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Sir To. What, for being a Puritan? thy exqui- Duke. What kind of woman ist? sie reason, dear knight?


Of your complexion. Sir And. I have no exquisite reason for't, but I Duke. She is not worth thee then. What years, tase reasna good enough.

Vio. About your years, my lord. [i'faith? Mar. The devil a Puritan that he is, or any Duke. Too old, by heaven: let still the woman ting constantly but a time pleaser; an affectioned An elder than herself; so wears she to him, (take Bus that cops 'state without book, and utters it by So sways, she level in her husband's heart. erat swarths: the best persuaded of himself, so For, boy, however we do praise ourselves, inain mard, as he thinks, with excellencies, that it is Our fancies are more giddy and unfirm, his ground of faith, that all, that look on him, love More longing, wavering, sooner lost and worn, am: and on that vice in him will my revenge find | Than women's are. lable cause to work.


I think it well, my lord. Ser To. What wilt thou do?

Duke. Then let thy love be younger than thyself, Mar. I will drop in his way some obscure epistles Or thy affection cannot hold the bent : I love; wherein, by the colour of his beard, the For women are as roses; whose fair flower,

ape of bis leg, the manner of his gait, the expres. Being once display'd, doth fall that very hour. aste of his eye, forehead, and complexion, he shall Vio. And so they are: alas, that they are so; tad himself most feelingly personated : I can write To die, even when they to perfection grow! very like my lady, yoor niece; on a forgotten matter

Re-enter Curio, and Clown. ** can hardly make distinction of our hands. di To. Eicellent! I smell a device.

Duke. O fellow, come, the song we had last Sir And. I have't in my nose too.

Mark it, Cesario; it is old, and plain : (night:Sir To. He shall think, by the letters that thon The spinsters and the knitters in the sun, *tt drop, that they come from my niece, and that

And the free maids, that weave their thread with bis in love with him.


Do use to chaunt it; it is silly sooth, [bones,

And dallies with the innocence of love,
Mar. My parpose is, indeed, a horse of that

Like the old age.
Sir And.' And your horse now could make him
Mar, Ass, I doubt uot.

[an ass.

Clo. Are you ready, sir? Sr And. O, 'twill be admirable.

Duke. Ay; pr’ythee, sing.

(Music) Mar. Sport royal, I warrant you : I know, my

SONG, phisic will work with him. I will plant yon two, bilet tbe fool make a third, where he shall find the Clo. Come away, come away, death, etter; observe his construction of it. For this night, And in sad cypress let me be laid; bhed, and dream on the event. Farewell. (Exit.

Fly away, fly away, breath; Ser To. Good night, Penthesilea.

I am slain by a fair cruel maid. Sir And. Before me, she's a good wench.

My shroud of white, stuck all with yew, Sir To. She's a beagle, true-bred, and one that

0, prepare it ; ares mewhat o'that?

My part of death no one so true Sir And. I was adored once too.

Did share it. der To. Let's to bed, knight.—Thou hadst need

Not a flower, not a flower sweet, send for more money.

On my black coffin let there be strown; Sir And. If I cannot recover your piece, I am a

Not a friend, not a friend greet (thrown; fraisas oat.

My poor corpse, where my bones shall be

A thousand thousand sighs to save, Sir To. Send for money, knight; if thou hast her well in the eod, call me Cut.

(you will.

Lay me, 0, where

Sad true lover ne'er find my grave,
Sir And. If I do not, never trust me, take it how
Sir To. Come, come; I'll go burn some sack,

To weep there. *.* too late to go to bed now: come, knight; come, Duke. There's for thy pains. Azizbt.

(Exeunt. Clo. No pains, sir; I take pleasure in singing, sir. SCENE IV.- A Room in the Duke's Palace.

Duke. I'll pay thy pleasure then.

Clo. Truly, sir, and pleasure will be paid, one Enter DUKE, VIOLA, CURIO, and others. time or another. Duke. Give me some music :-Now, good mor. Duke. Give me now leave to leave thee. row, friends :

Clo. Now, the melancholy god protect thee; and ***, good Cesario, but that piece of song,

the tailor make thy doublet of changeable tatsata, I at old and antique song we heard last night; for thy mind is a very opal !- I would have men of 91-cboight it did relieve my passion much;

such constancy put to sea, that their business might More than light airs and recollected terms,

be every thing, and their intent every where; for !); these most brisk and giddy-paced times :- that's it, that always makes a good voyage of noI me, but one verse. (should sing it. thing.-Farewell.

