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Oli. What meanest thou by that, Malvolio ?

Mal. Sir? Mal. Some are born great,

Sir To. Ay, Biddy, come with me. What, vian! Oli. Ha ?

'tis not for gravity to play at cherry-pit with Satan : Mal. Some achieve greatness,

Hang him, foul collier! Oli. What say'st thou ?

Mar. Get him to say his prayers; good sir Toby, Mal. And some have greatness thrust upon them. get him to pray. Oli. Heaven restore thee!

Mal. My prayers, mins ?

[ liness Mal. Remember who commended thy, yellow Mar. No, I warrant you, he will not hear of god. Oli. Thy yellow stockings ? [ stockings :- Mal. Go, hang yourselves all! you are idle shal Mal. And wished to see thee cross-gartered. low things:

of your element; you shal Oli. Cross-gartered? [80;- know more hereafter.

Erit. Mal. Go to; thou art made, if thou desirest to be Sir To. Is't possible? Oli. Am I made?

Fab. If this were played upon a stage now, I Mal. If not, let me see thee a servant still. could condemn it as an improbable fiction. Oli. Why, this is very midsummer madness. Sir To. His very genius hath taken the infection Enter Servant.

of the device, man. Ser. Madam, the young gentleman of the count

Mar. Nay, pursue him now; lest the device take

air, and taint. Orsino's is retnrned; I could hardly entreat him back: he attends your ladysbip's pleasure.

Fab. Why, we shall make him mad, indeed. Oli. I'll come to him. (Exit Servant.] Good

Mar. The house will be the quieter. Maria, let this fellow be looked to. Where's my and bound. My niece is already in the belief, that

Sir To. Come, we'll have him in a dark room, cousin Toby? Let some of my people have a special care of him; I would not have him miscarry for the be is mad; we may carry it thus, for our pleasure, half of my dowry.

and his penance, till our very pastime, tired out of (Exeunt Olivia and Maria. time,

we will bring the device to the bar, and crowa

breath, prompt us to have mercy ou him: at which Mu. Oh, oh! do you come near me now? no

thee for a finder of madmen. But see, but see. worse man than sir Toby to look to me? This concurs directly with the letter: she sends him on


Fab. More matter for a May morning. parpose, that I may appear stubborn to him ; for she incites me to that in the letter. Cast thy humble

Sir And. Here's the challenge, read it; I waslough, says she ;-be opposite with a kinsman,

rant, there's vinegar and pepper iu't. surly with servants,-let thy tongue tang argu

Fab. Is't so saucy? ments of state,-put thyself into the trick of sin

Sir And. Ay, is it, I warrant him: do but read. gularity ;- -and, consequently, sets down the man

Sir To. Give me. (Reads) Youth, whatsoever ner how; as, a sad face, a reverend carriage, a slow thou art, thou art but a scurvy fellow

Fab. Good and valiant. tongue, in the habit of some sir of note, and so forth. I have limed her; but it is Jove's doing, and Jove why I do call thee 80, for I will shew thee no reason

Sir To. Wonder not, nor admire not in thy mind, make me thankful! And, when she went away now, Let this fellow be looked to: Fellow! not Malvolio,

for't. nor after my degree, but fellow. Why, every thing of the law.

Fab. A good nute : that keeps you from the blow adheres together; that no dram of a scraple, no scruple of a scruple, no obstacle, no incredulous

Sir To. Thou comest to the lady Olivia, and in or unsafe circumstance,-What can be said? No my siyht she uses thee kindly: but thou liest in thy thing, that

can be, can come between me and the full throat, that is not the matter I challenge thee for. prospect of my hopes. Well, Jove, not I, is the doer

Fab. Very brief, and exceeding good sense less of this, and he is to be thanked.

Sir To. I will way-lay thee going home ; schere

if it be thy chance to kill me, Re-enter MARIA, with Sir Toby Belch and Fab. Good. FABIAN.

