the olive in my hand; my words are as full of peace as matter. Oli. Yet you began rudely. What are you? what would you? Vio. The rudeness that hath appeared in me 230 have I learned from my entertainment. What I am, and what I would, are as secret as maidenhead; to your ears, divinity, to any other's, profanation. Oli. Give us the place alone : we will hear this divinity. [Exeunt Maria and Attendants.] Now, sir, what is your text? Vio. Most sweet lady, Oli. A comfortable doctrine, and much may be said of it. Where lies your text? Vio. In Orsino's bosom. Oli. In his bosom ! In what chapter of his bosom? Vio. To answer by the method, in the first of his heart. Oli. O, I have read it: it is heresy. Have you no more to say? Vio. Good madam, let me see your face. 240 Oli. Have you any commission from your lord to negotiate with my face? You are now out of 250 your text but we will draw the curtain and show you the picture. Look you, sir, such a one I was this present: is 't not well done? [Unveiling. Vio. Excellently done, if God did all. Oli. 'Tis in grain, sir; 'twill endure wind and weather. Vio. 'Tis beauty truly blent, whose red and white 231. entertainment, treatment in this house. 252. such a one I was this present, this picture shows what I was all this time. But the emendation 'as this present' eases the sentence. 255. in grain, painted in 'fast' colours. Nature's own sweet and cunning hand laid on: If you will lead these graces to the grave Oli. O, sir, I will not be so hard-hearted; I will give out divers schedules of my beauty: it shall be inventoried, and every particle and utensil labelled to my will: as, item, two lips, indifferent red; item, two grey eyes, with lids to them; item, one neck, one chin, and so forth. Were you sent hither to praise me? Vio. I see you what you are, you are too proud; But, if you were the devil, you are fair. My lord and master loves you: O, such love Could be but recompensed, though you were crown'd The nonpareil of beauty! Oli. How does he love me? Vio. With adorations, fertile tears, With groans that thunder love, with sighs of fire. Yet I suppose him virtuous, know him noble, Vio. If I did love you in my master's flame, In your denial I would find no sense; I would not understand it. Oli. Why, what would you? Vio. Make me a willow cabin at your gate, 279. In voices well divulged, well reputed in the popular voice. 260 270 280 279. free, gracious. 284. deadly, death-bringing. And call upon my soul within the house; And sing them loud even in the dead of night; Oli. What is your parentage? You might do much. 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 send no more; I thank you for your pains: Fare you well: spend this for me. Vio. I am no fee'd post, lady; keep your purse: My master, not myself, lacks recompense. Love make his heart of flint that you shall love; [Exit. Oli. 'What is your parentage?' Unless the master were the man. How now! 290 300 310 289. cantons, love songs. active), reverberant. 312. blazon, coat-of-arms. To creep in at mine eyes. Well, let it be. What ho, Malvolio! Mal. Re-enter MALVOLIO. Here, madam, at your service. Oli. Run after that same peevish messenger, [Exit. Oli. I do I know not what, and fear to find 320 [Exit. 330 ACT II. SCENE I. The sea-coast. Enter ANTONIO and SEBASTIAN. Ant. Will you stay no longer? nor will you not that I go with you? Seb. By your patience, no. My stars shine darkly over me: the malignancy of my fate might perhaps distemper yours; therefore I shall crave of you your leave that I may bear my evils alone: it were a bad recompense for your love, to lay any of them on you. 320. county's, count's. 329. owe, own. II. 1. The time of this scene is later than that of ii. 2. On Ant. Let me yet know of you whither you are bound. Seb. No, sooth, sir: my determinate voyage is mere extravagancy. But I perceive in you so excellent a touch of modesty, that you will not extort from me what I am willing to keep in; therefore it charges me in manners the rather to express myself. You must know of me then, Antonio, my name is Sebastian, which I called Roderigo. My father was that Sebastian of Messaline, whom I know you have heard of. He left behind him myself and a sister, both born in an hour: if the heavens had been pleased, would we had so ended! but you, sir, alter'd that; for some hour before you took me from the breach of the sea was my sister drowned. Ant. Alas the day! ΤΟ 20 Seb. A lady, sir, though it was said she much resembled me, was yet of many accounted beautiful! but, though I could not with such estimable wonder overfar believe that, yet thus far I will boldly publish her; she bore a mind that envy 30 could not but call fair. She is drowned already, sir, with salt water, though I seem to drown her remembrance again with more. Ant. Pardon me, sir, your bad entertainment. Seb. O good Antonio, forgive me your trouble. Ant. If you will not murder me for my love, let me be your servant. Seb. If you will not undo what you have done, that is, kill him whom you have recovered, desire it not. Fare ye well at once: my bosom is full of kindness, and I am yet so near the manners of my mother, that upon the least occasion more the breaking waves. 28. estimable, admiring. II. determinate, determined. 23. breach, breaking; from 40 |