(Since when, my watch hath told me, toward my I have travell'd but two hours.

[grave Duke. O thou diffembling cub! what wilt thou be, When time hath fow'd a grizzle on thy cafe? 5 Or will not elfe thy craft fo quickly grow,

Since you to non-regardance cast my faith,
And that I partly know the inftrument,
That fcrews me from my true place in your favour,
Live you, the marble-breasted tyrant, ft.ll;
But this your minion, whom, I know, you love,
And whom, by heaven I fwear, I tender dearly,
Him will I tear out of that cruel eye,
Where he fits crowned in his master's spight.-
Come, boy, with me; my thoughts are ripe in mif-
I'll facrifice the lamb that I do love, [chief: 10
To spight a raven's heart within a dove. [Going.
Vic. And I, moft jocund, apt, and willingly,
To do you reft, a thousand deaths would die.

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Sir And. H' as broke my head across, and given Sir Toby a bloody coxcomb too: for the love of God, your help: I had rather than forty pound, I were at home.

Oli. Who has done this, Sir Andrew?

Sir And. The count's gentleman, one Cefario: we took him for a coward, but he's the very devil incardinate.

Duke. My gentleman, Cefario?

Sir And. Od's lifelings, here he is!-You broke my head for nothing; and that that I did, I was fet on to do't by Sir Toby.

Vio. Why do you speak to me? I never hurt you; You drew your fword upon me, without caufe; 30 But I befpake you fair, and hurt you not.

Oli. Alas, it is the bafenefs of thy fear,
That makes thee ftrangle thy propriety:
Fear not, Cefario, take thy fortunes up;
Be that thou know'st thou art, and then thou art 35
As great as that thou fear'ft.-O welcome, father!
Enter Pricft.

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 paft between this youth and me.
Prieft. A contract of eternal bond of love,
Confirm'd by mutual joindure of your hands,

Strengthen'd by enterchangement of your rings;

Attefted by the holy close of lips,

And all the ceremony of this compact

Seal'd in my function, by my teftimony:

Sir And. If a bloody coxcomb be a hurt, you have hurt me; I think, you fet nothing by a bloody |coxcomb.

Enter Sir Toby, 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 othergates than he did.

Duke. How now, gentleman? how-is't with you? Sir To. That's all one; he has hurt me, and there's 40 an end on't.-Sot, didft fee Dick furgeon, fot?, Clo. O he's drunk, Sir Toby, above an hour agone; his eyes were fet at eight i' the morning [pavin 3: Sir To. Then he's a rogue, and a paffy-measure I hate a drunken rogue.

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Oli. Away with him: Who hath made this havock with them?

Sir And. I'll help you, Sir Toby, because we'll be dreft together.

that he had her shut into a cave with his treasure. It was customary with those barbarians, when they defpaired of their own safety, first to make away with those whom they held dear, and defired for companions in the next life. Thyamis, therefore, benetted round with his enemies, raging with love, jealousy, and anger, went to his cave; and calling aloud in the Egyptian tongue, so soon as he heard himfelf answer'd towards the cave's mouth by a Grecian, making to the perfon by the direction of her voice, he caught her by the hair with his left hand, and (fuppofing her to be Chariclea) with his right hand plunged his fword into her breast.

Cafe here means fkin. 2 i. e. retain some faith. 3 Sir John Hawkins fays, the pavan was a grave and majestick dance performed by gentlemen dreffed with a cap and fword, by thofe of the long robe in their gowns, by princes in their mantles, and by ladies in gowns with long trains, the motion whereof in the dance refembled that of a peacock's tail. This dance is fuppofed to have been invented by the Spaniards. Of the paffamezzo little is to be faid, except that it was a favourite air in the days of Q. Elizabeth. Pafymeasure is therefore undoubtedly a corruption from passamezzo. From these explanations, Mr. Tyrwhitt proposes to read the paffage thus: "Then he's a rogue. After a paffy-measure or a parvin, I hate a drunken rogue; i. e. next to a paffy-measure or a pavin, &c. It is in character, that fir Toby fhould exprefs a ftrong diflike of ferious dames, fuch as the paffa-mezzo and the pavan are described to be."

Where lie my maid's weeds; by whofe gentle help 55
I was preferv'd, to ferve this noble count:
All the occurrence of my fortune fince

Hath been between this lady, and this lord.
Seb. So comes it, lady, you have been mistook:

[To Olivia. 60 One day shall crown the alliance on't, so please you, Here at my house, and at my proper coft. [offer. Duke. Madam, I am most apt to embrace your

A perspective feems to be taken for shows exhibited through a glass with fuch lights as make the pictures appear really protuberant. 2 Perhaps we should read diftracting. 3 Vox is the Latin word for

Your mafter quits you: and, for your service

done him,

So much against the metal of your fex, [To Viola.
So far beneath your soft and tender breeding,
And fince you call'd me master for fo long,
Here is my hand; you fhall from this time be
Your master's mistress.

Oli. A fifter?-you are she.

Re-enter Fabian, with Malvolio.

Duke. Is this the madman ?

In recompence whereof, he hath marry'd her.
How with a fportful 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 thee 4?

