into a desperate assurance, she will none of him. And one
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thing more, that you be neuer so hardie to come againe
in his affaires, vnlesse it bee to report your Lords taking
of this: receiue it so.
Vio.
She tooke the Ring of me, Ile none of it.
Mal.
Come sir, you peeuishly threw it to her: and
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her will is, it should be so return'd: If it bee worth stoo
ping for, there it lies, in your eye: if not, bee it his that
findes it.
Exit.Vio.I left no Ring with her: what meanes this Lady?Fortune forbid my out‑side haue not charm'd her:
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She made good view of me, indeed so much,That me thought her eyes had lost her tongue,For she did speake in starts distractedly.She loues me sure, the cunning of her passionInuites me in this churlish messenger:
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None of my Lords Ring? Why he sent her none;I am the man, if it be so, as tis,Poore Lady, she were better loue a dreame:Disguise, I see thou art a wickednesse,Wherein the pregnant enemie does much.
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How easie is it, for the proper falseIn womens waxen hearts to set their formes:Alas, O frailtie is the cause, not wee,For such as we are made, if such we bee:How will this fadge? My master loues her deerely,
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And I (poore monster) fond asmuch on him:And she (mistaken) seemes to dote on me:What will become of this? As I am man,My state is desperate for my maisters loue:As I am woman (now alas the day)
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What thriftlesse sighes shall poore
Oliuia breath?
O time, thou must vntangle this, not I,It is too hard a knot for me t'vnty.
Scœna Tertia.
[Act 2, Scene 3]
Enter Sir Toby, and Sir Andrew.To.
Approach Sir
Andrew: not to bee a bedde after
midnight, is to be vp betimes, and
Deliculo surgere, thou
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know'st.
And.
Nay by my troth I know not: but I know, to
be vp late, is to be vp late.
To.
A false conclusion: I hate it as an vnfill'd Canne.
To be vp after midnight, and to go to bed then is early:
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so that to go to bed after midnight, is to goe to bed be
times. Does not our liues consist of the foure Ele
ments?
And.
Faith so they say, but I thinke it rather consists
of eating and drinking.
To.
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Th'art a scholler; let vs therefore eate and drinke
Marian I say, a stoope of wine.
Enter Clowne.And.
Heere comes the foole yfaith.
Clo.
How now my harts: Did you neuer see the Pic
ture of we three?
To.
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Welcome asse, now let's haue a catch.
And.
By my troth the foole has an excellent breast. I
had rather then forty shillings I had such a legge, and so
sweet a breath to sing, as the foole has. Insooth thou wast
in very gracious fooling last night, when thou spok'st of
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Pigrogromitus, of the
Vapians pasing the Equinoctial of
Queubus: 'twas very good yfaith: I sent thee sixe pence
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<p n="589">Will you stay no longer: nor will you not that
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<p n="596">Let me yet know of you, whither you are bound.</p>
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<p n="597">No sooth sir: my determinate voyage is meere
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<lb n="606"/>beene pleas'd, would we had so ended. But you sir, al
<lb n="607"/>tered that, for some houre before you tooke me from the
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<sp who="#F-tn-ant">
<speaker rend="italic">Ant.</speaker>
<p n="609">Alas the day.</p>
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<sp who="#F-tn-seb">
<speaker rend="italic">Seb.</speaker>
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<lb n="614"/>bore a minde that enuy could not but call faire: Shee is
<lb n="615"/>drown'd already sir with salt water, though I seeme to
<lb n="616"/>drowne her remembrance againe with more.</p>
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<sp who="#F-tn-ant">
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<p n="617">Pardon me sir, your bad entertainment.</p>
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<p n="618">O good<hi rend="italic">Antonio</hi>, forgiue me your trouble.</p>
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<lb n="623"/>ye well at once, my bosome is full of kindnesse, and I
<lb n="624"/>am yet so neere the manners of my mother, that vpon the
<lb n="625"/>least occasion more, mine eyes will tell tales of me: I am
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<l n="627">The gentlenesse of all the gods go with thee:</l>
<l n="628">I haue many enemies in Orsino's Court,</l>
<l n="629">Else would I very shortly see thee there:</l>
<l n="630">But come what may, I do adore thee so,</l>
<l n="631">That danger shall seeme sport, and I will go.</l>
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<stage rend="italic rightJustified" type="exit">Exit.</stage>
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