_Vio._ Most radiant, exquisite and unmatchable beauty,--I pray you, tell me if this be the lady of the house, for I 160 never saw her: I would be loath to cast away my speech, for besides that it is excellently well penned, I have taken great pains to con it. Good beauties, let me sustain no scorn; I am very comptible, even to the least sinister usage. _Oli._ Whence came you, sir? 165 _Vio._ I can say little more than I have studied, and that question's out of my part. Good gentle one, give me modest assurance if you be the lady of the house, that I may proceed in my speech. _Oli._ Are you a comedian? 170 _Vio._ No, my profound heart: and yet, by the very fangs of malice I swear, I am not that I play. Are you the lady of the house? _Oli._ If I do not usurp myself, I am. _Vio._ Most certain, if you are she, you do usurp your-self; 175 for what is yours to bestow is not yours to reserve. But this is from my commission: I will on with my speech in your praise, and then show you the heart of my message. _Oli._ Come to what is important in't: I forgive you the praise. 180 _Vio._ Alas, I took great pains to study it, and 'tis poetical. _Oli._ It is the more like to be feigned: I pray you, keep it in. I heard you were saucy at my gates, and allowed your approach rather to wonder at you than to hear you. 185 If you be not mad, be gone; if you have reason, be brief: 'tis not that time of moon with me to make one in so skipping a dialogue. _Mar._ Will you hoist sail, sir? here lies your way. _Vio._ No, good swabber; I am to hull here a little 190 longer. Some mollification for your giant, sweet lady. Tell me your mind: I am a messenger. _Oli._ Sure, you have some hideous matter to deliver, when the courtesy of it is so fearful. Speak your office. _Vio._ It alone concerns your ear. I bring no overture 195 of war, no taxation of homage: I hold the olive in my hand; my words are as full of peace as matter. _Oli._ Yet you began rudely. What are you? what would you? _Vio._ The rudeness that hath appeared in me have I 200 learned from my entertainment. What I am, and what I would, are as secret as maidenhead; to your ears, divinity, to any other's, profanation. _Oli._ Give us the place alone: we will hear this divinity. [_Exeunt Maria and Attendants._] Now, sir, what is your text? 205 _Vio._ Most sweet lady,-- _Oli._ A comfortable doctrine, and much may be said of it. Where lies your text? _Vio._ In Orsino's bosom. _Oli._ In his bosom! In what chapter of his bosom? 210 _Vio._ To answer by the method, in the first of his heart.