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[Exit. SCENE III. Olivia's Garden.
Enter SEBASTIAN. Seb. This is the air; that is the glorious sun; TI pearl she gave me, I do feel't and see't: And though 'tis wonder that enwraps me thus, Yet 'tis not madness. Where's Antonio then? I could not find him at the Elephant: Yet there he was; and there I found this credit, That he did range the town to seek me out. His counsel now might do me golden service: For though my soul disputes well with my sense, That this may be some error, but no madness, Yet doth this accident and flood of fortune So far exceed all instance, all discourse, That I am ready to distrust mine eyes, And wrangle with my reason, that persuades me To any other trust, but that I am mad, Or else the lady's mad; yet, if 'twere so, She could not sway her house, command her followers, Take, and give back affairs, and their despatch, With such a smooth, discreet, and stable bearing, As, I perceive, she does: there's something in't That is deceivable. But here the lady comes.
Enter OLIVIA and a Priest. Oli. Blame not this haste of mine: If you mean well, Now, go with me, and with this holy man, Into the chantry by: there, before him, And underneath that consecrated roof, Plight me the full assurance of your That my most jealous and too doubtful soul May live at peace: he shall conceal it, Whiles you are willing it shall come to note; What time we will our celebration keep, According to my birth. What do you say?
Seb. I'll follow this good man, and go with you; And, having sworn truth, ever will be true. Oli. Then lead the way, good father : -and hea
vens so shine, That they may fairly note this act of mine ! [Exeunt.
SCENE I. The Street before Olivia's House.
Enter Clown and FABIAN. Fab. Now, as thou lovest me, let me see his letter. Clo. Good master Fabian, grant me another request. Fab. Any thing. Clo. Do not desire to see this letter.
Fab. That is, to give a dog, and, in recompense, desire my dog again.
Enter Duke, VIOLA, and Attendants. Duke. Belong you to the lady Olivia, friends? Clo. Ay, sir; we are some of her trappings. Duke. I know thee well; how dost thou, my good fellow?
Clo. Truly, sir, the better for my foes, and the worse for my friends.
Duke. Just the contrary; the better for thy friends.
Clo. Marry, sir, they praise me, and make an ass of me; now my foes tell me plainly I am an ass: so that by my foes, sir, I profit in the knowledge of myself; and by my friends I am abused: so that, conclusions to be as kisses, if your four negatives make your two affirmatives, why, then the worse for my friends, and the better for my foes.
Duke. Why, this is excellent.
Clo. By my troth, sir, no; though it please you to be one of my friends.
Duke. Thou shalt not be the worse for me: there's gold.
Clo. But that it would be double-dealing, sir, I would you could make it another.
Duke. O, you give me ill counsel.
Clo. Put your grace in your pocket, sir, for this once, and let your flesh and blood obey it.
Duke. Well, I will be so much a sinner to be a doubledealer; there's another.
Clo. Primo, secundo, tertio, is a good play; and the old saying is, the third pays for all; the triplex, sir, is a good tripping measure; or the bells of St. Bennet, sir, may put you in mind; one, two, three.
Duke. You can fool no more money out of me at this throw: if you will let your lady know I am here to speak with her, and bring her along with you, it may awake my bounty further.
Clo. Marry, sir, lullaby to your bounty, till I come again. I go, sir; but I would not have you to think that my desire of having is the sin of covetousness; but, as you say, sir, let your bounty take a nap; I will awake it anon. [Exit Clown.
Enter ANTONIO and Officers.
Duke. That face of his do I remember well;
1 Off. Orsino, this is that Antonio
Vio. He did me kindness, sir; drew on my side;
Duke. Notable pirate! thou salt-water thief!
Orsino, noble sir,
A witchcraft drew me hither :
(Not meaning to partake with me in danger)
How can this be?
Enter OLIVIA and Attendants.
Oli. What would my lord, but that he may not have,
Vio. Madam ?
Oli. If it be aught to the old tune my lord,
Still so cruel ?
Duke. What! To perverseness? You uncivil lady, To whose ingrate and unauspicious altars My soul the faithfull'st offerings hath breathed out, That e'er devotion tendered! 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 the Egyptian thief, at point of death, Kill what I love; a savage jealousy, That sometimes savors nobly ? — But hear me this: Since you to non-regardance cast my faith, And that I partly know the instrument That screws me from my true place in your favor, Live you, the marble-breasted tyrant, still; But this your minion, whom, I know, you love, And whom, by heaven, I swear, I tender dearly,
Him will I tear out of that cruel eye,
Vio. And I, most jocund, apt, and willingly,
After him I love,
Oli. Ah me, detested! how am I beguiled!
Oli. Hast thou forgot thyself! Is it so long !
[Exit an Attendant. Duke.
[T. VIOLA. Oli. Whither, my lord ? — Cesario, husband, stay! Duke. Husband ! Oli.
Ay, husband; can he that deny ?
No, my lord, not I.
Re-enter Attendant and Priest.
Duke. O, thou dissembling cub! What wilt thou be, When time hath sowed a grizzle on thy case?