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Sir To. I will do so. Signior Fabian, stay you Sir To. Nay, if you be an undertaker, I am for by this gentleman till my rolur. [Exit Sir Toby. you.
[ Draws. Vio. Pray you, sir, do you know of this matter? Faó. I know, the knight is incensed against you,
Enter two Officers. even to a mortal arbitrement; but nothing of the Fab. O good sir Toby, hold; here come the circumstance more.
officers. V 10. I beseech you, what manner of man is he? Sir To. I'll be with you, anon.
[To ANTON10 Fab. Nothing of that wonderful promise, to read Vio. Pray, sir, put up your sword, if you please. him by bis form, as you are like to find him in the
[To Sir ANDREW proof of his valour. He is, indeed, sir, the most Sir And. Marry, will I, sir ;--and, for that I proskilful, bloody, and fatal opposite that you could mised you, I'll be as good as my word : He will possibly have found in any part of Illyria : Will bear you easily, and reins well. rou walk towards him? I will make your peace 1 Off. This is the man; do thy office. with him, if I can.
2 Off. Antonio, I arrest thee at the suit Vio. I shall be much bound to you for't: I am Of Count Orsino, one that would rather go with sir priest, than sir Ant.
You do mistake me, sir; knight: I care not who knows so much of my 1 Off. No, sir, no jot; I know your favour well, mettle.
[Exeunt. Tbough now you have no sea-cap on you head.
Take him away; he knows, I know him well. Re-enter Sir Toby, with Sir ANDREW.
Ant. I must obey. – This comes with seekiig Sir To. Why, man, be's a very devil; I have
you; not seen such a virago. I had a pass with him, But there's nö remedy; I shall answer it. rapier, scabbard, and all, and he gives me the What will you do? Now my necessity stuck-in, with such a mortal motion, that it is in- Makes me to ask you for my purse : It grieves me evitable; and on the answer, he pays you as surely Much more, for what I cannot do for you, as your feet hit the ground they step on : They Than what befals myself. You stand amaz'd;
But be of comfort. say, be bas been fencer to the Sophy. Sir And. Pox on't, I'll not meddle with him.
2 off. Come, sir, away. Sir To. Ay, but he will not now be pacified : Fa
Ant. I must entreat of you some of that money. bian can scarce hold him yonder.
Vio. What money, sir? Sir And. Plague on't: an I thought he had been For the fair kindness you have show'd me here, valiant, and so cunning in fence, I'd have seen him And, part, being prompted by your present trouble, damned ere I'd have challenged him. Let him let out of my lean and low ability the matter slip, and I'll give him my borse, gray I'll make division of my present with you:
I'll lend you something: my having is not much; Capilet. Sir To. I'll make the motion : Stand here, make Hold, there is half my coffer.
Ant. a good show on't; this shall end without the per
Will you deny me now dition of souls : Marry, I'll ride your borse as well is't possible, that my deserts to you as I ride you.
Can lack porsuasion? Do not tempt my misery,
Lest that it make me so unsound a man,
As to upbraid you with those kindnesses
That I have done for you. I have his horse [to Fab.) to take up the quarrel;
I know of none;
I bate ingratitude more in a man, pants, and looks pale, as if a bear were at his heels. Sir' to. There's no remedy, sir; he will fight with Or any taint of vice, whose strong corruption
Than lying, vainness, babbling, drunkenness, you for his oath sake : marry, he hath better be.
Inhabits our frail blood. thought him of his quarrel, and he finds that now
O heavens themselves! scarce to be worth talking of: therefore draw, for
2 Off. Come, sir, I pray you, go. the supportance of his vow; he protests, he will
Ant. Let me speak a little. This youth that you not hurt you. Vio. Pray God defend me ! A little thing would I snatch'd one lialf out of the jaws of death ;
see here, make me tell them how much I lack of a man.
Reliev'd him with such sanctity of love,Fab. Give ground, if you see him furious.
And to his image, which inethought did promise
Most venerable worth, did I devotion. Sir To. Come, sir Andrew, there's no remedy ;
1 Off. What's that to us? The time goes by the gentleman will, for bis honour's sake, have one
away. bout with you; be cannot by the duello avoid it;
Ant. But, o how vile an idol proves this god! but he has promised me, as he is a gentleman and a soldier, be will not hurt you. Come on : to't.
