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1 0f. The man grows mad; away with him. For him I imitate: 0, if it prove, Carne, come, sir.
Tempests are kind, and salt waves fresh in love![Exit. dr. Lead me on.
Sir To. A very dishonest paltry boy, and more a (Exeunt Officers with ANTONIO. coward than a hare: his dishonesty appears in leaving Pis Methinks, his words do from such passion his friend here in necessity, and denying him; and
for his cowardship, ask Fabian. That be believes himself; so do not I.
Fab. A coward, a most devout coward, religious Prore true, imagination, O, prove true,
in it. That I, dear brother, be now ta'en for you!
Sir And. 'Slid, I'll after him again, and beat him. So To. Come hither, knight; come hither, Fabian; Sir To. Do, cuff him soundly, but never draw we'll whisper o'er a couple or two of most sage saws. thy sword. Fire He nam'd Sebastian; I my brother know Sir And. An I do not,
(Erit. Yet living in my glass; even such, and so,
Fab. Come, let's see the event. In favour was my brother; and he went
Sir Tu. I dare lay any money, 'twill be nothing Still in this fashion, colour, ornament,
SCENE I. - The Street before Olivia's House. If thou dar'st tempt me further, draw thy sword.
(Draws. Enter SEBASTIAN and Clown.
Sir To. What, what? Nay, then I must have an Cia. Will you make me believe, that I am not ounce or two of this malapert blood from you. sent for you?
[Draws. Section Go to, go to, thou art a foolish fellow;
Enter OLIVIA. La me be clear of thee.
Cia. Well held out, i'faith! No, I do not know Oli. Hold, Toby ; on thy life, I charge thee, hold. you; nor I am not sent to you by my lady, to bid Sir To. Madam? you come speak with her; nor your name is not Oli. Will it be ever thus ? Ungracious wretch, master Cesario ; nor this is not my nose neither. – Fit for the mountains, and the barbarous caves, Nading, that is so, is so.
Where manners ne'er were preach'd! out of my Sa I pr’ythee, Fent thy folly somewhere else :
sight! The know's not mne.
Be not offended, dear Cesario! C. Vent my folly! he has heard that word of Rudesby, be gone!- I priythee, gentle friend, botes great man, and now applies it to a fool. Vent [Exeunt Sir Toby, Sir ANDREW, and FABIAN.
foly! I am afraid this great lubber, the world, Let thy fair wisdom, not thy passion, sway wil prove a cockney. - I pr’ythee now, ungird thy In this uncivil and unjust extent trengeness, and tell me what I shall vent to my lady; Against thy peace. Go with me to my house ; Sali I sent to her, that thou art coining ?
And hear thou there how many fruitless pranks St. I prythee, foolish Greek, depart from me; This ruffian hath botch'd up, that thou thereby There's money for thee; if you tarry longer, May'st smile at this : thou shalt not choose but go; I shall give worse payment.
Do not deny: Beshrew his soul for me, C. By my troth, thou hast an open hand: - He started one poor heart of mine in thee. These wise men, that give fools money, get them Seb. What relish is in this ? how runs the stream ? sites a good report after fourteen years' purchase. Or I am mad, or else this is a dream :
Let fancy still my sense in Lethe steep; Enter Sir ANDREW, Sir Toby, and Fabian. If it be thus to dream, still let me sleep! Er And. Now, sír, have I met you again ? there's Oli. Nay, come, I pr'ythee : 'Would thou'dst be [Striking SEBASTIAN.
rul'd by me? St. Why, there's for thee, and there, and there : Seb. Madam, I will. Ax all the people mad? [Beating Sir ANDREW. Oli.
(), say so, and so be! 5 To Hold, sir, or I'll throw your dagger o'er
[Exeunt. Ca. This will I tell my lady straight : I would SCENE II. - A Room in Olivia's House. met be in some of your coats for two-pence.
Enter MARIA and Clown.
[Erit Clown. 5 Ta. Come on, sir ; hold.
