And in dimenfion, and the fhape of Nature,
A gracious perfon; but yet I cannot love him:
He might have took his answer long ago.

Vio. If I did love you in my Master's flame,
With fuch a fuffering, fuch a deadly life,
In your denial I would find no fenfe:

I would not understand it.

Oli. Why, what would

you do?

Vio. Make me a willow cabin at your gate,
And call upon my foul within the house;
Write loyal cantos of contemned love,
And fing them loud even in the dead of night;
(4)Hollow your name to the reverberant hills,
And make the babling goffip of the air
Cry out Olivia! O, you fhould not rest
Between the elements of air and earth,
But you fhould pity me.

Oli. You might do much :

What is your parentage?

Vio. Above my fortunes, yet my state is well: I am a gentleman.

Oli. Get you to your Lord:

I cannot love him: let him fend no more;
Unlefs, perchance, you come to me again,
To tell me how he takes it. Fare you well:
I thank you for your pains; fpend this for me.
Vio. I am no feed poft, Lady; keep your purfe:
My mafter, not myself, lacks recompence.

Love make his heart of flint that you fhall love,
And let your fervour, like my master's, be
Placed in contempt! Farewel, fair cruelty. [Exit.
Oli. What is your parentage?

"Above my fortunes, yet my ftate is well:

(4) Hollow your name to the reverberate hills.] I have, against the authority of the printed copies, corrected reverberant. The adjective passive makes nonfenfe.

'll be fworn thou art.

"I am a gentleman."-
Thy tongue, thy face, thy limbs, actions, and ipirit,
Do give thee five-fold blazon----not too fast----foft!
Unless the mafter were the man.--How now ?[soft!
Even fo quickly may one catch the plague?
Methinks I feel this youth's perfections,
With an invifible and fubtile stealth,
Το creep in at mine eyes. Well, let it be
What ho, Malvolio.-

Enter MALVOLIO.

Mal. Here, Madam, at your fervice.
Oli. Run after that fame peevish messenger,
The Duke's man; he left this ring behind him,
Would I or not: tell him I'll none of it.
Defire him not to flatter with his Lord,

Nor hold him up with hopes; I am not for him:
If that the youth will come this way to-morrow,
I'll give him reafons for't. Hye thee, Malvolio.
Mal. Madam, I will.
[Exit.
Oli. I do I know not what; and fear to find
Mine eye too great a flatterer for my mind:
Fate fhew thy force; ourselves we do not owe;
What is decreed muft be; and be this fo!

[Exit.

ACT

II.

SCENE, the Street.

Enter ANTONIO and SEBASTIAN.

ANTONIO.

WILL you flay no longer? nor will you not that I go with you?

Sb. By your patience, no: my ftars fhine darkly over me: the malignancy of my fate migi.t

perhaps diftemper yours; therefore I fhall crave of you your leave, that I may bear my evils alone. It' were a bad recompenfe for your love to lay any of them on you.

Ant. Let me yet know of you whither you are

bound.

Seb. No, footh, Sir; my determinate voyage is mere extravagancy; but I perceive in you fo excellent a touch of modefty, that you will not extort from me what I am willing to keep in : therefore it charges me in mauners the rather to exprefs. myfelf. You muit know me then, Antonio, my name is Sebaftian, which I called Roderigo; my father was that Sebaftian of Mellaline, whom I know you have heard of. He left behind him myfelf and a fifter, both born in one hour; if the heavens had been pleafed, would we had fo ended! but you, Sir, altered that; for, fome hour before you took me from the breach of the sea, was my filler drowned.

Ant. Alas, the day!

Seb. A lady, Sir, tho' it was faid fhe much refembled me, was yet of many accounted beautiful; but tho' I could not with fuch eitimable wonder over far believe that, yet thus far I will boldly publifh her, the bore a mind that Envy could not but call fair fhe is drowned already, Sir, with falt water, tho' I feem to drown her remembrance again. with more.

Ant. Pardon me, Sir, your bad cntertainment.. Seb. O good Antonio, forgive me your trouble.. Ant. If you will not murder me for my love, let me be your fervant.

Seb. If you will not undo what you have done, that is, kill him whom you have recovered, defire it not. Fare ye well at once; my bofom is full of

kindness, and I am yet fo near the manners of my
mother, that upon the leaft occafion more, mine
eyes will tell tales of me: I am bound to the Duke
Orfino's court: farewel.
[Exit.
Ant. The gentleness of all the gods go with thee!
I have made enemies in Orfino's court,

Elfe would I very fhortly fee thee there:
But come what may, I do adore thee fo,
That danger fhall feem fport, and I will go. [Exit.
Enter VIOLA and MALVOLIO, at feveral Doors.

Mal. Were not you e'en now with the Countess Olivia?

Vio. Even now, Sir: on a moderate pacc I have fance arrived but hither.

Mal. She returns this ring to you, Sir; you might have faved me my pains, to have taken it away yourself. She adds moreover, that you fhould put your Lord into a defperate affurance the will none of him. And one thing more, that you be never fo hardy to come again in his affairs, unless it be to report your Lord's taking of this: receive it fo. Vio. She took the ring of me, I'll none of it. Mat. Come, Sir, you peevishly threw it to her, and her will is it thould be fo returned: if it be worth ftooping for, there it lyes in your eye; if not, be it his that finds it.

[Exit.
Vio. I left no ring with her; what means this lady?
Fortune forbid my outfide have not charin'd her!
She made good view of me; indeed fo much,
That fure methought her eyes had lost her tongue,
For the did fpeak in ftarts distractedly:

She loves me fure; the cunning of her paffion
Invites me in this churlith meflenger.

None of my Lord's ring? why, he fent her none.
I am the man-----if it be so, (as 'tis);

Poor lady, he were better love a dream.

Difguife, I fee thou art a wickedness,
Wherein the pregnant enemy does much.
How eafy is it for the proper false

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In womens waxen hearts to fet their forms!
Alas, our frailty is the caufe, not we,
For fuch as we are made, if fuch we be,

How will this fadge? my mafter loves her dearly,
And I, poor monfter, fond as much on him;
And fhe, mistaken, seems to doat on me :
What will become of this? as I am a man,
My ftate is defperate for my master's love;
As I am a woman, (now, alas the day!)
What thriftlefs fighs fhall peor Olivia breathe?
O Time, thou muft entangle this, not I;.
It is too hard a knot for me t' unty.

SCENE,, changes to Olivia's House.

Enter Sir TOBY, and Sir ANDREW.

Sir To. Approach,, Sir Andrew, not to be a-bed after midnight, is to be up betimes; and diluculo furgere, thou know'ft,

Sir And. Nay, by my troth, I know not: but I know, to be up late, is to be up late.

Sir To. A falfe conclufion: I hate it, as an unfilled cann; to be up after midnight, and to go to: bed then, is early; fo that to go to bed after midnight, is to go to bed betimes.. Does not our life confilt of the four elements?

Sirnd. 'Faith, fo they fay; but, I think, it rather confifts of eating and drinking.

Sir To. Th'art a fcholar, let us therefore eat and drink.. Maria! I fay,- --a stoop of wine.

Enter Clown..

Sir And. Here comes the fool, i'faith.