Thou hast, Sebastian, done good feature shame.Sir And. Pray God, he keep his oath.
In nature there's no blemish, but the mind;
None can be call'd deform'd but the unkind:
Virtue is beauty; but the beauteous-evil
Are empty trunks, o'erflourish'd by the devil. Vio. I do assure you 'tis against my will. [Draws. 1 Off The man grows mad; away with him. Ant. Put up your sword;-If this young gentle- Come, come, sir.
Ant. Lead me on. [Ereunt Officers with ANTONIO, Have done offence, I take the fault on me;
Vio. Methinks, his words do from such passion
That he believes himself; so do not I.
Sir Tu, Come hither, knight; come hither, Fa- Seb. Let go thy hand. bian ; we'll whisper o'er a couple or two of most Sir To. Come, sir, I will not let you go. Come, bage saw's.
my young soldier, put up your irou : you are well Vio. He nam'd Sebastian ; I my brother know Aesbed ; come on. Yet living in my glass; even such, and so,
Seb. I will be free from thee, What wouldst In favour was my brother; and he went
thou now? Still in this fashion, colour, ornament,
If thou dar’st tempt me further, draw thy sword. For him I imitate ; 0, if it prove,
[Draws. Tempests are kind, and salt waves fresh in love ! Sir To. What, what? Nay, then I must bave an
[Exit. ounce or two of this malapert blood from you. Sir To. A very dishonest paltry boy, and more a
(Draus. coward than a hare : his dishonesty appears in
Enter OLIVIA. leaving his friend here in necessity, and denying him ; und for his cowardship, ask Fabian.
Oli. Hold, Toby ; on thy life, I charge thee, hold. Fab. A coward, a most devout coward, religious Sir To. Madam ? in it.
Oli. Will it be ever thus ? Ungracious wretch, Sir And. 'Slid, I'll after him again, and beat him. Fit for the mountains, and the barbarous caves,
Sir To. Do, cuff him soundly, but never draw Where manners ne'er were preach'd ! out of my thy sword.
sight! Sir And. An, I do not,
[Erit. Be not offended, dear Cesario ! Fab. Come, let's sre the event.
Rudesby, be gone!-I pr’ythee, gentle friend, Sir To. I dare lay any money, 'twill be notbing (Exeunt Sir Toby, Sir ANDREW, and Fabian yet.
[Exeunt. Let thy fair wiszlom, not thy passion, sway
In this uncivil and unjust extent
May'st smile at this : thou shalt not choose but go;
Do not deny : Beshrew his soul for me,
He started one poor heart of mine in thee. SCENE 1.— The Street before Olivia's House.
Seb. What relish is in this ? how runs the stream !
Or I am mad, or else this is a dream :-
Let fancy still my sense in Lethe steep; Clo. Will you make me believe, that I am not If it be thus to dream, still let me sleep! sent for you?
Oli. Nay, come, I pr'ythee : 'Would thou’dst be Seb. Go to, go to, thou art a foolish fellow ;
rul'd by me ? Let me be clear of tbee.
Seb. Madam, I will,
Oli. Clo. Well held out, i'faith! No, I do not know
O say so, and so be! you ; nor I am not sent to you by my lady, to bid
[Exeunt. you come speak with her; nor your name is not
SCENE 11.-A Room in Olivia's House.
Enter MARIA and Clown.
Mar. Nay, I pr'ythee, put on this gown, and Clo. Vent my folly ! he has heard that word of this beard ; make him believe thou art sir Topas some great man, and now applies it to a fool. Vent the curate; do it quickly: I'll call sir Toby the
whilst, my folly! I am afraid this great lubber, the world,
[Exit MARIA. will prove a cockney:- 1 prythee now, ungird thy myself in't; and I would I were the first that ever
Clo. Well, I'll put it on, and I will dissemble strangeness, and tell me what I sball vent to my dissembled'in such a gown. I am not fit enough lady, shall I vent to her, that thou art coming ?
to become the function well : nor lean enough to Šeb. I pr’ythee, folis! Greek, depart from me; There's money for thee; if you tarry longer,
be thought a good student : but to be said, an ho. I shall give worse payment.
nest man, and a good housekeeper, goes as fairly, Clo. By my troth, thou hast an open hand :- as to say, a careful man, and a great scholar. The These wise men that give fools money, get them. competitors enter. selves a good report after fourteen years' purchase.