[Éxit Clown. (ur. He is not here, so please your lordship, that Duke. Let all the rest give place.-Drake. Who was it?

(Exeunt Curio and Attendants. Cur. Feste, the jester, my lord; a fool that the

Once more, Cesario, boty Olivia's father took much delight in : he is Get thee to yon' same sovereign cruelty : be at the honse.

Tell her, my love, more poble than the world, Duke. Seek him out, and play the tune the while. Prizes not quantity of dirty lands:

(Exit Curio.-Music. The parts, that fortune hath bestow'd upon her, Cime bither, boy; if ever thou shalt love,

Tell her, I hold as giddily as fortune; le the sweet pangs of it remember me:

But 'tis that miracle, and queen of gems, for, soch as I am, all true lovers are ;

That nature pranks her in, attracts my soul. Tastaid and skittish in all motions else,

Vio. But, if she cannot love you, sir? ble, in the constant image of the creature

Duke. I cannot be so answer'd. Lat is belov'd-How dost thon like this tune? Vio.

'Sooth, but you must. Vio. It gives a very echo to the seat

Say, that some lady, as, perhaps, there is, hi hage love is thron'd.

Hath for your love as great a pang of heart Dike. Thon dost speak masterly:

As you have for Olivia : you cannot love her; !, 1.te upon't, yoang though thou art, thine eye You tell her so: must she not then be answerd ? 1:att stay'd mpon soine favour that it loves ;

Duke. There is no woman's sides, Lath it not, boy?

Can bide the beating of so strong a passion Vio

A little, by your favour. As love doth give my heart: no woman's heard

So big, to hold so much; they lack retention.

Mal. There is example fort; the lady of the Alas, their love may be called appetite,

strachy married the yeoman of the wardrobe. No motion of the liver, but the palate,

Sir And. Fie on him, Jezebel! That suffer surfeit, cloyment, and revolt;

Fab. O, peace ! now he's deeply in; look, bow But mine is all as hungry as the sea,

imagination blows him. And can digest as much: make no compare

Mal. Having been three months married to her, Between that love a woman can bear me,

sitting in my state, And that I owe Olivia.

Sir To. O, for a stone-bow, to hit him in the eye! Vio. Ay, but I know,

Mal. Calling my officers about me, in my branched Duke. What dost thou know?

velvet gown; having come from a day-bed, where Vio. Too well what love women to men may owe:

I left Olisia sleeping: In faith, they are as true of heart as we.

Sir To. Fire and brimstone! My father had a daughter loved a man,

Fab. O, peace, peace! As it might be, perhaps, were I a woman,

Mal. And then to have the humour of state : and I should your lordship.

after a demure travel of regard, -telling them, I know Duke.

And what's her history? my place, as I would they should do theirs,—to ak Vio. A blank, my lord : She never told her love, for my kinsman Toby : But let concealment, like a worm i' the bud,

Sir To. Bolts and shackles! Feed on her damask cheek : she pin’d in thought; Fab. O, peace, peace, peace! now, now. And, with a green and yellow melancholy,

Mal. Seven of my people, with an obedient start, She sat like patience on a monument,

make out for him: I frown the while; and perSmiling at grief. Was not this love, indeed ? chance, wind up my watch, or play with some nich We men may say more, swear more : but, indeed, jewel. Toby approaches; court'sies there to me: Our shows are more than will; for still we prove

Sir To. Shall this fellow live? Much in our vows, but little in our love.

Fab. Thoagh our silence be drawn from us with Duke. But died thy sister of her love, my boy? cars, yet peace.

Vio. I am all the daughters of my father's house, Mal. I extend my hand to him, thus, quenching And all the brothers too ;-and yet I know not.- my familiar smile with an austere regard of control; Sir, shall I to this lady?

Sir To. And does not Toby take you a blow o the Duke.

Ay, that's the theme. lips then ? To her in haste ; give her this jewel; say,

Mal. Saying, Cousin Toby, my fortunes haring My love can give no place, bide no delay. (Exeunt. cast me on your niece, give me this prerogative of

speech:SCENE V.-Olivia's Garden.

Sir To. What, what? Enter Sir Toby BELCH, SIR ANDREWAGUE-CHEEK, Mal. You must amend your drunkenness. and FABIAN.

