Vio. I pittie you Ol. That's a degree to loue Vio. No not a grize: for tis a vulgar proofe That verie oft we pitty enemies Ol. Why then me thinkes 'tis time to smile agen: O world, how apt the poore are to be proud? If one should be a prey, how much the better To fall before the Lion, then the Wolfe? Clocke strikes. The clocke vpbraides me with the waste of time: Be not affraid good youth, I will not haue you, And yet when wit and youth is come to haruest, Your wife is like to reape a proper man: There lies your way, due West Vio. Then Westward hoe: Grace and good disposition attend your Ladyship: You'l nothing Madam to my Lord, by me: Ol. Stay: I prethee tell me what thou thinkst of me? Vio. That you do thinke you are not what you are Ol. If I thinke so, I thinke the same of you Vio. Then thinke you right: I am not what I am Ol. I would you were, as I would haue you be Vio. Would it be better Madam, then I am? I wish it might, for now I am your foole Ol. O what a deale of scorne, lookes beautifull? In the contempt and anger of his lip, A murdrous guilt shewes not it selfe more soone, Then loue that would seeme hid: Loues night, is noone. Cesario, by the Roses of the Spring, By maid-hood, honor, truth, and euery thing, I loue thee so, that maugre all thy pride, Nor wit, nor reason, can my passion hide: Do not extort thy reasons from this clause, For that I woo, thou therefore hast no cause: But rather reason thus, with reason fetter; Loue sought, is good: but giuen vnsought, is better Vio. By innocence I sweare, and by my youth, I haue one heart, one bosome, and one truth, And that no woman has, nor neuer none Shall mistris be of it, saue I alone. And so adieu good Madam, neuer more, Will I my Masters teares to you deplore Ol. Yet come againe: for thou perhaps mayst moue That heart which now abhorres, to like his loue. Exeunt. Scoena Secunda. Enter Sir Toby, Sir Andrew, and Fabian. And. No faith, Ile not stay a iot longer: To. Thy reason deere venom, giue thy reason Fab. You must needes yeelde your reason, Sir Andrew? And. Marry I saw your Neece do more fauours to the Counts Seruing-man, then euer she bestow'd vpon mee: I saw't i'th Orchard To. Did she see the while, old boy, tell me that And. As plaine as I see you now Fab. This was a great argument of loue in her toward you And. S'light; will you make an Asse o'me Fab. I will proue it legitimate sir, vpon the Oathes of iudgement, and reason To. And they haue beene grand Iurie men, since before Noah was a Saylor