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VIOLA.
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No, not a grise; for 'tis a vulgar proof
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That very oft we pity enemies.
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OLIVIA.
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Why, then, methinks 'tis time to smile again:
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O world, how apt the poor are to be proud!
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If one should be a prey, how much the better
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To fall before the lion than the wolf! [Clock strikes.]
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The clock upbraids me with the waste of time.--
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Be not afraid, good youth, I will not have you:
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And yet, when wit and youth is come to harvest,
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Your wife is like to reap a proper man.
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There lies your way, due-west.
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VIOLA.
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Then westward-ho:
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Grace and good disposition 'tend your ladyship!
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You'll nothing, madam, to my lord by me?
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OLIVIA.
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Stay:
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I pr'ythee tell me what thou think'st of me.
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VIOLA.
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That you do think you are not what you are.
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OLIVIA.
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If I think so, I think the same of you.
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VIOLA.
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Then think you right; I am not what I am.
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OLIVIA.
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I would you were as I would have you be!
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VIOLA.
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Would it be better, madam, than I am,
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I wish it might; for now I am your fool.
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OLIVIA.
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O what a deal of scorn looks beautiful
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In the contempt and anger of his lip!
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A murd'rous guilt shows not itself more soon
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Than love that would seem hid: love's night is noon.
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Cesario, by the roses of the spring,
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By maidhood, honour, truth, and everything,
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I love thee so that, maugre all thy pride,
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Nor wit, nor reason, can my passion hide.
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Do not extort thy reasons from this clause,
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For, that I woo, thou therefore hast no cause:
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But rather reason thus with reason fetter:
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Love sought is good, but given unsought is better.
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VIOLA.
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By innocence I swear, and by my youth,
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I have one heart, one bosom, and one truth,
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And that no woman has; nor never none
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Shall mistress be of it, save I alone.
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And so adieu, good madam; never more
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Will I my master's tears to you deplore.
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OLIVIA.
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Yet come again: for thou, perhaps, mayst move
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That heart, which now abhors, to like his love.
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[Exeunt.]
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SCENE II.
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A Room in OLIVIA'S House.
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[Enter SIR TOBY BELCH, SIR ANDREW AGUE-CHEEK, and FABIAN.]
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SIR ANDREW.
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No, faith, I'll not stay a jot longer.
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SIR TOBY.
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Thy reason, dear venom: give thy reason.
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FABIAN.
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You must needs yield your reason, Sir Andrew.
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SIR ANDREW.
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Marry, I saw your niece do more favours to the count's
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servingman than ever she bestowed upon me; I saw't i' the
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orchard.
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SIR TOBY.
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Did she see thee the while, old boy? tell me that.
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SIR ANDREW.
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As plain as I see you now.
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