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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.


Come away!
Oli. Whither, my lord? Cesario, husband, stay.
Duke. Husband!
Ay, husband can he that deny
Duke. Her husband, sirrah!


No, my lord, not I.
Oli. Alas! it is the baseness of thy fear
That makes thee strangle thy propriety.
Fear not, Cesario; take thy fortunes up;
Be that thou know'st thou art, and then thou art be dressed together.
As great as that thou fear'st.

Enter Priest.

O welcome, father!
Father, I charge thee, by thy reverence,
Here to unfold, though lately we intended
To keep in darkness what occasion now
Reveals before 'tis ripe, what thou dost know
Hath newly pass'd between this youth and me.

Priest. A contract of eternal bond of love, 160
Confirm'd by mutual joinder of your hands,
Attested by the holy close of lips,
Strengthen'd by interchangement of your rings;
And all the ceremony of this compact
Seal'd in my function, by my testimony:
Since when, my watch hath told me, toward
my grave

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?
Or will not else thy craft so quickly grow
That thine own trip shall be thine overthrow?
Farewell, and take her; but direct thy feet
Where thou and I henceforth may never meet.
Vio. My lord, I do protest,-
O do not swear:
Hold little faith, though thou hast too much fear.


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
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.

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.

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Ant. Sebastian are you?


Fear'st thou that, Antonio?
Ant. How have you made division of yourself?
An apple cleft in two is not more twin
Than these two creatures. Which is Sebastian?
Oli. Most wonderful!

Seb. Do I stand there? I never had a brother;
Nor can there be that deity in my nature,
Of here and every where. I had a sister,


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;
Such a Sebastian was my brother too,
So went he suited to his watery tomb.
If spirits can assume both form and suit
You come to fright us.


A spirit I am indeed;
But am in that dimension grossly clad
Which from the womb I did participate.
Were you a woman, as the rest goes even,
I should my tears let fall upon your cheek,
And say 'Thrice welcome, drowned Viola!

Vio. My father had a mole upon his brow. 250
Seb. And so had mine.

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.
Vio. If nothing lets to make us happy both

Here comes Sir Toby halting; you shall hear But this my masculine usurp'd attire,

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And yet, alas! now I remember me,
They say, poor gentleman, he's much distract.
A most extracting frenzy of mine own
From my remembrance clearly banish'd his. 290

Re enter Clown, with a letter, and FABIAN.
How does he, sirrah?

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,
So far beneath your soft and tender breeding,
And since you call'd me master for so long,
Here is my hand: you shall from this time be
Your master's mistress.


A sister! you are she.

Re-enter FABIAN, with MALVOLIO,
Duke. Is this the madman ?

How now, Malvolio!
Mal. Madam, you have done me wrong,
Notorious wrong.


Have I, Malvolio? no. Mal. Lady, you have. Pray you peruse that letter.

You must not now deny it is your hand :
Write from it, if you can, in hand or phrase;
Or say 'tis not your seal nor your invention:
You can say none of this. Well, grant it then,
And tell me, in the modesty of honour,
Why you have given me such clear lights of

Ay, my lord, this same.


Bade me come smiling and cross-garter'd to you,
To put on yellow stockings, and to frown
Upon Sir Toby and the lighter people;
And, acting this in an obedient hope,
Why have you suffer'd me to be imprison'd, 354
Kept in a dark house, visited by the priest,
And made the most notorious geck and gull
That e'er invention play'd on? tell me why.

Oli. Alas Malvolio, this is not my writing,
Though, I confess, much like the character;
But, out of question, 'tis Maria's hand:
And now I do bethink me, it was she
First told me thou wast mad; then cam'st in

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.
Good madam, hear me speak,
And let no quarrel nor no brawl to come
Taint the condition of this present hour,
Which I have wonder'd at. In hope it shall not,
Most freely I confess, myself and Toby
Set this device against Malvolio here,
Upon some stubborn and uncourteous parts
We had conceiv'd against him. Maria writ
The letter at Sir Toby's great importance;
In recompense whereof he hath married her.
How with a sportful malice it was follow'd,

May rather pluck on laughter than revenge
If that the injuries be justly weigh'd
That have on both sides pass'd.


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.
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,
With hey, ho, the wind and the rain;
A foolish thing was but a toy,
For the rain it raineth every day.

But when I came, alas! to wire,

With hey, ho, the wind and the rain;
By swaggering could I never thrive,
For the rain it raineth every day.



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;
With toss-pots still had drunken heads,
For the rain it raineth every day.


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
us we will be justified in our loves: for indeed,-
Cam. Beseech you,-
Arch. Verily, I speak it in the freedom of my



LEONTES, King of Sicilia.
MAMILLIUS, young Prince of Sicilia.



Lords of Sicilia.

POLIXENES, King of Bohemia.
FLORIZEL, Prince 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,
With hey, ho, the wind and the rain;
But that's all one, our play is done,
And we'll strive to please you every day.


Clown, his Son.
A Mariner.

A Gaoler.


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
MILLIUS, CAMILLO, and Attendants.
Pol. Nine changes of the watery star have been
The shepherd's note since we have left our throne
Without a burden: time as long again
Would be fill'd up, my brother, with our thanks;
And yet we should for perpetuity
Go hence in debt; and therefore, like a cipher,
Yet standing in rich place, I multiply
With one 'We thank you' many thousands more
That go before it.

Stay your thanks awhile,
And pay them when you part.

Sir, that's to-morrow. 10
I am question'd by my fears, of what may chance
Or breed upon our absence; that may blow
No sneaping winds at home, to make us say,


This is put forth too truly!' Besides, I have stay'd

No longer stay.

