Oli. If it be aught to the old tune, my lord, It is as fat and fulsome to mine ear, As howling after music. Duke. Still so cruel? Oli. Still so constant, lord. Duke. What! to perverseness? you uncivil lady, To whose ingrate and unauspicious altars My soul the faithfull'st offerings hath breath'd out, That e'er devotion tender'd! What shall I do? Oli. Even what it please my lord, that shall become him. Duke. Why should I not, had I the heart to Like to the Egyptian thief, at point of death, Live you, the marble-breasted tyrant, still; I'll sacrifice the lamb that I do love, Oli. Where goes Cesario? Priest. A contract of eternal bond of love, Confirm'd my mutual joinder of your hands, Attested by the holy close of lips, Strengthen❜d by interchangement of your rings; And all the ceremony of this compact Seal'd in my function, by my testimony: Since when, my watch hath told me, toward my grave, I have travell'd but two hours. Duke. O, thou dissembling cub! what wilt When time hath sow'd a grizzle on thy case?* [fear. Hold little faith, though thou hast too much Enter Sir ANDREW AGUE-CHEEK, with his head broke. Sir And. For the love of God, a surgeon; send one presently to Sir Toby. Oli. What's the matter? has given Sir Toby a bloody coxcomb too: for Sir And. He has broke my head across, and the love of God, your help: I had rather than forty pounds, 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 did, I was set on to do't by Sir Toby. broke my head for nothing; and that that I Vio. Why do you speak to me? I never hurt you: You drew your sword upon me, without cause; But I bespake you fair, and hurt you not. have hurt me; I think, you set nothing by a Sir And. If a bloody coxcomb be a hurt, you 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 othergatest than he Oli. Ah me, detested! how am I beguil'd!did. Vio. Who does beguile you? who does do you wrong? SO Oli. Hast thou forgot thyself! Is it Long!-Call forth the holy father. [Exit an Attendant. Duke. Come away. [TO VIOLA. Oli. Whither my lord?-Cesario, husband, stay. Duke. Husband? Oli. Ay, husband; Can he that deny? Duke. Her husband, sirrah? Vio. No, my lord, not I. art Oli. Alas, it is the baseness of thy fear, That makes thee strangle thy propriety :† Fear not, Cesario, take thy fortunes up; Be that thou know'st thou art, and then thou [father! As great as that thou fear'st.-0, welcome, Re-enter Attendant and PRIEST. Father, I charge thee, by thy reverence, Here to unfold (though lately we intended To keep in darkness, what occasion now Reveals before 'tis ripe,) what thou dost know, Hath newly past between this youth and me. Dull, grossi ↑ Disown thy property. Duke. How now, gentleman? how is't with you? Sir To. That's all one; he has hurt me, and there's the end on't.-Sot, did'st see Dick surgeon, sot? his eyes were set at eight i'the morning. Sir And. I'll help you, Sir Toby, because we'll be dress'd together. Sir To. Will you help an ass-head, and a to. Seb. I am sorry, madam, I have hurt your But, had it been the brother of my blood, I must have done no less, with wit and safety. Duke. One face, one voice, one habit, and two persons: A natural perspective, that is, and is not. Ant. Sebastian are you? Seb. Fears't thou that, Antonio? Ant. How have you made division of your- An apple, cleft in two, is not more twin Seb. Do I stand there? I never had a bro ther: Of charity,* what kin are you to me? [TO VIOLA. What countryman? what name? what tage? paren Vio. Of Messaline: Sebastian was my father: Such a Sebastian was my brother too, So went he suited to his watery tomb: If spirits can assume both form and suit You come to fright us. Seb. A spirit I am, indeed; But am in that dimension grossly clad. Vio. And died that day when Viola from her birth Had number'd thirteen years. Seb. O, that record is lively in my soul! That day that made my sister thirteen years. As doth that orb'd continent the fire That severs day from night. Duke. Give me thy hand; And