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Then say, if they be true :-This misshapen knave, †
And deal in her command, without her power:
For this one night; which (part of it,) I'll waste
Cal. I shall be pinch'd to death.
Alon. Is not this Stephano, my drunken but-To hear the story of your life, which must
And promise you calm seas, auspicious gales, And sail so expeditious, that shall catch ?—Your royal fleet far off.-My Ariel ;-chick,That is thy charge; then to the elements Be free, and fare thou well!-[Aside.] Please you, draw near. [Exeunt.
Seb. He is drunk now: Where had he wine? Alon. And Trinculo is reeling ripe: Where should they
Find this grand liquor that hath gilded them
Trin. I have been in such a pickle, since I saw you last, that, I fear me, will never out of my bones: I shall not fear fly-blowing.
Seb. Why, how now, Stephano ?
Ste. O touch me not; I am not Stephano,
Pro. You'd be king of the isle, sirrah?
Cal. Ay, that I will; and I'll be wise here-
And seek for grace: What a thrice-double ass
SPOKEN BY PROSPERO.
Now my charms are all o'erthrown,
noise was supposed to dissolve a spell.
Alon. Now all the blessings
Mira. O wonder !
How many goodly creatures are there here!
Pro. 'Tis new to thee.
Alon. What is this maid, with whom thou
Your eld'st acquaintance cannot be three hours:
Fer. Sir, she's mortal;
But, by immortal Providence, she's mine;
Alon. I am her's:
O look, S 1 prophes This felle
[To FER. and MIR.
fu bis senses.
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Is tight a
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no man ta tune :-CoTrin. If
my head, I Cal. O
How fine m
Is a plain f
And water once a day her chamber round
To pay this debt of love but to a brother,
And lasting, in her sad remembrance.
Duke. O sbe, that hath a heart of that fine Thou shalt present me as an eunuch to him,
Cap. Be you his eunuch, and your mute I'll
Vio. I thank thee: Lead me on.
(Her sweet perfections,) with one self king!-
SCENE II.-The Sea Coast.
Enter VIOLA, CAPTAIN, and Sailors.
Vio. And what should I do in Illyria?
Cap. It is perchance, that you yourself were
Vio. O my poor brother! and so, perchance,
Cap. True, madam; and, to comfort you with
Assure yourself, after our ship did split,
Hung on our driving boat, I saw your brother,
To a strong mast, that lived upon the sea ;
Vio. For saying so, there's gold:
Cap. A noble duke, in nature,
As in bis name.
Vio. What is his name?
He was a bachelor then.
Cap. And so is now,
Or was so very late: for but a month
Ago I went from hence; and then 'twas fresh
Fio. What's she?
Cap. A virtuous maid the daughter of a count That died some twelvemonth since; then leaving
In the protection of his son, her brother,
Vio. O that I served that lady:
Mar. What's that to the purpose?
Sir To. Why, he has three thousand ducats a year.
Mar. Aye, but he'll have but a year in all these ducats; he's a very fool, and a prodigal.
Sir To. Fye, that you'll say so he plays o' the viol-de-gambo, and speaks three or four languages word for word without book, and hath all the good gifts of nature.
Mar. He hath, indeed,-almost natura!: for, besides that he's a fool, he's a great quarreller; and, but that he hath the gift of a coward to allay the gust he hath in quarrelling, 'tis thought
Vio. Orsino! I have heard my father name among the prudent, he would quickly have the
Cap. That were hard to compass; Because she will admit no kind of suit, No, not the duke's.
Pio. There is a fair behaviour in thee, cap
With this thy fair and outward character.
And though that nature with a beauteous wall
[Excunt. SCENE III.-A Room in OLIVIA'S House. Enter Sir TOBY BELCH, and MARIA.
Sir To. What a plague means my niece, to take the death of her brother thus? I am sure care's an enemy to life.
Mar. By troth, Sir Toby, you must come in earlier o'nights; your cousin, my lady, takes great exceptions to your ill hours.
Sir To. Why, let her
pt before excepted. Mar. Ay, but you must confine yourself within the modest limits of order.
Sir To. Contine? I'll contine myself no finer than I am: these clothes are good enough to drink in, and so be these boots too; an they be not, let them hang themselves in their own straps.
Mar. That quaffing and drinking will undo you: I heard my lady talk of it yesterday; and of a foolish knight that you brought in one night here, to be her wooer.
Sir To. Who? Sir Andrew Ague-cheek 1
Sir To. He's as tall a man as any's in
gift of a grave.
Sir To. By this hand, they are scoundrels and substractors that say so of him. Who are they ?
Mar. They that add moreover, he's drunk nightly in your company.