To tire your royalty.
We are tougher, brother,
Than you can put us to 't.
Leon. One seven-night longer.
Very sooth, to-morrow.
Leon. We'll part the time between's then;
and in that
I'll no gainsaying.

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,
Were there necessity in your request, although
'Twere needful I denied it. My affairs
Do even drag me homeward; which to hinder
Were in your love a whip to me; my stay
To you a charge and trouble: to save both,
Farewell, our brother.

Leon. Tongue-tied, our queen? speak you.
Her. I had thought, sir, to have held my peace

You had drawn oaths from him not to stay.
You, sir,
Charge him too coldly tell him, you are sure 30
All in Bohemia's well: this satisfaction

The borrow of a week. When at Bohemia
You take my lord, I'll give him my commission
To let him there a month behind the gest
Prefix'd for 's parting: yet, good deed, Leontes,
I love thee not a jar o' the clock behind
What lady she her lord. You'll stay?

No, madam.

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Your guest then, madam:
To be your prisoner should import offending;
Which is for me less easy to commit
Than you to punish.

Not your gaoler then,
But your kind hostess. Come, I'll question you
Of my lord's tricks and yours when you were boys:
You were pretty lordings then.


We were, fair queen,
Two lads that thought there was no more behind
But such a day to-morrow as to-day,
And to be boy eternal.

Iler. 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
Was innocence for innocence; we knew not
The doctrine of ill-doing, no, nor dream'd
That any did. Had we pursu'd that life,
And our weak spirits ne'er been higher rear'd
With stronger blood, we should have answer'd


Boldly not guilty;' the imposition clear'd
Hereditary ours.

By this we gather
You have tripp'd since.
O! my most sacred lady,
Temptations have since then been born to 's; for
In those unfledg'd days was my wife a girl;
Your precious self had then not cross'd the eyes
Of my young play fellow.


Grace to boot!
Of this make no conclusion, lest you say,
Your queen and I are devils; yet, go on:
The offences we have made you do we'll answer;
If you first sinn'd with us, and that with us
You did continue fault, and that you slipp'd not
With any but with us.

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Giving her hand to POLIXENES.
Leon. Aside.
Too hot, too hot!
To mingle friendship far is mingling bloods.
I have tremor cordis on me: my heart dances; 110
But not for joy; not joy. This entertainment
May a free face put on, derive a liberty
From heartiness, from bounty, fertile bosom,
And well become the agent: 't may, I grant;
But to be paddling palms, and pinching fingers,
As now they are, and making practis'd smiles,
As in a looking-glass; and then to sigh, as 'twere
The mort o' the deer; O! that is entertainment
My bosom likes not, nor my brows. Mamillius,
Art thou my boy?
Ay, my good lord.



I' fecks! Why, that's my bawcock. What! hast smutch'd thy nose?

They say it's a copy out of mine. Come, captain,
We must be neat; not neat, but cleanly, captain:
And yet the steer, the heifer, and the calf,
Are all call'd neat. Still virginalling
Upon his palm! How now, you wanton calf!
Art thou my calf?
Yes, if you will, my lord.
Leon. Thou want'st a rough pash and the
shoots that I have,


Affection! thy intention stabs the centre:
Thou dost make possible things not so held,
Communicat'st with dreams;-how can this


With what's unreal thou co-active art,

And fellow'st nothing: then 'tis very credent
Thou may'st co-join with something; and thou

And that beyond commission, and I find it,
And that to the infection of my brains
And hardening of my brows.

What means Sicilia ?
Her. He something seems unsettled.
How, my lord!
What cheer? how is 't with you, best brother?
You look
As if you held a brow of much distraction:
Are you mov'd, my lord?


No, in good earnest. 150
How sometimes nature will betray its folly,
Its tenderness, and make itself a pastime
To harder bosoms! Looking on the lines
Of my boy's face, methoughts I did recoil
Twenty-three years, and saw myself unbreech'd,
In my green velvet coat, my dagger muzzled,
Lest it should bite its master, and so prove,
As ornaments oft do, too dangerous :
How like, methought, I then was to this kernel,
This squash, this gentleman. Mine honest friend,
Will you take eggs for money?


Mam. No, my lord, I'll fight.

Leon. You will! why, happy man be's dole!
My brother,

Are you so fond of your young prince as we
Do seem to be of ours?

If at home, sir,
He's all my exercise, my mirth, my matter,
Now my sworn friend and then mine enemy;
My parasite, my soldier, statesman, all:
He makes a July's day short as December,
And with his varying childness cures in me
Thoughts that would thick my blood.
So stands this squire
Offic'd with me. We two will walk, my lord,
And leave you to your graver steps. Hermione,
How thou lov'st us, show in our brother's

Let what is dear in Sicily be cheap.
Next to thyself and my young rover, he's
Apparent to my heart.



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


Though you perceive me not how I give line.
Go to, go to!

How she holds up the neb, the bill to him!
And arms her with the boldness of a wife
To her allowing husband!


To be full like me: yet they say we are
Almost as like as eggs; women say so,
That will say any thing: but were they false
As o'er-dyed blacks, as wind, as waters, false
As dice are to be wish'd by one that fixes
No bourn 'twixt his and mine, yet were it true
To say this boy were like me. Come, sir page,
Look on me with your welkin eye: sweet villain!
Most dear'st! my collop! Can thy dam?

Gone already!
Inch-thick, knee-deep, o'er head and ears a
fork'd one!

Go play, boy, play; thy mother plays, and I
Play too, but so disgrac'd a part, whose issue
Will hiss me to my grave: contempt and clamour

may 't be?

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