let me see thee in thy woman's weeds. Vio. The captain, that did bring me first on shore, Hath my maid's garments: he, upon some action, Is now in durance; at Malvolio's suit, Oli. He shall enlarge him :-Fetch Malvolio hither : And yet, alas, now I remember me, A most extracting frenzy of mine own stave's end, as well as a man in his case may Clo. Truly, madam, he holds Belzebub at the do: he has here writ a letter to you, I should have given it you to-day morning; but as a madman's epistles are no gospels, so it skills not much, when they are delivered. Oli. Open it, and read it. Clo. Look then to be well edified, when the fool delivers the madman :-By the lord, mad am. Oli. How now! art thou mad? Clo. No, madam, I do but read madness: an 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; but to read his right wits, is to read thus: therefore perpend,t my princess, and give ear. Oli. Read it you, sirrah. [TO FABIAN. Fab. [Reads.] By the Lord,madam,you wrong 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 as 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. Duke. This savours not much of distraction. hither. Where lie my maiden weeds; by whose gentle My lord, so please you, these things further help I was preserv'd, to serve this noble count: took : Duke. Be not amaz'd: right noble is his blood. thought on, To think me as well a sister as a wife, you, Here at my house, and at my proper cost. Duke. Madam, I am most apt to embrace your offer. Your master quits you; [To VIOLA.] and, for your service done him, So much against the mettle‡ of your sex, Oli. A sister?-you are she. Re-enter FABIAN with MALVOLIO. You must not now deny it is your hand, [you, But, when we know the grounds and authors of it, Thou shalt be both the plaintiff and the judge Of thine own cause. Fab. Good madam, hear me speak; And let no quarrel, nor no brawl to come, Taint the condition of this present hour, Which I have wonder'd at. In hope it shall not, Most freely I confess, myself, and Toby, Set this device against Malvolio here, Upon some stubborn and uncourteous parts We had conceiv'd against him: Maria writ The letter, at Sir Toby's great importance ;+ In recompense whereof, he hath married her. How with a sportful malice it was follow'd, May rather pluck on laughter than revenge; If that the injuries be justly weigh'd, That have on both sides past. † Fool. * Inferior. 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 in his revenges. Mal. I'll be revenged on the whole pack of [Exit. Oli. He hath been most notoriously abus'd. Duke. Pursue him and entreat him to a you. Clo. SONG. [Exeunt. When that I was and a little tiny boy, A foolish thing was but a toy, With hey, ho, the wind and the rain, + Importunacy. THE TEMPEST. PERSONS REPRESENTED. ALONSO, King of Naples. SEBASTIAN, his Brother. MIRANDA, Daughter to Prospero. ANTONIO, his Brother, the usurping Duke of ARIEL, an Airy Spirit. PROSPERO, the rightful Duke of Milan. Milan. IRIS, ACT I. SCENE 1.-On a Ship at Sea. A Storm, with Thunder and Lightning. Enter a SHIP-MASTER and a Boatswain. Mast. Boatswain, Boats. Here, master: what cheer? Mast. Good: Speak to the mariners: fall to't yarely, or we run ourselves aground: bestir, bestir. [Exit. Enter MARINERS. Beats. Heigh, my hearts; cheerly, cheerly, iny hearts; yare, yare: Take in the top-sail; Tend to the master's whistle.-Blow, till thou burst thy wind, if room enough! Enter ALONSO, SEBASTIAN, ANTONIO, FERDI- Boats. I pray now, keep below. storm. Gen. Nay, good, be patient. Boats. When the sea is. Hence! What care these roarers for the name of king? To cabin: silence: trouble us not. Gon. Good; yet remember whom thou hast aboard. Boats. None that I more love than myself. You are a counsellor; if you can command these elements to silence, and work the peace of the present,t we will not hand a rope more ; him; his complexion is perfect gallows. Stand fast, good fate, to his hanging! make the rope of his destiny our cable, for our own doth little advantage! If he be not born to be hanged, our case is miserable. [Exeunt. Re-enter BOATSWAIN. Boats. Down with the top-mast; yare; lower, lower; bring her to try with main course! [A cry within.] A plague upon this howling. they are louder than the weather, or our office.