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And in dimension and the shape of nature

A gracious person; but yet I cannot love him.

He might have took his answer long ago.

VIOLA.

If I did love you in my master's flame,

With such a suff'ring, such a deadly life,

In your denial I would find no sense;

I would not understand it.

OLIVIA.

Why, what would you?

VIOLA.

Make me a willow cabin at your gate,

And call upon my soul within the house;

Write loyal cantons of contemned love

And sing them loud even in the dead of night;

Halloo your name to the reverberate hals,

And make the babbling gossip of the air

Cry out 'Olivia!' O, you should not rest

Between the elements of air and earth

But you should pity me!

OLIVIA.

You might do much.

What is your parentage?

VIOLA.

Above my fortunes, yet my state is well:

I am a gentleman.

OLIVIA.

Get you to your lord.

I cannot love him; let him send no more-

Unless perchance you come to me again

To tell me how he takes it. Fare you well.

I thank you for your pains; spend this for me.

VIOLA.

I am no fee'd post, lady; keep your purse;

My master, not myself, lacks recompense.

Love make his heart of flint that you shall love;

And let your fervour, like my master's, be

Plac'd in contempt! Farewell, fair cruelty. Exit

OLIVIA. 'What is your parentage?'

'Above my fortunes, yet my state is well:

I am a gentleman.' I'll be sworn thou art;

Thy tongue, thy face, thy limbs, actions, and spirit,

Do give thee five-fold blazon. Not too fast! Soft, soft!

Unless the master were the man. How now!

Even so quickly may one catch the plague?

Methinks I feel this youth's perfections

With an invisible and subtle stealth

To creep in at mine eyes. Well, let it be.

What ho, Malvolio!

Re-enter MALVOLIO

MALVOLIO.

Here, madam, at your service.

OLIVIA.

Run after that same peevish messenger,

The County's man. He left this ring behind him,

Would I or not. Tell him I'll none of it.

Desire him not to flatter with his lord,

Nor hold him up with hopes; I am not for him.

If that the youth will come this way to-morrow,

I'll give him reasons for't. Hie thee, Malvolio.

MALVOLIO.

Madam, I will. Exit

OLIVIA. I do I know not what, and fear to find

Mine eye too great a flatterer for my mind.

Fate, show thy force: ourselves we do not owe;

What is decreed must be; and be this so! Exit

ACT II. SCENE I. The sea-coast

Enter ANTONIO and SEBASTIAN

ANTONIO.

Will you stay no longer; nor will you not that I go with you?

SEBASTIAN.

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.

ANTONIO.

Let me know of you whither you are bound.

SEBASTIAN.

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 call'd 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 pleas'd, would we had so ended! But you, sir, alter'd that;

for some hour before you took me from the breach of the sea was

my sister drown'd.

ANTONIO.

Alas the day!

SEBASTIAN.

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 mind that envy could not but call

fair. She is drown'd already, sir, with salt water, though I seem

to drown her remembrance again with more.

ANTONIO.

Pardon me, sir, your bad entertainment.

SEBASTIAN.

O good Antonio, forgive me your trouble.

ANTONIO.

If you will not murder me for my love, let me be your servant.