Sir To. Out, scab! Sir To. Come thy ways, signior Fabian.

Fab. Nay, patience, or we break the sidews of Fab. Nay, I'll come; if I lose a scruple of this our plot. sport, let me be boiled to death with melancholy. Mal. Besides, you waste the treasure of your

Sir To. Would'st thou not be glad to have the time with a foolish knight; niggardly rascally sheep-biter come by some notable

Sir And. That's me, I warrant you. shame?

Mal. One Sir Andrew: Fab. I would exult, man : you know, he brought Sir And. I knew, 'twas I; for many do call me me out of favour with my lady, about a bear-baiting Mal. What employment have we here? (Tak here.

ing up the letter.) Sir To. To anger him, we'll have the bear again;

Fab. Now is the woudcock near the gin. and we will fool him black and blue:-Shall we Sir To. O, peace and the spirit of humours : not, Sir Andrew ?

timate reading aloud to him! Sir And. An we do not, it is pity of our lives. Mal. By my life, this is my lady's hand : these

be her very C's, her U's, and her T's; and this Enter MARIA.

makes she her great P's. is, in contempt Sir To. Here comes the little villain :-How question, her band. now, my nettle of India ?

Sir And. Her C's, her U's and her T's: why Mar. Get ye all three into the box-tree: Mal. that? volio's coming down this walk; he has been yonder Mal. (reads.) To the unknown beloved, this, and i' the sun, practising behaviour to his own shadow, my good wishes : her very phrases !-By Fear this half hour : observe him, for the love of mockery; leave, wax.-Soft!-and the impressure her Le for, I know, this letter will make a contemplative crece, with which she uses to seal : 'tis my lady: idiot of him. Close, in the name of jesting! (The to whom should this he? men hide themselves.) Lie thou there; (throws Fab. This wins him, liver and all. down a letter) for here comes the trout that must Mal. (reads.) Jove knows I love : be caught with tickling. (Exit Maria.

But who?

Lips do not move,

No man must know. Mal. 'Tis but fortune ; all is fortune. Maria No man must know.-What follows ? the bombers once told me, she did affect me: and I have heard altered !--No man must know :-If this should be herself come thus near, that, should she fancy, it thee, Malvolio? should be one of my complexion. Besides, she ases Sir To. Marry, hang thee, brock! me with a more exalted respect, than any one else Mal. I may command, where I adore : that follows her. What should I think on't?

But silence, like a Lucrece knife, Sir To. Here's an over-weening rogue !

IV ith bloodless stroke my heart doth gare; Fab. O, peace! Contemplation makes a rare

M, O, A, I, doth sucay my life. turkey-cock of him; how he jets under bis advanced Fab. A Fustian riddle! plumes !

Sir To. Excellent wench, say I. Sir And. 'Slight, I could so beat the rogue ! - Mal. M, O, A, I, doth sway my life.-Nay, bat Sir To. Peace, I sav.

first, let me see,-let me see,-let me see. Mal. To be Count Malvolio!

Fab. What a dish of poison hath she dress'd lim! Sir To. Ah, rogue !

Sir To. And with what wing the stannyel checks Sir And. Pistol him, pistol him.

at it. Sir To. Peace, peace!

Mal. I may command where I adore. Why, she


follow me.

ст, О.

may command me; I serve her, she is my lady. Sir To. Shall I play my freedom at tray-trip, and Why, this is evident to any formal capacity. There become thy bond-slave? is Do obstruction in this :--And the end, - What Sir And. I'faith, or I either? should that alphabetical position portend ? if I Sir To. Why, thou hast pat him in such a dream, could make that resemble something in me,- that when the image of it leaves him, he must run Sattly! -M, 0, A, 1.

mad. Ser T. O, ay! make up that:-he is now at a Mar. Nay, but say true ; does it work upon him? cold scent.

Sir To. Like aqua-vitæ with a midwife. Fab. Souter will cry upon't, for all this, though Mar. If you will then see the fruits of the sport, it be as rank as a fox.

mark his first approach before my lady: he will Mal. M, Malvolio ;-M,-why, that begins my come to her in yellow stockings, and 'tis a colour

she abhors ; and cross-gartered, a fashion she deFah. Did not I say, he would word it out ? the tests; and he will smile upon her, which will now cur is excellent at faults.

be so unsuitable to her disposition, being addicted Mal. 1,--Bat then there is no consonancy in the to a melancholy as she is, that it cannot but turn quel; that sutiers under probation : A should him into a notable contempt: if you will see it, isbow, but I does. Fab. And 0 shall end, I hope.

