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For youth is bought more oft than begg'd or borrow'd.
I fpeak too loud.

Where is Malvolio? he is fad, and civil,

And fuits well for a fervant with my fortunes.
Where is Malvolio?

Mar. He is coming, madam:

But in strange manner. He is, fure, poffefs'd,
Madam.

Oli. Why, what's the matter? does he rave?
Mar. No, madam, he does nothing else but fmile:
Your ladyship were beft to have fome guard
About you, if he come, for, fure, the man

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[Smiles fantastically.

Oli. Smil'ft thou? I fent for thee upon a fad occafion. Mal. Sad, lady? I could be fad; this does make some obstruction in the blood, this cross-gartering, but what of that? if it please the eye of one, it is with me as the very true sonnet is: Pleafe one, and please all.

Oli. Why? how doft thou, man? what is the matter with thee?

Mal. Not black in my mind, though yellow in my legs: it did come to his hands, and commands fhall be executed. I think, we do know that fweet Roman hand.

Oli. Wilt thou go to bed, Malvolio?

Mal. To bed? ay, fweet heart; and I'll come to thee.

Oli. God comfort thee! why doft thou smile so, and kiss thy hand fo oft?

Mar. How do you, Malvolio?

Mal. At your request?

Yes,

Yes, nightingales anfwer daws.

Mar. Why appear you with this ridiculous boldness before my lady?

Mal. Be not afraid of greatness: 'twas well writ.

Oli. What meaneft thou by that, Malvolio?
Mal. Some are born great

Oli. Ha?

Mal. Some atchieve greatness –

Oli. What fay'ft thou?

Mal. And fome have greatness thrust upon them

Oli. Heav'n restore thee!

Mal. Remember who commended thy yellow ftockings -
Oli. Thy yellow stockings?

Mal. And wifh'd to fee thee cross-garter'd—

Oli. Crofs-garter'd?

Mal. Go to; thou art made, if thou defir ft to be fo

Oli. Am I made?

Mal. If not, let me fee thee a fervant ftill.

Oli. Why, this is very midfummer madness.

Enter Servant.

Ser. Madam, the young gentleman of the duke Orfino's is return'd; I could hardly entreat him back; he attends your ladyfhip's pleasure.

Oli. I'll come to him. Good Maria, let this fellow be look'd to. Where's my uncle Toby? let fome of my people have a special care of him; I would not have him miscarry for the half of my dowry.

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SCENE VIII.

Mal. Oh ho, do you come near me now? no worse man than fir Toby to look to me! this concurs directly with the letter; fhe fends him on purpofe that I may appear stubborn to him; for fhe incites me to that in the letter. Caft thy humble flough, fays the; be oppofite with a kinfman, furly with fervants, let thy tongue tang

with arguments of ftate, put thyself into the trick of fingularity: and, confequently, fets down the manner how; as, a fad face, a reverend carriage, a flow tongue, in the habit of some fir of note, and fo forth. I have lim'd her; but it is Jove's doing, and Jove make me thankful! and when she went away now, let this fellow be look'd to: fellow! not Malvolio, nor after my degree, but fellow. Why, every thing adheres together, that no dram of a fcruple, no fcruple of a fcruple, no obftacle, no incredulous or unfafe circumftance-what can be faid? nothing that can be, can come between me and the full profpect of my hopes. Well! Jove, not I, is the doer of this, and he is to be thanked.

SCENE IX.

Enter for Toby, Fabian, and Maria.

Sir To. Which way is he, in the name of fanctity? if all the devils in hell be drawn in little, and legion himself poffess'd him, yet I'll speak to him.

Fab. Here he is, here he is: how is't with you, fir? how is't with you, man?

Mal. Go off; I difcard you; let me enjoy my privacy: go off. Mar. 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. Mal. Ah ha, does fhe fo?

Sir To. Go to, go to; peace, peace; we must deal gently with him; let him alone. How do you, Malvolio? how is't with you? what, man, defy the devil; confider, he's an enemy to mankind.

