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Come hither, boy; If ever thou shalt love,
Vio. It gives a very echo to the seat
Vio. A little, by your favour,
Vio. About your years, my
lord. Duke. Too old, by heaven; Let still the wo
Vio. I think it well, my lord.
Vio. And so they are: alas, that they are so; To die, even when they to perfection grow! **
Re-enter CURIO, and Clown.
Clown. Are you ready, sir?
S O N G.
Clown. Come away, come aŭay, death,
And in sad cypress let me be laid;
Fly away, fly away, breath;
Did share it.
Not a flower, not a flower sweet,
let there be strown;
Lay me, 0, where
Clown, No pains, sir; I take pleasure in sing. ing, sir. Duke. I'll pay thy pleasure then.
Clown. Truly, sir, and pleasure will be paid, one time or another.
Duke. Give me now leave to leave thee.
Clown. Now, the melancholy god protect thee; and the tailorm ake thy doublet of changeable taffata, for. 'thy, mind is a very opal! I would have men of such : constancy put to sea, that their business "might be every thing, and their intent every where; for that's it, that always makes a good voyage of nothing. Farewell...
[Exit Clown.] Duke. Let all the rest give place.
Once more, Cesario, [Exeunt Curio
Vio. But, if she cannot love you, sir?
Vio. 'Sooth, but you must.
you cannot love her ; You tell her' so'; Must she not then be answer'd ?
Duke. There is no woman's sides,
Vio. Ay, but I know,
Vioq Too well what love wonien. to men
may owe: S mods In faith, they are as true of heart as we. My father had a daughter lov'd a man, I As it might be, perhaps, were I a woman, I should your lordship
Duke: And what's her history ? ...16 í Vio. A blank, my lord: She never told her
love, But let concealment, like a worm i'the bud, Féed on her damask check: she pin'd in
thought; And, with a green and yellow melancholy, She sat like patience on a monument, Smiling at grief. Was not this love, indeed? We men may say more, swear more: but, indeed,
guir Our shows are more than will; for still we
- prove Much in our vows, but little in our love. Duhe. But dy'd thy sister of her love, my
i *boy? Vio. I am all the daughters of my father's '
honse, And all the brothers too; and yet I know
Duke.Ay, that's the theme.
Fab. Nay, I'll come; if I lose a scruple of this sport, let' me boild to death with melancholy
Sir To. Would'st thou not be glad to have the niggardly rascally sheep-biter come by some notable shame? Fab. I would exult, man:
you know, he brought me out of favour with my lady, about a bear - baiting here.
Sir To. To anger him, we'll have the bear again; and we will fool him black and blue; Shall we not;, sir Andrew ?
Sir And., An we do not, it is pity of our lives.
L' Enter MARIA: Sir. To. Here comes the little villain :--How now, my metal of India ?
Mar. Get ye all three into the box-tree : Malvolio's coming down this walk; he has been yonder i'the sun, practising behaviour to his own shadow, this half hour: observe him, for the love of mockery; for, I know, this letter will make a contemplative ideot of him. Close, in the name of jesting! [The men hide themselves.] Lie thou there; [throws down a letter.] for here comes the trout that must be caught witht ickling.
[Exit •MARIA.] Enter MALVOLIO.
Mal. 'Tis but fortune ; all is fortune. Maria once told me, she did affect me; and I have heard herself come thus near, that, should she fancy, it should be one of my complexion. Besides, she uses me with a more exalted respect, than any one else that follows her. What should I think on't ?