Enter Sir Toby Belch and MARIA. Enter Sir ANDREW, Sir Toby, and Fabian. Sir To. Juve bless thee, master parson. Sir And. Now, sir, have I met you again ? there's Clo. Bonos dies, Sir Toby: for as the old hermit
[Striking Sebastian. of Prague, that never saw pen and ink, very wittily seb. Why, there's for thee, and there, and there : said to a piece of King Gorboduc, That, that is, is: Are all the people mad? [Beating Sir ANDREW. so 1, being master parson, am master parson : for
Sir To. Hold, sir, or I'll throw your dagger o'er what is that, but that? and is, but is ? the house.
Sir To. To him, Sir Topas. Clo. Tbis will I tell my lady straight : I would Clo. What, hoa, I say,—Peace in this prison ! not be in some of your coats for two-pence.
Sir To. The knave counterseits well; a good
[Erit Clcmn. knave. Sir To. Come on, sir; hold [Holding Sebastian. Mal. [in un inner chamber.] Who calls there?
Sir And. Nay, let bim alone, i'll go another way Clo. Sir Topas, the curate, who comes to visit to work with him; I'll have an action of battery Malvolio the lunatic. against him, if there be any law in Illyria : though Mal. Sir Topus, Sir Topas, good Sir Topas, go
truck him first, yet it's no matter for that to my lady.
Clo. Out, hyperbolical fiend ! how vexest thou Clo. Advise you what you say ; the minister is this man ? talkest thou nothing but of ladies ? here.—Malvolio, Malvolio, thy wits the beavens Sir To. Well said, master parson.
restore ! endeavour thyself to sleep, and leave thy Mal. Sir Topas, nerer was man thus wronged: vain bibble babble. good Sir Topas, do not think I am mad; they have Mal. Sir Topas, laid me bere in bideous darkness.
Clo. Maintain no words with him, good fellow.Clo. Fie, thou dishonest Sathan! I call thee by Who, I, sir ? not I, sir. God b'wi' you, good Sir the most modest terms; for I am one of those Topas.-Marry, amen.-I will, sir, I will. gentle ones, that will use the devil himself with Mal. Fool, fool, fool, I say, courtesy: Say'st thou, that house is dark ?
Clo. Alas, sir, be patient. What say you, sir Mal. As hell, Sir Topas.
I am shent for speaking to you. Clo. Why, it hath bay-windows, transparent as Mal. Good fool, help me to some light, and barricadoes, and the clear stories towards the south- some paper ; I tell thee, I am as well in my wits as north are as lustrous as ebony; and yet complainest any man in Illyria. thou of obstruction ?
Clo. Well-a-day,--that you were, sir ! Mal. I am not mad, Sir Topas; I say to you,
Mal. By this hand, I am : Good fool, some ink, this bouse is dark.
paper, and light, and convey what I will set down Clo. Madman, thou errest: I say, there is no to my lady; it shall advantage thee more than ever darkness, but ignorance ; in which thou art more the bearing of letter did. puzzled, than the Egyptians in their fog.
Clo. I will help you to't. But tell me true, are Mal. I say, this house is as dark as ignorance, you not mad indeed ? or do you but count-sieit? though ignorance were as dark as hell; and I say, Mal. Believe me, I am not; I tell thee true. tbere was never man thus abused: I am no more Clo. Nay, I'll ne'er believe a madman, till I see mad than you are; make the trial of it in any con- bis brains. I will fetch you light, and paper, and stant question.
ink. Cio. What is the opinion of Pythagoras, con- Mal. Fool, I'll requite it in the highest degree cerning wild-fowl?
I pr’ythee, be gone. Mal. That the soul of our grandam might haply inhabit a bird.
I am gone, sir, Clo. W bat thinkest thou of his opinion ?
And anon, sir, Mal. I think nobly of the soul, and no way ap
I'll be with you again,
In a trice, prove bis opinion. Clo. Fare thee well : Remain thou still in dark.
Like to the old vice, ness : thou shalt hold the opinion of Pythagoras,
Your need to sustain , ere I will allow of thy wits; and fear to kill a
Who with dagger of lath, woodcock, lest thou dispossess the soul of thy
In his rage and his wrath, grandam. Fare thee well.