Sir To. Thou killest me like a rogue and a villais. Sir To. Which way is he, in the name of sanc- Fab. Still you keep o'the windy side of the law a tity? If all the devils'in bell be drawn in little, and good. Legion himself possessed him, yet I'll speak to him. Sir To. Fare thee well; and God huve mere

Fab. Flere he is, here he is :-How is't with you, upon one of our souls! He may have mercy upan sir ? how is't with you, man?

mine ; but my hope is better, and so look to thyself. Mal. Go off; I discard you ; let me enjoy my pri- Thy friend, as thou usest him, and thy seren vate ; go off.


ANDREW AGUE-CHEEK. Mar. Lo, how hollow the fiend speaks within Sir To. If this letter move bim not, bis legs bim! did not I tell you ?-Sir Toby, my lady prays cannot : I'll give't him. you to have a care of him.

Mar. You may have very fit occasion for't; he is Mal. Ah, ah ! does she so?

now in some coinmerce with my lady, and will by Sir To. Go to, go to; peace, peace, we must deal and by depart. gently with himn; let me alone.—How do you, Mal. Sir To. Go, Sir Andrew; scout me for hin at the volio? how is't with you? What, man! defy the corner of the orchard, like a bum-bailiff: 80 sece de vil: consider, he's an enemy to mankind. as ever thou seest bim, draw; and, as thou drawest, Mal. Do you know what you say?

swear borrible ; for it comes to pass oft, that a ter Mar. La you, an you speak

ill of the devil, how he rible oath, with a swaggering accent sharply twanged takes it at heart? Pray God, he be not bewitched! off, gives manhood more approbation than ever

Fab. Carry his water to the wise woman. proof itself would have earned him. Away.

Mar. Marry, and it shall be done to-morrow Sir And. Nay, let me alope for swearing (Erl. morning, if I live. My lady would not lose him for Sir To. Now will not I deliver his letter: for the more than I'll say.

behaviour of the young gentleman gives him out to Mal. How now, mistress?

be of good capacity and breeding; his employment Mur. O lord !

between his ford and my niece confirms no less Sir To. Pr’ythee, hold thy peace; this is not the therefore this letter, being so excellently ignorant, way: do you not see, you move him? let me alone will breed no terror in the youth, he will find it with him.

comes from a clodpole. But, sir, I will deliver his Fab. No way but gentleness ; gently, gently: the challenge by word of mouth; set upon Ague check fiend is rough, and will not be roughly used. a notable report of valour ; and drive the gentleman

, Sir Tu. Why, how wow, my bawcock? how dost (as, I know, his youth will

aptly receive it,) into a (thou, chuck? | must hideous opinion of his rage, skill, fury, and in

hurt you.

petrosity. This will so fright them both, that they possibly have found in any part of Illyria : will #ul will one another by the look, like cockatrices. you walk towards him? I will make your peace

with him, if I can. Enter OLIVIA and VIOLA.

Vio. I shall be much bound to you for't: I am Fab. Here he comes with your niece: give them

one, that would rather go with sir priest, than sir wav, till be take leave, and presently after him. knight : I care not who knows so much_of my Sir To. I will meditate the while upon some horrid mettle.

(Excunt. message for a challenge.

Re-enter Sir Toby, with Sir ANDREW. [Exeunt Sir To. Fab. 8 Mar. Oli. I have said too much unto a heart of stone, Sir To. Why, man, he's a very devil ; I have not 1 od laid mide honour too unchary out:

seen such a virago. I had a pass with him, rapier, There's something in me, that reproves my fault;

scabbard, and all, and he gives me the stuck-in with Hat soch a headstrong potent fault it is,

such a mortal motion, that it is inevitable; and on Taat it bat mocks re proof.

[hears, the answer, he pays you as surely as your feet hit Vio. With the same 'haviour that your passion the ground they step on: they say, he has becu Go on my master's griefs.

fencer to the Sophy. Ol. Here, wear this jewel for me, 'tis my picture ;

Sir And. Pos on't, I'll not meddle with him. Retuse it not, it hath no tongue to vex you :

Sir To. Ay, but he will not now be pacified · And, I beseech you, come again to-morrow.