Sir To. To the gates of Tartar, thou most excelSir To. Ay, or I'll cudgel him, and make him lent devil of wit!

Sir And. I'll make one too.

(Exeunt. Mal. And then I comes behind. Fab. Ay, an you had an eye behind you, you

Eight see more detraction at your heels, than for-

SCENE I.-Olivia's Garden.
Danes before yon.
Hal. 1,0, A, I;—This simulation is not as the

Enter VIOLA, and Clown with a tabor. Cart:-and yet, to crush this a little, it would Vio. Save thee, friend, and thy music : dost thou how to me, for every one of these letters are in my live by thy tabor ? Dane. Sott! here follows prose.-If ihis fall into Clo. No, sir, I live by the church. the kand, rerolre. In my stars I am above thee;

Vio. Art thou a churchmao ? bet be not afraid of greatness : some are born

Clo. No such matter, sir; I do live by the church : great, some achieve greatness, and some have for I do live at my house, and my house doth stand pratness thrust upon them. Thy fates open their by the church. Amule; let thy blood and spirit embrace them. Vio. So thou may'st say, the king lies by a begAzd, to inure thyself to what thou art like to be, gar, if a beggar dwell Dear him ; or, the church cast thy humble slough, and appear fresh. Be stands by thy tabor, if thy tabor stand by the Poiste uith a kinsman, surly with servants :

cburch. de! thy tongue tang arguments of state ; put thy- Clo. Yon have said, sir.—To see this age!-A By into the trick of singularity : she thus advises sentence is but a cheveril glove to a good wit; how Itee, that sighs for thee. Remember who com- quickly the wrong side may be turned outward! tended thy yellow stockings ; and wished to see Vio. Nay, that's certain; they that dally nicely love erer cross-gartered: I say, remember. Go with words, may quickly make them wanton. to, thon ort made, if thou desirest to be so; if Clo. I would, therefore, my sister had had no est, let me see thee a steward still, the fellow of

Vio. Why, man?

(name, sir. detrants, and not worthy to touch fortune's Clo. Why, sir, her name's a word; and to dally Antrs. Farewell. She, that would aiter services with that word, might make my sister wanton: but, El thee,

indeed, words are very rascals, since bonds disThe fortunate-unhappy. graced them. Day-light and champian discovers not more : this

Vio. Thy reason, man?

Clo. Troth, sir, I can yield yon none without as upen. I will be proud, I will read politic anthor's, I will baffle Sir Toby, I will wash vff gross

words; and words are grown so false, I am loath to aquaintance, I will be point de vice, the very man.

prove reason with them. I do not now fool myself, to let imagination jade

Vio. I warrant, thou art a merry fellow, and Elite; for every reason excites to this, that my lady

carest for nothing.

Clo. Not so, sir, kses me. She did commend my yellow stockings

I do care for something : but in tilate, she did praise my leg being cross-gartered;

my conscience, sir, I do not care for you ; if that be and in this she manifests herself to my love, and,

to care for nothing, sir, I would it would make you

invisible. *.th a kind of injunction, drives me to these habits Der liking. I thank my stars, I am happy.

Vio. Art thou not the lady Olivia's fool? will be strange, stout, in yellow stockings, and

Clo. No, indeed, sir ; the lady Olivia has no fully: emce gartered, even with the swiftness of putting fools are as like husbands, as pilchards are to her.

she will keep no fool, sir, till she be married, and vu. Jove, and my stars be praised !-Here is yet a prostscript. Thou canst not choose but know who rings, the husband's the bigger; I am, indeed, not I un. I thou entertainest my love, let it appear

her fool, but her corrupter of words. En try smiling; thy smiles become thee well:

Vio. I saw thee late at the count Orsino's. le reture in my presence still smile, dear my

Clo. Foolery, sir, does walk about the orb, like surel, I prythee. Jove, 1 thank thre:-I will sir, but the fool should be as oft with your master,

the sun; it shines every where. I would be sorry, Slik; I will do every thing that thou wilt have me.


as with my mistress: I think I saw your wisdom Fah. I will not give my part of this sport for a

there. paverasion of thousands to be paid from the Sophy:

Vio. Nay, an thou pass upon me, I'll no more Sir To. I could marry this wench for this device :

with thee. "Hold, there's expences for thee. Sir And. So could I too.

