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And sing them loud, even in the dead of night;
your name to the reverberate hills,
Oliv. You might do much :
Viola. Above my fortunes, yet my state is well :
Oliv. Get you to your lord ;
Oliv. What is your parentage?
Oliv. Run after that same peevish messenger, The duke's man; he left this ring behind him,
Would I, or not: tell him, I'll none of it.
ACT THE SECOND.
Enter ANTONIO and SEBASTIAN.
Ant. Will you stay no longer i nor will you not, that I go with you !
Seb. By your patience, no: my stars shine darkly over me; the malignancy of my fate might, perhaps, distemper yours; therefore I shall crave of you your leave, that I
evils alone. It were a bad recompense
for your love, to lay any of them on you. Ant. Let me yet know of you, whither you are bound.
Seb. No, in sooth, sir; my determinate voyage is mere extravagancy. But 1 perceive in you so ex
cellent a touch of modesty, that you will not extort from me what I am willing to keep in; therefore it charges me in manners the rather to express myself: You must know of me then, Antonio, my name is Sebastian; which I called Roderigo : my father was that Sebastian of Messaline, whom, I know, you have heard of. He left behind him, myself, and a sister, both born in an hour; if the heavens had been pleased, 'would we had so ended ! but you, sir, altered that; for, some hour before you took me from the breach of the sea, was my sister drowned.
Ant. Alas, the day !
Seb. A lady, sir, though it was said she much resembled me, was yet of many accounted beautiful: but though I could not, with such estimable wonder overfar believe that, yet thus far I will boldly publish her, she bore a mind that envy could not but call fair:
Ant. Pardon me, sir, your bad entertainment.
Ant. If you will not murder me for my love, let me be your servant.
Seb. If you will not undo what you have done, that is, kill him whom you have recovered, desire it not. Fare ye well at once; my bosom is full of kindness; and I am yet so near the manners of my mother, that upon the least occasion more, mine eyes will tell tales of me. I am bound to the Duke Orsi. no's court. Farewell.
[Ereunt severally. Enter V10LA and MALVOLIO. Mal. Were not you e'en now with the Countess Olivia?
Viola. Even now, sir; on a moderate pace I have since arrived but hither.
Mal. She returns this ring to you, sir ; you might have saved me my pains, to have taken it away yourself. She adds moreover, that you should put your
lord into a desperate assurance, she will none of him: And one thing more: that you be never so hardy to come again in his affairs, unless it be to report your lord's taking of this. Receive it so.
Viola. She took the ring of me, I'll none of it.
Mal. Come, sir, you peevishly threw it to her; and her will is, it should be so returned : if it be worth stooping for, there it lies in your eye; if not, be it his that finds it.
[Exit. Viola. I left no ring with her: What means this
SIR TOBY Belch and SIR ANDREW AGUE-CHEEK
discovered. Sir T. Come, Sir Andrew : not to be a-bed after midnight, is to be up betimes; and Diluculo surgere, thou knowest,
Sir A. Nay, by my troth, I know not: 'but I know, to be up late, is to be up late.
Şir T. A false conclusion; I hate it, as an unfilled cann: To be up after midnight, and to go to bed then, is early: so that to go to bed after midnight, is to go to bed betimes. Does not our life consist of the four elements ?
Sir A. 'Faith, so they say ; but, I think, it rather consists of eating and drinking.
Sir T. Thou art a scholar; let us therefore eat and drink-Maria! I say !
a stoop of wine ! Sir A. Here comes the fool, i'faith!
Clown. How now, my hearts ? Did you never see the picture of we three?
Sir T. Welcome, ass. Sir A. By my troth, the fool has an excellent wit. I had rather than forty shillings I had such a leg as the fool has. In sooth, thou wast in very gracious fooling last night, when thou spokest of Pigrogromitus, of the Vapians passing the equinoctial of Queubus : 'twas very good, j'faith : I sent thee sixpence for thy leman; Hadst it?
Clown. I did impericoat thy gratillity; for Malvolio's nose is no whip-stock. My lady has a white hand, and the Myrmidons are no bottle-ale houses.
Sir A. Excellent! why, this is the best fooling, when all is done.
Sir T. Shall we rouse the night owl in a catch, that will draw three souls out of one weaver ? shall we do that?
Sir A. An you love me, let's do't: I am a dog at a catch. Clown. By’r lady, sir, and some dogs will catch
well. Sir A. Begin, fool; it begins, “ Hold thy peace."