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Then say, if they be true :-This misshapen knave, †
His mother was a witch; and one so strong
That could control the moon, make flows and

And deal in her command, without her power:
These three have robb'd me; and this demi-devil
(For he's a bastard one,) had plotted with them
To take my life; two of these fellows you
Must know, and own; this thing of darkness I
Acknowledge mine.

For this one night; which (part of it,) I'll waste
With such discourse, as, I not doubt shall make it
Go quick away: the story of my life,
And the particular accidents, gone by,
Since I came to this isle: And in the morn,
I'll bring you to your ship, and so to Naples,
Where I have hope to see the nuptial
Of these our dear-beloved solemniz'd;
And thence retire me to my Milan, where
Every third thought shall be my grave.
Alon. I long

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
Take the ear strangely.
Pro. I'll deliver all;

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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
How cam'st thou in this pickle ?

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,
but a cramp.

Pro. You'd be king of the isle, sirrah?
Ste. I should have been a sore one then.
Alon. This is as strange a thing as e'er I
look'd on. [Pointing to CALIBAN.
Pro. He is as disproportion'd in his manners,
As in his shape :-Go, sirrah, to my cell;
Take with you your companions; as you look
To have my pardon, trini it handsomely.

Cal. Ay, that I will; and I'll be wise here-

And seek for grace: What a thrice-double ass
Was I, to take this drunkard for a god,
And worship this dull fool?

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Now my charms are all o'erthrown,
And what strength I have's mine own:
Which is most faint: now, 'tis true,
I must be bere confin'd by you,
Or sent to Naples: Let me not,
Since I have my dukedom got,
And pardon'd the deceiver, dwell
In this bare island, by your spell;
But release me from my bands,
With the help of your good hands.
Gentle breath of your's my sails
Must fill, or else my project fails,
Which was to please: Now I want
Spirits to enforce, art to enchant;
And my ending is despair,
Unless I be reliev'd by prayer:
Which pierces so that it assaults
Mercy itself, and frees all faults.
As you from crimes would pardon'd be,
Let your indulgence set me free.
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Of a glad father compass thee about!
Arise, and say how thou cam'st here.

Mira. O wonder !

How many goodly creatures are there here!
How beauteous mankind is! O brave new

That has such people in't!

Pro. 'Tis new to thee.

Alon. What is this maid, with whom thou
wast at play ?

Your eld'st acquaintance cannot be three hours:
Is she the goddess that hath sever'd us,
And brought us thus together?

Fer. Sir, she's mortal;

But, by immortal Providence, she's mine;
1 chose her, when I could not ask my father
For bis advice; nor thought I had one: she
Is daughter to this famous duke of Milan,
Of whom so often I have heard renown,
But never saw before; of whom I have
Received a second life, and second father
This lady makes him to me.

Alon. I am her's:

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And water once a day her chamber round
With eye-offending brine: all this, to season
A brother's dead love, which she would keep

To pay this debt of love but to a brother,
How will she love, when the rich golden shaft
Hath kill'd the flock of all affections else
That live in her ! when liver, brain, and heart,
These sovereign thrones, are all supplied, and

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,
It may be worth thy pains; for I can sing,
And speak to him in many sorts of music,
That will allow me very worth his service.
What else inay hap, to time I will commit;
Only shape thou thy silence to my wit.

Cap. Be you his eunuch, and your mute I'll
When my tongue blabs, then let mine eyes not

Vio. I thank thee: Lead me on.

(Her sweet perfections,) with one self king!-
Away before me to sweet beds of flowers;
Love-thoughts lie rich, when canopied with


SCENE II.-The Sea Coast.

Enter VIOLA, CAPTAIN, and Sailors.
Vio. What country, friends, is this?
Cap. Illyria, lady.

Vio. And what should I do in Illyria?
My brother he is in Elysium.
Perchance, he is not drown'd :-What think you,

sailors ?

Cap. It is perchance, that you yourself were

Vio. O my poor brother! and so, perchance,
may be be.

Cap. True, madam; and, to comfort you with

Assure yourself, after our ship did split,
When you, and that poor number saved with

Hung on our driving boat, I saw your brother,
Most provident in peril, bind himself
(Courage and hope both teaching him the prac-

To a strong mast, that lived upon the sea ;
Where, like Arion on the dolphin's back,
I saw him hold acquaintance with the waves,
So long as I could see.

Vio. For saying so, there's gold:
Mine owu escape unfoldeth to my hope,
Whereto thy speech serves for authority,
The like of him. Know'st thou this country?
Cup. Ay, Madam, well; for I was bred and
Not three hours' travel from this very place.
Vio. Who governs here?

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
In murmur; (as, you know, what great ones do,
The less will prattle of,) that he did seek
The love of fair Olivia.

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,
Who shortly also died: for whose dear love,
They say, she hath abjur'd the company
And sight of men.

Vio. O that I served that lady:
And might not be delivered to the world,
Till I had made mine own occasion mellow,
What my estate is.

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

Cap. Orsino.

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.
I pray thee, and I'll pay thee bounteously,
Conceal me what I am; and be my aid
For such disguise as, haply, sball become
The form of my intent. I'll serve this duke ;

And though that nature with a beauteous wall
Doth oft close in pollution, yet of thee
I will believe, thou hast a mind that suits

[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
Mar. Ay, be.

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.


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 And. What's that?

Sir To. My niece's chamber-maid.

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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

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Enter DUKE, CURIO, LORDS; Musicians

Duke. If music be the food of love, play on;
Give me excess of it; that, sufeiting,
The appetite may sicken, and so die.-
That strain again ;-it bad a dying fall:
Oh! it came o'er my ear like the sweet south,
That breathes upon a bank of violets,
Stealing, and giving odour.-Enough; no more;
'Tis not so sweet now, as it was before.
O spirit of love, how quick and fresh art thou!
That notwithstanding thy capacity
Receiveth as the sea, nought enters there,
Of what validity and pitch soever,
But falls into abatement and low price,

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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.


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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. §

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