Cries, ah, ah! to the devil : Mal. Sir Topas, Sir Topas,
Like a mad lad, Sir To. My most exquisite Sir Topas !
Pare thy nails, dad, Clo. Nay, I am for all waters.
Adieu, goodman drivel.
[Bxit Mar. Thou might'st have done this without thy beard and gown, he sees thee not.
SCENE III.-Olivia's Garden. Sir To. To bim in thine own voice, and bring me word box thou findest him : I would, we were
Enter SEBASTIAN. well rid of this knavery. If he may be conveniently Seb. This is the air; that is the glorious sun delivered, I would be were ; for I am now so far in This pearl she gave me, I do feel't, and see't: offence with my piece, that I cannot pursue with And though 'tis wonder that enwraps me thus, any safety tbis sport to the upshot. Come by-and- Yet, 'tis not madness. Where's Antonio tben? by to my chamber. (Exeunt Sir TOBY and MARIA. I could not find him at the Elephant: Clo. Hey, Robin, jolly Robin,
Yet there he was ; and there I found this credit, Tell me how thy lady does. [Singing. That he did range the town to seck me out. Mal. Fool.
His counsel now might do me golden service : Clo. My lady is unkind, perdy.
For though my soul disputes well with my sense, Mal, Fool.
That this may be some error, but no madness, Clo. Alas, why is she so ?
Yet doth this accident and flood of fortune Mal. Fool, I say -
So far exceed all instance, all discourse, Clo. She loves another-Who calls, ba?
That I am ready to distrust mine eyes, Mal. Good fool, as ever thou wilt deserve well And wrangle with my reason, that persuades me at my hand, help me to a candle, and pen, ink, and To any other trust, but that I am mad, paper ; as I am a gentleman, I will live to be thank- or else the lady's mad; yet, if 'twere so, ful to thee for't.
She could not sway ber house, command ber fol. Clo. Master Malvolio !
lowers, Mal. Ay, good fool.
Take, and give back affairs, and their despatch, Clo. Alas, sir, how fell you besides your five With such a smooth, discreet, and stable bearing, wits?
As, I perceive, she does: there's something in't, Mal. Fool, there was never man so notoriously That is deceivable. But bere comes the lady. abused : I am as well in my wits, fool, as thou art.
Enter OLIVIA and a Priest. Clo. But as well? then you are mad, indeed, if you he no better in your wits than a fool.
Oli. Blame not this baste of mine : If you mean Mal. They have bere propertied me; keep me
well, in darkness, send ministers to me, asses, and do all Now go with me, and with this boly man, hey can to face me out of my wits.
Into the chantry by : there, before bim,
And underneatb that consecrated roof,
Enter ANTONIO and Officers.
Vio. Here comes the man, sir, that did rescue me May live at peace : He shall conceal it,
Duke. That face of his I do remember well ; Whiles you are willing it shall come to note Yet, when I saw it last, it was besmear'd What time we will our celebration keep
As black as Vulcan, in the smoke of war : According to my birth.- What do you say? A bawbling vessel was he captain of,
Seb. I'll follow thin good man, and go with you ; For shallow draaght, and bulk, unprizable, And, having sworn truth, ever will be true. With which such scathful grapple did he make Oli. Then lead the way, good father ;
- And With the most noble bottom of our fleet, heavens so shine,
That very envy, and the tongue of loss, That they may fairly note this act of mine ! Cry'd fame and honour on him.- What's the
When your young nephew Titus lost his leg :
Here in the streets, desperate of shame, and state,
In private brabble did we apprehend him. SCENE I.—The Street before Olivia's House.
Vio. He did me kindness, sir ; drew on my side ;
But, in conclusion, put strange speech upon me. Enter Clown and FABIAN.
I know not what 'twas, but distraction. Fab. Now, as thou lovest me, let me see his letter. Duke. Notable pirate ? thou salt-water thief!
Clo. Good master Fabian, grant me another re- What foolish boldness brought thee to their mercies quest.
Whom thou, in terms so bloody, ani so dear, Fab. Any thing:
Hast made thine enemies ? Clo. Do not desire to see this letter.
Orsino, noble sir, Fab. That is, to give a dog, and, in recompense, Be pleas'd that I shake off these names you give me ; desire my dog again.