-Re-enter SEBASTIAN, ANTONIO, and GONZALO. Yet again? what do you here? Shall we give o'er, and drown? Have you a mind to sink? Seb. A pox o' your throat? you bawling, blasphemous, uncharitable dog! Boats. Work you, then. Ant. Hang, cur, hang! you whoreson, insolent noise-maker, we are less afraid to be drowned than thou art. Gon. I'll warrant him from drowning'; though the ship were no stronger than a nut-shell, and as leaky as an unstanched* wench. The your authority. If you cannot, give thanks This wide-chapped rascal;-'Would, thou you have lived so long, and make yourself might'st lie drowning, ready in your cabin for the mischance of the The washing of ten tides! Gon. He'll be hanged yet; hour, if it so hap.-Cheerly, good hearts.-Out of our way, I say. [Exit. Though every drop of water swear against it, Gon. I have great comfort from this fellow: And gape at wid'st to glut him. methinks, he hath no drowning mark upon * Readily. † Present instant. *Incontinent. [A confused noise within,↑ † Absolutely. Mercy on us. We split, we split! Farewell, my wife and children!-Farewell, brother!— We split, we split, we split. Ant. Let's all sink with the king. [Exit. Seb. Let's take leave of him. Exit. Gon. Now would I give a thousand furlongs of sea for an acre of barren ground; long heath, brown furze, any thing: The wills above be done! but I would fain die a dry death. [Exit. SCENE II.-The Island: before the Cell of PROSPERO. Enter PROSPERO and MIRANDA. Pro. Thou had'st, and more, Miranda: But [else Pro. Twelve years since, Miranda, twelve Thy father was the duke of Milan, and Mira. Sir, are not you my father? Pro. Thy mother was a piece of virtue, and Mira. If by your art, my dearest father, you She said-thou wast my daughter; and thy have Put the wild waters in this roar, allay them: The sky, it seems would pour down stinking pitch, [cheek, Had I been any god of power, I would Pro. Be collected; No more amazement: tell your piteous heart, There's no harm done. Mira. O, wo the day! Pro. No harm. I have done nothing but in care of thee, [who Mira. More to know Did never meddle with my thoughts. I should inform thee further. Lend thy hand, For thou must now know further. Mira. You have often Begun to tell me what I am; but stopp'd Pro. The hour's now come; I do not think thou can'st; for then thou wast Outt three years old. Mira. Certainly, Sir, I can. [not Pro. By what? by any other house, or person? Of any thing the image tell me, that Hath kept with thy remembrance. Mira. "Tis far off; And rather like a dream than an assurance * Before. father Was duke of Milan; and his only heir A princess; no worse issued. Mira. O, the heavens? What foul play had we, that we came from Or blessed was't we did? [thence? Pro. Both, both, my girl : By foul play, as thou say'st, were we heav'd But blessedly holp hither. [thence; Mira. O, my heart bleeds To think o' the teent that I have turn'd you to, Which is from my remembrance! Please you, [nio, further. Pro. My brother, and thy uncle, call'd Anto I pray thee, mark me,-that a brother should Mira. Sir, most heedfully. Pro. Being once perfected how to grant suits, How to deny them; whom to advance, and whom To trash‡ for over-topping; new created The creatures that were mine; I say, or chang'a them, Or else new-form'd them: having both the key Of officer and office, set all hearts To what tune pleased his ear; that now he was The ivy, which had hid my princely trunk, Aud suck'd my verdure out on't.—Thou attend'st not: I pray thee, mark me. [dicate Mira. O good Sir, I do. Not only with what my revenue yielded, Mira. Your tale, Sir, world cure deafness. * Abyss. † Sorrow. Without. Cut away. |