Mar. Nay, I pr’ythee, put on this gown, and this (Holding SEBASTIAN. beard ; make him believe thou art sir Topas the 5 Ant. Nay, let him alone, I'll go another way curate; do it quickly: I'll call sir Toby the whilst. to work with him ; I'll have an action of battery
[Erit Maria. against him, if there be any law in Illyria: though Clo. Well, I'll put it on, and I will dissemble I struck bim first, yet it's no matter for that. myself in't; and I would I were the first that ever Let go thy hand.
dissembled in such a gown. I am not fat enough ** To. Come, sir, I will not let you go. Come, to become the function well : nor lean enough to 1. Foung soldier, put up your iron : you are well be thought a good student, but to be said, an honest
man, and a good housekeeper, goes as fairly, as to I will be free from thee. What wouldst say, a careful man, and a great scholar. The comthou now?
shed; come on.
Enter Sir Toby BELck and Maria.
Clo. Alas, why is she so ? Sir To. Jove bless thee, master parson.
Mal. Fool, I say; Clo. Bonos dies, sir Toby. for as the old hermit Clo. She loves another — Who calls, ha ? of Prague, that pever saw pen and ink, very wittily Mal. Good fool, as ever thou wilt deserve well at said to a niece of king Gorboduc, That, that is, is : my hand, help me to a candle, and pen, ink, and so 1, being master parson, am master parson : For paper ; as I am a gentleman, I will live to be thankwhat is that, but that? and is, but is?.
ful to thee for't. Sir To. To him, sir Topas.
Clo. Master Malvolio! Clo. What, hoa, I say, -- Peace in this prison! Mal. Ay, good fool.
Sir To. The knave counterfeits well; a good Clo. Alas, sir, how fell you besides your five wits? knave.
Mal. Foal, there was never man so notoriously Mal. [in an inner chamber.] Who calls there? abused : I am as well in my wits, fool, as thou art.
Clo. Sir Topas, the curate, who comes to visit Clo. But as well ? then you are mad, indeed, if Malvolio the lunatick.
you be no better in your wits than a fool. Mal. Sir Topas, sir Topas, good sir Topas, go to Mal. They have here propertied me ; keep me my lady.
in darkness, send ministers to me, asses, and do all Clo. Out, hyperbolical fiend ! how vexest thou they can to face me out of my wits. this man? talkest thou nothing but of radies? Clo. Advise you what you say; the minister is Sir To. Well said, master parson.
here. — Malvolio, Malvolio, thy wits the heavens reMol. Sir Topas, never was man thus wronged : store! endeavour thyself to sleep, and leave thy vain good sir Topas, do not think I am mad; they have bibble babble. laid me here in hideous darkness.
Mal. Sir Topas, Clo. Fye, thou dishonest Sathan! I call thee by Clo. Maintain no words with him, good fellow. the most modest terms; for I am one of those Whd, I, sir? not I, sir. God b'wi'you, good sir gentle ones, that will use the devil himself with Topas. —Marry, amen. I will, sir, I will. courtesy: Say'st tħou, that house is dark ?
Mal. Fool, fool, fool, I say, Mal. As hell, sir Topas.
Clo. Alas, sir, be patient. What say you, sir ? I Clo. Why, it hath bay-windows, transparent as am shent for speaking to you. barricadoes, and the clear stories towards the south Mal. Good fool, help me to some light, and north are as lustrous as ebony; and yet complainest some papers I tell thee, I am as well in my wits as thou of obstruction ?
aný man in Illyria. Mal. I am not mad, sir Topas ; I say to you, Clo. Well-a-day, - that you were, sir ! this house is dark.
Mal. By this hand, I am : Good fool, some ink, Clo. Madman, thou errest: I say, there is no paper, and light, and convey what I will set down darkness, but ignorance ; in which thou art more to my lady; it shall advantage thee more than erer puzzled, than the Egyptians in their fog.
the bearing of letter did. Mal. I say, this house is as dark as ignorance, Clo. I will help you to't. But tell me true, at: though ignorance were as dark as hell ; and I say, you not mad indeed? or do you but counterfeit? there was never man thus abused: I am no more Mal. Believe me, I am not; I tell thee true. mad than your are; make the trial of it in any con Clo. Nay, I'll ne'er believe a madman, till I see stant question.
his brains. I will fetch you light, and paper, and ink. Clo. What is the opinion of Pythagoras, concern Mal. Fool, I'll requite it in the highest degree ; ing wild-fowl ?
