A Room in the DUKE'S Palace. |
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Enter VALENTINE, and VIOLA in man's attire. |
Val. If the duke continue these favours towards you, Cesario, you are like to be much advanced: he hath known you but three days, and already you are no stranger. |
Vio. You either fear his humour or my negligence, that you call in question the continuance of his love. Is he inconstant, sir, in his favours? |
Val. No, believe me. |
Vio. I thank you. Here comes the count. |
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Enter DUKE, CURIO, and Attendants. |
Duke. Who saw Cesario? ho! |
Vio. On your attendance, my lord; here. |
Duke. Stand you awhile aloof. Cesario, |
Thou know'st no less but all; I have unclasp'd |
To thee the book even of my secret soul: |
Therefore, good youth, address thy gait unto her, |
Be not denied access, stand at her doors, |
And tell them, there thy fixed foot shall grow |
Till thou have audience. |
Vio. Sure, my noble lord, |
If she be so abandon'd to her sorrow |
As it is spoke, she never will admit me. |
Duke. Be clamorous and leap all civil bounds |
Rather than make unprofited return. |
Vio. Say I do speak with her, my lord, what then? |
Duke. O! then unfold the passion of my love; |
Surprise her with discourse of my dear faith: |
It shall become thee well to act my woes; |
She will attend it better in thy youth |
Than in a nuncio of more grave aspect. |
Vio. I think not so, my lord. |
Duke. Dear lad, believe it; |
For they shall yet belie thy happy years |
That say thou art a man: Diana's lip |
Is not more smooth and rubious; thy small pipe |
Is as the maiden's organ, shrill and sound; |
And all is semblative a woman's part. |
I know thy constellation is right apt |
For this affair. Some four or five attend him; |
All, if you will; for I myself am best |
When least in company. Prosper well in this, |
And thou shalt live as freely as thy lord, |
To call his fortunes thine. |
Vio. I'll do my best |
To woo your lady: [Aside] yet, a barful strife! |
Whoe'er I woo, myself would be his wife. [Exeunt. |
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