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Re-enter Attendant with PAROLLES. Ber. My lord, I do confess the ring was hers. King. You boggle shrewdly, every feather starts you.
Ay, my lord.
Is this the man you speak of?
236 Not fearing the displeasure of your master,Which, on your just proceeding I'll keep off,By him and by this woman here what know you?
Par. So please your majesty, my master hath been an honourable gentleman: tricks he hath had in him, which gentlemen have.
King. Come, come, to the purpose: did he love this woman?
Par. Faith, sir, he did love her; but how?
Par. He did love her, sir, as a gentleman loves a woman.
King. How is that?
Par. He loved her, sir, and loved her not. King. As thou art a knave, and no knave. What an equivocal companion is this!
252 Par. I am a poor man, and at your majesty's command.
Laf. He is a good drum, my lord, but a naughty orator. 256 Dia. Do you know he promised me marriage? Par. Faith, I know more than I'll speak. King. But wilt thou not speak all thou knowest? 260 Par. Yes, so please your majesty. I did go between them, as I said; but more than that, he loved her, for, indeed, he was mad for her, and talked of Satan, and of limbo, and of Furies, and I know not what: yet I was in that credit with them at that time, that I knew of their going to bed, and of other motions, as promising her marriage, and things which would derive me ill will to speak of: therefore I will not speak what I know.
King. Thou hast spoken all already, unless thou canst say they are married: but thou art too fine in thy evidence; therefore stand aside. This ring, you say, was yours? Dia. Ay, my good lord.
King. Where did you buy it? or who gave it you? 276 Dia. It was not given me, nor I did not buy it. King. Who lent it you? Dia. It was not lent me neither. King. Where did you find it, then? Dia. I found it not. King. If it were yours by none of all these ways, 280
Ber. If she, my liege, can make me know this clearly, 320
I'll love her dearly, ever, ever dearly.
Hel. If it appear not plain, and prove untrue, Deadly divorce step between me and you! O! my dear mother; do I see you living?
324 Laf. Mine eyes smell onions; I shall weep anon. [TO PAROLLES.] Good Tom Drum, lend me a handkercher: so, I thank thee. Wait on me home, I'll make sport with thee: let thy curtsies alone, they are scurvy ones. 39 King. Let us from point to point this story know,
To make the even truth in pleasure flow. [TO DIANA.] If thou be'st yet a fresh uncropped flower,
Choose thou thy husband, and I'll pay thy dower;
For I can guess that by thy honest aid
Spoken by the KING.
The king's a beggar, now the play is done:
Your gentle hands lend us, and take our hearts. [Exeunt.
TWELFTH-NIGHT; OR, WHAT YOU WILL
ORSINO, Duke of Illyria.
SEBASTIAN, Brother to Viola.
ANTONIO, a Sea Captain, Friend to Sebastian.
A Sea Captain, Friend to Viola.
VALENTINE,Gentlemen attending on the VIOLA, in love with the Duke.
SIR TOBY BELCH, Uncle to Olivia. SIR ANDREW AGUECHEEK. MALVOLIO, Steward to Olivia.
MARIA, Olivia's Woman.
Lords, Priests, Sailors, Officers, Musicians, and other Attendants.
SCENE.-A City in Illyria; and the Sea-coast near it.
Vio. There is a fair behaviour in thee, captain; 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
Sir To. My niece's chambermaid.
Sir And. What's that?
Sir To. Excellent; it hangs like flax on a distaff, and I hope to see a housewife take thee
Sir And. Good Mistress Accost, I desire between her legs, and spin it off.
Mar. My name is Mary, sir.
Sir And. Good Mistress Mary Accost,
Sir And. Faith, I'll home to-morrow, Sir Toby: your niece will not be seen; or if she be, it's four to one she'll none of me. The count 116
Sir To. You mistake, knight: 'accost' is, himself here hard by woos her. front her, board her, woo her, assail her. 61
Sir To. She'll none o' the count; she'll not
Sir And. By my troth, I would not under-match above her degree, neither in estate, years, take her in this company. Is that the meaning nor wit; I have heard her swear it. Tut, there's of 'accost?' life in 't, man.
Mar. Fare you well, gentlemen.
Sir And. Faith, I can cut a caper.
Sir To. And I can cut the mutton to't. Sir And. And I think I have the back-trick simply as strong as any man in Illyria.
Sir To. Wherefore are these things hid? wherefore have these gifts a curtain before 'em? are they like to take dust, like Mistress Mall's picture? why dost thou not go to church in a galliard, and come home in a coranto? My very walk should be a jig: I would not so much as make water but in a sink-a-pace. What dost thou mean? is it a world to hide virtues in? I did think, by the excellent constitution of thy leg, it was formed under the star of a galliard.144
Sir And. Ay, 'tis strong, and it does indifferent well in a flame-coloured stock. Shall we set about some revels?
Sir To. What shall we do else? were we not born under Taurus? 149
Sir And. Taurus! that's sides and heart. Sir To. No, sir, it is legs and thighs. Let me see thee caper. Ha! higher: ha, ha! excellent! [Exeunt.