That this may be some error, but no madness, Oli. Blame not this haste of mine: If you mean ACT V. Clo. Do not desire to see this letter. Fab. That is, to give a dog, and, in recompense, desire my dog again. Enter DUKE, VIOLA, and Attendants. Clo. Truly, sir, the better for my foes, and the worse for my friends. Duke. Just the contrary; the better for thy friends. Clo. Marry, sir, they praise me, and make an ass of me; now my foes tell me plainly I am an ass: so that by my foes, sir, I profit in the knowledge of myself; and by my friends I am abused: so that, conclusions to be as kisses, if your four negatives make your two affirmatives, why, then the worse for my friends, and the better for my foes. Duke. Why, this is excellent. come again. I go, sir; but I would not have you to think, that my desire of having is the sin of covetousness: but, as you say, sir, let your bounty take a nap, I will awake it anon. [Exit Clown. Enter ANTONIO and Officers. Vio. Here comes the man, sir, that did rescue me. What's the 1 Off. Orsino, this is that Antonio, Vio. He did me kindness, sir; drew on my side; Duke. Notable pirate! thou salt-water thief! Clo. By my troth, sir, no; though it please you Hast made thine enemies? to be one of my friends. Duke. Thou shalt not be the worse for me; there's gold. Ant. Clo. But that it would be double-dealing, sir, I Though, I confess, on base and ground enough, would you could make it another. Duke. O, you give me ill counsel. Clo. Put your grace in your pocket, sir, for this once, and let your flesh and blood obey it. Duke. Well, I will be so much a sinner to be a double dealer; there's another. Clo. Primo, secundo, tertio, is a good play; and the old saying is, the third pays for all the triplex, sir, is a good tripping measure; or the bells of St. Bennet, sir, may put you in mind; One, two, three. Duke. You can fool no more money out of me at this throw if you will let your lady know, I am here to speak with her, and bring her along with you, it may awake my bounty further. Clo. Marry, sir, lullaby to your bounty, till I Orsino's enemy. Duke. When came he to this town? Ant. To-day, my lord; and for three months before, (No interim, not a minute's vacancy,) Both day and night did we keep company. Enter OLIVIA and Attendants. Duke. Here comes the countess; now heaven walks on earth. But for thee, fellow, fellow, thy words are madness: Three months this youth hath tended upon me; But more of that anon. Take him aside. Oli. What would my lord, but that he may not have, Wherein Olivia may seem serviceable? Cesario, you do not keep promise with me. Vio. Madam? Duke. Gracious Olivia, Oli. What do you say, Cesario? lord, Good my Re-enter Attendant and Priest. Strengthen'd by interchangement of your rings; Since when, my watch hath told me, toward my grave, I have travelled but two hours. Duke. O, thou dissembling cub! what wilt thou That sometime savours nobly?— But hear me this: given sir Toby a bloody coxcomb too: for the love That screws me from my true place in your favour, of God, your help: I had rather than forty pound, I 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 Come boy, with me; my thoughts are ripe in mis- my head for nothing; and that that I did, I was chief: I'll sacrifice the lamb that I do love, To spite a raven's heart within a dove. [Going. Oli. Where goes Cesario? [Following. 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. Ah me, detested! how am I beguil'd! Vio. Who does beguile you? who does do you wrong? Oli. Hast thou forgot thyself? Is it so long?. Call forth the holy father. [Erit an Attendant. Duke. Come away. [TO VIOLA. Oli. Whither, my lord? Cesario, husband, stay. Duke. Husband? set on to do't by sir Toby. Vio. Why do you speak to me? I never hurt you: You drew your sword upon me, without cause; 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 BELCH, drunk, led by the 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 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. After a passy-mea sure, or a pavin, I hate a drunken rogue. Oli. Away with him: Who hath made this havock with them? Sir And. I'll help you, sir Toby, because we'll 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 