. The comedies, histories, tragedies, and poems of William Shakspere. 11 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 youths perfections. With an invisible and subtle stealth, To creep in at mine eyes. Well, let it be.— What, ho, Malvolio !— He-enter Malvolio. Mal. Here, madam, at your service. Oli. Run after that same peevish messenger. The countys man: he left this ring behind him, Would I, or not; tel
. The comedies, histories, tragedies, and poems of William Shakspere. 11 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 youths perfections. With an invisible and subtle stealth, To creep in at mine eyes. Well, let it be.— What, ho, Malvolio !— He-enter Malvolio. Mal. Here, madam, at your service. Oli. Run after that same peevish messenger. The countys man: he left this ring behind him, Would I, or not; tell him, I 11 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 11 give him reasons for t. Hie thee, Madam, I will. \Exit. Oli. 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. a We do not own, possess, [Scene I.] ACT IL SCENE l.—The Sea-coast. Enter Antonio and Sebastian. Ant. Will you stay no longer ? nor will you not that I go with you V Seb. By your patience, no : my stars shine darkly over me ; the malignancy ofmy fate might, perhaps, distemper yours; therefore I shall crave of youyour leave that I may bear my evils alone: It were a bad recompense foryour love to lay any of them on you. Ant. Let me yet know of you whither you are bound. Seb. No, sooth, sir; my determinate voyage is mere extravagancy. But Iperceive in you so excellent a touch of modesty, that you will not extortfrom me what I am willing to keep in; therefore it charges me in mannersthe rather to express^ myself. You must know of me then, Antonio, myname is Sebastian, which I called Kodorigo; my father was that Sebastian 1 Express—make known. SCENE II.] TWELFTH NIGHT. 277 of Messaline^, whom I know you have heard of: he left behind him, mysel
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