thy humble Fab. Now is the woodcock near the gin. slough', and appear fresh. Be opposite with a

Sir To. O, peace! and the spirit of humours in- kinsman, surly with servants : let thy tongue tang, timate reading aloud to him !

arguments of state ; put thyself into the trick of Mal. By my life, this is my lady's hand: these singularity : she thus advises thee, that sighs for be her very P's her U's and her T's, and thus makes thee. Remember who commended thy yellow stockshe her great C's. It is, in contempt of question, ings; and wished to see thee ever cross-gartered : ! her hand.

say, remember.

Go to; thou art made, if thou Sir And. Her P's, her U's, and her T's: Why that? desirest to be so; if not, let me see thee a steward

Mal. [Reads.) To the unknown beloved, this, and still, the fellow of servants, and not worthy to touch my good wishes : her very phrases ! - By your leave, fortune's fingers. Farewell. She that would alter wax. - Soft! – and the impressure her Lucrece, services with thee, The fortunate-unhappy. with which she uses to seal : 'tis my lady: To whom Day-light and champian ? discovers not more: this should this be?

I will be proud, I will read politick Fab. This wins him, liver and all.

authors, I will baffle Sir Toby, I will wash off gross Mal. (Reads.] Jove knows, I love :

acquaintance, I will be point-de-vice), the very But who?

I do not now fool myself, to let imagination Lips do not move,

jade me; for every reason excites to this, that my No man must know.

lady loves me. She did commend my yellow No man must know. - What follows? the numbers stockings of late, she did praise my leg being crossaltered ! No man must know :— If this should be gartered ; and in this she manifests herself to my thee, Malvolio ?

love, and, with a kind of injunction, drives me to Sir To. Marry, hang thee, brock ! 6

these habits of her liking. I thank my stars, I am Mal. I may command, where I adore :

happy. I will be strange, stout, in yellow stock-
But silence, like a Lucrece knife, ings, and cross-gartered, even with the swiftness of
With bloodless stroke my heart doth gore ; putting on. Jove, and my stars be praised !
M, O, A, I, doth sway my life.

Here is yet a postscript. Thou canst not choose but Fab. A fustian riddle!

know who I am. If thou entertainest my love, let it Sir To. Excellent wench, say I.

appear in thy smiling; thy smiles become thee well : Mal. M, O, A, I, doth sway my life. - Nay, but therefore in my presence still smile, dear my sweet, first, let me see,

I will smile; let me see, — let me see.

I prythee. Jove, I thank thee. Fab. What a dish of poison has she dressed him! | will do every thing that thou wilt have me. (Exit.

is open.


7 Hawk.
8 Flys at it.

9 Name of a hound. & Badger.

1 Skin of a snake. 2 Open country.

3 Utmost exactness.

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