[89, 90] _Sneck up_] F3 F4. _Snecke up_ F1 F2. _Strike up_ Rowe (ed. 2). _Sneak-cup_ Rann (Steevens and Capell conj.). _Sneb up_ Becket conj. _Snack up_ Jackson conj. _Snick up_ Collier (Dyce). [90] [Hiccoughs. Theobald. [92] _though_] F1 F2. om. F3 F4. [93] _kinsman_] _uncle_ Rowe (ed. 2). [95] _an_] Rowe (ed. 2). _and_ Ff. [97] See note (VIII). [98] Mar.] Mal. Steevens. [101] _never_] _nevery_ F2. [105] _an_] Theobald, _and_ Ff. [107] _no, no, no, no_] _no, no, no_ Theobald. [108] _tune, sir_:] _tune sir,_ Ff. _time, sir?_ Theobald, _tune!--sir,_ Collier. _tune, sir?_ Staunton. _Art_] _Art thou_ Rowe. [113] _Thou'rt_] Rowe. _Th'art_ Ff. _chain_] _chin_ Johnson conj. [114] _stoup_] _stope_ Ff. stoop Rowe. [120] _the field_] _to the field_ Rowe (ed. 2.) [125] _the youth_] _that youth_ Collier MS. _count's_] _Duke's_ Rowe. [127] _a nayword_] Rowe. _an ayword_ Ff. _a byeword_ L.H. apud Theobald conj. [130] Sir To.] Sir And. S. Walker conj. [132] _puritan_] _a puritan_ Hanmer. [139] _affectioned_] _affected_ Hanmer. [140] _state without book_] _stale wit out of books_ Anon. conj. _swarths_] _swaths_ Collier. [142] _grounds_] F1. _ground_ F2 F3 F4. [155] _letters_] _letter_ Collier MS. [156] _they come_] _it comes_ Collier MS. _she's_] _she is_ F4. [159] Sir And.] Sir To. Harness (Tyrwhitt conj.). [160] _Ass, I_] _As I_ S. Walker conj. [163] _with him_] _him him_ Rowe (ed. 2). [164] _his_] F1. _this_ F2 F3 F4. SCENE IV. _The_ DUKE'S _palace_. _Enter_ DUKE, VIOLA, CURIO, _and others._ _Duke._ Give me some music. Now, good morrow, friends. Now, good Cesario, but that piece of song, That old and antique song we heard last night: Methought it did relieve my passion much, More than light airs and recollected terms 5 Of these most brisk and giddy-paced times: Come, but one verse. _Cur._ He is not here, so please your lordship, that should sing it. _Duke._ Who was it? 10 _Cur._ Feste, the jester, my lord; a fool that the lady Olivia's father took much delight in. He is about the house. _Duke._ Seek him out, and play the tune the while. [_Exit Curio. Music plays._ Come hither, boy: if ever thou shalt love, In the sweet pangs of it remember me; 15 For such as I am all true lovers are, Unstaid and skittish in all motions else, Save in the constant image of the creature That is beloved. How dost thou like this tune? _Vio._ It gives a very echo to the seat 20 Where Love is throned. _Duke._ Thou dost speak masterly: My life upon't, young though thou art, thine eye Hath stay'd upon some favour that it loves: Hath it not, boy?