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my estate is.

Vio. O my poor brother! and so perchance may Sir To. Fie, that you'll say so! he plays o'the he be.

[chance, viol-de-gambo, and speaks three or four languages Cap. True, madam: and to comfort you with word for word without book, and hath all the good Assure yourself, after our ship did split,

gifts of nature. When you, and that poor number saved with you, Mar. He hath, indeed,--almost natural; for, beHang on our driving boat, I saw your brother, sides that he's a fool, he's a great quarreller; and, Most provident in peril, bind himself

but that he hath the gift of a coward to allay the (Courage and hope both teaching him the practice) gust he hath ia quarrelling, 'tis thought among the To a strong mast, that lived upon the sea;

prudent, he would quickly have the gift of a grave. Where, like Arion on the dolphin's back,

Sir To. By this hand, they are scoundrels, and I saw him hold acquaintance with the waves, substractors, that say so of him. Who are they! So long as I could see.

Mar. They that add moreover, he's drunk nightly Vio

For saying so, there's gold: in your company. Mine owa escape unfoldeth to my hope,

Sir To. With drinking healths to my niece; I'll Whereto thy speech serves for authority,

drink to her, as long as there is a passage in my 'The like of him. Know'st thou this country! throat, and drink in Illyria: he's a coward, and a

Cap. Ay, madam, well; for I was bred and born, coystril, that will not drink to my niece, till his Not three hours' travel from this very place. brains turn o'the toe, like a parish-top. What, Vio. Who governs here!

wench! Castiliano vulgo; for here comes sir AnСар. .

A noble duke, in nature, drew Ague-face.
As in his name.
Vio. What is his name?

Enter Sir Andrew Ague-cheek.

Sir And. Sir Toby Belch ! how now, sir Toby Belch?
Vio. Orsino ! I have heard my father name him: Sir To. Sweet sir Andrew!
He was a bachelor then.

Sir And. Bless you, fair shrew.
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And so is now,

Mar. And you too, sir.
Or was so very late ; for but a month

Sir To. Accost, sir Andrew, accost.
Ago I went from hence; and then 'twas fresh

Sir And. What's that!
In murmur (as, you know, what great opes do, Sir To. My niece's chamber-maid.
The less will prattle of), that he did seek

Sir And. Good mistress Accost, I desire better 'The love of fair Olivia.

acquaintance. Vio What's she?

Alar. My name is Mary, sir. Cap. A virtuous maid, the daughter of a connt Sir And. Good mistress Mary Accost, That died some twelvemooth since; then leaving her Sir To. You mistake, koight: accust, is, front In the protection of his son, her brother,

her, board ber, woo her, assail her. Who shortly also died : for whose dear love,

Sir And. By my troth, I would not undertake her They say, she hath abjur'd the company

in this company. 'Is that the meaning of accost! And sight of men.

Mar. Fare you well, gentlemen.
O that I served that lady;

Sir To. An thou let part sir Andrew, 'would And might not be delivered to the world,

thou might'st never draw sword again. 'Till I had made mine own occasion mellow,

Sir And. An you partso, mistress, I would I What

might never draw sword again. Fair lady, do you Cap. That were hard to compass;

think you have fools in hand! Because she will admit no kind of suit,

Mar. Sir, I bave not you by the hand. No, not the duke's.

Sir And. Marry, but you shall have ; and here's Vio. There is a fair behaviour in thee, captain ; my hand. And though that nature with a beauteous wall Mar. Now, sir, thought is free : I pray you, bring Doth oft close in pollution, yet of thee

your hand to the battery-bar, and let it drink. I will believe, thou hast a mind that suits

Sir And. Wherefore, sweetheart? what's your With this thy fair and outward character.

metapbor! I pray thee, and I'll pay thee bounteously,

Mar. It's dry, sir. Conceal me what I am ; and be my aid

Sir And. Why, I think so; I am not such an ass, For such disguise as, haply, shall become

but I can keep my hand dry. But what's your jesti The form of my intent. "P'll serve this duke;

Mar. A dry jest, sir. Thou shalt present me as an eunuch to him,

Sir And. Are you fall of them! It may be worth thy pains; for I can sing,

Mar. Ay, sir, I have them at my fingers' ends: And speak to him in many sorts of masic,

marry, now I let go your hand, I am barrea. That will allow me very worth bis service,

[Bril. What else may hap, to time I will commit;

Sir To. O knight, thou lack'st a cup of canary : Only shape thou thy silence to my wit.

when did I see thee so pat down! Cap. Be you his eunuch, and your mute l'll be: Sir And. Never in your life, I think; unless you When my tongue blabs, then let mine eyes not see! see canary put me down: methinks, sometimes I Vio. I thank thee : lead me on. (Exeunt. bave no more wit than a Christian, or an ordinary

man has : but I am a great eater of beef, and, I beSCENE III. A Room in Olivia's House. lieve, that does harm to my wit.