I pr'ythee, be gone. Mal
. That the soul of our grandam might haply inhabit a bird.
Clo. I am gone, sir, Clo. What thinkest thou of his opinion ?
And anon, sir, Mal. I think nobly of the soul, and no way ap
r'u be with you again, prove his opinion.
In a trice, Clo. Fare thee well : Remain thou still in dark
Like to the old vice, ness : thou shalt hold the opinion of Pythagoras,
Your need to sustain; ere I will allow of thy wits; and fear to kill a wood
Who with dagger of lath, cock, lest thou dispossess the soul of thy grandam.
In his rage and his wrath, Fare thee well.
Cries, ah, ha ! to the devil : Mal. Sir Topas, sir Topas,
Like a mad lad, Sir To. My most exquisite sir Topas !
Pare thy nails, dad, Clo. Nay, I am for all waters.
Adieu, goodman drivel.
[Enl. Mar, Thou might'st have done this without thy beard, and gown; he sees thee not.
SCENE III. - Olivia's Garden. Sir To. To him in thine own voice, and bring me word how thou findest him: I would, we were
Enter SEBASTIAN. well rid of this knavery. If he may be conveniently Scb. This is the air ; that is the glorious sun ; delivered, I would he were ; for I am now so far in This pearl she gave me, I do feel't, and see't : offence with my niece, that I cannot pursue with And though 'tis wonder that enwraps me thus, any safety this sport to the upshot. Come by and Yet 'tis not madness. Where's Antonio then ? by to my chamber. (Ereunt Sir Toby and MARIA. I could not find him at the Elephant : Clo. Hey Robin, jolly Robin,
Yet there he was ; and there I found this credit, Tell me how thy lady does. (Singing. That he did rage the town to seek me out. Mal. Fool.
His coninsel now might do me golden service: Clo. My lady is unkind, perdy.
For though my soul disputes well with my sense,
That this may be some error, but no madness, Now go with me, and with this holy man,
Into the chantry by : there, before him,
And underneath that consecrated roof, That I am ready to distrust mine eyes,
Plight me the full assurance of your faith; And wrangle with my reason, that persuades me That my most jealous and too doubtful sour To any other trust, but that I am mad,
May live at peace : He shall conceal it, Or else the lady's mad; yet, if 'twere so,
Whiles you are willing it shall come to note She could cot sway her house, command her followers, What time we will our celebration keep Take, and give back, affairs, and their despatch, According to my birth. - What do you say? With such a smooth, discreet, and stable bearing, Seb. l'il follow this good man, and go with you ; As I perceive, she does: there's something in't, And, having sworn truth, ever will be true. That is deceivable. But here comes the lady. Oli
. Then lead the way, good father ; —And
heavens so shine, Enter OLIVIA and a Priest.
That they may fairly note this act of mine ! O. Blame not this beste of mine: If you mean
SCENE I. - The Street before Olívia's House. come again. I go, sir; but I would not have you
to think, that my desire of having is the sin of Enter Clown and FABIAX.
covetousness : but, as you say, sir, let your bounty Feb. Now, as thou lovest me, let me see his letter. take a nap, I will awake it anon. [Exit Clown. Cs. Good master Fabian, grant me another
Enter ANTONIO and Officers, Pab. Any thing.
Vio. Here comes the man, sir, that did rescue me. Cla. Do not desire to see this letter.
Duke. That face of his I do remember well; Feb. That is, to give a dog, and, in recompense, Yet, when I saw it last, it was besmear'd teine my dog again.
As black as Vulcan, in the smoke of war :
A bawbling vessel was he captain of, Enter Dore, VIOLA, and Attendants.