Fabian can scarce hold him yonder. What shall you ask of me, that I'll deny;

Sir And. Plague on't ; an I thought he had been ihat honour, sav'd, may upon asking give? [ter. yaliant, and so cuoning in fence, I'd have seen him 5. Nothing but this, your true love for my mas

damned ere I'd have challenged him. Let him let the 01. How with mine honour may I give him that,

matter slip, and I'll give him my horse, grey Capilet. Which I have given to you?

Sir To. I'll make the motion : stand here, make Vio I will acqnit you !

a good show on't; this shall end without the perdi0.1. Well, come again to-morrow. Fare thee well: tion of souls : marry, I'll ride your horse as well as A feod, like thee, might bear my soul to hell. [Exit. I ride you.

(Aside.) Re-enter Sir Toby BELch and FABIAN.

Re-enter FABIAN and VIOLA. 8- To. Gentleman, God save thee.

I have his horse (to Fab.) to take up the quarrel ; 112 And you, sir.

I have persuaded him the youth's a devil. Sir To. That defence thou hast, betake thee to't: Fab. He is as horribly conceited of him ; and of what nature the wrongs are thou hast done him, pants, and looks pale, as if a bear were at his heels. I ) not; but thy intercepter, full of despight,

Sir To. There's no remedy, sir; he will fight with Leady as the bunter, attends thee at the orchard you for his oath's sake: marry, he hath better befac dismonpt thy tuck, be yare in thy preparation, thought him of his quarrel, and he finds that dow beplay assailant is quick, skiltul, and deadly. scarce to be worth talking of: therefore draw, for

m. You mistake, sir; I am sure, no man hath the supportance of his vow; he protests, he will not any quarrel to me; my reinembrance is very free Inicie ar from any image of otfence done to

Vio. Pray God defend me! A little thing would for To. You'll find it otherwise, I assure you :

make me tell them how much I lack of a man. (Aside.) berefixe, if you hold your life at any price, betake

Fab. Give ground, if you see him furions. to your guard; for your opposite hath in bim

Sir To. Come, sir Andrew, there's no remedy ; at youth, strength, skill, and wrath, can furnish the gentleman will, for his honour's sake, have one Sw. I pray you, sir, what is he? (man withal. bout with you ; he cannot by the duello avoid it : for To. tie is knight, dubbed with unhacked but he has promised me, as he is a gentleman and a far, and on carpet consideration ; but he is a soldier, he will not hurt you. Come on : to't. bilio private brawl; souls and bodies hath he Sir And. Pray God, he keep his oath. (Draws.) I vored three ; and his incensement at this moment

Enter ANTONIO. * *) implacable, that satisfaction can be none but ang3 of death and sepulchre : hob, nob, is his

Vio. I do assure you 'tis against my will. (Draws.) Antigvet, or take't.

Ant. Put up your sword ;-if this young gentlebro. I will return again into the house, and desire

Have done offence, I take the fault on me; (man 5 conduct of the lady. I am no fighter. I have

If you offend him, I for him defy yon. (Drawing.) art of some kind of men, that put quarrels pur

Sir To. You sir? why, what are you? seiy on others, to taste their valour: belike this

Ant. One, sir, that for his love dares yet do more a man of that quirk.

Than you have heard him brag to you he will. Su To. Sir, no; his indiguation derives itself ont

Sir To. Nay, if you be an undertaker, I am for (a very competent injury, therefore, get you on,


(Draws.) od zive him his desire. 'Back you shall not to the

Enter two Officers. (ficers. une, unless you undertake that with me, which Fab. O good sir Toby, hold; here come the of

* as much safety you might answer him: there. Sir To. I'll be with you anon. (To Antonio.) Ne, on, or strip your sword stark vaked; for meddle Vio. Pray, sir, put up your sword, if you please. must, that's certain, or forswear to wear iron

(To Sir Andrew.)

Sir And. Marry, will I, sir ;-and, for that I tzw. This is as uncivil, as strange. I beseech you, promised you, Pll be as good as my word: he tove this courteous office, as to know of the knight will bear you easily, and reins well. but my offeoce to him is; it is something of my 1 off. This is the man; do thy oflice. **nce, nothing of my purpose.

