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Oli. Whither, my lord? Cesario, husband, stay.
Ay, husband can he that deny?
Sir To. That's all one: has hurt me, and there's the end on 't. Sot, didst see Dick surgeon, sot?
Clo. O he's drunk, Sir Toby, an hour agone: his eyes were set at eight i' the morning. Sir To. Then he's a rogue, and a passy-measures pavin. I hate a drunken rogue.
Oli. Away with him! Who hath made this havoc with them?
No, my lord, not I.
O welcome, father!
Strengthen'd by interchangement of your rings;
I have travelled but two hours.
Duke. O thou dissembling cub! what wilt thou be
Sir And. I'll help you, Sir Toby, because we 'll
Sir To. Will you help? an ass-head, and a cox. comb, and a knave, a thin-faced knave, a gull! Oli. Get him to bed, and let his hurt be look'd to. Exeunt Clown, FABIAN, Sir TOBY, and Sir ANDREW.
Seb. I am sorry, madam, I have hurt your kinsman;
But had it been the brother of my blood,
A natural perspective, that is, and is not!
Ant. Sebastian are you?
Sir And. For the love of God, a surgeon! send Whom the blind waves and surges have devour'd. one presently to Sir Toby.
You drew your sword upon me without cause; But I bespake you fair, and hurt you not.
Sir And. If a bloody coxcomb be a hurt, you have hurt me: I think you set nothing by a bloody coxcomb.
Enter Sir TOBY BELCH and Clown.
Of charity, what kin are you to me? What countryman? what name? what parentage?
Had number'd thirteen years.
Seb. O that record is lively in my soul,
That day that made my sister thirteen years.
Here comes Sir Toby halting; you shall hear But this my masculine usurp'd attire,
Do not embrace me till each circumstance
Of place, time, fortune, do cohere and jump 260
I'll bring you to a captain in this town,
But nature to her bias drew in that.
Thou never should'st love woman like to me.
Oli. He shall enlarge him. Fetch Malvolio hither.
And yet, alas! now I remember me,
Re enter Clown, with a letter, and FABIAN.
Clo. Truly, madam, he holds Belzebub at the stave's end as well as a man in his case may do. Has here writ a letter to you: I should have given 't you to-day morning; but as a madman's epistles are no gospels, so it skills not much when they are delivered.
Oli. Open 't, and read it.
Clo. Look then to be well edified when the fool delivers the madmau.
By the Lord, madam,—
Oli. How now! art thou mad?
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. To FABIAN. Read it you, sirrah. Fab. 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, 320
Oli. Mal. Lady, you have. letter.
You must not now deny it is your hand : 340
Bade me come smiling and cross-garter'd to you,
Oli. Alas! Malvolio, this is not my writing,
And in such forms which here were pre-suppos'd Upon thee in the letter. Prithee, be content : This practice hath most shrewdly pass'd upon
But when we know the grounds and authors of it,
Of thine own cause.
May rather pluck on laughter than revenge
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 Topas, sir; but that's all one. By the Lord,
fool, I am not mad.' But do you remember? Madam, why laugh you at such a barren rascal? an you smile not, he's gagg'd': and thus the whirligig of time brings in his revenges.
Mal. I'll be reveng'd on the whole pack of Exit.
Oli. He hath been most notoriously abus'd. 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 all, except Clown.
Clo. When that I was and a little tiny boy,
A foolish thing was but a toy,
But when I came to man's estate,
With hey, ho, the wind and the rain; 'Gainst kraves and thieves men shut their gates, For the rain it raineth every day.
But when I came, alas! to wire,
With hey, ho, the wind and the rain;
But when I came unto my beds,
A great while ago the world begun,
Lords, Ladies, and Gentlemen, Officers, and Servants, Shepherds and Shepherdesses, Guards, etc.
TIME, as Chorus.
SCENE.-Sometimes in Sicilia, sometimes in Bohemia.
knowledge: we cannot with such magnificence
SCENEI.-Sicilia. An Antechamber in LEONTES'in so rare-I 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 | The by-gone day proclaim'd: say this to him, of gifts, letters, loving embassies; that they have He's beat from his best ward. seemed to be together, though absent, shook Leon. Well said, Hermione. hands, as over a vast, and embraced, as it were, Her. To tell he longs to see his son were strong: from the ends of opposed winds. The heavens But let him say so then, and let him go; continue their loves! But let him swear so, and he shall not stay, We 'll thwack him hence with distaffs. To POLIXEN ES. Yet of your royal presence I'll adventure
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 Mamillius 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 Same. A Room of State in the
Enter LEONTES, POLIXENES, HERMIONE, MA-
Go hence in debt and therefore, like a cipher,
Sir, that's to-morrow. 10
To tire your royalty.
No longer stay.
I'll no gainsaying.
So soon as yours could win me: so it should now,
Leon. Tongue-tied, our queen? speak you.
You had drawn oaths from him not to stay.
Charge him too coldly tell him, you are sure 30
The borrow of a week. When at Bohemia
Her. Nay, but you will?
I may not, verily
You put me off with limber vows; but I, Though you would seek to unsphere the stars with oaths,
Should yet say, 'Sir, no going.' Verily,
My prisoner or my guest? by your dread 'verily,'
We were, fair queen,
Her. Was not my lord the verier wag o' the
Pol. We were as twinn'd lambs that did frisk i' the sun,
And bleat the one at the other: what we chang'd
Boldly 'not guilty; the imposition clear'd
Grace to boot!
Of this make no conclusion, lest you say,
I prithee tell me; cram's with praise, and make's As fat as tame things: one good deed dying tongueless
Slaughters a thousand waiting upon that.
Or I mistake you: O! would her name were
But once before I spoke to the purpose: when? Nay, let me have 't; I long.
Ere I could make thee open thy white hand
'Tis grace indeed.
Why, lo you now, I have spoke to the purpose twice:
The one for ever earn'd a royal husband,
Giving her hand to POLIXENES.
Mam. Leon. I' fecks! Why, that's my bawcock. What! hast smutch'd thy nose?
They say it's a copy out of mine. Come, captain,
To be full like me: yet they say we are
As if you held a brow of much distraction:
Mam. No, my lord, I'll fight.
Leon. You will! why, happy man be's dole!
Are you so fond of your young prince as we
Let what is dear in Sicily be cheap.
If you would seek us, We are yours i' the garden: shall's attend you there?
Leon. To your own bents dispose you: you'll be found,
Be you beneath the sky. Aside. I am angling