Twelfth Night: Or What You Will Page #5

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 hills

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!

You might do much.

What is your parentage?

Above my fortunes, yet my state is well:

I am a gentleman.

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.

I am no fee'd post, lady

keep your purse:

My master, not myself,

lacks recompense.

Farewell, fair cruelty.

'What is your parentage?'

'Above my fortunes, yet my state is well:

I am a gentleman.'

I'll be sworn thou art

Nay, not too fast.

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!

Here, madam, at your service.

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.

-Madam, I will.

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.

Were not you even now

with the Countess Olivia?

Even now, sir on a moderate pace

I have since arrived but hither.

he returns this ring to you, sir: you might have

saved me my pains, to have taken it away yourself.

She adds, moreover, that you should put your lord

into a desperate assurance she will none of him:

-Well, receive it so!

- She took the ring of me: I'll none of it.

Come, sir, you peevishly threw it to her and her

will is, it should be so returned:

if it be worth stooping for, there it lies in your eye

if not, be it his that finds it.

I left no ring with her!

what means this lady?

Fortune forbid my outside

have not charm'd her!

She made good view of me

indeed, so much, That sure methought

her eyes had lost her tongue, For she did speak in starts

distractedly.

She loves me!

Sure...

I am the man!

Will you stay no longer?

-Let me yet know of you... wither you are bound!

-No.

You must know of me then, Antonio.

My name is Sebastian.

My father was that Sebastian of Messaline,

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