Mal. Do you know what you say?

Mar. La you! if you speak ill of the devil, how he takes it at heart. Pray god, he be not bewitch'd.

Fab. Carry his water to th' wife woman.

Mar. Marry, and it shall be done to-morrow morning if I live. My lady would not lose him for more than I'll fay. Mal. How now, mistress?

Mar. O lord ! —

Sir To. Pr'ythee, hold thy peace, that is not the way: do you not see you move him? let me alone with him.

Fab. No way but gentleness, gently, gently; the fiend is rough, and will not be roughly us'd.

Sir To. Why, how now, my bawcock ? how dost thou, chuck ? Mal. Sir?

Sir To. Ay, biddy, come with me. What, man, 'tis not for gravity to play at cherry-pit with fatan: hang him, foul collier. Mar. Get him to fay his prayers, good fir Toby, get him to

pray.

Mal. My prayers, minx!

Mar. No, I warrant you, he will not hear of godliness. Mal. Go, hang yourselves all: you are idle fhallow things; I am not of your element; you fhall know more hereafter. [Exit. Sir To. Is't poffible?

Fab. If this were play'd upon a stage now, I could condemn it as an improbable fiction.

Sir To. His very genius hath taken the infection of the device,

man.

Mar. Nay, pursue him now, left the device take air, and taint. Fab. Why, we shall make him mad indeed.

Mar. The house will be the quieter.

Sir To. Come, we'll have him in a dark room, and bound. My niece is already in the belief that he's mad; we may carry it thus for our pleasure and his penance, till our very pastime, tired out of breath, prompt us to have mercy on him; at which time we will bring the device to the bar, and crown thee for a finder of madmen: but fee, but fee.

SCENE X.

Enter for Andrew.

Fab. More matter for a may morning.

Sir And. Here's the challenge, read it: I warrant, there's vinegar and pepper in't.

Fab. Is't fo faucy?

VOL. II.

Ooo

Sir And.

Sir And. Ay, is't? I warrant him: do but read.
Sir To. Give me.

[fir Toby reads. Youth, whatsoever thou art, thou art but a fcurvy fellow. Fab. Good, and valiant.

Sir To. Wonder not, nor admire not in thy mind, why I do call thee fo, for I will show thee no reafon for't.

Fab. A good note; that keeps you from the blow of the law. Sir To. Thou com'ft to the lady Olivia, and in my fight he uses thee kindly; but thou lieft in thy throat, that is not the matter I challenge thee for.

Fab. Very brief, and exceeding good fenfe-lefs.

Sir To. I will waylay thee going home, where if it be thy chance to kill me

Fab. Good.

Sir To. Thou kill' ft me like a rogue and a villain.

Fab. Still you keep o'th' windy fide of the law: good. Sir To. Fare thee well; and god have mercy upon one of our fouls! He may have mercy upon mine; but my hope is better, and fo look to thyself. Thy friend as thou useft him, and thy fworn enemy, Andrew Ague-cheek. If this letter move him not, his legs cannot: I'll give't him. Mar. You may have very fit occafion for't: he is now in fome commerce with my lady, and will by and by depart.

Sir To. Go, fir Andrew, fcout me for him at the corner of the orchard like a bum-bailiff: fo foon as ever thou feeft him, draw; and, as thou draw'ft, fwear horribly: for it comes to pafs oft, that a terrible oath, with a fwaggering accent fharply twang'd off, gives manhood more approbation than ever proof itself would have earn'd him. Away.

Sir And. Nay, let me alone for fwearing.

[Exit. Sir To. Now will not I deliver his letter; for the behaviour of the young gentleman gives him out to be of good capacity and breeding; his employment between his lord and my niece confirms no lefs; therefore this letter, being fo excellently ignorant, will breed no terrour in the youth; he will find that it comes from a clodpole. But, fir, I will deliver his challenge by word of mouth,

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