Clo. Why, "fome are born great, fome atchieve "greatnefs, and fome have greatness thrown upon [volio? 10 "them." I was one, fir, in this interlude; one Sir Topas, fir; but that's all one:" By the "Lord, fool, I am not mad!"-But do you remember, madam,-"Why laugh you at such a bar"ren rafcal? an you fmile not, he's gagg'd:" And

Oli. Ay, my lord, this fame: How now, MalMal. Madam, you have done me wrong, notorious wrong.

Oli. Have I, Malvolio? no.

[letter:

Mal. Lady, you have. Pray you, perufe that 15 thus the whirligig of time brings in his revenges. You must not now deny it is your hand,

Write from it, if you can, in hand, or phrase:
Or fay, 'tis not your feal, nor your invention:
You can fay none of this: Well, grant it then,
And tell me, in the modefty of honour,
Why you have given me fuch clear lights of favour;
Bade me come smiling, and cross-garter'd to you,
To put on yellow ftockings, and to frown
Upon Sir Toby, and the lighter people :
And, acting this in an obedient hope,
Why have you fuffer'd me to be imprison'd,
Kept in a dark house, visited by the priest,
And made the most notorious geck 2, and gull,
That e'er invention play'd on? tell me why?

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Oli. Alas, Malvolio, this is not my writing,
Though, I confess, much like the character:
But, out of question, 'tis Maria's hand.
And now I do bethink me, it was she
First told me, thou waft mad; then cam'ft in fimiling,
And in fuch forms which here were prefuppos'd 35
Upon thee in the letter. Pr'ythee, be content:
This practice hath most shrewdly pafs'd upon thee;
But, when we know the grounds and authors of it,
Thou shalt be both the plaintiff and the judge
Of thine own cause.

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Mal. I'll be reveng'd on the whole pack of you.

[Exit.

Oli. He hath been most notoriously abus'd.
Duke. Purfue him, and intreat him to a peace :-
He hath not told us of the captain yet;
When that is known, and golden time convents 5,
A folemn combination shall be made

Of our dear fouls:-Mean time, fweet fifter,
We will not part from hence.-Cefario, come;
For fo you fhall be, while you are a man;
But, when in other habits you are seen,

Orfino's miftref, and his fancy's queen. [Exeunt.
Clown fings.

When that I was and a little tiny boy,

With bey, bo, the wind and the rain,

A foolish thing was but a toy,

For the rain it raineth every day.

But when I came to man's estate,
With bey, bo, &c.

'Gainft knaves and thieves, men shut their gate,
For the rain, &c.

But when I came, alas! to wive,
With bey, bo, &c.

By fwaggering could I never thrive,
For the rain, &c.

But when I came unto my beds,

With bey, bo, &c.

With tofs-pots ftill bad drunken beads,

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Upon fome ftubborn and uncourteous parts
We had conceiv'd against him: Maria writ

For the rain, &c.

The letter, at Sir Toby's great importance 3;

With bey, bo, &c.

But that's all one, our play is done,

And we'll ftrive to please you every day. [Exit.

* Meaning, people of lefs dignity or importance. 2 i. e. fool. 3 Importance is importunement. 4 Baffled in this place means, treated with the greatest ignominy imaginable. i. e. calls us together again.

WINTER's

Arch.

ACT I.

An Antichamber in Leontes' Palace.

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Enter Camillo and Archidamus.

IF you fhall chance, Camillo, to vifit 5 Bohemia, on the like occafion whereon my fervices are now on foot, you fhall fee, as I have faid, great difference betwixt our Bohemia and your Sicilia.

Cam. I think, this coming fummer, the king to of Sicilia means to pay Bohemia the vifitation which he justly owes him.

Arch. Wherein our entertainment shall fhame us, we will be justified in our loves: for, indeed,— Cam. 'Befeech you,———

Bohemia. They were trained together in their childhoods; and there rooted betwixt them then fuch an affection, which cannot chufe but branch now. Since their more mature dignities, and royal neceffities, made feparation of their society, their encounters, though not personal, have been royally attorney'd, with interchange of gifts, letters, loving embaffies; that they have feem'd to be together, though abfent; shook hands, as over a vast 1; and embrac'd, as it were, from the ends of opposed winds. The heavens continue their loves!

Arch. I think, there is not in the world either malice, or matter, to alter it. You have an unspeakable comfort of your young prince Mamil15lius; it is a gentleman of the greatest promise, that ever came into my note.

Arch. Verily, I speak it in the freedom of my knowledge: we cannot with such magnificencein fo rare-I know not what to fay.We will give you fleepy drinks; that your fenfes, unintelligent of our infufficience, may, though they 20 cannot praise us, as little accufe us.

Cam. You pay a great deal too dear, for what's given freely.

Arch. Believe me, I speak as my understanding inftructs me, and as mine honefty puts it to ut-25

terance.

Cam. Sicilia cannot shew himself over kind to

Cam. I very well agree with you in the hopes of him: It is a gallant child; one that, indeed, phyficks the fubject 2, makes old hearts fresh: they, that went on crutches ere he was born, defire yet their life, to see him a man.

