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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; -Good And all the ceremony of this compact
Vio. My lord would speak, my duty hushes
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 do it,
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,
To spite a raven's heart within a dove. [Going. Vio. And I, most jocund, apt and willingly To do you rest, a thousand deaths would die. [Following.
Oli. Where goes Cesario? 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. [Exit an Attendant. Duke. Come away. [TO VIOLA. Oli. Whither my lord?-Cesario, husband,
Oli. Ay, husband; Can he that deny?
Vio. No, my lord, not I.
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
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 thou be,
When time hath sow'd a grizzle on thy case?*
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
Sir To. That's all one; he has hurt me, and there's the end on't.-Sot, did'st see Dick surgeon, sot?
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 passymeasure, or a pavin, ‡ I hate a drunken rogue. Oli. Away with him; Who hath made this havoc with them?
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 coxcomb, and a knave? a thin-faced knave, a gull? [father! Oli. Get him to bed, and let his hurt be look'd to.
As great as that thou fear'st.-O, welcome,
But, had it been the brother of my blood,
Duke. One face, one voice, one habit, and two persons:
A natural perspective, that is, and is not.
How have the hours rack'd and tortur'd me,
Ant. Sebastian are you?
Seb. Fears't thou that, Antonio?
Ant. How have you made division of yourself?
An apple, cleft in two, is not more twin
Seb. Do I stand there? I never had a bro
Of charity,* what kin are you to me?
[TO VIOLA. What countryman? what name? what parentage?
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
Had number'd thirteen years.
Seb. O, that record is lively in my soul! He finished, indeed, his mortal act, That day that made my sister thirteen years. Vio. If nothing letst to make us happy both, But this my masculine usurp'd attire, Do not embrace me, till each circumstance Of place, time, fortune, do cohere, and jump, That I am Viola: which to confirm, I'll bring you to a captain in this town,
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
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
Oli. Open it, and read it.
Clo. Look then to be well edified, when the fool delivers the madman :-By the lord, mad
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.
Where lie my maiden weeds; by whose gentle My lord, so please you, these things further
To think me as well a sister as a wife,
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,
And in such forms which here were presuppos'd
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.
Oli. Alas, poor fool! how have they baffled*
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
When that I was and a little tiny boy,
For the rain it raineth every day.
With hey, ho, the wind and the rain, 'Gainst knave and thief men shut their gate, For the rain it raineth every day. But when I came, alas! to wive, With hey, ho, the wind and the rain, By Swaggering could I never thrive, For the rain it raineth every day. But when I came unto my bed, With hey, ho, the wind and the rain, With toss-pots still had drunken head, For the rain it raineth every day. A great while ago the world begun, With hey, ho, the wind and the rain, But that's all one, our play is done, And we'll strive to please you every day. [Exit.
ALONSO, King of Naples.
SEBASTIAN, his Brother.
PROSPERO, the rightful Duke of Milan.
MIRANDA, Daughter to Prosperos
ANTONIO, his Brother, the usurping Duke of ARIEL, an Airy Spirit.
SCENE I-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.
Boats. Heigh, my hearts; cheerly, cheerly, my 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.
Gon. 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,† we will not hand a rope more ; use your authority. If you cannot, give thanks you have lived so long, and make yourself ready in your cabin for the mischance of the hour, if it so hap.-Cheerly, good hearts.-Out of our way, I say. [Exit. Gon. I have great comfort from this fellow: methinks, he hath no drowning mark upon † Present instant.
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.
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.
Boats. Lay her a-hold, a-hold; set her two courses; off to sea again, lay her off. Enter MARINERS wet. Mar. All lost! to prayers, to prayers! all [Exeunt.
lost! Boats. What, must our mouths be cold? Gon. The king and prince at prayers! let us assist them, For our case is as theirs.
Seb. I am out of patience.
Ant. We are merely† cheated of our lives by drunkards.
This wide-chapped rascal;-'Would, thou might'st lie drowning, The washing of ten tides!
Gon. He'll be hanged yet; Though every drop of water swear against it, And gape at wid'st to glut him.
[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
Enter PROSPERO and MIRANDA.
Pro. Thou had'st, and more, Miranda: But
how is it,
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
Put the wild waters in this roar, allay them:
Had I been any god of power, I would
Pro. Be collected;
Was duke of Milan; and his only heir
Mira. O, the heavens ?
What foul play had we, that we came from
Pro. Both, both, my girl :
By foul play, as thou say'st, were we heav'd
Mira. O, my heart bleeds
Pro. My brother, and thy uncle, call'd AntoI pray thee, mark me,-that a brother should Be so perfidious !-he whom, next thyself,
No more amazement : tell your piteous heart, Of all the world I lov'd, and to him put
There's no harm done.
Mira. O, wo the day!
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
Mira. Certainly, Sir, I can.
The manage of my state; as, at that time,
Mira. Sir, most heedfully.
Pro. Being once perfected how to grant suits, How to deny them; whom to advance, and
Mira. O good Sir, I do.
Not only with what my revenue yielded,
Mira. Your tale, Sir, world cure deafness.