2 Off. Antonio, I arrest thee at the suit Sr To. I will do so.-Signior Fabian, stay you Of count Orsino. is potleman till my return. (Exit Sir Toby. Ant.

You do mistake me, sir. 119. Pray you, sir, do you know of this matter? 1 off. No, sir, no jot; I know your favour well, Fab. I know, the knight is incensed against yon, Though now you have no sea-cap on your head. Po to a mortal arbitrement; but nothing of the Take him away; he knows, I know him well. "stance more.

Ant. I must obey. This comes with seeking you ; Ten. I beseech you, what manner of man is he? But there's no remedy; I shall answer it. Fazb. Nothing of that wonderful promise, to read What will you do? Now my necessity o by his form, as you are like to find him in the Makes me to ask you for my purse : it grieves mo sy of his valoar.' He is, indeed, sir, the most Much more, for what I cannot do for you, bfal, bloody, and fatal opposite, that you could | Than what befals myself. You stand amaz’d:

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for you.

But be of coinfort.

Clo. Vent my folly! he has heard that word of 2 of. Come, sir, away.

some great man, and now applies it to a fool. Vest Ant. I must entreat of you some of that money. my folly! I am afraid this great lubber, the world, Vio. What money, sir?

will prove a cockney.-I prythee now, uogird thy For the fair kindness you have show'd me here, strangeness, and tell me what I shall vent to my And, part, being prompted by your present trouble, lady: shall I vent to her, that thou art coming? Out of my lean and low ability

Seb. I pr’ythee, foolish Greek, depart from me ; I'll lend you something : my having is not much ; There's money for thee; if you tarry longer, I'll make division of my present with you :

I shall give worse payment. Hold, there is half my coffer.

Clo. By my troth, thou hast an open hand :Ant.

Will you deny me now? | These wise men, that give fools money, get themIs't possible, that my deserts to you

selves a good report after fourteen years purchase

. Can lack persuasion? Do not tempt my misery, Enter Sir ANDREW, Sir Toby, and FABIAN. Lest that it make me so unsound a man,

Sir And. Now, sir, have I met you again ? there's As to upbraid you with those kindnesses

(Striking Sebastian That I have done for you.

Seb. Why, there's for thee, and there, and there Vio.

I know of none; are all the people ruad ? (Beating Sir Andreu Nor know I you by voice, or any feature :

Sir To. Hold, sir, or I'll throw your dagger der I hate ingratitude more in a man,

the house. Than lying, vainness, babbling, drunkenness,

Clo. This will I tell my lady straight : I wonld Brit Or any taint of vice, whose strong corruption be in some of your coats for two-pence. (Exit. Cla Inhabits our frail blood.

Sir To. Come on, sir; hold. (Holding Sebastian Ant.

O heavens themselves! Sir And. Nay, let him alone, I'll go another way 2 Off. Come, sir, I pray you, go. [see here, to work with him ; I'll have an action of battery

Ant. Let me speak a little. This youth, that you against him, if there be any law ip Illyria: theagi I snatch'd one half out of the jaws of death; I struck him first, yet it's no matter for that. Reliev'd him with snch sanctity of love,

Seb. Let go thy hand. And to his image, which, methought, did promise Sir To. Come sir, I will not let you go. Com Most venerable worth, did I devotion. [away. my young soldier, put ap your iron : you are well 1 Off. What's that to us? The time goes by ; fleshed; come on.

(thou non Ant. But, O, how vile an idol proves this god S- Seb. 'I will be free from thee. What wouldet Thou hast, Sebastian, done good feature shame.- If thou dar’st tempt me further, draw thy sword In nature there's no blemish, but the mind;

(Draus. None can be call'd deform'd, but the unkind :

Sir To. What, what? Nay, then I mast have 23 Virtue is beauty ; but the beauteous-evil

ounce or two of this malapert blood from you. Are empty trunks, o'erflourish'd by the devil.

Enter OLIVIA. 1 of The man grows mad; away with him.