Clo. Now Jove, in his next commodity of hair, Sir To. And ask no other dowry with her, but send thee a beard

Vio. By iny troth, I'll tell thee, I am almost sick

for one ; though I would not have it grow on my Enter MARIA.

chin. Is thy lady within ? Mir And. Nor I peither.

Clo. Would not a pair of these have bred, sir? Fab. Here comes my noble gull-catcher.

Vio. Yes, being kept together, and put to use. Sir To. Wilt thou set thy foot o' my neck ? Clo. I would play lord Pandarus of Phrygia, sir, S.r And. Or o' mine either?

to bring a Cressida to this Troilus.

mach another jest

Vio. I understand you, sir ;.'tis well beggd. Vio. I pity you.

Clo. The matter, I hope, is not great, sir, beg- Oli. That's a degree to love. ging but a beggar; Cressida was a beggar. My Vio. No, not a grise; for 'tis a vulgar prodt, lady is within, sir. 'I will construe to them whence That very oft we pity enemies. you come ; who yon are, and what you would, are Oli. Why, then, methinks, 'tis time to smul out of my welkin: I might say, element; but the world, how apt the poor are to be proud! (again: word is over-worn.

(Exit. If one should be a prey, how much the better Vio. This fellow's wise enough to play the fool; To fall before the lion than the wolf? (Clock strikes. And, to do that well, craves a kind of wit :

The clock upbraids me with the waste of time.He must observe their mood on whom he jests, Be not afraid, good youth, I will not have yon : The quality of persons, and the time;

And yet, when wit and youth is come to harvest, And, like the haggard, check at every feather Your wife is like to reap a proper man : That comes before his eye. This is a practice, There lies your way, dae west. As full of labour as a wise man's art :


Then westwardFor folly, that he wisely shows, is fit;

Grace, and good disposition 'tend your ladyship! But wise men, folly-fallen, quite taint their wit. You'll nothing, madam, to my lord by me! Enter Sjr Toby Belch and Sir ANDREW AGUE- I prythee, tell me, what thoa think'st of me.

Oli. Stay :

Vio. That you do think, you are not what you are. Sir To. Save you, gentleman.

Oli. If I think so, I think the same of you. Vio. And you, sir.

Vio. Then think you right; I am not what I am. Sir And. Dieu vous garde, monsieur.

Oli. I would you were as I would have you be! Vio. Et vous aussi; votre serviteur.

Vio. Would it be better, madam, than I am, Sir And. I hope, sir, you are ; and I am yours. I wish it might ; for now I am your fool.

Sir To. Will you encounter the house ? my niece Oli. O, what a deal of scorn looks beautiful is desirous you should enter, if your trade be to her. In the contempt and anger of his lip!

Vio. I am bound to your niece, sir: I mean, she A murd’rous guilt shews not itself more soon is the list of my voyage.

Than love that would seem hid: love's night is nou, Sir To. Taste your legs, sir, put them to motion. Cesario, by the roses of the spring,

Vio. My legs do better understand me, sir, than By maidhood, honour, truth, and every thing, I understand what you mean by bidding me taste I love thee so, that, maugre all thy pride,

Sir To. I mean to go, sir, to enter. (my legs. Nor wit, nor reason, can my passion hide.

Vio. I will answer you with gait and entrance : Do not extort thy reasons from this clanse, but we are prevented.

For, that I woo, thou therefore hast no canse: Enter OLIVIA and MARIA.

But, rather, reason thus with reason fetter:

Love sought is good, but given unsoaght, is better. Most excellent accomplished lady, the heavens rain

Vio. By innocence I swear, and by my youth. odours ou you!

(odours! well. I have one heart, one bosom, and one truth, Sir And. That youth's a rare courtier : Rain | And that vo woman has; por never none

Vio. My matter hath no voice, lady, but to your Shall mistress be of it, save I alone. own most pregnant and vouchsafed ear.

And so adien, good madam; never more Sir And. Odours, pregnant, and vouchsafed: Will I my master's tears to you deplore. I'll get 'em all three ready. (to my hearing. Oli. Yet come agaio: for thou, perhaps, Day'st Oli. Let the garden door be shut, and leave me [Exeunt Sir Toby, Sir Andrew, and Maria. That heart, which now abhors, to like his lore.