Sir To. No question.
Enter Sir Toby Be!ch and Maria.

Sir And. An I thought that, I'd forswear it. I'll Sir To. What a plague means my niece, to take ride home to-morrow, sir Toby. the death of her brother thas? I am sure, care's an Sir To. Pourquoy, my dear knight! enemy to life.

Sir And. What is pourquoy? do or not do? I Mar. By troth, sir Toby, you must come in ear. would I had bestowed that time in the tongues, that lier o’nights ; your cousin, my lady, takes great ex- I have in fencing, dancing, and bear-baiting : 0, had ceptions to your ill hours.

I but followed the arts ! Sir To. Why, let her except before excepted. Sir To. Then badst thou had an excellent head of

Mar. Ay, but you mast contine yourself within the hair. modest limits of order.

Sir And. Why, would that have mended my hair! Sir To. Confine! I'll confine myself no finer than Sir To. Past question ; fur thou seest, it will not I am: these clothes are good enough to drink in, carl by nature. and so be these boots too, an they be not, let them Sir And. But it becomes me well enough! does't hang themselves in their own straps.

not? War. That quafting and drinking will undo you: Sir To. Excellent; it hangs like fax on a distaff, I heard my lady talk of it yesterday, and of a fool- and I hope to see a house wife take thee between her ish Knight, that you brought in one night here, to be legs, and spin it off. her wooer.

Sir And 'Faith, I'll home to-morrow, sir Toby: Sir To. Who ? Sir Andrew Ague-cheek?

your niece will not be seen; or, if she be, it's four Mar. Ay, be.

to one she'll none of me: the count himself, here Sir To. tall a man as ay's in Illyria hard by, we

ner. Mar. What's that to the parpose !

Sir To. She'll none o'the count: she'll not match Sir To. Why, he has three thousand ducats a year. above her degree, neither in estate, years, nor wit;

Mar. Ay, but he'll have but a year in all these I have heard her s#ear it. Tut, there's life in't, man. dacats; he's a very fool, and a prodigal.

Sir And. I'll stay a month longer. I am a fellow

o'the strangest mind i'the world; I delight in Mar. Make that good. masques and revels sometimes altogether.

Clo. He shall see none to fear. Sir To. Art thou good at these kickshaws, knight! Mar. A good lenten answer: I can tell thee where

Sir And. As any man in Illyria, whatsoever be be, that saying was born, of, I fear no colours. under the degree of my betters; and yet I will not Clo. Where, good mistress Mary? compare with an old man.

Mar. In the wars, and that may you be bold to Sir To. What is thy excellence in a galliard, say in your foolery. knight?

Clo. 'Well, God give them wisdom, that have it; Sir And. 'Faith, I can cut a caper.

and those that are fools, let them use their talents. Sir To. And I can cut the matton to't.

Mar. Yet you will be banged, for being so long Sir And. And, I think, I have the back-trick, absent : or, to be turned away, is not that as good as simply as strong as any man in Illyria.

a hanging to you! Sir To. Wherefore are these things hid I where Clo. Many is good hanging prevents a bad marrifore bave these gifts a curtain before them! are they age; and, for turning away, let summer bear it out. like to take dust, like mistress Mall's picture? Why Mar. You are resolute then? dost thou not go to church in a galliard, and come Clo. Not so neither ; but I am resolved on two home in a coranto? My very walk should be a jig; points. I would not so much as make water, but in a sink. Mar. That, if one break, the other will hold; or, a-pace. What dost thou mean? is it a world to if both break, your gaskins fall. hide virtues in! I did think, by the excellent con Clo. Apt, in good faith ; very apt ! Well, go thy stitution of thy leg, it was formed under the star of way; it sir Toby would leave drinking, thou wert a galliard.

as witty a piece of Eve's flesh as any in Illyria. Sir And. Ay, 'tis strong, and it does indifferent Mar Peace, you rogue, no more o'that; here well in a flame-colonred stock. Shall we set about comes my lady: make your excuse wisely, you were some revels?


