and as many lies as will lye in thy fheet of paper, although the fheet were big enough for the bed of Ware in England; fet 'em down, go about it. Let there be gall enough in thy ink, tho' thou write with a goofepen, no matter: about it.

Sir And. Where fhall I find you?

Sir To. We'll call thee at the Cubiculo: go.

[Exit Sir Andrew.

Fab. This is a dear manikin to you, Sir Toby. Sir To. I have been dear to him, lad, fome two thoufand ftrong or fo.

Fab. We fhall have a rare letter from him; but you'll not deliver't.

Sir To. Never truft me then; and by all means ftir on the youth to an answer. I think, oxen and wainropes cannot hale them together. For Andrew, if he were open'd, and you find fo much blood in his liver as will clog the foot of a flea, I'll eat the rest of th' anatomy.

Fab. And his oppofite, the youth, bears in his vifage no great prefage of cruelty.

Enter Maria.

Sir To. Look, where the youngest wren of nine

comes.

Mar. If you defire the fpleen, and will laugh yourfelves into tiches, follow me: yond gull Malvolio is turned Heathen, a very Renegado; for there is no Chriftian, that means to be fav'd by believing rightly, can ever believe fuch impoffible paffages of groffnefs. He's in yellow ftockings.

*Look, where the youngest wren of nine comes.] The womens parts were then acted by boys, fometimes fo low in ftature,

Sir To. And cross-garter'd?

Mar. Moft villainously; like a pedant that keeps a fchool i'th' church-I have dogg'd him, like his murtherer. He does obey every point of the letter, that I dropt to betray him. He does fmile his face into more lines than is in the new map, with the 3 augmentation of the Indies; you have not feen fuch a thing, as 'tis; I can hardly forbear hurling things at him. I know, my lady will ftrike him; if the do, he'll fmile, and take't for a great favour.

Sir To. Come, bring us, bring us where he is.

[Exeunt.

Seb.

Enter Sebaftian and Antonio.

WOULD not by my will have troubled you. But fince you make your pleafure of your pains,

I will no further chide you.

Ant. I could not stay behind you; my defire
(More fharp than filed fteel) did fpur me forth;
And not all love to fee you (tho' fo much,
As might have drawn one to a longer voyage.)
But jealoufie what might befal your travel,
Being skillefs in thefe parts; which to a stranger,
Unguided and unfriended, often prove
Rough and unhofpitable. My willing love,
The rather by thefe arguments of fear,
Set forth in your purfuit.

Seb. My kind Antonio,

I can no other anfwer make, but thanks *;

And thanks, and ever thanks; and oft good turns
Are fhuffled off with fuch uncurrent pay;
But were my worth, as is my confcience, firm,
You should find better dealing: what's to do?
Shall we go fee the relicks of this town?

Ant. To-morrow, Sir; beft, firft, go fee your lodging.

Seb. I am not weary, and 'tis long to night;
I pray you, let us fatisfie our eyes

With the memorials, and the things of fame,
That do renown this city.

Ant. 'Would, you'd pardon me :

I do not without danger walk thefe streets.
Once, in a fea-fight 'gainst the Duke his gallies,
I did fome fervice, of fuch note, indeed,

That were I ta'en here, it would fearce be anfwer'd.
Seb. Belike, you flew great number of his people.
Ant. Th' offence is not of fuch a bloody nature,
Albeit the quality of the time and quarrel
Might well have given us bloody argument:
It might have fince been anfwer'd in repaying
What we took from them, which, for traffick's fake,
Most of our city did. Only myself stood out;
For which, if I be lapfed in this place,

I fhall pay dear,

Seb. Do not then walk too open.

Ant. It doth not fit me: hold, Sir,, here's my purse. In the fouth fuburbs at the Elephant

rent Pay] The fecond Line is too fhort by a whole Foot. Then, who ever heard of this goodly double Adverb, ever-oft, which feems to have as much Propriety as, alway-fometimes? As I have reftor'd the Paffage, it is very much in our Author's Manner and Mode of Expreffion. So, in Cymbeline;

Since when I have been

Debtor to You for Courtefies, which I will be ever to pay, and yet pay ftill.

And in All's well, that Ends well. And let me buy your friendly Help thus far,

Which I will over-pay, and pay again

When I have found it.

THEOBALD.

Is beft to lodge: I will befpeak our diet,

Whiles you beguile your time, and feed your knowledge
With viewing of the town; there fhall you have me.
Seb. Why I your purfe?

Ant. Haply, your eye fhall light upon fome toy
You have defire to purchase; and your flore,
I think, is not for idle markets, Sir.

Seb. I'll be your purfe-bearer, and leave you
An hour.

Oli.

Ant. To th' Elephant.

Seb. I do remember.

I

SCENE VII.

Changes to Olivia's Houfe.

Enter Olivia, and Maria.

for

[Exeunt.

HAVE fent after him; he fays he'll come; How fhall I feat him? what beftow on him? For youth is bought more oft, than begg'd or bor, row'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's coming, Madam; but in very strange

He is fure poffeft, Madam. !

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

Mar. No, Madam, he does nothing but fmile; your ladyfhip were beft to have fome guard about you, if he come; for, fure, the man is tainted in his wits. Oli. Go call him hither..

I'm as mad as he,

Enter Malvolio.

If fad and merry madness equal be

How now, Malvolio?

Mal. Sweet lady, ha, ha.

[Smiles fantastically.

Oli. Smil'ft thou? I fent for thee upon a fad occafion.

Mal. Sad, lady? I could be fad; this does make fome obftruction in the blood; this crofs-gartering; but what of it; if it please the eye of One, it is with me as the very true fonnet is: Fieafe one, and pleaje all. Oli. Why? how doft thou, man? what is the matter with thee?

Mal. Not black in my mind, tho' 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 fmile fo, and kifs thy hand fo oft?

Mar. How do you, Malvolio?

Mal. At your request?

Yes, nightingales anfwer daws!

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

Mal. Be not afraid of Greatnefs;- 'twas well writ.
Oli. What meaneft thou by that, Malvolio?
Mal, Some are born Great-