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Then say, if they be true :"—This misshapen knave,
ler r seb. He is drunk now : Where had he wine f
Alon. And Trinculo is reeling ripe: where should they Find this grand liquor that hath gilded them 1– How cam'st thou in this pickle 1 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 1 .Ste. O touch me not ; I am not Stephano, but a cramp. Pro. You'd be king of the isle, sirrah 7 Ste. I should have been a sore one then. Aton. This is as strange a thing as e'er I look'd on. [Pointing to CA Li BAN. Pro. He is as disproportion'd in his manners, As in his shape :-Go, sirrah, to my cell; Take with you your counpanions; at you look To have Iny pardon, trim, it handsomely. Cat. Ay, that I will ; and I’ll be wise hereafter, And seek for grace : What a thrice-double ass was 1, to take this drunkard for a god, And worship this dull fool f Pro. Go to ; away ! Alon. Hence, and bestow your luggage where you found it.
Seb. Or stole it, rather,
Pro. Sir, I invite your highness, and your train, To my poor cell ; where you shall take your rest
For this one night; which (part of it,) I'll waste With such discourse, as, I not doubty'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 To hear the story of your life, which must Take the ear strangely. Pro. I’ll deliver all ; 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 t—[Aside.) Please you, draw near. [Ere unt.
ePiLOGUE. Spoken by Prios PERo.
Now my charms are all o'erthrown, And what strength I have’s mine own ; Which is nost faint: now, 'tis true, I must be here confin'd by you, Or sent to Naples: Let me not, Since I have my dukedom got, And pardou'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.
• Applause 1 noise was supposed to dissolve a suell.
The lighter seenes of this entertaining comedy are entirely the production of Shakspeare; and for its e-r serious portions he was probably indebted to the Histories Tragiques of Belleforest, who had the - froBandello. Malone quotes the “Fifth Eglog of Barnaby Googe,” published with other poems of his is is, and now an exceedingly rare book, to show that Shakspeare might have borrowed from it the circumstances of the Duke sending his page to plead his cause with the lady, and of the lady's falling in love with the rose. “This play (says Dr. Johnson,) is in the graver part elegant and easy, and in some of the lighter steres = quisitely humourous.” Its progress is full of spirit, and the entanglement of characters and core--staris pleasingly unravelled in the final catastrophe. The self-sufficiency of Malvolio is charmingly certoto. ** very laughably punished; whilst the excesses of Sir Toby Belch are almost excused by his smatteries of wit, and his unqualified good-humour. The sudden attachment of Viola is much more imprebable than the obstinate repugnance of Olivia: but the romantic nature of her love, “feeding in concealment en her daarsk cheek,” gives an interest to her situation, whilst a victim to the tender passion, which the undisguised astor raucas of the other, though placed in the same predicament, must generally fail in producing.
Duke. If music be the food of love, play on ;
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 fresh, And lasting, in her sad remembrance. Duke, O she, that hath a heart of that tine fraine, 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 assections else That live in her 1 when liver, brain, and heart, These sovereign thrones, are all supplied, and fill'd, (Her sweet perfections,) with one self king 1– Away before une to sweet beds of flowers ; Love-thoughts lie rich, when canopied with bowers. [Ereunt.
SCENE II.-The Sea Coast.
Enter Viola, CAPTAIN, and Sailors.
Vio. What country, friends, is this? soap. 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 of Cap. It is perchance, saved. Vio. O my poor brother may he be. Cap. True, madam : and, to comfort you with chance, Assure yourself, after our ship did split, when you, and that poor number saved with you, Hung on our driving boat, I saw your brother, Most provident in peril, bind himself (Courage and hope both teaching hitn the practice) 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, Madaun, well; for I was bred and born, Not three hours' travel from this very place. * to. Who governs here 7 Cap. A noble duke, in nature, As in bis name. Poio. What is his name 1 'ap. Orsino. * io. Orsino I have heard my father name hiin : He was a bachelor then. top. And so is now, or was so very late : for but a month A so I went from hence; and then 'twas fresh In our suur ; (as, you know, what great ones do, The less will prattle of,) that he did seek on the love of fair olivia. P io. What's she * ap. A virtuous maid the daughter of a count 1 tsai died soone twelveuonth since ; then leaving her in the protection of his son, her brother, ** to shortly also died : for whose dear love, They say, she hath abjur'd the coinpauy A not sight of men. Poio. 0 that I served that lady : And might not be delivered to the world, 1 li i had inade mine own occasion inellow, what in y estate is. * ap. That were hard to compass ; *erause she will admit no kind of suit, -*. tset the duke's. * ta. There is a fair behaviour in thee, captal in : * no thotogh that nature with a beauteous wall * ****, *-tt close in pollution, yet of thee * will believe, thou hast a mind that suits
and so, perchance,
With this thy fair and outward character.
