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Between the elements of air and earth,
But you should pity me.

oli. You might do much: What is your parentage?

Vio. Above my fortunes, yet my state is well:
I am a gentleman.
Oli.

Get you to your lord;
I cannot love him: let him send no more;
Unless, perchance, you come to me again,
To tell me how he takes it. Fare you well :
I thank you for your pains : spend this for me.

Vio. I am no fee'd post, lady; keep your purse;
My master, not myself, lacks recompense.
Love make his heart of fint, that you shall love;
And let your fervour, like my master's, be
Plac'd in contempt! Farewell, fair cruelty. [Exit.

Oli. What is your parentage? Above my fortunes, yet my state is well: 1 am a gentleman. I'll be sworn thou art; Thy tongue, thy face, thy limbs, actions, and spirit, Do give thee five-fold blazon:--Not too fast:-soft! soft! Unless the master were the man.-How now? Even so quickly may one catch the plague? Methinks, I feel this youtlı’s perfections, With an invisible and subtle stealth, To creep in at mine eyes. Well, let it be. What, ho, Malvolio!

Re-enter MALVOLIO. Mal.

Here, madam, at your service. Oli. Run after that same peevish messenger, The county's man: he left this ring behind him, Would I, or not; tell him, I'll none of it. Desire him not to flatter with his lord, Nor hold him up with hopes; I am not for him : If that the youth will come this way to-morrow, I'll give him reasons for't. Hie thee, Malvolio. Mal. Madam, I will.

[Exit. Oli. I do I know not what: and fear to find Mine too great a flatterer for Fate, show thy force: ourselves we do not owe; What is decreed, must be; and be this so! [Exit.

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SCENE I. The Sea-Coast.

Enter ANTONIO and SEBASTIAN.
Ant. Will you stay no longer? nor will you not, that
I go with you?

Seb. By your patience, no: my stars shine darkly over me; the malignancy of my fate might, perhaps, distemper yours; therefore I shall crave of you your leave, that I may bear my evils alone: it were a bad recompense

for your love, to lay any of them on you. Ant. Let me yet know of you, whither you are bound.

Seb. No, 'sooth, sir; my determinate voyage is mere extravagancy. But I perceive in you so excellent a touch of modesty, that you will not extort from me what I am willing to keep in; therefore it charges me in manners the rather to express myself. You must know of me then, Antonio, my name is Sebastian, which I called Rodorigo; my father was that Sebastian of Messaline, whom I know you have heard of: he left behind him, myself, and a sister, both born in an hour. If the heavens had been pleased, 'would we had so ended! but you, sir, altered that; for, some hour before you took me from the breach of the sea, was my sister drowned.

Ant. Alas, the day!

Seb. A lady, sir, though it was said she much resembled me, was yet of many accounted beautiful : but, though I could not, with such estimable wonder, overfar believe that, yet thus far I will boldly publish her, she bore a mind that envy could not but call fair: she is drowned already, sir, with salt water, though I seem to drown her remembrance again with more.

Ant. Pardon me, sir, your bad entertainment.
Seb. O, good Antonio, forgive me your trouble.

Ant. If you will not murder me for my love, let me be your servant.

Šeb. If you will not undo what you have done, that is, kill him whom you have recovered, desire it not. Fare ye well at once: my bosom is full of kindness; and I am yet so near the manners of my mother, that upon the least occasion more, mine eyes will tell tales

I am bound to the count Orsino's court: farewell.

[Exit. Ant. The gentleness of all the gods go with thee! I have many

eneinies in Orsino's court, Else would' I very shortly see thee there: But, come what may, I do adore thee so, That danger shall seem sport, and I will go. [Exit.

SCENE 11. A Street. Enter Viola; Malvolio following. Mal. Were not you even now with the countess Olivia ?

Vio. Even now, sir; on a moderate pace I have since arrived but hither.

Mal. She returns this ring to you, sir; you might have saved me my pains, to have taken it away yourself. She adds moreover, that you should put your lord into a desperate assurance she will none of him: and

of me.

one thing more; that you be never so hardy to come again in his affairs, unless it be to report your lord's taking of this. Receive it so.

Vio. She took the ring of me; I'll none of it.

Mal. Come, sir, you peevishly threw it to her; and her will is, it should be so returned: if it be worth stooping for, there it lies in your eye; if not, be it his that finds it.

[Exit. Vio. I left no ring with her: what means this fady? Fortune forbid, my outside have not charm’d her! She made good view of me; indeed, so much, That, sure, methought, her eyes had lost her tongue, For she did speak in starts distractedly. She loves me, sure; the cunning of her passion Invites me in this churlish messenger. None of my lord's ring! why, he sent her none. I am the man ;-if it be so, (as ’tis,) Poor lady, she were better love a dream. Disguise, I see, thou art a wickedness, Wherein the pregnant enemy does much. How easy is it, for the proper-false In women's waxen hearts to set their forms! Alas! our frailty is the cause, not we;, For, such as we are made of, such we be. How will this fadge? My master loves her dearly; And I, poor monsler, fond as much on him; And she, mistaken, seems to dote on me: What will become of this? As I am man, My state is desperate for my master's love;. As I am woman, now alas the day! What thriftless sighs shall poor Olivia breathe? O time, thou must untangle this, not I; It is too hard a knot for me to untie.

[Exit. SCENE III. A Room in OLIVIA's House. Enter Sir Toby Belch and Sir ANDREW AGUE

сHEEK. . Sir To. Approach, Sir Andrew: not to be a-bed after midnight, is to be up betimes; and diluculo surgere, thou know'st,

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Sir And. Nay, by my troth, I know not: but I know, to be ap late, is to be up late.

Sir To. A false conclusion ; I hate it as an unfilled can: to be up after midnight, and to go to bed then, is early; so that, to go to bed after midnight, is to go to bed betimes. Do not our lives consist of the four elements?

Sir And. 'Faith, so they say; but, I think, it rather consists of eating and drinking:

Sir To. Thou art a scholar; let us therefore eat and drink.-Marian, I say !

-a stoop of wine!

Enter Clown. Sir And. Here comes the fool, i'faith. Clo. How now, my hearts? Did you never see the picture of we three?

Sir To. Welcome, ass. Now let's have a catch.

Sir And. By my troth, the fool has an excellent breast. I had rather than forty shillings I had such a leg; and so sweet a breath to sing, as the fool has. In sooth, thou wast in very gracious fooling last night, when thou spokest of Pigrogromitus, of the Vapians passing the equinoctial of Queubus ; 'twas very good, i'faith. I seni thee sixpence for thy leman: hadst it?

Clo. I did impeticos thy gratillity; for Malvolio's nose is no whipstock : my lady has a white hand, and the myrmidons are no bottle-ale houses.

Sir And. Excellent! Why, this is the best fooling, when all is done. Now, a song:

Sir To. Come on; there is sixpence for you: let's

Sir And. There's a testril of me too : if oue knight give a

Clo. Would you have a love-song, or a song of good life?

Sir To. A love-song, a love-song.
Sir And. Ay, ay;

care not for good life.

SONG.
Clo. O mistress mine, where are you roaming?

0, stay and hear; your true love's coming,

have a song,

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