(Dract Come, come, sir.

Oli. Hold, Toby; on thy life, I charge thee, het Ant. Lead me on. (Exeunt Officers with Antonio. Sir 70. Madam?

Vio. Methinks, his words do from such passion Oli. Will it be ever thus ? Ungracious wretch, That he believes himself; so do not I. (fly, Fit for the mountains, and the barbarous caves, Prove true, imagination, 0, prove true,

Where manuers ne'er were preach'd ! out of my That I, dear brother, be now ta'en for you!

Be not offended, dear Cesario! Sir To. Come hither, knight; come hither, Fa- Rudesby, be gone !--I prythee, gentle friend, bian: we'll whisper o'ei a couplet or two of most (Exeunt Sir Toby, Sir Andrew, and Fabien sage saws.

Let thy fair wisdom, not thy passion, sway
Vio. He nam'd Sebastian; I my brother know

In this uncivil and upjust extent
Yet living in my glass; even such and so,
In favoar was my brother; and he went

Against thy peace. Go with me to my house ; Still in this fashion, colour, ornament,

And hear thou there how many fruitless prants For him I imitate : 0, if it prove,

This ruffian hath botch'd up, that thou thereby

May'st smile at this: thou shalt pot choose bat e Tempests are kind, and salt waves fresh in love!

Do not deny: beshrew his soul for me,

(Exit. Sir To. A very dishonest paltry boy, and more a

He started one poor heart of mine in thee.

Seb. What relish is in this ? how runs the stream coward than a hare : his dishonesty appears, in Or I am mad, or else this is a dream :leaving his friend here in necessity, and denying Let fancy still my sense in Lethe steep; him; and for his cowardship, ask Fabian. (in it

. If it be thus to dream, still let me sleep..
Fab. A coward, a most devout coward, religious
Sir And. 'Slid, I'll after bim again, and beat him.

Oli. Nay, come, I pr’ythee : 'would thou'dst be
Seb. Madam, I will.

(rald by me Sir To. Do, cufl ' him soundly, but never draw


O, say so, and so be! (Excret thy sword. Sir And. An I do not,

(Exit. SCENE II. A Room in Olivia's House. Fab. Come, let's see the event.

Enter MARIA and Clown. Sir To. I dare lay any money, 'twill be nothing yet.


Mar. Nay, I pr’ythee, put on this gown, and that beard;

make him believe thon art sir Topas the ACT IV.

curate; do it quickly : I'll call sir Toby the whilst SCENE I.— The Street before Olivia's House. Enter SEBASTIAN and Clown.

Clo. Well, I'll put it on, and I will dissenbe Clo. Will make me believe, that I am not myself in't; and I would I were the first that eve sent for you?

dissembled in such a gowo. I am not fat eport 1 Seb. Go to, go to, thou art a foolish fellow; to become the function well; nor lean enough to Let me be clear of thee.

be thought a good student: but to be said, an be Clo. Well held out, i'faith! No, I do not know nest man, and a good housekeeper, goes as fairls, you; nor I am not sent to you by my lady, to bid as to say, a carefal man, and a great scholar. Tyou come speak with her; nor your name is not competitors enter. inaster Cesario; nor this is not my nose neither. Nothing, that is so, is so.

Enter Sir TOBY BELCH and MARIA. Seb. I prythee, vent thy folly somewhere else ; Sir To. Jove bless thee, master parson. Thou know'st pot me.

Clo. Bonos dies, Sir Toby; for as the old heraut

(Érit Mans


And anon,

of Prague, that never saw pep and ink, very wittily Clo. Advise you what you say į the minister is said to a niece of king Gorboduc, That, that is, is: here.-Malvolio, Malvolio, thy wits the heavens so I, being master parson, am master parson : for restore endeavour thyself to sleep, and leave thy wbat is that, but that? and is, but is?

Mal. Sir Topas,

(vain bibble babble. Sir To. To him, sir Topas.

