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OLIVIA's garden.
[Enter VIOLA, and Clown with a tabor]
VIOLA
Save thee friend and thy music: dost thou live by thy tabor?
CLOWN
No sir, I live by the church.
VIOLA
Art thou a churchman?
CLOWN
No such matter sir, I do live by the church: for I do live at my house, and
my house doth stand by the church.
VIOLA
So thou mayst say the king lies by a beggar, if a beggar dwell near him:
or the church stands by thy tabor, if thy tabor stand by the church.
CLOWN
You have said sir: To see this age: A sentence is but a cheveril glove to a
good wit, how quickly the wrong side may be turned outward.
VIOLA
Nay that's certain: they that dally nicely with words, may quickly make them
wanton.
CLOWN
I would therefore my sister had had no name sir.
VIOLA
Why man?
CLOWN
Why sir, her name's a word, and to dally with that word, might make my
sister wanton: But indeed words are very rascals, since bonds disgraced them.
VIOLA
Thy reason man?
CLOWN
Troth sir, I can yield you none without words, and words are grown so
false, I am loath to prove reason with them.
VIOLA
I warrant thou art a merry fellow, and carst for nothing.
CLOWN
Not so sir, I do care for something: but in my conscience sir, I do not
care for you: if that be to care for nothing sir, I would it would make you
invisible.
VIOLA
Art not thou the Lady Olivia's fool?
CLOWN
No indeed sir, the Lady Olivia has no folly, she will keep no fool sir,
till she be married, and fools are as like husbands, as pilchards are to
herrings, the husband's the bigger, I am indeed not her fool, but her
corrupter of words.
VIOLA
I saw thee late at the Count Orsino's.
CLOWN
Foolery sir, does walk about the orb like the sun, it shines everywhere. I
would be sorry sir, but the fool should be as oft with your master as with
my mistress: I think I saw your wisdom there.
VIOLA
Nay, an thou pass upon me, I'll no more with thee: Hold there's expenses
for thee.
CLOWN
Now Jove in his next commodity of hair, send thee a beard.
VIOLA
By my troth I'll tell thee, I am almost sick for one,
though I would not have it grow on my chin. Is thy lady within?
CLOWN
Would not a pair of these have bred sir?
VIOLA
Yes being kept together, and put to use.
CLOWN
I would play Lord Pandarus of Phrygia sir, to bring a Cressida to this
Troilus.
VIOLA
I understand you sir, 'tis well begged.
CLOWN
The matter I hope is not great sir; begging, but a beggar: Cressida was a
beggar. My lady is within sir. I will construe to them whence you come, who
you are, and what you would are out of my welkin, I might say element, but
the word is overworn.
[Exit]
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This fel|low is wise | enough | to play | the
fool,
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And to do | that well, craves | a kind | of wit:
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He must | observe | their mood | on whom | he
jests,
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The qual|ity | of pers|ons, and | the time:
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And like | the hag|gard, check | at eve|ry
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That comes | before | his eye.| This is a |
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As full | of lab|or as a // wise man's art:
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For fol|ly that | he wise|ly shows,| is fit;
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But wise | men fol|ly-fallen,| quite^taint |
their wit.
[Enter SIR TOBY BELCH, and SIR ANDREW]
SIR TOBY BELCH
Save you gentleman.
VIOLA
And you sir.
SIR ANDREW
Dieu vous garde, monsieur.
VIOLA
Et vous aussi votre serviteur.
SIR ANDREW
I hope sir, you are, and I am yours.
SIR TOBY BELCH
Will you encounter the house, my niece is desirous you should enter, if your
trade be to her.
VIOLA
I am bound to your niece sir, I mean she is the list of my voyage.
SIR TOBY BELCH
Taste your legs sir, put them to motion.
VIOLA
My legs do better understand me sir, than I understand what you mean by
bidding me taste my legs.
SIR TOBY BELCH
I mean to go sir, to enter.
VIOLA
I will answer you with gait and entrance, But we are prevented.
[Enter OLIVIA and MARIA]
Most excellent accomplished lady, the heavens rain odors on you.
SIR ANDREW
That youth's a rare courtier, Rain odors, well.
VIOLA
My matter hath no voice lady, but to your own most pregnant and vouchsafed ear.
SIR ANDREW
Odors, pregnant and vouchsafed: I'll get 'em all three already.
