Three months this youth hath tended upon me;
But more of that anon.- -Take him aside.

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Oli. What would my lord, but that he may not have,

Wherein Olivia may seem serviceable ?

Cesario, you do not keep promise with me.

Vio. Madain?

Duke. Gracious Olivia,

Oli. What do you say, Cesario ?

lord,

Good my

Vio. My lord would speak, my duty hushes me. Oli. If it be ought to the old tune, my lord,

It is as fat and fulsome to mine ear,

As howling after musick.

Duke. Still so cruel?

Oli. Still so constant, lord.

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Duke. What, to perverseness? you uncivil lady, To whose ingrate and unauspicious altars

My soul the faithfull'st offerings hath breath'd out, That e'er devotion tender'd! What shall I do?

Oli. Even what it please my lord, that shall become him.

Duke. Why should I not, had I the heart to do it, Like to the Egyptian thief, at point of death, Kill what I love; a savage jealousy,

That sometimes savours nobly? But hear me this: Since you to non-regardance cast my faith,

And that I partly know the instrument,

Live

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That screws me from my true place in your favour, you, the marble-breasted tyrant, still; 3

But

But this your minion, whom, I know, you love,
And whom, by heaven I swear, I tender dearly,
Him will I tear out of that cruel eye,

Where he sits crowned in his master's spight.—
Come, boy, with me; my thoughts are ripe in mis-

chief:

I'll sacrifice the lamb that I do love,

To spight a raven's heart within a dove.

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[Going.

Vio. And I, most jocund, apt, and willingly,

To do you rest, a thousand deaths would die.

[Following.

Oli. Where goes Cesario?

Vio. After him I love,

More than I love these eyes, more than my life,
More, by all mores, than e'er I shall love wife :
If I do feign, you witnesses above,

Punish my life, for tainting of my love!

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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 thy holy father.

Duke. Come, away.

[TO VIOLA.

Oli. Whither, my lord?-Cesario, husband, stay.

Duke. Husband?

Duke. Her husband, sirrah?

Oli. Ay, husband; Can he that deny?

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Vio. No, my lord, not I.

Oli. Alas, it is the baseness of thy fear, That makes thee strangle thy propriety:

Fear

Fear not, Cesario, take thy fortunes up;

Be that thou know'st thou art, and then thou art As great as that thou fear'st.—O welcome, father!

Enter Priest.

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 past between this youth and me.

Priest. A contract of eternal bond of love,
Confirm'd by mutual joindure 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:

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Since when, my watch hath told me, toward my grave

I have travell'd but two hours.

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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 ? Farewel, and take her; but direct thy feet, Where thou and I henceforth may never meet. Vio. My lord, I do protest,

Oli. O, do not swear;

Hold little faith, though thou hast too much fear.

Enter Sir ANDREW, with his Head broke.

Sir And. For the love of God, a surgeon; and send one presently to Sir Toby. 180

Oli. What's the matter?

Sir And. H'as broke my head across, and 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 incar dinate.

Duke. My gentleman, Cesario?

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Sir And. Od's lifelings, here he is:You broke and that that I did, I was set

my head for nothing

on to do't by Sir Toby.

Vio. Why do you speak to me? I never hurt you: You drew your sword upon me, without cause; But I bespake you fair, and hurt you not.

have

Sir And. If a bloody coxcomb be a hurt, you hurt me ; I think, you set nothing by a bloody cox

comb.

Enter Sir TOBY, drunk, led by the Clown.

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Here comes Sir Toby halting, you shall hear 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; he has hurt me, and there's an end on't. Sot, didst see Dick surgeon, sot?

Clo. O he's drunk, Sir Toby, above an hour agone; his eyes were set at eight i'the morning.

Sir To. Then he's a rogue, and a passy-measure pavin:

I hate a drunken rogue.

Oli. Away with him: Who hath made this havock with them?

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Sir And. I'll help you, Sir Toby, because we'll be drest together.

Sir To. Will you help an ass-head, and a coxcomb, and a knave; a thin-fac'd knave, a gull?

[Exeunt Clown, Sir TOBY, and Sir ANDREW. Oli. Get him to bed, and let his hurt be look'd to.

Enter SEBASTIAN.

Seb. I am sorry, madam, I have hurt your kinsman; But, had it been the brother of my blood,

I must have done no less, with wit, and safety.
You throw a strange regard upon me, and
By that I do perceive it hath offended you;
Pardon me, sweet one, even for the vows

We made each other but so late ago.

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Duke. One face, one voice, one habit, and two

persons;

A natural perspective, that is, and is not!

Seb. Antonio, O my dear Antonio !

How have the hours rack'd and tortur'd me,

Since I have lost thee?