To do you rest, a thousand deaths would die.
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!

Oli. Ay me, detested! how am I beguiled!
Vio. Who does beguile you? who does do you
wrong?

Oli. Hast thou forgot thyself? is it so long?
Call forth the holy father.

Duke.

Come, away!

Oli. Whither, my lord? Cesario, husband, stay.
Duke. Husband!

Oli.

Ay, husband can he that deny?

Duke. Her husband, sirrah!
Vio.

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
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,
Confirm'd by mutual joinder of your hands,

136. To do you rest, to give disavow thy own proper state. you rest of mind.

150. strangle thy propriety,

160. joinder, joining.

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150

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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 travell'd 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

Oli.

O, do not swear! Hold little faith, though thou hast too much fear.

Enter SIR ANDREW.

Sir And. For the love of God, a surgeon! Send one presently to Sir Toby.

Oli. What's the matter?

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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 180I 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.

163. ceremony; pronounced cer'mony.'

168. grizzle, grey hairs.

168. case, skin.

179. coxcomb, pate, head. 185. incardinate, incarnate.

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.

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

Enter SIR TOBY and CLOWN.

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: has hurt me, and there's the end on 't. Sot, didst see Dick surgeon, sot?

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?

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Sir And. I'll help you, Sir Toby, because we'll 210 be dressed together.

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 [Exeunt Clown, Fabian, Sir Toby, and Sir Andrew.

to.

192. bespake, spoke, answered. 194. set nothing by, take no account of.

198. othergates, otherwise. 206. passy measures, a corruption of the Italian passameszo,

a slow dance.

207. pavin, a grave stately dance. This is the reading of F2 for 'panyn' F1, an unknown word. Coherent meaning need not be demanded from Sir Toby 'in drink,'

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.

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 tortured me,
Since I have lost thee!

Ant. Sebastian are you?

Seb.

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.

Oli. Most wonderful!

Seb. Do I stand there?

Which is Sebastian?

I never had a brother ;

Nor can there be that deity in my nature,

Of here and every where. I had a sister,

Whom the blind waves and surges have devour'd.
Of charity, what kin are you to me?

What countryman ? what name? what parentage?
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.

Seb.

A spirit I am indeed;

224. perspective, delusion of or lenses. the sight; commonly some de

lusive arrangement of mirrors

228. fear'st, doubtest.

241. suited, apparelled.

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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.
Seb. And so had mine.

Vio. And died that day when Viola from her birth Had number'd thirteen years.

Seb. O, that record is lively in my soul !
He finished indeed his mortal act
That day that made my sister thirteen years.
Vio. If nothing lets to make us happy both
But this my masculine usurp'd attire,
Do not embrace me till each circumstance
Of place, time, fortune, do cohere and jump
That I am Viola: which to confirm,
I'll bring you to a captain in this town,
Where lie my maiden weeds; by whose gentle help
I was preserved to serve this noble count.
All the occurrence of my fortune since

Hath been between this lady and this lord.

Seb. [To Olivia] So comes it, lady, you have been mistook :

But nature to her bias drew in that.

You would have been contracted to a maid;
Nor are you therein, by my life, deceived,
You are betroth'd both to a maid and man.

Duke. Be not amazed; right noble is his blood.

If this be so, as yet the glass seems true,
I shall have share in this most happy wreck.
[To Viola] Boy, thou hast said to me a thousand

times

244. dimension, bodily form.

ib. grossly, substantially. 256. lets, hinders.

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259. jump, agree.

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272. glass, the 'perspective referred to in line 224.

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