OLIVIA
Let the garden door be shut, and leave me to my hearing.
Give me your hand, sir.
VIOLA
My duty madam, and most humble service.
OLIVIA
What is your name?
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Cesar|io is | your serv|ant's name,| fair prin||cess.
OLIVIA
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My serv|ant sir?| 'Twas nev|er mer|ry world,
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Since^low|ly feign|ing was / called comp|liment:
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You're serv|ant to | the Count | Orsin|o youth.
VIOLA
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And he | is yours,| and his | must needs | be
yours:
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Your serv|ant's serv|ant, is your | servant |
madam.
OLIVIA
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For him,| I think | not^on | him: for | his
thoughts,
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Would they | were blanks,| rather | than filled |
with me.
VIOLA
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Madam,| I come | to whet | your gent|le thoughts
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On his | behalf.
OLIVIA
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O by your | leave I | pray you,
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I bade | you nev|er speak | again | of him;
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But would | you und|ertake | anoth|er suit
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I had rath|er hear | you, to | soli|cit that,
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Than mus|ic from | the spheres.
VIOLA
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Dear lady.
OLIVIA
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Give me | leave, be|seech you:| I did send,
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After | the last | enchant|ment you / did here,
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A ring | in chase | of you.| so did | I abuse
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Myself,| my serv|ant, and | I fear | me you:
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Under | your hard | construc|tion must | I sit,
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To force | that on | you in a | shameful |
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Which^you | knew none of yours.| what might | you
think?
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Have you | not set | mine^hon|our at | the stake,
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And bait|ed it | with all | the unmuz|zled
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That tyr|annous heart | can think?| To one^of
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Enough | is shown,| a cyp|ress, not | a bos||om,
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Hid|eth my heart:| So let | me hear | you speak.
VIOLA
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I pi|ty you.
OLIVIA
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That's a | degree | to love.
VIOLA
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No not | a grize:| for 'tis | a vul|gar proof
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That ve|ry oft | we pi|ty en|emies.
OLIVIA
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Why then | methinks | 'tis time | to smile |
again:
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O world,| how apt | the poor | are to | be proud?
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If one | should be | a prey,| how much | the
better
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To fall | before | the li|on, than | the wolf?
[Clock strikes]
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The clock | upbraids | me with | the waste | of
time:
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Be not | afraid | good^youth,| I will not | have
you,
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And yet | when^wit | and youth is | come to
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Your wife | is like | to reap | a prop|er man:
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There lies^|your way,| due^west.
VIOLA
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Then
west|ward-ho:
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Grace and good dis|posi|tion attend | your
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You'll noth|ing madam | to my lord,| by me:
OLIVIA
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Stay: I | prithee | tell me | what thou thinkst |
of me?
VIOLA
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That you | do think | you are / not what | you
are.
OLIVIA
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If I | think^so,| I think | the same | of you.
VIOLA
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Then think | you right:| I am / not what | I am.
OLIVIA
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I would | you were,| as I | would have | you be.
VIOLA
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Would it | be bet|ter mad|am, than | I am?
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I wish | it might,| for now | I am | your fool.
OLIVIA
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O^what | a deal | of scorn,| looks beautiful
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In the | contempt | and ang|er of | his lip,
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A murde|rous guilt | shows^not | itself | more*
soon,
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Than love | that would / seem hid:| love's night, is noon.
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Cesar|io, by | the ros|es of | the spring,
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By maid|hood, hon|or, truth | and eve|rything,
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I love | thee so,| that maug|er all | thy pride,
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Nor wit,| nor reas|on, can | my pas|sion hide:
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Do not | extort | thy reas|ons from | this
clause,
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For that | I woo,| thou there|fore* hast | no
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But rath|er reas|on thus,| with reas|on fetter;
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Love sought | is good:| but given | unsought,
better.
VIOLA
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By in|nocence | I swear,| and by | my youth,
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I have | one^heart,| one^bos|om, and | one^truth,
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And that | no wom|an has,| nor nev|er none
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Shall mist|ress be | of it,| save I | alone.
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And so | adieu | good mad|am, nev|er more,
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Will I | my mast|er's tears | to you | deplore.
OLIVIA
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Yet come | again:| for thou | perhaps | mayst^move
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That heart | which now | abhors,| to like | his love.
[Exeunt]