For shallow draught, and bulk, unprizable ; Duke. Belong you to the lady Olivia, friends ? With which such scathful grapple did he make Oleh Ay, sir; we are some of her trappings. With the most noble bottom of our fleet,
Duke. I know thee well; How dost thou, my That very envy, and the tongue of loss, good fellow?
Cry'd fame and honour on him. - What's the Che. Truly, sir, the better for my foes, and the
matter? wowse for my friends.
1 Off. Orsino, this is that Antonio, Duke. Just the contrary; the better for thy friends. That took the Phoenix, and her fraught, from Candy; Cik No, sir, the worse.
And this is he, that did the Tiger board, Des. How can that be?
When your young nephew Titus lost his leg : C. Marry, sir, they praise me, and make an ass Here in the streets, desperate of shame, and state, of me; now my foes tell me plainly I am an ass : In private brabble did we apprehend him. so that by my foes, sir, I profit in the knowledge of Vio. He did me kindness, sir ; drew on my side; milf; and by my friends I am abused : so that, But, in conclusion, put strange speech upon me, esclusions to be as kisses, if your four negatives I know not what 'twas, but distraction. make your two affirmatives, why, then the worse for Duke. Notable pirate! thou salt-water thief! my friends, and the better for my foes.
What foolish boldness brought thee to their merries, Duke. Why, this is excellent.
Whom thou, in terms so bloody, and so dear, Ca. By my troth, sir, no; though it please you Hast made thine enemies? to be one of my friends.
Orsino, noble sir, Drake. Thou shalt not be the worse for me;. Be pleas'd that I shake off these names you give me;
Antonio never yet was thief, or pirate, C. But that it would be double-dealing, sir, 1 Though, I confess, on base and ground enough, would you could make it another.
Orsino's enemy. A witchcraft drew me hither : Duiz. O, you give me ill counsel.
That most ingrateful boy there, by your side, Ca. Put your grace in your pocket, sir, for this From the rude sea's enrag'd and foamy mouth s, and let your flesh and blood obey it.
Did I redeem ; a wreck past hope he was: Duke. Well, I will be so much a sinner to be a His life I gave him, and did thereto add double daler; there's another.
My love, without retention, or restraint, Ca Pries, secundo, tertis, is a good play; and all his in dedication : for his sake, bold saying is, the third pays for all the tripler, Did I expose myself, pure for his love, år
, is a good tripping measure; or the bells of St. Into the danger of this adverse town ;
this throw: if you will let your lady know, I am (Not meaning to partake with me in danger,) here to speak with her, and bring her along with Taught him to face me out of his acquaintance, you, it may awake my bounty further.
And grew a twenty-years-removed thing, Cs Mary, sir, lullaby to your bounty, till 1 While one would wink ; denied me mine own purse,
Which I had recommended to his uso
No, my lord, not I. Not half an hour before.
Oli. Alas, it is the baseness of thy fear, Vio.
How can this be? That makes thee strangle thy propriety : Duke. When came he to this town?
Fear not Cesario, take thy fortunes up; Ant. To-day, my lord; and for three months Be that thou know'st thou art, and then thou art before,
As great as that thou fear'st. - 0, welcome, father! (No interim, not a minute's vacancy,) ' Both day and night did we keep company.
Re-enter Attendant and Priest.
Father, I charge thee, by thy reverence,
Here to unfold (though lately we intended Duke. Here comes the countess ; now heaven To keep in darkness, what occasion now walks on earth,
Reveals before 'tis ripe,) what thou dost know,
Strengthen'd by interchangement of your rings; Wherein Olivia may seem serviceable ? .
And all the ceremony of this compáct Cesario, you do not keep promise with me.
Seal'd in my function, by my testimony: Vio. Madam?