(Exit. Sir To. What shall we do else? were we not born

Enter Olivia and Malvolio. under Taurus? Sir And. Taurus! that's sides and beart.

Clo. Wit, an't be thy will, put me into good foolSir To. No, sir; it is legs and thighs. Let me see ing! Those wits, that think they have thee, do very thee caper: ha! higher: ba, ha!-- excellent. oft prove fools; and I, that am sure I lack thee, may

(Exeunt. pass for a wise man for what says Quinapalus?

Better a witty fool, than a foolish wit. God bless SCENE IV. A Room in the Duke's Palace. thee, lady!

oli. Take the fool away. Enter Valentine, and Viola in Man's Attire.

Clo. Do you not bear, fellows? take away the lady. Val. If the duke continue these favours towards

Oli. Go to, you are a dry fool; I'll no more of yod : you, Cesario, you are like to be much advanc'd; he besides,

yon grow dishonest. hath known you but three days, and already you are Clo. Two faults, madonna, that drink and good no stranger.

counsel will amend : for give the dry fool drink, then Vio. You either fear his humour, or my negligence, is the fool not dry; bid ihe dishonest mend himself; that you call in question the continuance of his love: if he mend, he is no longer dishonest; if he cannot, is he inconstant, sir, in his favours?

let the botcher mend him: any thing, that's meoded, Val. No, believe me.

is but patched ; virtue, that transgresses, is but Enter Duke, Curio, and Attendants.

patched with sin ; and sin, that amends, is but Vio. I thank you. Here comes the count.

patched with virtue: if that this simple syllogism Duke. Who saw Cesario, ho ?

will serve, so; if it will not, what remedy ? As there

is no true cuckold but calamity, so beauty's a flower : Vio. On your attendance, my lord; here.

--the lady bade take away the fool; therefore, I Duke. Stand you awhile aloof.-Cesario, Thou know'st no less but all; I have unclasp'd

say again, take her away.

Oli. Sir, I bade them take away you. To thee the book even of my secret soul :

Clo. Misprision in the highest degree ! Lady, CrTherefore, good youth, address thy gait unto her;

cullus non facit monachum; that's as much as to say, Be not deny'd access, stand at her doors, And tell them, there thy fixed foot shall grow,

I wear not motley in my brain. Good madonna,

give me leave to prove you a fool.
Till thou have audience.
Sure, my noble lord,

Oli. Can you do it!
If she be so abandon'd to her sorrow

Clo. Dexterously, good madonna. As it is spoke, she never will adinit me.

Oli. Make your proof. Duke. Be clamorous, and leap all civil bounds,

Clo. I must catechise you for it, madonna; good Rather than make unprofited return.

my mouse of virtue, answer me.

Oli. Well, sir, for want of other idleness, l'Il 'bide Vio. Say, I do speak with her, my lord; what then! Duke. O, then unfold the passion of my love,

your proof.

Clo. Good madonna, why mourn'st thout
Surprise her with discourse of my dear faith:
It shall become thee well to act my woes :

Oli. Good fool, for iny brother's death.

Clo. I think, his soul is in hell, madonna.
She will attend it better in thy youth,

Oli. I know his soul is in heaven, fool.
Than in a nuncio of more grave aspect.
Vio. I think not so, my lord.

Clo. The more fool you, madonna, to mourn for Duke.

