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2. Of. Antonio, I arreft thee at the fuit Of count Orfino.

Ant. You do mistake me, fir.

1. Off. No, fir, no jot; I know your favour well, Though now you have no fea-cap on your head.— Take him away; he knows, I know him well.

Ant. I must obey.-This comes with feeking you;
But there's no remedy; I fhall answer it.
What will you do? Now my neceffity

Makes me to ask you for my purse: It grieves me
Much more, for what I cannot do for you,
Than what befals myself. You stand amaz'd;
But be of comfort.

2. Off. Come, fir, away.

Ant. I muft entreat of you fome of that money.
Vio. What money, fir?

For the fair kindness you have fhew'd me here,
And, part, being prompted by your prefent trouble,
Out of my lean and low ability

I'll lend you fomething: my having * is not much;
I'll make divifion of my prefent with you:
Hold, there's half my coffer.

Ant. Will you deny me now?

Is't poffible, that my deserts to you

Can lack perfuafion? Do not tempt my mifery,
Left that it make me fo unfound a man,

As to upbraid you with those kindnesses

That I have done for you.

Vio. I know of none;

Nor know I you by voice, or any feature :
I hate ingratitude more in a man,

Than lying, vainnefs, babbling drunkenness,

Or any taint of vice, whofe ftrong corruption
Inhabits our frail blood.

Ant. O heavens themselves!

2. Off. Come, fir, I pray you, go.

Ant. Let me fpeak a little. This youth that you fee here,

I fnatch'd one half out of the jaws of death;

my having-] See Vol. I. p. 253, n. 5. MALONE.

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Reliev'd him with fuch fanctity of love,-
And to his image, which, methought, did promife
Moft venerable worth, did I devotion.

1. Off. What's that to us? The time goes by; away.
Ant. But, O, how vile an idol proves this god!-
Thou haft, Sebaftian, done good feature fhame.-
In nature there's no blemish, but the mind;
None can be call'd deform'd, but the unkind:
Virtue is beauty; but the beauteous-evil

Are empty trunks, o'erflourish'd by the devil.

1. Of. The man grows mad; away with him. Come, come, fir.

Ant. Lead me on. [Exeunt Officers with ANTONIO. Vio. Methinks, his words do from fuch paffion fly, That he believes himself; fo do not I9.

Prove true, imagination, O, prove true,

That I, dear brother, be now ta'en for you!

Sir Ta. Come hither, knight; come hither, Fabian; we'll whisper o'er a couplet or two of moft fage faws. Vio. He nam'd Sebaftian; I my brother know Yet living in my glafs; even fuch, and fo, In favour was my brother; and he went Still in this fashion, colour, ornament, For him I imitate: O, if it prove,

Tempefts are kind, and falt waves fresh in love! [Exit. Sir To. A very difhoneft paltry boy, and more a coward than a hare his dishonesty appears, in leaving his friend here in neceffity, and denying him; and for his cowardfhip, afk Fabian.

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o'erflourish'd by the devil.] In the time of Shakspeare, trunks, which are now depofited in lumber-rooms, or other obfcure places, were part of the furniture of apartments in which company was received. I have feen more than one of thefe, as old as the time of our poet. They were richly ornamented on the tops and fides with fcroll work, emblematical devices, &c. and were elevated on feet. Shakspeare has the fame expreffion in Measure for Measure:

your title to him

"Doth flourish the deceit". STEEVENS. Again, in his 60th Sonnet:

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"Time doth transfix the flourish fet on youth." MALONE. -fo do not I.] This, I believe, means, I do not yet believe myself, when, from this accident, I gather hope of my brother's life. JOHNSON.

Fab.

Fab. A coward, a moft devout coward, religious in it.
Sir And. 'Slid, I'll after him again, and beat him.

Sir To. Do, cuff him foundly, but never draw thy fword.
Sir And. An I do not,-

Fab. Come, let's fee the event.

[Exit,

Sir To. I dare lay any money, 'twill be nothing yet.

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SCENE I,

The Street before Olivia's Houfe.

Enter SEBASTIAN and CLOWN.

Clown. Will you make me believe, that I am not sent for you?

Seb. Go to, go to, thou art a foolish fellow;

Let me be clear of thee.

Clown. Well held out, i'faith! No, I do not know you; nor I am not fent to you by my lady, to bid you come speak with her; nor your name is not master Cefario; nor this is not my nose neither.-Nothing, that is fo, is fo.

Seb. I pr'ythee, vent thy folly fomewhere else; Thou know'ft not me.

Clown. Vent my folly! He has heard that word of fome great man, and now applies it to a fool. Vent my folly! I am afraid this great lubber the world will prove a cockney-I pr'ythee now, ungird thy ftrangeness, and tell me what I fhall vent to my lady; Shall I vent to her, that thou art coming?