[Escazut Give me your hand, sir. Vio. My duty, madam, and most humble service.

SCENE II.- A Room in Olivia's house. Oli. Wbat is your name?

Enter SIR TOBY BELCH, SIR ANDREW AcrkVio. Cesario is your servant's name, fair princess.

CHEEK, and FABIAN. Oli. My servant, sir ! 'Twas never merry world, Sir And. No, faith, I'll not stay a jot longer. Since lowly feigning was callid compliment:

Sir To. Thy reason, dear venom. give thy reason You are servant to the count Orsino, youth.

Fab. You must needs yield your reason, sir Au Vio. And he is yours, and bis must needs bedrew. yours;

Sir And. Marry, I saw your niece do more favours Your servant's servant is your servant, madam.

to the count's serving man, than ever she hestowed Oli. Forbim, I think not on him: for his

upon me; I saw't i'the orchard. thoughts,

(me! Sir . Did she see thee the while, old boy" tell Would they were blanks, rather than fillid with Sir And. As plain as I see you now.

Vio. Madam, I come to whet your gentle thoughts Fab. This was a great argument of love in her On his behalf: Oli.

0, by your leave, I pray you; Sir And. 'Slight! will yon make an ass o' me? I bade you never speak again of him :

Fab. I will prove it legitimate, sir, upon the cates But, would you undertake another suit,

of judgment and reason. I had rather hear you to solicit that,

Sir To. And they have been grand jurymen, since Than music from the spheres.

before Noah was a sailor. Vio.

Dear lady,

Fab. She did shew favour to the youth in your Oli. Give me leave, I beseech you: I did send, sight, only to exasperate you, to awake your dura After the last enchantment you did bere,

mouse valour, to put fire in your heart, and brin A ring in chase of you ; so did I abuse

stone in your liver: you should then have accosted Myself, my servant, and, I fear me, you:

her; and with some excellent jests, fire-bew from Under your hard construction must I sit, To force that on you, in a shameful cunning,

the mint, you should have banged the youth inte

dumbness. This was looked for at your hand, and Which you knew none of yours : what might you this was baulked: the double gilt of this opporta, Have you not set mine honour at the stake, (think? nity you let time wash off, and you are now

saile And baited it with all the uninuzzled thoughts, into the north of my lady's opinion; where you ! That tyrannous heart can think? To one of your hang like an icicle on a Dutchmau's beard, uales receiving

you do redeem it by some laudable attempt, either Enough is shown; a cyprus, not a bosom,

of valour, or policy. Hides my poor heart. so let me hear you speak. Sir And. Aod'i be any way, it must be with 13


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Ant. To-morrow, sir; best, first go see your Sir To. Why then, build me thy fortunes opon

lodging. tbe basis of valóur. Challenge me the count's youth Seb. I am not weary, and 'tis long to night; to fight with him ; hurt him in eleven places; my pray you let us satisfy our eyes biece shall take note of it; and assure thyself, there is With the memorials, and the things of fame, po love-broker in the world can more prevail in man's That do renown this city. commendation with woman, than report of valour. Ant.

Would, you'd pardon me, Fab. There is no way but this, sir Andrew. I do not without danger walk these streets : Sir And. Will either of you bear me a challenge Once, in a sea fight,'gainst the count his gallies to hin?

I did some service ; of such note, indeed, Sir To Go, write it in a martial hand; be corst That, were I ta'en here, it would scarce be answer'd Twer and brief; it is no matter how witty, so it be elo- Seb. Belike, you slew great number of his people.

gent and fall of invention : taunt him with the And. The otience is mt of such a bloody nature : lxence of ink : if thon thou'st him some thrice, it Albeit the quality of the time, and quarrel, shall not be amiss; and as many lies as will lie in Might well have given us bloody argument. thy sheet of paper, although the sheet were big It might have since been answer'd in repaying Frough for the bed of Ware iu England, set 'em What we took from them; which, for traffic's sake,

down; go, about it. Let there be gall enough in Most of our city did: only myself stood out; etky ink ; though thou write with a goose-pen, no

For which, if i'be lapsed in this place, matter : about it.

I shall pay dear. Sir And. Where shall I find you?