Since when, my watch hath told me, toward my Duke. Gracious Olivia,
grave, Oli. What do you say,
Cesario? Good my I have travelled but two hours. lord,
Duke. O, thou dissembling cub! what wilt thou Vio. My lord would speak, my duty hushes me.
be, Oli. If it be aught to the old tune, iny lord, When time hath sow'd a grizzle on thy case ? It is as fat and fulsome to minę ear,
Or will not else thy craft so quickly grow,
That thine own trip shall be thine overthrow ?
Farewell, and take her ; but direct thy feet,
Where thou and I henceforth may never meet.
0, do not swear ; My soul the faithfull'st offerings hath breath'd out, Hold little faith, though thou hast too much fear. That e'er devotion tender'd! What shall I do? Oli. Even what it please my lord, that shall be- Enter Sir ANDREW AGUE-CHEEK, with his head broke. come him.
Sir And. For the love of God, a surgeon; send Duke. Why should I not, had I the heart to do it, one presently to sir Toby. Like to the Egyptian thief, at point of death,
Oli. What's the matter? Kill what I love; a savage jealousy,
Sir And. He has broke my head across, and has That sometime savours nobly? - But hear me this : given sir Toby a bloody coxcomb too: for the love Since you to non-regardance cast my faith, of God, your help: I had rather than forty pound, And that I partly know the instrument
I were at home.
Sir And. The count's gentleman, one Cesario :
Duke. My gentleman, Cesario ? Where he sits crowned in his master's spite.
Sir And. Od's lifelings, here he is : – You broke Come boy, with me; my thoughts are ripe in mis my head for nothing, and that that I did, I was chief:
set on to do't by sir Toby. I'll sacrifice the lamb that I do love,
Vio. Why do you speak to me? I never burt To spite a raven's heart within a dove. Going.
you : Vio. And I, most jocund, apt, and willingly, You drew your sword upon me, without cause; To do you rest, a thousand deaths would die. But I bespake you fair, and hurt you not.
(Following. Sir And. If a bloody coxcomb be a hurt, you Oli. Where goes Cesario ?
have hurt me; I think, you set nothing by a bloody Vio
After him I love, coxcomb.
Enter Sir Toby Belch, drunk, led by the Clown. If I do feign, you witnesses above,
Here comes Sir Toby halting, you shall hear more: Punish my life, for tainting of my love!
but if he had not been in drink, he would have Oli. Ah me, detested! how am I beguil'd ! tickled you othergates than he did. Vio. Who does beguile you ? who does do you Duke. How now, gentleman ? how is't with
wrong? Oli. Hast thou forgot thyself? Is it so long ? Sir To. That's all one; he has hurt me, and Call forth the holy father. [Erit an Attendant. there's the end on't. — Sot, did'st see Dick surgeon, Duke.
Come away. (To Viola. Oli. Whither, my lord ? Cesario, husband, stay. Clo. O he's drunk, sir Toby, an hour agone; his Duke. Husband?
eyes were set at eight i'the morning. Oli.
Ay, husband, can he that deny ? Sir To. Then he's a rogue. After a passy-nek Duke. Her husband, sirrah?
sure, or a pavin, I hate a drunken rogue,
Ca. Away with him: Who hath made this ha Duke. Be not amaz'd ; right noble is his blood. rock with them?
If this be so, as yet the glass seems true, & And. I'll belp you, sir Toby, because we'll I shall have share in this most happy wreck : be dressed together.
Boy, thou hast said to me a thousand times, Si Ts. Will you help an ass-head, and a cox
[T. VIOLA. comb, and a knave? a thin-faced knave, a gull ? Thou never should'st love woman like to me. 04. Get him to bed, and let his hurt be look'd to. Vio. And all those sayings will I over-swear; [Freunt Clown, Sir Tosy, and Sir ANDREW. And all those swearings keep as true in soul, Enter SEBASTIAN.
As doth that orbed continent the fire
That severs day from night. St. I am sorry, madam, I have hurt your kins Duke.
