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particle, and utensil, labelled to my will; as, item, two lips indifferent red; item, two grey eyes with lids to them ; item, one neck, one chin, and so forth. Were you sent hither to praise me?
Vio. I see you wbat you are: you are too proud;
How does he love me?
Oli. Your lord does know my mind; I cannot love him :
Vio. If I did love you in my master's flame,
Why, what would you?
Öli. You might do much.. What is your parentage?
Vio. Above my fortunes, yet my state is well:
your lord :
I cannot love him. Let him send no more,
Vio. I am no fee'd post, lady; keep your purse:
Here, Madam, at your service.
you are bound.
Enter ANTONIO and SEBASTIAN. Ant. Will you stay no longer ? por 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 may bear my 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
Seb. No, 'sooth, Sir. My determinate voyage is mere extravagancy; but I perceive in you so excellent 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. She is drowned already, Sir, with salt water, though I seem to drown her remembrance again with more.
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 count Orsino's court: farewell.
[Exit. Ant. The gentleness of all the gods go with thee! I have many enemies in Orsino's court, Else would I very shortly see thee there; But, come what may, I do adore thee so, That danger shall seem sport, and I will go.
Enter VIOLA; MALVOLIO following.
Vio. 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.
Vio. She took the ring of me! — I'll done 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. Vio. I left no ring with her: what means this lady? Fotune forbid my outside bave not charm'd her! She made good view of me; indeed, so much, That, methought, her eyes had lost her tongue, For she did speak in starts distractedly. She loves me, sure: the cunning of her passion Invites me in this churlish messenger. None of my lord's ring? why, he sent her none. I am the man:- if it be so, as 't is, Poor lady, she were better love a dream.
Disguise, I see, thou art a wickedness,
[Exit. SCENE III.
A Room in OLIVIA's House.
Sir To. Approach, Sir Andrew: not to be a-bed after midnight is to be up betimes; and diluculo surgere, thou know'st,
Sir And. Nay, by my troth, I know not; but I koow, to be up late, is to be up late.
Sir To. A false conclusion: I hate it as an unfilled can. 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. Do not our lives consist of the four elements?
Sir And. 'Faith, so they say; but, I think, it rather consists of eating and drinking.
Sir To. Thou art a scholar; let us therefore eat and drink. Marian, I say! - a stoop of wide!
Clo. How now, my hearts! Did you never see the picture of we three? Sir To. Welcome, ass. Now let's have a catch.