Twelfth Night (Folio 1, 1623)

260Twelfe Night, or, What you will.

 607Fate, shew thy force, our selues we do not owe,
 608What is decreed, must be: and be this so.
 609Finis, Actus primus. 
 
 
 610Actus Secundus, Scaena prima.
 
 611Enter Antonio & Sebastian.
 612Ant. Will you stay no longer: nor will you not that
 613I go with you.
 614Seb. By your patience, no: my starres shine darkely
 615ouer me; the malignancie of my fate, might perhaps di-
 616stemper yours; therefore I shall craue of you your leaue,
 617that I may beare my euils alone. It were a bad recom-
 618pence for your loue, to lay any of them on you.
 619An. Let me yet know of you, whither you are bound.
 620Seb. No sooth sir: my determinate voyage is meere
 621extrauagancie. But I perceiue in you so excellent a touch
 622of modestie, that you will not extort from me, what I am
 623willing to keepe in: therefore it charges me in manners,
 624the rather to expresse my selfe: you must know of mee
 625then Antonio, my name is Sebastian (which I call'd Rodo-
 626rigo) my father was that Sebastian of Messaline, whom I
 627know you haue heard of. He left behinde him, my selfe,
 628and a sister, both borne in an houre: if the Heanens had
 629beene pleas'd, would we had so ended. But you sir, al-
 630ter'd that, for some houre before you tooke me from the
 631breach of the sea, was my sister drown'd.
 632Ant. Alas the day.
 633Seb. A Lady sir, though it was said shee much resem-
 634bled me, was yet of many accounted beautiful: but thogh
 635I could not with such estimable wonder ouer-farre be-
 636leeue that, yet thus farre I will boldly publish her, shee
 637bore a minde that enuy could not but call faire: Shee is
 638drown'd already sir with salt water, though I seeme to
 639drowne her remembrance againe with more.
 640Ant. Pardon me sir, your bad entertainment.
 641Seb. O good Antonio, forgiue me your trouble.
 642Ant. If you will not murther me for my loue, let mee
 643be your seruant.
 644Seb. If you will not vndo what you haue done, that is
 645kill him, whom you haue recouer'd, desire it not. Fare
 646ye well at once, my bosome is full of kindnesse, and I
 647am yet so neere the manners of my mother, that vpon the
 648least occasion more, mine eyes will tell tales of me: I am
 649bound to the Count Orsino's Court, farewell.  Exit
 650Ant. The gentlenesse of all the gods go with thee:
 651I haue many enemies in Orsino's Court,
 652Else would I very shortly see thee there:
 653But come what may, I do adore thee so,
 654That danger shall seeme sport, and I will go.  Exit.
 
 
 655Scaena Secunda. 
 
 
 656Enter Viola and Maluolio, at seuerall doores.
 657Mal. Were not you eu'n now, with the Countesse O-
 658liuia?
 659Vio. Euen now sir, on a moderate pace, I haue since a-
 660riu'd but hither.
 661Mal. She returnes this Ring to you (sir) you might
 662haue saued mee my paines, to haue taken it away your
 663selfe. She adds moreouer, that you should put your Lord

 664into a desperate assurance, she will none of him. And one
 665thing more, that you be neuer so hardie to come againe
 666in his affaires, vnlesse it bee to report your Lords taking
 667of this: receiue it so.
 668Vio. She tooke the Ring of me, Ile none of it.
 669Mal. Come sir, you peeuishly threw it to her: and
 670her will is, it should be so return'd: If it bee worth stoo-
 671ping for, there it lies, in your eye: if not, bee it his that
 672findes it.  Exit.
 673Vio. I left no Ring with her: what meanes this Lady?
 674Fortune forbid my out-side haue not charm'd her:
 675She made good view of me, indeed so much,
 676That me thought her eyes had lost her tongue,
 677For she did speake in starts distractedly.
 678She loues me sure, the cunning of her passion
 679Inuites me in this churlish messenger:
 680None of my Lords Ring? Why he sent her none;
 681I am the man, if it be so, as tis,
 682Poore Lady, she were better loue a dreame:
 683Disguise, I see thou art a wickednesse,
 684Wherein the pregnant enemie does much.
 685How easie is it, for the proper false
 686In womens waxen hearts to set their formes:
 687Alas, O frailtie is the cause, not wee,
 688For such as we are made, if such we bee:
 689How will this fadge? My master loues her deerely,
 690And I (poore monster) fond asmuch on him:
 691And she (mistaken) seemes to dote on me:
 692What will become of this? As I am man,
 693My state is desperate for my maisters loue:
 694As I am woman (now alas the day)
 695What thriftlesse sighes shall poore Oliuia breath?
 696O time, thou must vntangle this, not I,
 697It is too hard a knot for me t'vnty.
 
 
 698Scoena Tertia. 
 
 
 699Enter Sir Toby, and Sir Andrew.
 700To. Approach Sir Andrew: not to bee a bedde after
 701midnight, is to be vp betimes, and Deliculo surgere, thou
 702know'st.
 703And. Nay by my troth I know not: but I know, to
 704be vp late, is to be vp late.
 705To. A false conclusion: I hate it as an vnfill'd Canne.
 706To be vp after midnight, and to go to bed then is early:
 707so that to go to bed after midnight, is to goe to bed be-
 708times. Does not our liues consist of the foure Ele-
 709ments? 
 710And. Faith so they say, but I thinke it rather consists
 711of eating and drinking.
 712To. Th'art a scholler; let vs therefore eate and drinke.
 713Marian I say, a stoope of wine.
 714Enter Clowne.
 715And. Heere comes the foole yfaith.
 716Clo. How now my harts: Did you neuer see the Pic-
 717ture of we three?
 718To. Welcome asse, now let's haue a catch.
 719And. By my troth the foole has an excellent breast. I
 720had rather then forty shillings I had such a legge, and so
 721sweet a breath to sing, as the foole has. Insooth thou wast
 722in very gracious fooling last night, when thou spok'st of
 723Pigrogromitus, of the Vapians passing the Equinoctial of
 724Queubus: 'twas very good yfaith: I sent thee sixe pence
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