The Works of William Shakespeare [Cambridge Edition] [Vol. 3 of 9]Shakespeare, William
General
The Works of William Shakespeare [Cambridge Edition] [Vol. 3 of 9]
Shakespeare, William
English drama
_Vio._ There is a fair behaviour in thee, captain;
And though that nature with a beauteous wall
Doth oft close in pollution, yet of thee
I will believe thou hast a mind that suits 50
With this thy fair and outward character.
I prithee, and I'll pay thee bounteously,
Conceal me what I am, and be my aid
For such disguise as haply shall become
The form of my intent. I'll serve this Duke: 55
Thou shalt present me as an eunuch to him:
It may be worth thy pains; for I can sing,
And speak to him in many sorts of music,
That will allow me very worth his service.
What else may hap to time I will commit; 60
Only shape thou thy silence to my wit.
_Cap._ Be you his eunuch, and your mute I'll be:
When my tongue blabs, then let mine eyes not see.
_Vio._ I thank thee: lead me on. [_Exeunt._
LINENOTES:
SCENE II.: The sea-coast] Capell. The street. Rowe.
[2] _This is_] om. Pope.
[7] _and so_] _so_ Pope.
[10] _those_] _that_ Rowe (ed. 2). _this_ Capell. _the_ Anon. conj.
[11] _our_] _your_ Rowe.
_driving_] _droving_ F3 F4.
[15] _Arion_] Pope. _Orion_ Ff.
[18] _For ... gold_] _There's gold for saying so_ Pope.
[21] _Know'st_] _And knowest_ Hanmer.
[24-27] _Who ... Orsino_] As two lines in Hanmer, ending _nature ...
Orsino._
[25] _in name_] _in his name_ Hanmer.
[29-35] _He was ... she?_] As six lines in Steevens (1793), ending,
_now, ... month ... fresh ... do, ... seek ... she?_
[37] _twelvemonth_] _twelve months_ Rowe.
[39] _love_] _loss_ S. Walker conj.
[40] _hath_] F1. _had_ F2 F3 F4.
[40, 41] _company And sight_] Hanmer. _sight And company_ Ff.
[42] _And_] _And't_ Hanmer.
_delivered_] _deliver'd_ Rowe.
[43] _mellow_,] Hanmer. _mellow_ Ff. _fellow_ Anon. conj.
[50] _will_] _weil_ S. Walker conj.
SCENE III. OLIVIA'S _house._
_Enter_ Sir TOBY BELCH _and_ MARIA.
_Sir To._ What a plague means my niece, to take the death
of her brother thus? I am sure care's an enemy to life.
_Mar._ By my troth, Sir Toby, you must come in earlier
o' nights: your cousin, my lady, takes great exceptions to
your ill hours. 5
_Sir Toby._ Why, let her except, before excepted.
_Mar._ Ay, but you must confine yourself within the
modest limits of order.
_Sir To._ Confine! I'll confine myself no finer than I
am: these clothes are good enough to drink in; and so be 10
these boots too: an they be not, let them hang themselves
in their own straps.
_Mar._ That quaffing and drinking will undo you: I
heard my lady talk of it yesterday; and of a foolish knight
that you brought in one night here to be her wooer. 15
_Sir To._ Who, Sir Andrew Aguecheek?
_Mar._ Ay, he.
_Sir To._ He's as tall a man as any's in Illyria.
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
Reviews
Reviews
No reviews yet
Be the first to share your thoughts on this work.
Elsewhere in the archive
Join the Discussion
Join the discussion
Sign in to leave a comment or review.
Sign InorCreate an account