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Oli. Ay 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.
No, my lord, not I.
O welcome, father!
Priest. A contract of eternal bond of love, 160
I have travelled but two hours.
Duke. O thou dissembling cub! what wilt thou be
When time hath sow'd a grizzle on thy case?
more but if he had not been in drink he would have tickled you othergates than he did.
Duke. How now, gentleman! how is 't with you?
Sir To. That's all one: has hurt me, and there's the end on 't. Sot, didst see Dick surgeon, sot?
Sir And. He has broke my head across, and has given Sir Toby a bloody coxcomb too. For the love of God, your help! I had rather than forty pound I were at home.
Oli. Who has done this, Sir Andrew? Sir And. The count's gentleman, one Cesario: we took him for a coward, but he's the very devil incardinate.
Duke. My gentleman, Cesario?
Sir And. 'Od's lifelings! here he is. You broke my head for nothing! and that that I did, I was set on to do 't by Sir Toby. 190
Vio. Why do you speak to me? I never hurt
Sir And. If a bloody coxcomb be a hurt, you have hurt me: I think you set nothing by a bloody coxcomb.
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?
Sir And. I'll help you, Sir Toby, because we 'll
Sir To. Will you help? an ass-head, and a coxcomb, 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.
Ant. Sebastian are you?
Fear'st thou that, Antonio?
Seb. Do I stand there? I never had a brother;
Enter Sir ANDREW AGUECHEEK
Sir And. For the love of God, a surgeon ! send Whom the blind waves and surges have devour'd. one presently to Sir Toby. Of charity, what kin are you to me? What countryman? what name? what parentage?
Oli. What's the matter?
Vio. Of Messaline: Sebastian was my father;
Vio. My father had a mole upon his brow. 250
Vio. And died that day when Viola from her
Had number'd thirteen years.
Seb. O that record is lively in my soul. He finished indeed his mortal act
Enter Sir TOBY BELCH and Clown.
That day that made my sister thirteen years.
Here comes Sir Toby halting; you shall hear But this my masculine usurp'd attire,
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?
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. 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
Here at my house and at my proper cost. Duke. Madam, I am most apt to embrace your offer.
To VIOLA. Your master quits you; and for your service done him,
So much against the mettle of your sex,
A sister! you are she.
Re-enter FABIAN, with MALVOLIO,
How now, Malvolio!
Have I, Malvolio? no. Mal. Lady, you have. Pray you peruse that letter.
You must not now deny it is your hand :
Ay, my lord, this same.
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 thee;
But when we know the grounds and authors of it, Thou shalt be both the plaintiff and the judge
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
Oli. He hath been most notoriously abus'd.
Of our dear souls. Meantime, sweet sister,
Clo. When that I was and a little tiny boy,
But when I came, alas! to wire,
With hey, ho, the wind and the rain;
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.
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 unto my beds,
With hey, ho, the wind and the rain;
THE WINTER'S TALE.
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
LEONTES, King of Sicilia.
Lords of Sicilia.
POLIXENES, King of Bohemia.
ARCHIDAMUS, a Lord of Bohemia.
An old Shepherd, reputed Father of Perdita.
Lords, Ladies, and Gentlemen, Officers, and Servants, Shepherds and Shepherdesses, Guards, etc.
TIME, as Chorus.
SCENE.-Sometimes in Sicilia, sometimes in Bohemia.
A great while ago the world begun,
Clown, his Son.
HERMIONE, Queen to Leontes.
PERDITA, Daughter to Leontes and Hermione.
PAULINA, Wife to Antigonus.
EMILIA, a Lady attending on Hermione.
knowledge: we cannot with such magnificence We will SCENE I.-Sicilia. An Antechamber in LEONTES'in so rare-I know not what to say. 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 diguities 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
Sir, that's to-morrow. 10
This is put forth too truly!' Besides, I have stay'd
No longer stay.
To tire your royalty.
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,
Leon. Tongue-tied, our queen? speak you.
You had drawn oaths from him not to stay.
The borrow of a week. When at Bohemia
Your guest then, madam:
We were, fair queen,
Iler. Was not my lord the verier wag o' the
Pol. We were as twinn'd lambs that did frisk
And bleat the one at the other: what we chang'd
Boldly not guilty;' the imposition clear'd
Grace to boot!
Giving her hand to POLIXENES.
I' fecks! Why, that's my bawcock. What! hast smutch'd thy nose?
They say it's a copy out of mine. Come, captain,
Affection! thy intention stabs the centre:
With what's unreal thou co-active art,
And fellow'st nothing: then 'tis very credent
And that beyond commission, and I find it,
No, in good earnest. 150
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
How she holds up the neb, the bill to him!
To be full like me: yet they say we are
Exeunt POLIXENES, HERMIONE, and
Go play, boy, play; thy mother plays, and I
may 't be?