Ol. Tell him, he shall not speake with me
Mal. Ha"s beene told so: and hee sayes hee"l stand at your doore like a Sheriffes post, and be the supporter to a bench, but hee"l speake with you
Ol. What kinde o"man is he?
Mal. Why of mankinde
Ol. What manner of man?
Mal. Of verie ill manner: hee"l speake with you, will you, or no
Ol. Of what personage, and yeeres is he?
Mal. Not yet old enough for a man, nor yong enough for a boy: as a squash is before tis a pescod, or a Codling when tis almost an Apple: Tis with him in standing water, betweene boy and man. He is verie well-fauour"d, and he speakes verie shrewishly: One would thinke his mothers milke were sca.r.s.e out of him
Ol. Let him approach: Call in my Gentlewoman
Mal. Gentlewoman, my Lady calles.
Enter.
Enter Maria.
Ol. Giue me my vaile: come throw it ore my face, Wee"l once more heare Orsinos Emba.s.sie.
Enter Violenta.
Vio. The honorable Ladie of the house, which is she?
Ol. Speake to me, I shall answer for her: your will
Vio. Most radiant, exquisite, and vnmatchable beautie.
I pray you tell me if this bee the Lady of the house, for I neuer saw her. I would bee loath to cast away my speech: for besides that it is excellently well pend, I haue taken great paines to con it. Good Beauties, let mee sustaine no scorne; I am very comptible, euen to the least sinister vsage
Ol. Whence came you sir?
Vio. I can say little more then I haue studied, & that question"s out of my part. Good gentle one, giue mee modest a.s.surance, if you be the Ladie of the house, thatI may proceede in my speech
Ol. Are you a Comedian?
Vio. No my profound heart: and yet (by the verie phangs of malice, I sweare) I am not that I play. Are you the Ladie of the house?
Ol. If I do not vsurpe my selfe, I am
Vio. Most certaine, if you are she, you do vsurp your selfe: for what is yours to bestowe, is, not yours to reserue.
But this is from my Commission: I will on with my speech in your praise, and then shew you the heart of my message
Ol. Come to what is important in"t: I forgiue you the praise
Vio. Alas, I tooke great paines to studie it, and "tis Poeticall
Ol. It is the more like to be feigned, I pray you keep it in. I heard you were sawcy at my gates, & allowd your approach rather to wonder at you, then to heare you. If you be not mad, be gone: if you haue reason, be breefe: "tis not that time of Moone with me, to make one in so skipping a dialogue
Ma. Will you hoyst sayle sir, here lies your way
Vio. No good swabber, I am to hull here a little longer.
Some mollification for your Giant, sweete Ladie; tell me your minde, I am a messenger
Ol. Sure you haue some hiddeous matter to deliuer, when the curtesie of it is so fearefull. Speake your office
Vio. It alone concernes your eare: I bring no ouerture of warre, no taxation of homage; I hold the Olyffe in my hand: my words are as full of peace, as matter
Ol. Yet you began rudely. What are you?
What would you?
Vio. The rudenesse that hath appear"d in mee, haue I learn"d from my entertainment. What I am, and what I would, are as secret as maiden-head: to your eares, Diuinity; to any others, prophanation
Ol. Giue vs the place alone, We will heare this diuinitie. Now sir, what is your text?
Vio. Most sweet Ladie
Ol. A comfortable doctrine, and much may bee saide of it. Where lies your Text?
Vio. In Orsinoes bosome
Ol. In his bosome? In what chapter of his bosome?
Vio. To answer by the method, in the first of his hart
Ol. O, I haue read it: it is heresie. Haue you no more to say?
Vio. Good Madam, let me see your face
Ol. Haue you any Commission from your Lord, to negotiate with my face: you are now out of your Text: but we will draw the Curtain, and shew you the picture.
Looke you sir, such a one I was this present: Ist not well done?
Vio. Excellently done, if G.o.d did all
Ol. "Tis in graine sir, "twill endure winde and weather
Vio. Tis beauty truly blent, whose red and white, Natures owne sweet, and cunning hand laid on: Lady, you are the cruell"st shee aliue, If you will leade these graces to the graue, And leaue the world no copie
Ol. O sir, I will not be so hard-hearted: I will giue out diuers scedules of my beautie. It shalbe Inuentoried and euery particle and vtensile labell"d to my will: As, Item two lippes indifferent redde, Item two grey eyes, with lids to them: Item, one necke, one chin, & so forth.
Were you sent hither to praise me?
Vio. I see you what you are, you are too proud: But if you were the diuell, you are faire: My Lord, and master loues you: O such loue Could be but recompenc"d, though you were crown"d The non-pareil of beautie
Ol. How does he loue me?
Vio. With adorations, fertill teares, With groanes that thunder loue, with sighes of fire
Ol. Your Lord does know my mind, I cannot loue him Yet I suppose him vertuous, know him n.o.ble, Of great estate, of fresh and stainlesse youth; In voyces well divulg"d, free, learn"d, and valiant, And in dimension, and the shape of nature, A gracious person; But yet I cannot loue him: He might haue tooke his answer long ago
Vio. If I did loue you in my masters flame, With such a suffring, such a deadly life: In your deniall, I would finde no sence, I would not vnderstand it
Ol. Why, what would you?
Vio. Make me a willow Cabine at your gate, And call vpon my soule within the house, Write loyall Cantons of contemned loue, And sing them lowd euen in the dead of night: Hallow your name to the reuerberate hilles, And make the babling Gossip of the aire, Cry out Oliuia: O you should not rest Betweene the elements of ayre, and earth, But you should pittie me
Ol. You might do much: What is your Parentage?
Vio. Aboue my fortunes, yet my state is well: I am a Gentleman
Ol. Get you to your Lord: I cannot loue him: let him send no more, Vnlesse (perchance) you come to me againe, To tell me how he takes it: Fare you well: I thanke you for your paines: spend this for mee
Vio. I am no feede poast, Lady; keepe your purse, My Master, not my selfe, lackes recompence.
Loue make his heart of flint, that you shal loue, And let your feruour like my masters be, Plac"d in contempt: Farwell fayre crueltie.