A murderous guilt shows not itself more soon
Than love that would seem hid: love's night is
Cesario, by the roses of the spring, [noon.
By maidhood, honour, truth, and every thing,
I love thee so, that, maugre all thy pride,
Nor wit, nor reason, can my passion hide.
Do not extort thy reasons from this clause,
For, that I woo, thou therefore hast no cause ;
But rather, reason thus with reason fetter:
Love sought is good, but given unsought is
better.

Sir Toby.

Did she see thee the while, old boy? tell me that. Sir Andrew.

As plain as I see you now.

Fabian.

Go, write it in a martial hand; be curst and brief; it is no matter how witty, so it be eloquent, and full of invention: taunt him with the licence of ink: if thou thou'st him some thrice,

it shall not be amiss; and as many lies as will
lie in thy sheet of paper, although the sheet
were big enough for the bed of Ware in Eng-
land, set 'em down. Go, about it. Let there
be gall enough in thy ink; though thou write
About it.
with a goose-pen, no matter.

Sir Andrew.
Where shall I find you?

Sir Toby.

·

Never trust me then; and by all means stir on the youth to an answer. I think, oxen and wainropes cannot hale them together. For Andrew, if he were opened, and you find so much blood in his liver as will clog the foot of a flea,

This was a great argument of love in her to- I'll eat the rest of the anatomy. ward you.

Sir Andrew.

'Slight! will you make an ass o' me?

Fabian.

I will prove it legitimate, sir, upon the oaths of judgment and reason.

Sir Toby.

And they have been grand jury-men since before Noah was a sailor.

Fabian.

She did show favour to the youth in your sight only to exasperate you, to awake your dormouse valour, to put fire in your heart, and brimstone in your liver. You should then have accosted her, and with some excellent jests, firenew from the mint, you should have banged the youth into dumbness. This was looked for at your hand, and this was baulked: the double gilt of this opportunity you let time wash off, and you are now sailed into the north of my lady's opinion; where you will hang like an icicle on a Dutchman's beard, unless you do redeem it by some laudable attempt, either of valour, or policy.

Fabian.

Maria.

Most villainously; like a pedant that keeps a school i' the church. I have dogged him like his murderer. He does obey every point of the letter that I dropped to betray him he does smile his face into more lines, than are in the new map, with the augmentation of the Indies. You have not seen such a thing as 'tis; I can hardly forbear hurling things at him. I know, my lady will strike him: if she do, he'll smile, and take't for a great favour.

Antonio.

SCENE IV. Olivia's Garden.

Enter Olivia and Maria.
Olivia.

[Exeunt.

I have sent after him: he says, he'll come.
How shall I feast him? what bestow of him?
For youth is bought more oft, than begg'd, or
I speak too loud,—
[borrow'd.
Where is Malvolio ?—he is sad, and civil,
And suits well for a servant with my fortunes.-
Where is Malvolio?

Maria.

He's coming, madam: but in very strange manner. He is sure possess'd, madam.

Olivia

Why, what's the matter? does he rave?
Maria.

No, madam; he does nothing but smile: your ladyship were best to have some guard about you, if he come, for sure the man is tainted in's wits.

Olivia.

Go call him hither. I am as mad as he,

To-morrow, sir: best first go see your lodg- If sad and merry madness equal be. ing.

I did some service; of such note, indeed,

Enter Malvolio.

How now, Malvolio ?

Sweet lady, ho, ho.

Smil'st thou ?

Malvolio.

some obstruction in the blood, this cross-gartering; but what of that? if it please the eye of

That, were I ta'en here, it would scarce be one, it is with me as the very true sonnet is, answer'd.

"Cast

Maria.

Lo, how hollow the fiend speaks within him! did not I tell you?- Sir Toby, my lady prays you to have a care of him.

Malvolio.
Ah, ha! does she so?
Sir Toby.

Go to, go to: peace! peace!
gently with him; let me alone.
Malvolio? how is't with you?
defy the devil: consider, he's an
kind.

Do

you

Malvolio.

know what you say?

Maria.

we must dea. How do you, What, man! enemy to man

La you! an you speak ill of the devil, how he takes it at heart. Pray God, he be not bewitched!

Fabian.

Carry his water to the wise woman.

Maria

Marry, and it shall be done to-morrow morning, if I live. My lady would not lose him for more than I'll say.

Malvolio.

How now, mistress?

O lord!

María.
Sir Toby.

Pr'ythee, hold thy peace: this is not the way. Do you not see you move him? let me alone with him.

Fabian.

No way but gentleness; gently, gently: the fiend is rough, and will not be roughly used. Sir Toby.

Why, how now, my bawcock ? how dost thou chuck? Malvolio.

Sir !

Sir Toby.

Maria.

him to pray.
Get him to say his prayers: good sir Toby, get
Malvolio.

Oh, ho do you come near me now? no worse man than sir Toby to look to me? This concurs directly with the letter: she sends him on purpose, that I may appear stubborn to him; for she incites me to that in the letter. thy humble slough," saya she; -"be opposite Ay, Biddy, come with me. What, man! 'tis with a kinsman, surly with servants,-let thy not for gravity to play at cherry-pit with Satan. tongue tang with arguments of state, put Hang him, foul collier! thyself into the trick of singularity; -and i consequently sets down the manner how; as, a sad face, a reverend carriage, a slow tongue, in the habit of some sir of note, and so forth. I have limed her; but it is Jove's doing, and Jove make me thankful! And when she went away now, "Let this fellow be looked to:" fellow not Malvolio, nor after my degree, but fellow. Why, every thing adheres together, that, no drachm of a scruple, no scruple of a scruple, no obstacle, no incredulous or unsafe circumstance-What can be said? Nothing that can be can come between me and the full prospect of my hopes. Well, Jove, not I, is the doer of this, and he is to be thanked.

My prayers, minx !