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at your door like a sheriff's post"), and be the supporter
Oli. What kind of man is he?
Mal. Of very ill manner; he'll speak with you,
Oli. Of what personage, and years, is he?
Nal. Not yet old enough for a man, nor young
Oli. Let him approach : Call in my gentlewoman.
Oli. Give me my veil : come, throw it o'er my face;
house, for I never saw her: I would be loth to cast away my speech; for, besides that it is excellently well penn'd, I have taken great pains to con it. Good beauties, let me sustain no scorn; I am very comptible, even to the least sinister usage.
Oli. Whence came you, sir ?
Vio. I can say little more than I have studied, and that question's out of my part. Good gentle one, give me modest assurance, if you be the lady of the house, that I may proceed in my speech.
Oli. Are you a comedian ?
Vio. No, my profound heart: and yet, by the very fangs of malice, I swear, I am not that I play. Are you the lady of the house?
Oli. If I do not usurp myself, I am.
Vio. Most certain, if you are she, you do usurp yourself; for what is yours to bestow, is not yours to reserve. But this is from my commission: I will on with my speech in your praise, and then shew you the heart of my message.
Oli. Come to what is important in't: I forgive you the praise.
Vio. Alas, I took great pains to study it, and 'tis poetical.
Oli. It is the more like to be feign'd; I pray you, keep it in. I heard, you were saucy at my gates ; and allow'd your approach, rather to wonder at you than to hear you. If you be not mad, be gone; if you have reason, be brief : 'tis not that time of moon with me, to make one in so skipping a dialogue,
Mar. Will you hoist sail, sir ? here lies your way.
Vio. No, good swabber; I am to hull here a little longer.- Some mollification for your giant, sweet lady.
Oli. Tell me your mind.
Oli. Sure, you have some hideous matter to deliver, when the courtesy of it is so fearful. Speak your office.
Vio. It alone concerns your ear. I bring no overture of war, no taxation of homage; I hold the olive in
hand : : my words are as full of peace as matter.
Oli. Yet you began rudely. What are you? what would you ?
Vio. The rudeness, that hath appear'd in me, have I learn'd from my entertainment. What I am, and what I would, are as secret as maidenhead: to your ears, divinity ; to any other's, prophanation.
Oli. Give us the place alone : we will hear this divinity. [Exit MARIA.] Now, sir, what is your text?
Vio. Most sweet lady,
Oli. A comfortable doctrine, and much may be said of it. Where lies your text ?
Vio. In Orsino's bosom.
Vio. To answer by the method, in the first of his heart.