Page 575 - Shakespeare - Vol. 3

And baited it with all th’ unmuzzled thoughts
That tyrannous heart can think? To one of your receiving
Enough is shown; a cypress, not a bosom, [120]
Hides my heart: so, let me hear you speak.

VIOLA
I pity you.

OLIVIA
That’s a degree to love.

VIOLA
No, not a grize: for ’tis a vulgar proof
That very oft we pity enemies.

OLIVIA
Why then methinks ’tis time to smile again. [125]
O world, how apt the poor are to be proud!

If one should be a prey, how much the better
To fall before the lion than the wolf!
Clock strikes.
The clock upbraids me with the waste of time.

Be not afraid, good youth, I will not have you, [130]
And yet when wit and youth is come to harvest,
Your wife is like to reap a proper man.
There lies your way, due west.

VIOLA

Then westward ho!
Grace and good disposition attend your ladyship!
You’ll nothing, madam, to my lord, by me? [135]

OLIVIA
Stay:
I prithee tell me what thou think’st of me.

VIOLA