Antonio never yet was thief, or pirate,
Though, I confess, on base and ground enough,
's enemy. A witchcraft drew me hither. Duke. Belong you to the lady Olivia, friends ? That most ingrateful boy there, by your side, Clo. Ay, sir, we are some of her trappings. From the rude sea's enrag'd and foamy mouth
Duke. I know thee well; How dost thou, my Did I redeem ; a wreck past hope he was : good fellow?
His life I gave him, and did thereto add Clo. Truly, sir, the better for my foes, and the My love, without retention, or restraint, worse for my friends.
Alí his in dedication : for his sake, Duke. Just the contrary; the better for thy friends. Did I expose myself, pure for his love, Clo. No, sir, the worse.
Into the danger of this adverse town; Duke. How can that be?
Drew to defend him, when he was beset; Cio. Marry, sir, they praise me, and make an ass Where being apprehended, bis false cunning, of me; now my foes tell me plainly I am an ass : (Not meaning to partake with me in danger,) so that by my fors, sir, I profit in the knowledge of Taught him to face me out of his acquaintance, myself; and by my friends I am abused : so tbat, And grew a twenty-years-removed thing, conclusions to be as kisses, if your four negatives While one would wink; denied me mine own purs., make your two affirmatives, why, then the worse for which I had reconimended to his use my friends, and the better for my foes.
Not half an hour before. Drake. Why, this is excellent.
How can this be! Clo. By my troth, sir, no ; though it please you Duke. When came be to this town? to be one of my friends.
Ant. To-day, my lord ; and for three months Duke. Thou shalt not be the worse for me;
before, there's gold.
(No interim, not a minute's vacancy,) Clo. But that it would be double-dealing, sir, Both day and night did we keep company. would you could make it another.
Enter Olivia and Attendants. Duke. O, you give me ill counsel.
Clo. Put your grace in your pocket, sir, for this Duke. Here comes the countess ; now heavec once, and let your flesh and blood obey it.
walks on earth.Duke. Well, I will be so much a sinn r to be a But for thee, fellow, fellow, thy words are madness : double dealer; there's another.
Three months this youth hath tended upon me; Clo. Primo, secundo, tertio, is a good play; and But more of that anon. — Take him aside. the old saying is, the third pays for all : the triplex, Oli. What would my lord, but that he may not sir, is a good tripping measure ; or the bells of St.
bave, Bennet, sir, may put you in mind; One, two, three. Wherein Olivia may seem serviceable ?
Duke. You can fool no more money out of me Cesario, you do not keep promise with me. at this throw: if you will let your lady know, I am Vio. Madam? bere to speak with her, and bring her along with Duke. Gracious Olivia, vou, it may awake my bounty further.
Oli. What do you say, Cesario ?
-Good my Clo. Marry, sir, lullaby to your bounty, till I
lord, come again. I go, sir ; but I would not bave you Vio. My iord would speak, my duty husbes me. to think, that my desire of having is the sin of Oli. If it be aught to the old tune, my lord, covetousness : but, as you say, sir, let your bounty It is as flat and fulsome to mine ear take a oap, I will awake it anon. [ Exit Clown. I As howling after music.
Vio. My lord, I do protest,
0, do not swear; Duke. Wbat ! 10 jierverseness? you uncivil lady, Hold little faith, though thou hast too much fear. To whose ingrate and inauspicious altars My soul the faithfull st offerings bath breath'd out, Enter Sir AndrEW AGUE-CHEEK, with his head broke. That e'er devotion tender'd! What shall I do? Sir And. For the love of God, a surgeon ; send Oli. Even what it please my lord, that shall be- one presently to Sir Toby. come him.
oli. What's the matter ? Duke. Wby should I not, had I the heart to do it, Sir And. He has broke my head across, and has Like to the Egyptian thief, at point of death, given Sir Toby a bloody coxcomb too : for the love Kill what I love; a savage jealousy,
of God, your help: I had rather than forty pound, That sont time savours nobly?-But hear me this: I were at home. Since you to non-regardance cast my faith,
Oli. Who has done this, Sir Andrew ? And that I partly know the instrument
Sir And. The count's gentleman, ove Cesario : That screws me from my true place in your favour, we took him for a coward, but be's the very devil Live you, the marble breasted tyrant, still;
incardinate. But this your minion, wbom, I know, you love, Duke. My gentleman, Cesaric ? And wbom, by Heaven I swear, I tender dearly, Sir And. Od's lifelings, here he is :-You broke Him will I tear out of that cruel eye,
my head for nothing; and that that I did, I was W bere be sits crowned in his mas'er's spite.- set on to do't by Sir Toby. Come boy, with me; my thoughts are ripe in mis- Vio. Why do you speak to me? I never hurt chief:
you : I'll sacrifice the lamb that I do love,
You drew your sword upon me, without cause; To spite a raven's heart within a dove. (Going. But I bespake you fair, and hurt you not.