Arch. Would they elfe be content to die? Cam. Yes; if there were no other excuse why they fhould defire to live.

Arch. If the king had no fon, they would defire to live on crutches till he had one.

[Exeunt.

Vaftum is the ancient term for waste uncultivated land; over a vast, therefore, means at a great and vacant distance. 2 Meaning, affords a cordial or comfort to the state.

SCENE

Enter Leontes, Hermione, Mamillius, Polixenes, Ca-
millo, and Attendants.

Pol. Nine changes of the wat'ry star hath been
The fhepherd's note, fince we have left our throne
Without a burden: time as long again
Would be fill'd up, my brother, with our thanks;
And yet we should, for perpetuity,

Go hence in debt: And therefore, like a cypher,
Yet standing in rich place, I multiply,

With one we thank you, many thousands more
That go before it.

Leo. Stay your thanks a while;
And pay them when you part.

Pol. Sir, that's to-morrow.

I am queftion'd by my fears, of what may chance,
Or breed upon our abfence: That may blow
No fneaping winds at home, to make us fay,
This is put forth too truly! Befides, I have stay`d
To tire your royalty.

Leo. We are tougher, brother,

Than you can put us to't.

Pol. No longer stay.

You put me off with limber vows: But I, [oaths,
Though you would feek to unfphere the stars with
Should yet fay, Sir, no going. Verily,
You fhall not go; a lady's verily is
10 As potent as a lord's. Will you go yet?
Force me to keep you as a prifoner,

Not like a gueft; so you fhall pay your fees, [you?
When you depart, and fave your thanks. How fay
My prifoner? or my guest? by your dread verily,
15 One of them you shall be.

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Pol. Your gueft then, madam:

To be your prifoner, should import offending;
Which is for me lefs easy to commit,
Than you to punish.

Her. Not your gaoler then,

But your kind hoftefs. Come, I'll queftion you'
Of my lord's tricks, and yours, when you were boys;
You were pretty lordings then.

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Pol. We were, fair queen,

25 Two lads, that thought there was no more behind, But fuch a day to-morrow as to-day,

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Pol. Prefs me not, 'befeech you, fo;
There is no tongue that moves; none, none i' the
So foon as yours, could win me: foit fhould now,
Were there neceffity in your request, although
"Twere needful I deny'd it. My affairs
Do even drag me homeward: which to hinder,
Were, in your love, a whip to me; my stay,
To you, a charge, and trouble: to save both,
Farewell, our brother.

And to be boy eternal.

Her. Was not my lord the verier wag o' the two? Pol. We were as twinn'd lambs, that did frisk i' the fun,

And bleat the one at the other: what we chang'd, Was innocence for innocence; we knew not The doctrine of ill-doing, no, nor dream'd That any did: Had we purfu'd that life, 35 And our weak spirits ne'er been higher rear'd With ftronger blood, we fhould have anfwer'd heaven

Leo. Tongue-ty'd, our queen? speak you.
Her. I had thought, fir, to have held my peace, 40

until

You had drawn oaths from him, not to stay. You, fir,
Charge him too coldly: Tell him, you are fure,
All in Bohemia's well: this fatisfaction
The by-gone day proclaim'd; say this to him,
He's beat from his best ward.

Leo. Well faid, Hermione.

Her. To tell, he longs to fee his fon, were strong:
But let him fay fo then, and let him go;
But let him fwear fo, and he fhall not stay,
We'll thwack him hence with diftaffs.-
Yet of your royal presence I'll adventure

Boldly, Not guilty; the impofition clear'd,
Hereditary ours 7.

Her. By this we gather,

You have tripp'd fince.

Pol. O my most sacred lady,

Temptations have fince then been born to us: for
In thofe unfledg'd days was my wife a girl;
45 Your precious felf had then not crofs'd the eyes
Of my young play-fellow.

Her. Grace to boot!

Of this make no conclufion; left you say,
Your queen and I are devils: Yet, go on;

50 The offences we have made you do, we'll answer;
If you firft finn'd with us, and that with us
You did continue fault, and that you flipp'd not
With any but with us.

[To Polixenes.

Leo. Is he won yet?

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Her. He'll stay, my lord.

Hermione, my deareft, thou never spok'ft
To better purpose.

The borrow of a week. When at Bohemia
You take my lord, I'll give you my commiffion,
To let him there a month, behind the geft?
Prefix'd for his parting: yet, good deed 4, Leontes,
I love thee not a jar o' the clock behind

Leo. At my requeft, he would not.

1 That is here put for Ob! The meaning is, "Oh, that no fneaping (or checking) winds at home may blow." 2 i. e. hinder or detain. 3 Geft fignifies a flage or journey. In the time of royal progreffes the king's ftages, as we may fee by the journals of them in the Heralds Office, were called his gefts; from the old French word gifte, diverforium. 4 i. e. indeed, or in very deed. 5 i. e. a fingle vibration, or ticking, made by the pendulum of a clock. 6 A diminutive of lord. 7 Setting afide original fin; bating the impofition from the offence of our firft parents, we might have boldly protested our innocence to heaven.

Her.