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 cousiu, my lady, takes great exceptions to your ill hours. Sir To. Why, let her except before excepted. Mar. Ay, but you must contine yourself within the modest limits of order. Sir To. Contine I'll confine 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 quafting 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, he. Sir To. He's as tall a man as any's in Illyria. 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 I he plays o' the viol-de-gainbo, and speaks three or four languages word for word without book, and hath all the good gifts of natu, e. 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 among the prudent, he would quickly have the 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 coinpany. 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, 1 that will not drink to my niece, till his brains turn o' the toe like a parish-top. ; What, wench : Castiliano vulgo ; for here colues Sir Andrew Ague-face.
THE lighter seenes of this entertaining comedy are entirel serious portions he was probably indebted to the Hist Bandello. Malone quotes the “Fifth Eglog of Barnaby G uow an exceedingly rare book, to show that Shakspeare 1 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, an 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 victii rations of the other, though placed in the same predicam
Duke. If music be the food of love, play on ;
Give me excess of it; that, sufeiting,
lady will hang thee for thy absence. Clo. Let her hang me : he that is well hanged in this world, needs to fear no colours. Mar. Make that good. Cto. He shall see none to fear. Afar. A good lenten - answer: I can tell thee where that saying was born, of, I fear no colours. Cto. Where, good mistress Mary 7 Mar. In the wars ; and that may you be bold to say in your foolery. Cto. Well, God give them wisdom, that have it ; and those that are fools, let then use their talents. Mar. Yet you will be hanged, for being so long absent: or, to be turned away; is not that as good as hanging to you ? Coto. Many a good hanging prevents a bad marriage; and, for turuing away, let suinner bear it out. Mar. You are resolute then 7 Cto. Not so, neither; but I am resolved on two points. Mar. That, if one break the other will hold ; or, if both break, your gaskins fall. Cto. Apt, in good faith; very apt | Well, go thy way; if Sir Toby would leave drinking, thou wert as witty a piece of Eve's flesh, as any in Illyria. Afar. Peace, you rogue, no more of that; here comes my lady: make your excuse wisely, you were best. [Erit.
Enter Oliv 1A and MAlvolio.
rto. Wit, and’t be thy will, put me into good fooling : 1 hose wits that think they have thee, do very oft prove fools; and I, that am sure I lack thee, may pass for a wise man : For what says Quinapalus * Better a witty fool, than a foolish wit. God bless thee, lady | oli. Take the fool away. Clo. Do you not hear, fellows f Take away the lady. Oti. Go to, you're a dry fool ; I’ll no more of you : besides, you grow dishonest. Cto. Two faults, unadonna, t 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 syllogisin 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. oil. Sir, I bade them take away you. Clo. Musprison in the highest degree –Lady, tour attus non facit monachum ; that's as Inuch as to say, I wear not motly in my brain. Good madonna, give me leave to prove you a fool. oti. Can you do it? foto. Dexterously, good madolina. oli. Make your proof.
bristle may enter, in way of thy excuse : my death shake him :
• Short and spare. • reints were hook - which fastened the hose or *rterb--- 1 Italian, mistress, dange.
Infirmity, that decays the wise, doth ever make the better fool.
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.
Oti. 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 aud 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.*
Oti. 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, t that you deem cannon-bullets : There is no slauder in an allowed fool, though he do nothing but rail; nor no railing in a known discreet inau, though he do nothing but reprove.
Clo. Now Mercury endue thee with leasing, t for thou speakest well of fools.