to hear you. If you be not mad, be gone; if you have reason, be brief: 'tis not that time of the moon with me, to make one in fo skipping a dialogue. Mar. Will you hoift fail, Sir? here lyes your way. Vio. No, good swabber, I am to hull here a little longer. Some mollification for your Giant, fweet Lady tell me your mind, I am a Messenger. Oli. Sure, you have fome hideous matter to deliver, when the curtefie of it is fo 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 my 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 fecret as maiden-head; to your ears, divinity; to any other's, prophanation. Oli. Give us the place alone. [Exit Maria.] We will hear this divinity. Now, Sir, what is your text? Vio. Moft fweet Lady, Oli. A comfortable doctrine, and much may be said of it. Where lyes your text? Vio. In Orfino's bosom. Oli. In his bofom? in what chapter of his bofom? Vio. To answer by the method, in the first of his heart. Oli. O, I have read it; it is herefie. Have you no more to say? Vio. Good Madam, let me fee your face. Oli. Have you any commiffion from your Lord to negotiate with my face? you are now out of your text; but we will draw the curtain, and fhew you the picture. (3) Look you, Sir, fuch a one I wear this prefent: is't not well done? [Unveiling. Vio. (3) Look you, Sir, fuch a one I was this prefent: is't not well done?] This is Nonfenfe. My Correction, I think, clears all up, and gives the Expreffion an Air of Gallantry. Viola preffes to fee Qlivia's Face: The other Vio. Excellently done, if God did all. Oli. 'Tis in grain, Sir; 'twill endure wind and weather. Vio. 'Tis Beauty truly blent, whofe red and white If you will lead these graces to the Grave, Oli. O, Sir, I will not be fo hard-hearted: I will give out diverse schedules of my Beauty. It shall be inventoried, and every particle and utenfil labell'd to my will. As, Item, two lips indifferent red. Item, two grey eyes, with lids to them. Item, one neck, one chin, and fo forth. Were you fent hither to praise me? Vio. I fee you, what you are; you are too proud; But if you were the Devil, you are fair. My Lord and Mafter loves you: O, fuch love Oli. How does he love me? Vio. With adorations, with fertile tears, With groans that thunder love, with fighs of fire. Yet I fuppofe him virtuous, know him noble, I would not understand it. other at length pulls off her Veil, and fays; We will draw the Curtain, and fhew you the Picture. I wear this Complection to day, I may wear another to morrow; jocularly intimating, that She painted. The Other, vext at the Jeaft, fays, "Excellently done, if God did all." Perhaps, be true, what you fay in jeast; otherwife 'tis an excellent Face. Tis in Grain, &c, replies Olivia. Mr. Warburton. it may Oli. Why, what would you do? Vio. Make me a willow cabin at your gate, Oli. You might do much : What is your parentage? Vio. Above my fortunes, yet my ftate is well: I am a Gentleman. Oli. Get you to your Lord; I cannot love him: let him fend no more; Above my fortunes, yet my flate is well: I am a Gentleman I'll be fworn thou art. [Exit. Thy tongue, thy face, thy limbs, actions, and fpirit, Do give thee five-fold blazon-not too faft foft! Unless the mafter were the man. How now? Even fo quickly may one catch the Plague? foft! (4) Hollow your Name to the reverberate Hills,] I have, against the Authority of the printed Copies, corrected, reverberant. The Adjective Paffive makes Nonfenfe. Enter Enter Malvolio. Mal. Here, Madam, at your fervice. Oli. Run after that fame peevish Messenger, [Exit. Oli. I do, I know not what; and fear to find [Exit. A C T II. SCENE, the STREET. W Enter Antonio and Sebaftian. ANTONIO. ILL you ftay no longer? nor will you not, that I go with you? Seb. By your patience, no: my ftars fhine darkly over me; the malignancy of my Fate might, perhaps, diftemper yours; therefore I fhall crave of you your leave, that I may bear my evils alone. It were a bad recompence for your love, to lay any of them on you. Ant. Let me yet know of you, whither you are bound. Seb. No, footh, Sir; my determinate voyage is meer extravagancy: but I perceive in you fo excellent a touch touch of modefty, that you will not extort from me what I am willing to keep in; therefore it charges me in ́manners the rather to express my self: you must know of me then, Antonio, my name is Sebaftian, which I call'd Rodorigo; my Father was That Sebaftian of Meffaline, whom, I know, you have heard of. He left behind him, my felf, and a Sifter, both born in one hour; if the heav'ns had been pleas'd, would we had fo ended! but you, Sir, alter'd That; for, fome hour before you took me from the breach of the sea, was my Sifter drown'd. Ant. Alas, the day! Seb. A Lady, Sir, tho' it was faid fhe much resembled me, was yet of many accounted beautiful; but tho' I could not with fuch eftimable wonder over-far believe That, yet thus far I will boldly publish her, fhe bore a mind that envy could not but call fair: fhe is drown'd already, Sir, with falt water, tho' I feem to drown her remembrance again with more. Ant. Pardon me, Sir, your bad entertainment. Seb. O good Antonio, forgive me your trouble. Ant. If you will not murther me for my love, let me be your fervant. Seb. If you will not undo what you have done, that is, kill him whom you have recover'd, defire it not. Fare ye well at once; my bofom is full of kindness, and I am yet so near the manners of my mother, that upon the leaft occafion more, mine eyes will tell tales of me: I am bound to the Duke Orfino's Court; farewel. [Exit. Ant. The gentleness of all the Gods go with thee! I have made enemies in Orfino's Court, Elfe would I very fhortly fee thee there : But come what may, I do adore thee fo, That danger fhall feem fport, and I will go. Enter Viola and Malvolio, at feveral doors. [Exit. Mal. Were not you e'en now with the Countess 0livia ? |