Dear lad, believe it;

your brother's soul being in heaven. Take away the

tool, gentlemen. For they shall yet belie thy happy years, That say, thou art a man Diana's lip

Oli. What think you of this fool, Malvolio? doth

he not mend ? Is not more smooth and rabious; thy small pipe Is as the maiden's organ, shrill and sound,

Mal. Yes; and shall do, till the pangs of death And all is semblative a woman's part.

shake him : infirmity, that decays the wise, dotb ever

make the better fool. I know, thy constellation is right apt For this affair :--Some four, or five, attend him;

Clo. God send you, sir, a speedy infirmity, for the All if you will; for I myself am best,

better increasing your folly ! Sir Toby will be sworn, When least in company :-Prosper well in this,

that I am do fox; but he will not pass his word for And thou shalt live as freely as thy lord,

two-pence that you are no fool. To call his fortunes thine.

oli. How say you to that, Malvolio? Vio. I'll do my best,

Mal, I marvel your ladyship takes delight in such To woo your lady: yet (Aside) a barful strife!

a barreu rascal : I saw him put down the other day Whoe'er I woo, myself would be his wife. (Ereunt

with an ordinary fool, that has no more brain than

a stone. Look you now, he is out of his goard alSCENE V. A Room in Olivia's House. ready; unless you laugh and minister ocoasion to

him, he is gagged. I protest, I take these wise men, Enter Maria and Clown.

that crow so at these set kind of fools, no better than Mar. Nay, either tell me where thou hast been, or the fools' zanies. I will not open my lips so wide us a bristle may Oli. 0, you

sick of self-lo Malvolio, and enter, in way of thy excuse: my lady will hang thee taste with a distempered appetite. To be generous, for thy absence.

gailtless, and of free disposition, is to take those Clo: Let her hang me: he, that is well hanged in things for bird-bolts, tbat you deem cannon-bullets : this world, needs to fear no colours.

there is no slander in an allowed fool, though he do

the gate.

nothing but rail ; nor no railing in a known discreet that question's out of my part. Good gentle one, man, though he do nothing but reprove.

give me modest assurance, if you be the lady of the Cio. Now Mercury endue thee with leasing, for house, that I may proceed in my speech. thou speakest well of fools !

Oli. Are you a comedian !
Re-enter Maria.

Vio. No, my profound heart: and yet, by the very Mar. Madam, there is at the gate a young gentle-fangs of malice, I swear, I am not that I play. Are man, much desires to speak with you.

you tbe lady of the house ! oli. From the count Orsino, is it!

Oli. If I do not usurp myself, I am, Mar. I know not, madam; 'tis a fair young man, yourself; for what is yours to bestow, is not yours

Vio. Most certain, if you are she, you do usurp and well attended. Oli. Who of my people hold him in delay?

to reserve. But this is from my commission: I will Mar. Sir Toby, Madam, your kinsman.

on with my speech in your praise, and then show you Oli. Fetch hin off, I pray you ; be speaks nothing the heart of my message. but madman: fie on bim! (Exit Maria.] Go you,

Oli. Come to what is important in't: I forgive you Malvolio: if it be a suit from the count, 1 am sick, the praise. or not at home; what you will to dismiss it. (Exit Vio. Alas, I took great pains to study it, and 'tis Malvolio.) Now you see, sir, how your fooling grows


oli. It is the more like to be feigned ; I pray you old, and people dislike it. clo. Thou hast spoke for us, madonna, as if there and allowed your approach, rather to wonder at you

I heard, you were saucy at my gates : eldest son should be a fool: whose skall Jove cram with brains, for here he coines, one of thy kin, has than to hear you. If you be not mad, be gone; if a most weak pia mater.

you have reason, be brief: 'tis not that time of moon

with me, to make one in so skipping a dialogue. Enter Sir Toby Beleh.

Mar. Will you boist sail, sir ! here lies yoаr way. Oli. By mine honour, half drunk - What is be at Vio. No, good swabber: I am to holl here a little the gate, cousin ?

longer.-Some mollification for your giant,sweet lady. Sir To. A gentleman.

Oli. Tell me your mind. Oli. A gentleman! What gentleman !

Vio. I am a messenger. Sir To.'Tis a gentleman here--A plagde o'these Oli. Sure, you have some hideous matter to delipickle-herrings !-How now, sot?

ver, when the courtesy of it is so fearful. Clo. Good sir Toby,


your office. Oli. Cousin, cousin, how have you come so early Vio. It alone concerns your ear. I bring no overby this lethargy!

ture of war, no taxation of homage; I hold the olive Sir To. Lechery! I defy lechery: there's one at in my hand: my words are as full of peace as matter.