Clo. Maintain no words with him, good fellowClo. What, hoa, I say,—Peace in this prison ! Who, I, sir? not I, sir. God b'wi' you, good sir Sir To. The kpave counterfeits well; a good knave. Topas - Marry, amen.--I will, sir, I will, Mal. (in an inner chamber.) Who calls there? Mal. Fool, fool, fool, I say Clo. Sir Topas, the curate, who comes to visit Clo. Alas, sir, be patient. What say you, sir? I Malvolio the lunatic.

(my lady. am sbent for speaking to you. Mal. Sir Topas, sir Topas, good Sir Topas, go to Mal. Good fool, help me to some light, and Clo. Out, hyperbolical fiend ! how vexest thou some paper; I tell thee, I am as well in my wits as this man? talkest thou nothing but of ladies ? any man in Illyria. Sir To. Well said, master parson.

Clo. Well-a-day,--that you were, sir! Mal. Sir Topas, never was man thus wronged : Mal. By this hand, I am: good fool, some ink, good sir Topas, do not think I am mad; they have paper, and light, and convey what I will set down Laid me here in hideous darkness.

to my lady; it shall advantage thee more than ever Clo. Fye, thou dishonest Sathan! I call thee by the bearing of letter did. the most modest terms; for I am one of those Clo. I will help you to't. But tell me true, are pentie obes, that will use the devil himself with you not mad indeed? or do you but counterfeit? courtesy : say'st thou, that house is dark ?

Mal. Believe me, I am not; I tell thee true. Mal. As hell, sir Topas.

Clo. Nay, I'll ne'er believe a madman, till I see Clo. Why, it hath bay-windows, transparent as his brains. I will fetch you light, and paper, and ink. barricadoes, and the clear stones towards the Fal. Fool. I'll requite it in the highest degree : south-north are as lustrous as ebony; and yet I prythee, be gone. complainest thou of obstruction?

Clo. Mal. I am not mad, sir Topas ; I say to you,

I am gone, sir, this bouse is dark.

sir, Clo. Madman, thou errest : I say, there is no

Ill be with you again,

In a trice, darkness, but ignorance; in which thou art more

Like to the old vice, puzzled, than the Egyptians in their fog.

Your need to sustain; Mal. I say, this house is as dark as ignorance, theagh ignorance were as dark as hell; and I say,

Who with dagger of lath, there was never man thus abused : I am no more

In his rage and his wrath, mad than you are ; make the trial of it in any con

Cries ah, ha! to the devil: stant question.

Like a mad lad, Clo. What is the opinion of Pythagoras, con

Pare thy nails, dad, Crning wild-fowl ?

inbabit a bird.

Adieu, goodman drivel. (Exit, Mal. That the soul of our grandam right haply ('. What thiokest thou of his opinion?

SCENE IJI.-Olivia's Garden. Mal. I think nobly of the soul, and no way ap

Enter SEBASTIAN. prove bis opinion. Clo. Fare thee well : remain thou still in dark- This pearl she gave me, I do feel't, and see't:

Seb. This is the air; that is the glorious sun tess: thou shalt hoid the opinion of Pythagoras, And though 'tis wonder that enwraps me thus, ere I will allow of thy wits; and fear to kill a woodcock, lest thou dispossess the soul of thy I could not find him at the Elepbant ;

Yet 'tis not madness. Where's Autonio then ? fundam. Fare thee well. Mal. Sir Topas, sir Topas !

Yet there he was; and there I found this credit, Sir To. My most exquisite sir Topas !

That he did range the town to seek me out. Clo. Nay, I am for all waters.

His counsel now might do me golden service: Mar. Thou might'st have done this without thy That this may be some error, but no madness,

For though my soul disputes well with my sense, beard, and gown, he sees thee not. Sir To. To him in thine own voice, and bring so far exceed all instance, all discourse,

Yet doth this accident and flood of fortune De word how thou findest him : I would we were well rid of this knavery. If he may be convenient

That I am ready to distrust mine eyes, by delivered, I would he were; for I am now so

And wrangle with my reason, that persuades me tar in offence with my niece, that I cannot pursue

To any other trust, but that I am mad, sitt any safety this sport to the upshot. Come by She could not sway her house, command ber fol.

