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FABIAN. |
This is to give a dog; and in recompense desire my dog again. |
[Enter DUKE, VIOLA, and Attendants.] |
DUKE. |
Belong you to the Lady Olivia, friends? |
CLOWN. |
Ay, sir; we are some of her trappings. |
DUKE. |
I know thee well. How dost thou, my good fellow? |
CLOWN. |
Truly, sir, the better for my foes and the worse for my friends. |
DUKE. |
Just the contrary; the better for thy friends. |
CLOWN. |
No, sir, the worse. |
DUKE. |
How can that be? |
CLOWN. |
Marry, sir, they praise me and make an ass of me; now my |
foes tell me plainly I am an ass: so that by my foes, sir, I |
profit in the knowledge of myself, and by my friends I am abused: |
so that, conclusions to be as kisses, if your four negatives make |
your two affirmatives, why then, the worse for my friends and |
the better for my foes. |
DUKE. |
Why, this is excellent. |
CLOWN. |
By my troth, sir, no; though it please you to be one of my |
friends. |
DUKE. |
Thou shalt not be the worse for me; there's gold. |
CLOWN. |
But that it would be double-dealing, sir, I would you could |
make it another. |
DUKE. |
O, you give me ill counsel. |
CLOWN. |
Put your grace in your pocket, sir, for this once, and let |
your flesh and blood obey it. |
DUKE. |
Well, I will be so much a sinner to be a double-dealer: there's |
another. |
CLOWN. |
Primo, secundo, tertio, is a good play; and the old saying |
is, the third pays for all; the triplex, sir, is a good tripping |
measure; or the bells of Saint Bennet, sir, may put you in mind; |
one, two, three. |
DUKE. |
You can fool no more money out of me at this throw: if you |
will let your lady know I am here to speak with her, and bring |
her along with you, it may awake my bounty further. |
CLOWN. |
Marry, sir, lullaby to your bounty till I come again. I go, |
sir; but I would not have you to think that my desire of having |
is the sin of covetousness: but, as you say, sir, let your bounty |
take a nap; I will awake it anon. |
[Exit CLOWN.] |
[Enter ANTONIO and Officers.] |
VIOLA. |
Here comes the man, sir, that did rescue me. |
DUKE. |
That face of his I do remember well: |
Yet when I saw it last it was besmeared |
As black as Vulcan in the smoke of war: |
A bawbling vessel was he captain of, |
For shallow draught and bulk unprizable; |
With which such scathful grapple did he make |
With the most noble bottom of our fleet |
That very envy and the tongue of los |
Cried fame and honour on him.--What's the matter? |
FIRST OFFICER. |
Orsino, this is that Antonio |
That took the Phoenix and her fraught from Candy: |
And this is he that did the Tiger board |
When your young nephew Titus lost his leg: |
Here in the streets, desperate of shame and state, |