ter a demure travel of regard,-telling them, I know my place, as I would they should do theirs,-to ask for my kinfman Toby :— Sir To. Bolts and fhackles ! Fab. O, peace, peace, peace! now, now. Mal. Seven of my people, with an obedient start, make out for him: I frown the while; and, perchance, wind up my watch, or play with fome rich jewel. Toby approaches; curtfies there to me: Sir To. Shall this fellow live? Fab. Though our filence be drawn from us with cars, yet peace. Mal. I extend my hand to him thus, quenching my familiar fmile with an auftere regard of controul: Sir To. And does not Toby take you a blow o'the lips then? Mal. Saying, Coufin Toby, my fortunes having caft me on your neice, give me this prerogative of Speech; Sir To. What, What? Mal. You must amend your drunkenness. Sir To. Out, fcab! Fab. Nay, patience, or we break the finews of our plot. Mal. Befides, you waste the treasure of your time with a foolish knight; Sir And. That's me, I warrant you. Mal. One Sir Andrew ; Sir And. I knew 'twas I; for many do call me fool. Mal. What employment have we here? [Taking up the letter. Fab. Now is the woodcock near the gin. Sir To. Oh peace! and the fpirit of humours intimate reading aloud to him! A with cars,]-though it be painful for us to keep filence. by the ears, carts, cables. Mal. Mal. By my life, this is my lady's hand: these be her very C's, her U's, and her T's; and thus makes she her great P's. It is, in contempt of question, her hand. Sir And. Her C's, her U's, and her T's: Why that? Mal. To the unknown belov'd, this, and my good wishes: her very phrases!-By your leave, wax.-Soft! and the impreffure her Lucrece, with which fhe uses to feal: 'tis my lady: To whom should this be? Fab. This wins him, liver and all. But who? Lips do not move, No man must know. No man must know.-What follows? the numbers alter'd! г Sir To. Marry, hang thee, brock! Mal. I may command, where I adore: But filence, like a Lucrece knife, M. O. A. I. doth fway my life. Fab. A fuftian riddle! Sir To. Excellent wench, fay I. Mal. M. O. A. I. doth fway my life.-Nay, but first, let me fee, let me fee,-let me fee. Fab. What a dish of poison has she dressed him! Sir To. And with what wing the 'ftannyel checks at it! Mal. I may command where I adore. Why, fhe may command me; I ferve her, fhe is my lady. Why, this is evident to any formal capacity. There is no obstruction in this; And the end;-What should that alphabetical pofition portend? if I could make that refemble fomething in me,-Softly;-M. O. A. I. Sir To. O, ay! make up that: he is now at a cold scent. Fab. Sowter will cry upon't, for all this, though it be as rank as a fox. Mal. M,-Malvolio; -M,-why, that begins my name. Fab. Did not I fay, he would work it out? the cur is excellent at faults. W Mal. M,-But then there is no confonancy in the fequel; that fuffers under probation: A fhould follow, but O does. Fab. And O fhall end, I hope. Sir To. Ay, or I'll cudgel him, and make him cry, O. Mal. And then I comes behind. Fab. Ay, an you had an eye behind you, you might fee more detraction at your heels, than fortunes before you. Mal. M. O. A. I.-This fimilation is not as the former :-and yet, to crush this a little, it would bow to me, for every one of these letters is in my name. Soft; here follows profe.- -If this fall into thy band, revolve. In my ftars I am above thee; but be not afraid of greatness: Some are born great, fome atchieve greatness, and fome have greatnefs thrust upon them. Thy fates open their hands; let thy blood and Spirit embrace them. And, to inure thyself to what thou art like to be, caft thy humble flough, and appear fresh. Be oppofite with a kinfman, furly with fervants: let thy tongue tang arguments of state; put thyself into the trick of fingularity: She thus advifes thee, that fighs for thee. Remember who commended thy yellow ftockings; and wifh'd to " Sowter will cry upon't, for all this, though it be as rank as a fox.] -This bafe hound will open upon the queft, though it be as rank as a fox, and to be followed by any other dog without a cry. though it be not as rank. wfuffers under probation :]-fails in the trial. x And O fhall end,]-a halter-a figh of difappointment. Y fimilation]-likenefs, refemblance-fimulation. 2 let thy tongue tang arguments of ftate ;]-ring with-let thy difcourfe be chiefly confin'd to political topicks. VOL. II. LI Jee с fee thee ever cross-garter'd: I fay, remember. Go to; thou Sir To. I could marry this wench for this device; Sir To. And afk no other dowry with her, but fuch another jeft. Enter Maria. Sir And. Nor I neither. cross-garter'd:]-like a puritan-garters were formerly very rich, and worn below the knee. love. fortunate-unhappy.]-fortunate in her poffeffions, but unhappy in her point-de-vice,]-exactly, to a tittle. с Fab. Fab. Here comes my noble gull-catcher. Sir To. Wilt thou fet thy foot o'my neck? Sir To. Shall I play my freedom at tray-trip, and be come thy bond-slave? Sir And. I'faith, or I either? Sir To. Why, thou haft put him in such a dream, that, when the image of it leaves him, he muft run mad. Mar. Nay, but fay true, does it work upon him? Sir To. Like aqua-vitæ with a midwife. Mar. If you will then fee the fruits of the fport, mark his first approach before my lady: he will come to her in yellow ftockings, and 'tis a colour fhe abhors; and crossgarter'd, a fashion she detefts; and he will fmile upon her, which will now be fo unfuitable to her difpofition, being addicted to a melancholy as fhe is, that it cannot but turn him into a notable contempt: if you will fee it, follow me. Sir To. To the gates of Tartar, thou most excellent devil of wit! Sir And. I'll make one too. [Exeunt. ACT III. SCENE I. f Olivia's Garden. Enter Viola, and Clown. Vio. Save thee, friend, and thy mufick: Doft thou ' live by thy tabor? Clo. No, fir, I live by the church. Vio. Art thou a churchman? Clo. No fuch matter, fir; I do live by the church: tray-trip,]-draughts.. • aqua-vita]-brandy, ftrong waters. f live]-get thy livelihood. % and yet I do. |