Do not then walk too open. Sir To. We'll call thee at the cubiculo : go. And. It doth not fit me. Hold, sir, here's my

[Exit Sir Andrew. In the south suburbs, at the Elephant, (purse; Fab. This is a dear manakin to you, sir Toby, Is best to lodge: I will bespeak our diet, Sir To. I have been dear to him, lad; some two Whiles you beguile the time, and feed your knowthousand strong, or so.

ledge, Fab. We shall have a rare letter from him: but | With viewing of the town; there shall you have me. 27 Jail Dot deliver it.

Seb. Why I your purse ? Sir To. Never trust me then; and by all means Ant. Haply, your eye shall light upon some toy stár

on the youth to an answer. I think, oxen and You have desire to purchase ; and your store, wapropes cannot hale them together. For Andrew, I think, is not for idle markets, sir.

an hour. te were opened, and you find so much blood in Seb. I'll be your purse-bearer, and leave you for his liver as will clog the foot of a flea, I'll eat the Ant. To the Elephant.


I do remember. (Exeunt. Fab. And his opposite, the youth, bears in his

SCENE IV.--Olivia's Garden.
Hisage no great presage of cruelty.

Enter MARIA.

Oli. I have sent after him: he says, he'll come;
Sir To. Look where the youngest wren of nine flow shall I feast him ? what bestow on him ?

For youth is bought more oft, thau begg'd, or borMar. If you desire the spleeu, and will laugh I speak too loud.

[row'd. yourselves into stitches, follow me : yon' gull Mal- Where is Malvolio ?-he is sad and civil, Folio is turned heathen, a very repegado; for there And suits well for a servant with my fortunes ;in Christian that means to be saved by believing Where is Malvolio? ghtly, can ever believe such impossible passages Mar.

He's coming, madam; i krossness. He's in yellow stockings.

But in strange manner. He is sure possess d. Sir To. And cross-gartered ?

Oli. Why, what's the matter? does he rave ? Bebe Mar. Most villanously; like a pedant that keeps Mar.

No, madam, in Bachool i' the church. I have dogged him, like his He does nothing but smile: your ladyship

burderer: he does obey every point of the letter Were best have guard about you, if he come
that I dropped to betray him. He does smile bis For, sure, the man is tainted in his wits.
face mto more lioes, than are in the new map, with Oli. Gó call him hither.—I'm as mad as he,
the angmentation of the Indies: you have not seen If sad and merry madness equal be.-
mark a thing as 'tis; I can hardly forbear hurling

bunge at him. I know, my lady will strike him; if
e do, he'll smile, and take't for a great favour.

How now, Malvolio? Sir To. Come, bring us, bring us where he is.

Mal. Sweet lady, ho, ho. (Smiles fantastically. ) [Exeunt.

Oli. Smil'st thou ?

I sent for thee upon a sad occasion.
SCENE III.--A Street.

Mal. Sad, lady? I could be sad : this does make

some obstruction in the blood, this cross-gartering : Seb. I would not, by my will, have troubled you ; but what of that, if it please the eye of one, it is Bat , since you make your pleasure of your pains, with me as the very true sonnet is: Please one, and

please all. Ant. I could not stay behind yon; my desire, Oli. Why, how dost thou, man? what is the matter Mure sharp than filed steel, did spur me forth;

with thee?" And out all love to see you, (though so much,

Mal. Not black in my mind, though yellow in As ought have drawn one to a longer voyage,) my legs: it did come to his hands, and commands But jealousy what might befal your travel,

shall be executed. I think, we de know the sweet Being skilless in these parts; which to a stranger,

Roman hand. Counded, and unfriended, often prove

Oli. Wilt thou go to bed, Malvolio? Ito thee. Ruuzh and unhospitable : 'my willing love,

Mal. To bed? ay, sweetheart; and I'll come The rather by these arguments of fear,

Oli. God comfort thee! Why dost thou smile so,

and kiss thy hand so oft? My kind Antonio,

Mar. How do


Malvolio? I can no other answer make, but, thanks,

Mal. At your request? Yes; nightingales anAnd thanks, and ever thanks. Often good turns

swer daws. Are sboiled off with such upcurrent pay:

Mar. Why appear you with this ridiculous bold. Bat, were my worth, as is my conscience, firm, ness before my lady? You should find better dealing. What's to do? Mal. Be not afraid of greatness :-'twas well writ.

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I will no further chide you.

Ste forth in your pursuit.


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