Or else the lady's mad; yet, if 'twere so,, flowers, eard by to any chamber. (Exeunt Sir Toby and Maria. Cio. Hey Robin, jolly Robin,

Take, and give back, affairs, and their despatch, Tell me how thy lady does. (Singing.)

With such a smooth, discreet, and stable bearing, Mal. Fool,

As, I perceive, she does : there's something in 't, Clo. My lady is unkind, perdy.

That is deceivable. But here comes the lady. Mal Fool,

Enter Olivia and a Priest.
Co. Alas, why is she so ?
Mal. Fool, I say ;

Oli. Blame not this haste of mine : if you mean Co. She loves another-Who calls, ha ? Now go with me, and with this holy man, Lwell, Hal. Good fool, as ever thou wilt deserve well Into the chantry by : there, before him,

my band, help me to a candle, and pen, ink, and And underneath that consecrated root, ?: as I am a gentleman, I will live to be thank- Plight me the full assurance of your faith; Cio. Master Malvolio !

(ful to thee for't. That my most jealous and too doubtful soul Vah. Ay, good fool.

May live at peace : he shall conceal it, Cia, Alas, sir, how fell you besides your five wits ? Whiles you are willing it shall come to note ; Mal. Fool, there was never man so notoriously What time we will our celebration keep ats sed: I am as well in my wits, fool, as thou art. According to my birth.—What do you say ? Cla. Bat as well ? then you are mad, indeed, if Seb. I'll follow this good man, and go be no hetter in your wits than a fool.

And, having sworn truth, ever will be true. Mal. They have here propertied me; keep, me Oli. Theo lead the way, good father ;--And => darkness, send ministers to me, asses, and do

heavens so shine, all they can to face me out of my witg.

That they may fairly note this act of mine! (Eseunt

'with you; ACT V.

Orsino's enemy. A witchcraft drew me hither;

That most ungratefal boy there, by your side, Scene I.–The Street before Olivia's house.

From the rude sea's enrag'd and foamy mouth
Enter Clown and FABIAN.

Did I redeem; a wreck past hope he was;
Frh. Now, as thou lovest me, let me see his letter. His life I gave him, and did thereto add
Clo.Good master Fabian, grant me another request. My love, without retention, or restraint,
Fab. Any thing,

All his in dedication : for his sake,
Clo. Do not desire to see this letter.

Did I expose myself, pure for his love, Fab. That is, to give a dog, and, in recompense, Into the danger of this adverse town; desire my dog again.

Drew to defend him, when he was beset;

Where being apprehended, his false cunning
Enter Duke, VIOLA, and Attendants.

(Not meaning to partake with me in danger) Duke. Belong you to the lady Olivia, friends ? l'aught him to face me out of his acqnaintance, Clo. Ay, sir; we are some of lier trappings. And grew a twenty-years-removed thing,

Duke. I know thee well : how dost thou, my While one would wink; denied me mine own pax, good fellow ?

(worse for my friends. Which I had recommended to his ase Clo. Truly, sir, the better for my foes, and the Not half an hour before. Duke. Just the contrary; the better for thy friends. Vio.

How can this be ? Clo. No, sir, the worse.

Duke. When came he to this town? [fore, Duke. How can that be?

Ant. To-day, my lord, and for three months be Clo. Marry, sir, they praise me, and make an ass (No interim, not a minute's vacancy,) of me ; now, my foes tell me plainly I am an ass : Both day and night did we keep company. so that by my foes, sir, I profit in the knowledge of myself; and by my friends I am abused : so that,

Enter Olivia and Attendants. conclusions to be as kisses, if your tour negatives Duke. Here comes the countess; now heaven make your two affirmatives, why, then the worse

walks on earth. for my friends, and the better for my foes.

But for thee, fellow, fellow, thy words are madness: Duke. Whý, this is excellent.

Three months this youth bath tended upon me; Clo. By my troth, sir, no; though it please yon But more of that apon. Take him aside. to be one of my friends.