Ol. Yet you began rudely. What are you? what Oli. Ay, marry! what is he?

would you ! Sir To. Let him be the devil, an he will, I care Vio. The rudeness, that hath appear'din me, have not: give me faith, say I. Well, it's all one. (Exit. I learn'd from my entertainment. What I am, and Oli. What's a drunken man like, fool!

what I would, are as secret as maidenhead: to your Clo. Like a drown'd man, a fool, and a madman : ears, divinity; to any other's, profanation. one draught above lieat makes him a fool; the se oli. Give us the place alone : we will hear this cond mads him; and a thiril drowos him.

divinity. (Exit Maria.] Now, sir, what is

your text oli. Go thoa and seek the coroner, and let him sit Vio. Most sweet lady, o'my coz: for he's in the third degree of drink, he's Oli. A comfortable doctrine, and much may be said drown'd: go, look after him.

of it. Where lies your text! Clo. He is but mad yet, madonna; and the fool Vio. In Orsino's bosom. shall look to the mad man.

[ Exit.

Oli. In his bosom? in what chapter of his bosom? Re-enter Malvolio.

Vio. To answer by the method, in the first of his Mal. Madam, yond young fellow swears he will heart. speak with you. I told him you were sick; he takes Oli. O, I have read it; it is heresy. Have you no on him to understand so much, and therefore comes more to say? to speak with you : I told him you were asleep; he

Vio. Good madam, let me see your face. seems to have a fore-knowledge of that too, and Oli. Have you any commission from your lord to therefore comes to speak with you. What is to be negociate with my face? you are now out of your said to him, lady? he's fortified against any denial.

text: but we will draw the curtain, and show you Oli. Tell him, he shall not speak with me.

the picture. Look you, sir, such a one as I was this Mal. He has been told so: and he says, he'll stand present: is't not well done?

[Unveiling. at your door like a sheriff's post, and be the supporter

Vio. Excellently done, if God did all. of a bench, but be'll speak with you.

Oli. 'Tis in grain, sir; 'twill endure wind and weaOli. What kind of man is he?

ther. Mal. Why, of man kind.

Vio. "Tis beauty truly blent, whose red and white Oli. What manner of man!

Nature's own sweet and cunning hand laid on : Mal. Of very ill manner : he'll speak with you, Lady, you are the cruel'st she alive, will you, or no.

If you will lead these graces to the grave, oli. of what personage, and years, is he?

And leave the world no copy. Mal. Not yet old enough for a man, nor young

Oli. 0, sir, I will not be so hard-hearted; I will enough for a boy; as a squash is before 'tis a pease give out divers schedules of my beauty, it shall be cod, or a codling when "tis almost an apple : 'tis inventoried ; and every particle, and utensil, labelled with him e'en standing water, between boy and man.

to my will : as, item, two lips indifferent red; item, He is very well-favoured, and he speaks very shrew two grey eyes, with lids to them ; item, one neck, ishly: one would thipk, his mother's milk were one chin, and so forth, Were you sent hither to scarce ont of him.

'praise me! Oli . Let him approach : call in my gentlewoman. Bat, if you were the devil

, you are fair.

Vio. I see you what you are : you are too prond: Mal. Gentlewoman, my lady calls. Re-enter Maria.

My lord and master loves you ; 0, such love Oli. Give me my veil: come, throw it o'er my face; The nonpareil of beauty!

Could be but recompens'd, though you were crown'd We'll once more hear Orsino's embassy.


How does he love me ! Enter Viola.

Vio. With adorations, with fertile tears, Vio. The honourable lady of the house, which is With groans that thunder love, with sighs of fire. she!

oli. Your lord does know my mind, I cannot love Oli. Speak to me, I shall answer for her. Your will! Yet I snppose him virtuous, know him noble, [him:

Vio. Most radiant, exquisite, and unmatchable of great estate, of fresh and stainless youth; beauty,--I pray you, tell me, if this be the lady of in voices well divulg'a, free, learn'd, and valiant, the house, for I never saw her : I would be loath to And, in dimension, and the shape of nature, cast away my speech; for, besides that it is excel- A gracious person but yet I cannot love him; lently well pena'd, I have taken great pains to con He might have took his answer long ago. it. Good beauties, let me sustain

scorn: I am

Vio. If I did love you in my master's flame, very comptible, even to the least sinister usage. With such a suffering, sach a deadly life, Óli. Whence came you, sir?

In your devial I would find no sense, Vio. I can say little more than I have studied, and I would not understand it.


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