Sir To. With drinking healths to my niece; I'll drink to her, as long as there is a passage in my throat, and drink in Illyria: He's a coward and a coystril, that will not drink to my niece, till his brains turn o' the toe like a parish-top. Š What, wench? Castiliano vulgo; for here comes Sir Andrew Ague-face.
Enter Sir ANDREW AGUE-CHEEK.
Sir And. Sir Toby Belch! how now, Sir Toby Belch ?
Sir To. Sweet Sir Andrew!
Sir And. Bless you, fair shrew.
Mar. And you too, Sir.
Sir To. Accost, Sir Andrew, accost.
Sir To. My niece's chamber-maid.
1 A bastard hawk, or a coward cock. It was customary in every village to keep a large top for the peasants to whip in cold weather.
LITERARY AND HIST
THE lighter seenes of this entertaining comedy are entirel serions portions he was probably indebted to the Hist Bandello. Malone quotes the "Fifth Egtog of Barnaby G now an exceedingly rare book, to show that Shakspeare = Duke sending his page to plead his cause with the lad "This play (says Dr. Johnson,) is in the graver part el quisitely humourous." Its progress is full of spirit, and is pleasingly unravelled in the final catastrophe. The sel very laughably punished; whilst the excesses of Sir Tob and his unqualified good-humour. The sudden attach obstinate repugnance of Olivia: but the romantic nature cheek," gives an interest to her situation, whilst a victim rations of the other, though placed in the same predicam
Enter DUKE, CURIO, LORDS; Musicians
Duke. If music be the food of love, play on;
Oli. Take the fool away.
Clo. Do you not hear, fellows? Take away the lady.
Oli. Go to, you're a dry fool; I'll no more of you besides, you grow dishonest.
Clo. Two faults, madonna, that drink and good counsel will amend for give the dry fool drink, then is the fool not dry; bid the dishonest man mend himself; if he mend, he is no longer dishonest; if he cannot, let the botcher mend him: Any thing that's mended, is but patched virtue, that transgresses, is but patched with sin; and sin, that amends, is but patched with virtue: If that this simple syllogism will serve, so; if it will not, what remedy? As there is no true cuckold but calamity, so beauty's a flower :-the lady bade thee take away the fool; therefore, I say again, take her away.
Oli. Sir, I bade them take away you.
Clo. Misprison in the highest degree!-Lady, Cucullus non facit monachum; that's as much as to say, I wear not motly in my brain. Good madonna, give me leave to prove you a fool.
Oli. Can you do it?
Clo. Dexterously, good madonna.
Oli. Make your proof.
Clo. I must catechize yon for it, madonna ; Good my mouse of virtue, answer me.
Oli. Well, Sir, for want of other idleness, I'll abide your proof.
death shake him: Infirmity, that decays the wise, doth ever make the better fool.
Clo. Good madonna, why mourn'st thou? Oli. Good fool, for my brother's death. Clo. I think, his soul is in hell, madonna. Oli. I know his soul is in heaven, fool. Clo. The more fool you, madonna, to mourn for your brother's soul being in heaven.-Take away the fool, gentlemen.
Oli. What think you of this fool, Malvolio?
doth be not mend? Mal. Yes: and shall do, till the pangs of
• Short and spare. Points were hooks which fastened the hose or breechea. 1 italian, mistress, dame.
Clo. God send you, Sir, a speedy infirmity, for the better increasing your folly! Sir Toby will be sworn, that I am no fox; but he will not pass his word for two pence that you are no fool.
Oli. How say you to that, Malvolio?
Mal. I marvel your ladyship takes delight in such a barren rascal; I saw him put down the other day with an ordinary fool, that has no more brain than a stone. Look you now, he's out of his guard already; unless you laugh and minister occasion to him, he is gagged. I protest, I take these wise men, that crow so at these set kind of fools, no better than the fools' zanies.
Oli. O you are sick of self-love, Malvolio, and taste with a distempered appetite. To be generous, guiltless, and of free disposition, is to take those things for bird-bolts, that you deem cannon-bullets: There is no slander in an allowed fool, though he do nothing but rail; nor no railing in a known discreet man, though he do nothing but reprove.
Clo. Now Mercury endue thee with leasing, 1 for thou speakest well of fools.
Oli. Who of my people hold him in delay ? Mar. Sir Toby, madam, your kinsman. Oli. Fetch him off, I pray you; he speaks nothing but madman: Fye on him! [Exit MARIA.] Go you, Malvolio; if it be a suit from the count, I am sick, or not at home, what you will, to dismiss it. (Exit MALVOLIO.] Now you see, Sir, how your fooling grows old, and people dislike it.
Clo. Thou hast spoke for us, madonna, as if thy eldest son should be a fool: whose skull Jove cram with brains, for here he comes, one of thy kin, has a most weak pia mater. §