Give me thy hand; man;
And let me see thee in thy woman's weeds. Bet, had it been the brother of my blood,
Vio. The captain, that did bring me first on shore, I must have done no less, with wit, and safety. Hath my maid's garments : he upon some action, You throw a strange regard upon me, and
Is now in durance ; at Malvolio's suit, By that I do perceive it hath offended you ; A gentleman, and follower of my lady's. Pardon me, sweet one, even for the vows
Oli. He shall enlarge him : - Fetch Malvolio We made each other but so late ago.
hither: Dute. One face, one voice, one habit, and two And yet, alas, now I remember me, persons;
They say, poor gentleman, he's much distract. A natural perspective, that is, and is not. Sete Antonio, O my dear Antonio !
Re-enter Clown, with a letter. How have the hours rack'd and tortur'd me, A most extracting frenzy of mine own Since I have lost thee.
From my remembrance clearly banish'd his. 4. Sebastian are you?
How does he, sirrah? Fear'st thou that, Antonio? Clo. Truly, madam, he holds Belzebub at the dint. How hare you made division of yourself? - stave's end, as well as a man in his case may do : As apple, cleft in two, is not more twin
he has here writ a letter to you, I should have Than these two creatures. Which is Sebastian ? given it you to-day morning; but as a madman's i Most wonderful !
epistles are no gospels, so it skills not much, when St. Do I stand there? I never had a brother : they are delivered. Vor can there be that deity in my nature,
Oli. Open it, and read it. Of bere and every where. I had a sister,
Clo. Look then to be well edified, when the fool Whom the blind waves and surges have devour'd: - delivers the madman:- By the Lord, madam, O charity, what kin are you to me? (T. VIOLA. Oli. How now! art thou mad? What countryman ? what name? what parentage ? Clo. No, madam, I do but read madness : an
V Of Vessaline : Sebastian was my father ; your ladyship will have it as it ought to be, you Such a Sebastian was my brother too,
must allow vor. So went he suited to his watery tomb :
Oli. Pr’ythee, read i'thy right wits. If spirits can assume both form and suit
Clo. So I do, madonna ; büt to read his right You come to fright us.
wits, is to read thus : therefore perpend, my prinA spirit I am, indeed : cess, and give car. But am in that dimension grossly clad,
Oli. Read it you, sirrah.
[To Fabiax. Which from the womb I did participate.
Fab. (reads.) By the Lord, madam, you wrong Were you a woman, as the rest goes even,
me, and the world shall know it: though you have I should my tears let fall upon your cheek, prut me into darkness, and given your drunken cousin And say – Thrice welcome, drowned Viola ! rule over me, yet have I the benefit of my senses as
The My father had a mole upon his brow. well as your ladyship. I have your own letter that Sch. And so had mine.
induced me to the semblance I put on; with the Pn. And died that day when Viola from her birth which I doubt not but to do myself much right, or Had oomber'd thirteen years.
you much shame. Think of me as you please. I St. O, that record is lively in my soul ! leave my duty a little unthought of, and speak out of He fristed, indeed, his mortal act,
The madly-used Malvolio. That day that made my sister thirteen years.
Oli. Did he write this? Fi. I nothing lets to make us happy both
Clo. Ay, madam. But this my masculine usurp'd attire,
Duke. This savours not much of distraction. De som enbrace me, till each circumstance
Oli. See him delivered, Fabian ; bring him hither. Of place, time, fortune, do cohere, and jump,
[Erit l'ablan. That I am Viola; which to confirm,
My lord, so please you, these things further thought n bring you to a captain in this town,
on, Where lie my maiden weeds ; by whose gentle help To think me as well a sister as a wife, I was preseri'd, to serve this noble count ; One day shall crown the alliance on't, so please you, All the occurrence of my fortune since
Here at my house, and at my proper cost. Hath been between this lady and this lord.
Duke. Madam, I am most apt to embrace your Sets So comes it, lady, you have been mistook :
[T. OLIVIA. Your master quits you ; [To Viola.) and, for your But nature to ber bias drew in that.
service done him, You would have been contracted to a maid ; So much against the mettle of your sex, Ne are you therein, by my life, deceivid,
So far beneath your soft and tender breeding, You are betroth'd both to a maid and man. And since you call’d me master for so long,