Seb. I pr'ythee, foolish Greek, depart from me;

1 I am afraid this great lubber the world &c.] That is, affectation and foppery will overfpread the world. JOHNSON.

2-foolish Greek,] Greek, was as much as to say bawd or pander. He understood the Clown to be acting in that office. A bawdy-house was called Corinth, and the frequenters of it Corinthians, which words Occur frequently in Shakspeare, efpecially in Timon of Athens, and K. Henry IV. WARBURTON.

Can our author have alluded to St. Paul's Epiftle to the Romans, Chap. i. v. 66 V. 23: to the Greeks foolishness. STEEVENS.

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There's

There's money for thee; if you tarry longer,

I fhall give worfe payment.

Clown. By my troth, thou hast an open hand:-These wife men, that give fools money, get themselves a good report after fourteen years' purchase 3.

Enter Sir ANDREW, Sir TOBY, and FABIAN.

Sir And. Now, fir, have I met you again? there's for

you. [ftriking Sebaftian. Seb. Why, there's for thee, and there, and there: Are all the people mad? [ftriking Sir Andrew, Sir To. Hold, fir, or I'll throw your dagger o'er the house.

Clown. This will I tell my lady ftraight: I would not be in fome of your coats for two pence. [Exit Clown. Sir To. Come on, fir; hold. [holding Sebaftian.

Sir And. Nay, let him alone, I'll go another way to work with him; I'll have an action of battery against him, if there be any law in Illyria: though I ftruck him firft, yet it's no matter for that.

Seb. Let go thy hand.

Sir To. Come, fir, I will not let you go. Come, my young foldier, put up your iron: you are well flesh'd;

come on.

Seb. I will be free from thee. What wouldst thou now? If thou dar'ft tempt me further, draw thy fword. [draws. Sir To. What, what? Nay, then I muft have an ounce or two of this malapert blood from you. [draws,

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- get themselves a good report after fourteen years' purcbafe.] This feems to carry a piece of fatire upon monopolies, the crying grievance of that time. The grants generally were for fourteen years; and the petitions being referred to a committee, it was fufpected that money gained favourable reports from thence. WARBURTON.

This paffage may be confidered as a further corroboration of Mr. Tyrwhitt's conjecture, that Twelfth-Night was written in 1614. The grievance of monopolies, though long complained of, had, it fhould feem, rifen to a greater height at that time than ever, for next to the undertakers, it was the great fubject of parliamentary debate, during the fhort feflion of that year. Mr. Heath however thinks the meaning is, 46 – purchase a good report [or character] at a very extravagant price." MALONE.

Enter

Enter OLIVIA.

Oli. Hold, Toby; on thy life, I charge thee, hold.
Sir To. Madam?

Oli. Will it be ever thus? Ungracious wretch,
Fit for the mountains, and the barbarous caves,
Where manners ne'er were preach'd! out of my fight!
Be not offended, dear Cefario:-

Rudefby, be gone!-I pr'ythee, gentle friend,

[Exeunt Sir TOBY, Sir ANDREW, and FABIAN. Let thy fair wisdom, not thy paffion, fway In this uncivil and unjuft extent +

Against thy peace. Go with me to my house;
And hear thou there how many fruitless pranks
This ruffian hath botch'd up, that thou thereby
May't smile at this: thou shalt not choose but go;
Do not deny: Befhrew his foul for me,

He started one poor heart of mine in thee.

Seb. What relifh is in this 7? how runs the ftream? Or I am mad, or elfe this is a dream :—

4 In this uncivil and unjust extent] Extent is, in law, a writ of execution, whereby goods are feized for the king. It is therefore taken here for violence in general. JOHNSON.

5 This ruffian bath botch'd up,] A coarfe expreffion for made up, as a bad taylor is called a botcher, and to botch is to make clumfily. JOHNSON. Dr. Johnson is certainly right. A fimilar expreffion occurs in Antony and Cleopatra:

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if you'll patch a quarrel

"As matter whole you've not to make it with."

Again, in King Henry V :

"Do botch and bungle up damnation." STEEVENS.

6 He farted one poor heart of mine in thee. ] I know not whether here be not an ambiguity intended between beart and bart. The fenfe however is easy enough. He that offends thee, attacks one of my bearts; or, as the ancients expreffed it, baif my heart. JOHNSON.

The equivoque fuggefted by Dr. Johnson was, I have no doubt, intended. Heart in our author's time was frequently written bart; and Shakfpeare delights in playing on these words. See Vol. III. p. 178, n. 8.

MALONE.

7 What relish is in this ?] How does this tafte? What judgment am I to make of it? JOHNSON.

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