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For youth is bought more oft than begg’d or borrow'd.
I speak too loud.
Where is Malvolio? he is fad, and civil,
And suits well for a servant with my fortunes.
Where is Malvolio?

Mar. He is coming, madam:
But in strange manner. He is, sure, poffess’d,

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

Mar. No, madam, he does nothing else but smile:
Your ladyship were best to have fome guard
About you, if he come, for, sure, the man
Is tainted in his wits.

Oli. Go, call him hither.

Enter Malvolio.
I'm as mad as he,
If fad and merry madness equal be.
How now, Malvolio ?
Mal. Sweet lady, ha, ha.

miles fantastically. Oli. Smil'st thou? I fent for thee upon a fad occafion.

Mal. Sad, lady? I could be sad; 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 : Please one, and please all.

Oli. Why ? how dost 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 shall be executed. I think, we do know that sweet Roman hand.

Oli. Wilt thou go to bed, Malvolio ?
Mal. To bed ? ay; sweet heart; and I'll come to thee.

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

Mar. How do you, Malvolio ?
Mal. At your request?


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

Mal. Be not afraid of greatness : 'twas well writ.
Oli. What meanest thou by that, Malvolio ?
Mal. Some are born great
Oli. Ha?
Mal. Some atchieve greatness
Oli. What fay'st thou?
Mal. And some have greatness thrust upon them.
Oli. Heav’n restore thee!
Mal. Remember who commended thy yellow stockings-
Oli. Thy yellow stockings ?
Mal. And wish’d to see thee cross-garter'd
Oli. Cross-garter'd ?
Mal. Go to; thou art made, if thou defirst to be fo-
Oli. Am I made ?
Mal. If not, let me see thee a servant still.
Oli. Why, this is very midsummer 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
ladyship’s pleasure.

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


SCENE VIII. Mal. Oh ho, do you come near me now? no worse man than sir Toby to look to me! this concurs directly with the letter; the sends him on purpose that I may appear stubborn to him; for she incites mne to that in the letter. Cast thy humble slough, says she; be opposite with a kinsman, Jurly with servants, let thy tongue tang


with arguments of state, put thyself into the trick of fingularity : and, consequently, fets down the manner how; as, a sad face, a reverend carriage, a slow tongue, in the habit of some fir of note, and so forth. I have lim’d her; but it is yove'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 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.

SCENE IX. Enter fir Toby, Fabian, and Maria. Sir To. Which way is he, in the name of sanctity ? if all the devils in hell be drawn in little, and legion himself possess’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 discard 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 she 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; consider, he's an enemy 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’ wise 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 say.

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 say his prayers, good sir 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 shallow things; I am not of your element; you shall know more hereafter. (Exit.

Sir To. Is’t possible?

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,


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 see, but fee.


Enter fir 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 laucy? Vol. II.

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 scurvy 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 reason for't.

Fab. A good note; that keeps you from the blow of the law.

Sir To. Thou com si to the lady Olivia, and in my fight sbe uses thee kindly; but thou lieft in thy throat, that is not the matter I challenge thee for.

Fab. Very brief, and exceeding good senfe-less.

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

Fab. Good.
Sir To. Thou kill’A me like a rogue and a villain.
Fab. Still you keep o’th' windy side of the law: good.

Sir To. Fare thee well; and god have mercy upon one of our souls! He may have mercy upon mine; but my hope is better, and so look to thyself. Thy friend as thou useft him, and thy sworn enemy,

Andrew Ague-cheek. If this letter move him not, his legs cannot: I'll give't him. Mar. You


fit occafion for't: he is now in some commerce with my lady, and will by and by depart.

Sir To. Go, fir Andrew, scout me for him at the corner of the orchard like a bum-bailiff: so soon as ever thou seeft him, draw; and, as thou draw'ft, fwear horribly: for it comes to pass oft, that a terrible oath, with a swaggering accent sharply 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 less; 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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