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Duke. Thou dost speak masterly:

My life upon't, young though thou art, thine eye
Hath stay'd upon some favour that it loves;

Hath it not, boy?

Vio. A little, by your favour.

Duke. What kind of woman is't?

Vio. Of your complexion.

Duke. She is not worth thee then. What years, i'faith?

Vio. About your years, my lord.

Duke. Too old, by heaven; Let still the woman

take

An elder than herself; so wears she to him,
So sways she level in her husband's heart.
For, boy, however we do praise ourselves,
Our fancies are more giddy and unfirm,
More longing, wavering, sooner lost and worn,
Than women's are.

Vio. I think it well, my lord.

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Duke. Then let thy love be younger than thyself, Or thy affection cannot hold the bent:

For women are as roses; whose fair flower,
Being once display'd, doth fall that very hour.
Vio. And so they are: alas, that they are so;
To die, even when they to perfection grow!

Re-enter CURIO, and Clown.

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Duke. O fellow, come, the song we had last night :Mark it, Cesario; it is old, and plain :

The spinsters and the knitters in the sun,

And

And the free maids that weave their thread with

bones,

Do use to chaunt it; it is silly sooth,

And dallies with the innocence of love,

Come away, come away, death,
And in sad cypress let me be laid ;'
Fly away, fly away, breath;

I am slain by a fair cruel maid.
My shroud of white, stuck all with yew,
O, prepare it;

My part of death no one so true
Did share it.

On

Not a flower, not a flower sweet,

my black coffin let there be strewn ;

Not a friend, not a friend greet

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My poor corpse, where my bones shall be thrown:

A thousand thousand sighs to save,

Lay me, O! where

Sad true-love never find my grave,.
To weep there.

Duke. There's for thy pains.

Clo. No pains, sir; I take pleasure in singing, sir.

Duke.

Duke. I'll pay thy pleasure then.

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Clo. Truly, sir, and pleasure will be paid, one time or other.

Duke. Give me now leave to leave thee.

Clo. Now, the melancholy god protect thee; and the tailor make 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.Farewel.

Duke. Let all the rest give place..

Once more, Cesario,

[Exit.

Get thee to yon same sovereign cruelty:

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[Exeunt.

Tell her, my love, more noble than the world,
Prizes not quantity of dirty lands;

The parts that fortune hath bestow'd upon hér,
Tell her, I hold as giddily as fortune;

But 'tis that miracle, and queen of gems,
That nature pranks her in, `attracts my soul,
Vio. But, if she cannot love you, sir?-
Duke. I cannot be so answer'd,

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Vio. 'Sooth, but you must.

Say, that some lady, as, perhaps, there is,
Hath for your love as great a pang of heart
As you have for Olivia: you cannot love her;
You tell her so; Must she not then be answer'd?
Duke. There is no woman's sides,

Can bide the beating of so strong a passion,
As love doth give my heart: no woman's heart -

So

So big, to hold so much; they lack retention.
Alas, their love may be call'd appetite,-

No motion of the liver, but the palate,-
That suffer surfeit, cloyment, and revolt;
But mine is all as hungry as the sea,
And can digest as much: make no compare
Between that love a woman can bear me,
And that I owe Olivia.

Vio. Ay, but I know,—

Duke. What dost thou know?

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Vio. Too well what love women to men may owe?

In faith, they are as true of heart as we.

My father had a daughter lov'd a man,

As it might be, perhaps, were I a woman,
I should your lordship.

Duke. And what's her history?

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Vio. A blank, my lord: She never told her love, But let concealment, like a worm i' the bud, Feed on her damask cheek: she pin'd in thought; And, with a green and yellow melancholy,

She sat like patience on a monument,

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Smiling at grief. Was not this love, indeed ?
We men may say more, swear more: but, indeed,
Our shows are more than will; for still we prove
Much in our vows, but little in our love.

Duke. But dy'd thy sister of her love, my boy? Vio. I am all the daughters of my father's house, And all the brothers too ;-and yet I know not :Sir, shall I to this lady?

Duke. Ay, that's the theme.

Το

To her in haste; give her this jewel; say,
My love can give no place, bide no denay.

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[Exeunt.

SCENE V.

OLIVIA'S Garden. Enter Sir TOBY, Sir ANDREW, and FABIAN.

Sir To. Come thy ways, signior Fabian.

Fab. Nay, I'll come; if I lose a scruple of this sport, let me be boil'd 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.

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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.

Enter MARIA.

Sir To. Here comes the little villain :-How now, my nettle 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 idcot of