Vio. And I, most jocund, apt, and willingly, Sir And. If a bloody coxcomb be a hurt, you To do you rest, a thousand deaths would die. have hurt me ; I think, you set nothing by a bloody
(Following coxcomb. Oli. Where goes Cesario 1 Vio.
After bim I love,
Enter Sir Toby Belcu, drunk, led by the Clown. More than I love these eyes, more than my life, Here comes Sir Toby halting, you shall hear more : More, by all mores, than e'er I shall love wife : but if he had not been in drink, he would have If I do feign, you witnesses above,
tickled you othergates than he did. Punish my life, for tainting of my love!
Duke. How now, gentleman, bow is't with you? Oli. Ab me, detested! how am I beguil'd! Sir To. That's all one ; he has hurt me, and Vio. Who does beguile you? who does do you there's the end on't.-Sot, did’st see Dick surgeon, wrong?
sot? Oli. Hast thou forgot thyself? Is it so long ?
Clo. O he's drunk, Sir Toby, an hour agone; his Call forth the boly father. [Exit an Attendant. eyes were set at eiglit i'the morning. Duke.
Come away. (To Viola. Sir To. Then he's a rogue. After a passy-mea. Oli. Whither, my lord? Cesario, husbaud, stay. sure, or a pavin, I hate a drunken rogue. Duke. Husband ?
Oli. Away with bim : Who hath made this baOli.
Ay, hushand, can be that deny ? voc with them? Duke. Her husband, sirrah ?
Sir And. I'll help you, Sir Toby, because we'll Vio.
No, my lord, not 1. be dressed together. Oli. Alas, it is the baseness of thy fear,
Sir To. Will you help an ass-head, and a core That makes thee strangle thy propriety :
comb, and a knave? a thin-faced knave, a gull ? Fear Lot, Cesario, take thy fortunes up;
Oli. Get him to bed, and let his burt be look'd to. Be :Sat thou know'st thou art, and tben thou art
[Exeunt Clown, Sir Toby, and Sir ANDREV. As great as that thou fear'st.-0, welcome, father!
Seb. I am sorry, madam, I have hurt your kins Father, I charge thee, by thy reverence,
man ; Here to unfold (though letely we intended But, had it been the brother of my blood, To keep in darkness, what occasion now
I must bare done n. less, with wit and safety. Reveals before 'uis ripe) what thou dost know, You throv a strange regard upon me, and Hath Dewly past between this youth and me. By that I do perceive it hath offended you ;
Priest. Á contract of eternal bond of love, Pardon me, sweet one, even for the vows Confirm'd by mutual joinder of vour hands,
We made each other but so late ago. Attested by the holy close of lips,
Duke. One face, one voice, one l.abit, and two Strengthen'd by interchangement of your rings :
persons; And all the ceremony of this compact
A natural perspective, that is, and is not. Se:l'd in my function, by my testimony :
Seb. Antonio, O my dear Antonio! Since when, my watch bath told me, toward my How have the hours rack'd and tortur’d me, grave,
Since I have lost thee. I have travelled but two hours.
Ant. Sebastian are you? Duke. O, thou dissembliug cub! what wilt thou Seb.
Fear'st thou ihat, Antonio? be,
Ant. How have you made division of yourself ?-When time hath sow'd a grizzle on thy case ? An apple, cleft in two, is not more twin Or will not else thy craft so quickly grow, Than ihese two creatures. Which is Sebastian? That tbine own trip shall be thine overthrow ? Oli. Most wonderful ! Farewell, and take her; but direct thy feet,
Seb. Do I stand there ? I never had a brother: ly here thou and I benceforth may bever meet. Nor e an ibere be that deity in my natu' e. G