to. [Exeunt Clown, Sir Tosy, and Sir ANDREW. Enter SEBASTIAN. Seb. I am sorry, madam, I have hurt your kins man; But, had it been the brother of my blood, Duke. One face, one voice, one habit, and two A natural perspective, that is, and is not. How have the hours rack'd and tortur'd me, 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? Nor can there be that deity Which is Sebastian? I never had a brother: in my nature, Of here and every where. I had a sister, Seb. Vio. And died that day when Viola from her birth Seb. O, that record is lively in my soul! Vio. If nothing lets to make us happy both But this my masculine usurp'd attire, I'll bring you to a captain in this town, Clo. No, madam, I do but read madness: your ladyship will have it as it ought to be, you must allow vox. Oli. Pr'ythee, read i'thy right wits. Clo. So I do, madonna; buí to read his right wits, is to read thus: therefore perpend, my princess, and give ear. Oli. Read it you, sirrah. [TO FABIAN. Fab. [reads.] By the Lord, madam, you wrọng me, and the world shall know it: though you have put me into darkness, and given your drunken cousin rule over me, yet have I the benefit of my senses us well as your ladyship. I have your own letter that induced me to the semblance I put on; with the which I doubt not but to do myself much right, or you much shame. Think of me as you please. I leave my duty a little unthought of, and speak out of my injury. The madly-used Malvolio. Oli. Did he write this? Clo. Ay, madam. Duke. This savours not much of distraction. My lord, so please you, these things further thought on, Where lie my maiden weeds; by whose gentle help | To think me as well a sister as a wife, I was preserv'd, to serve this noble count; But nature to her bias drew in that. You are betroth'd both to a maid and man. One day shall crown the alliance on't, so please you, Duke. Madam, I am most apt to embrace your Your master quits you; [To VIOLA.] and, for your So much against the mettle of your sex, May rather pluck on laughter than revenge; Oli. Alas, poor fool! how have they baffled thee! Clo. Why, some are born great, some achieve greatness, and some have greatness thrown upon them. I was one, sir, in this interlude; one sir Topas, sir; but that's all one: - By the Lord, fool, I am not mad; But do you remember? Madam, why laugh you at such a barren rascal? an you smile not, he's gagg'd: And thus the whirligig of time brings Mal. Lady, you have. Pray you, peruse that in his revenges. letter: You must not now deny it is your hand, Oli. Alas, Malvolio, this is not my writing, First told me, thou wast mad; then cam'st in smiling, And in such forms which here were presuppos'd Fab. Mal. I'll be revenged on the whole pack of you. [Exit. Oli. He hath been most notoriously abus'd. Of our dear souls- Mean time, sweet sister, SONG. Clo. When that I was and a little tiny boy, For the rain it raineth every day. But when I came to man's estate, But when I came, alas! to wive, With hey ho, the wind and the rain, A great while ago the world begun, MEASURE FOR MEASURE. VICENTIO, Duke of Vienna. PERSONS REPRESENTED. ANGELO, lord deputy in the Duke's absence. FROTH, a foolish gentleman. ESCALUS, an ancient lord, joined with Angelo in the ABHORSON, an executioner. [Exit an Attendant What figure of us think you he will bear? For you must know, we have with special soul Elected him our absence to supply; Lent him our terror, drest him with our love; And given his deputation all the organs Of our own power: What think you of it? Escal. If any in Vienna be of worth To undergo such ample grace and honour, It is lord Angelo. Enter ANGELO. Look, where he comes. Duke. Ang. Always obedient to your grace's will, I come to know your pleasure. Duke. Angelo, There is a kind of character in thy life, As if we had them not. Spirits are not finely touch'd, The smallest scruple of her excellence, But, like a thrifty goddess, she determines Both thanks and use. But I do bend my speech In our remove, be thou at full ourself: Live in thy tongue and heart: Old Escalus, Now, good my lord, Ang. Let there be some more test made of my metal, Before so noble and so great a figure Be stamp'd upon it. |