(there's gold. Oli. What would my lord, but that he may not Duke. Thou shalt not be the worse for ine Wherein Olivia may seem serviceable ? — (have.

Clo. But that it would be double-dealing, sir, 1 Cesario, you do not keep promise with me. would you could make it another.

Vio. Madam! Duke. O, you give me ill counsel.

Duke. Gracious Olivia,

slord, Clo. Put your grace in your pocket, sir, for this Oli. What do you say, Cesario ?-Good my once, and let your flesh and blood obey it.

Vio. My lord would speak, my duty hushes me Duke. Well, I will be so much a sinner to be a Oli. Ir it be aught to the old tune, my lord, double dealer, there's another.

It is as fat and fulsome to mine ear Clo. Primo, secundo, tertio, is a good play; and As howling after music. the old saying is, the third pays for all: the triplex, Duke.

Still so cruel ? sir, is a good tripping measure; or the bells of St. Oli. Still so constant, lord. Bendet, sir, may put you in mind; One, two, three. Duke. What! to perverseness? you uncivil lady,

Duke. You can fool no more inoney out of me To whose ingrate and unauspicious altars at this throw : if you will let your lady know, I am My soul the faithfull'st offerings hath breath'd cat, here to speak with her, and bring her along with That e'er devotion tender'd! What shall I do? you, it may awake my bounty further.

Oli. Even what it please my lord, that shall Clo. Marry, sir, lullaby to your bounty, till I

become him. come again. 1 go, sir; but I would not have you Duke. Why should I not, had I the heart to do it. to think, that my desire of having is the sia of Like to the Egyptian thief, at point of death, covetousness : bat, as you say, sir, let your bounty Kill what I love; a savage jealousy, take a nap, I will awake it anon. [Exit Clown. That sometimes savours nobly?-Bat hear me this Enter ANTONIO and Officers.

Since you to non-regardance cast my faith,

And that I partly know the instrument Vio. Here comes the man, sir, that did rescue me. That screws me from my true place in your favour,

Duke. That face of his I do remember well; Live you, the marble-breasted tyrant, still; Yet, when I saw it last, it was besmear'd

But this your minion, whom, I know, you love, As black as Vulcan, in the smoke of war:

And whom, by heaven I swear, I tender dearly A bawbling vessel was he captain of,

Him will I tear out of that cruei eye, For shallow draught, and bulk, unprizable; Where he sits crowned in his master's spite.With which such scathful grapple did he make Come, boy, with me; my thoughts are ripe io mis With the most noble bottom of our fleet,

I'll sacrifice the lamb that I do love, That very envy, and the tongue of loss,

To spite a raven's heart within a dove. (Going Cry'd fame and honour on him.-What's the matter? Vio. And I, most jocond, apt, and willingly, 1 of. Orsino, this is that Antonio,

To do you rest, a thousand deaths would die That took the Phænix, and her fraught, from Candy;

(Follocan And this is he, that did the Tiger board,

Oli. Where goes Cesario ? When your young nephew Titus lost his leg :


After him I love Here in the streets, desperate of shame, and state, More than I love these eyes, more than my life, lo private brabble did we apprehend him.

More, by all mores, than e'er I shall love wife : Vio. He did me kindness, sir; drew on my side ; If I do feign, you witnesses above, But, in conclusion, put strange speech apod me, Punish my life, for tainting of my love! I know not what 'twas, but distraction.

Oli. Ah me, detested! how am I beguild! Duke. Notable pirate! thou salt-water thief! Vio. Who does beguile you? who does do you What foolish boldness brought thee to their mercies, wrong? Whom thou, in terms so bloody, and so dear, Oli. Hast thou forget thyself? Is it so longHast made thine enemies ?

Call forth the holy father. [Exit an Attendere Ant. Orsino, noble sir,


Come away. (To Fiola Be pleas'd that I shake off these names you give me; Oli. Whither, my lord ? Cesario, husband, stay Antonio dever yet was thief, or pirate,

Duke. Husband? Though, I confess, on base and ground enough, Oli.

Ay, hushand; cap he that deoy:

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