petuosity. This will so fright them both, that they will kill one another by the look, like cockatrices. Enter OLIVIA and VIOLA. Fab. Here he comes with your niece: give them way, till he take leave, and presently after him. Sir To. I will meditate the while upon some horrid message for a challenge. [Exeunt Sir To. Fab. & Mar. Oli. I have said too much unto a heart of stone, And laid mine honour too unchary out : There's something in me, that reproves my fault; Bat such a headstrong potent fault it is, That it but mocks reproof. [hears, Vio. With the same 'haviour that your passion Go on my master's griefs. Ol. Here, wear this jewel for me, 'tis my picture; Retase it not, it hath no tongue to vex you: And, I beseech you, come again to-morrow. What shall you ask of me, that I'll deny; That honour, sav'd, may upon asking give? [ter. Fa. Nothing but this, your true love for my masO. How with mine honour may I give him that, Which I have given to you? Vio. I will acquit you! O.. Well, come again to-morrow. Fare thee well: A fiend, like thee, might bear my soul to hell. [Exit. Re-enter Sir TOBY BELCH and FABIAN. Sir To. Gentleman, God save thee. ha. And you, sir. Sir To. That defence thou hast, betake thee to't: of what nature the wrongs are thou hast done him, I know not; but thy intercepter, full of despight, Ledy as the hunter, attends thee at the orchard fad dismount thy tuck, be yare in thy preparation, kurthy assailant is quick, skilful, and deadly. F. You mistake, sir; I am sure, no man hath my quarrel to me; my remembrance is very free nd clear from any image of offence done to apy man. Sur To. You'll find it otherwise, I assure you: herefore, if you hold your life at any price, betake to your guard; for your opposite hath in him hat youth, strength, skill, and wrath, can furnish Vic. I pray you, sir, what is he? [man withal. Sir To. He is knight, dubbed with unhacked per, and on carpet consideration; but he is a ev in private brawl; souls and bodies hath he hrorced three; and his incensement at this moment so implacable, that satisfaction can be none but pangs of death and sepulchre: hob, nob, is his Ford; give't, or take't. Fio. I will return again into the house, and desire me conduct of the lady. I am no fighter. I have ard of some kind of men, that put quarrels purely on others, to taste their valour: belike this sa man of that quirk. Sir To. Sir, no; his indiguation derives itself out f a very competent injury; therefore, get you on, ad give him his desire. Back you shall not to the se, unless you undertake that with me, which ith as much safety you might answer him: therere, on, or strip your sword stark naked; for meddle mast, that's certain, or forswear to wear iron at you. F. This is as uncivil, as strange. I beseech you, by me this courteous office, as to know of the knight at my offence to him is; it is something of my gence, nothing of my purpose. Sir To. I will do so. Signior Fabian, stay you this gentleman till my return. [Exit Sir Toby. Fio. Pray you, sir, do you know of this matter? Fab. I know, the knight is incensed against you, to a mortal arbitrement; but nothing of the mstance more. Vio. I beseech you, what manner of man is he? Fab. Nothing of that wonderful promise, to read by his form, as you are like to find him in the of of his valour. He is, indeed, sir, the most kufal, bloody, and fatal opposite, that you could Re-enter Sir TOBY, with Sir ANDREW. Sir To. Why, man, he's a very devil; I have not seen such a virago. I had a pass with him, rapier, scabbard, and all, and he gives me the stuck-in with such a mortal motion, that it is inevitable; and on the answer, he pays you as surely as your feet hit the ground they step on: they say, he has been fencer to the Sophy. Sir And. Pox on't, I'll not meddle with him. Sir To. Ay, but he will not now be pacified. Fabian can scarce hold him yonder. Sir And. Plague on't; an I thought he had been valiant, and so cunning in fence, I'd have seen him damned ere I'd have challenged him. Let him let the matter slip, and I'll give him my horse, grey Capilet. Sir To. I'll make the motion: stand here, make a good show on't; this shall end without the perdition of souls: marry, I'll ride your horse as well as I ride you. (Aside.) Re-enter FABIAN and VIOLA. I have his horse (to Fab.) to take up the quarrel; I have persuaded him the youth's a devil. Fab. He is as horribly conceited of him; and pants, and looks pale, as if a bear were at his heels. Sir To. There's no remedy, sir; he will fight with you for his oath's sake: marry, he hath better bethought him of his quarrel, and he finds that now scarce to be worth talking of: therefore draw, for the supportance of his vow; he protests, he will not hurt you. Vio. Pray God defend me! A little thing would make me tell them how much I lack of a man. (Aside.) Fab. Give ground, if you see him furious. Sir To. Come, sir Andrew, there's no remedy; the gentleman will, for his honour's sake, have one bout with you; he cannot by the duello avoid it : but he has promised me, as he is a gentleman and a soldier, he will not hurt you. Come on: to't. Sir And. Pray God, he keep his oath. (Draws.) Enter ANTONIO. [man Vio. I do assure you 'tis against my will. (Draws.) Ant. Put up your sword;-if this young gentleHave done offence, I take the fault on me; If you offend him, I for him defy you. (Drawing.) Sir To. You sir? why, what are you? Ant. One, sir, that for his love dares yet do more Than you have heard him brag to you he will. Sir To. Nay, if you be an undertaker, I am for (Draws.) [ficers. you. Enter two Officers. Fab. O good sir Toby, hold; here come the of- Sir And. Marry, will I, sir;-and, for that promised you, I'll be as good as my word: he will bear you easily, and reins well. 1 Off. This is the man; do thy office. 2 Off. Antonio, I arrest thee at the suit Of count Orsino. 1 Off. No, sir, no jot; I know your favour well, Though now you have no sea-cap on your head. Take him away; he knows, I know him well. Ant. I must obey.-This comes with seeking you; But there's no remedy; I shall answer it. What will you do? Now my necessity Makes me to ask you for my purse: it grieves me Much more, for what I cannot do for you, Than what befals myself. You stand amaz'd: Sir To. A very dishonest paltry boy, and more a coward than a hare: his dishonesty appears, in leaving his friend here in necessity, and denying him; and for his cowardship, ask Fabian. fin it. Fab. A coward, a most devout coward, religious Sir And. 'Slid, I'll after bim again, and beat him. Sir To. Do, cuff him soundly, but never draw thy sword. Sir And. An I do not,- [Exit. Sir To. I dare lay any money, 'twill be nothing [Exeunt. yet. ACT IV. SCENE I.-The Street before Olivia's House. Clo. Will you make me believe, that I am not sent for you? Seb. Go to, go to, thou art a foolish fellow; Let me be clear of thee. Clo. Well held out, i'faith! No, I do not know you; nor I am not sent to you by my lady, to bid you come speak with her; nor your name is not master Cesario; nor this is not my nose neither.Nothing, that is so, is so. Seb. I pr'ythee, vent thy folly somewhere else; Thou know'st not me. Clo. Vent my folly! he has heard that word of some great man, and now applies it to a fool. Vent my folly! I am afraid this great lubber, the world, will prove a cockney.-I pr'ythee now, ungird thy strangeness, and tell me what I shall vent to my lady: shall I vent to her, that thou art coming? Seb. I pr'ythee, foolish Greek, depart from me; There's money for thee; if you tarry longer, I shall give worse payment. Clo. By my troth, thou hast an open handThese wise men, that give fools money, get themselves a good report after fourteen years purchase. Enter Sir ANDREW, Sir TOBY, and FABIAN. Sir And. Now, sir, have I met you again? there's for you. (Striking Sebastian. Seb. Why, there's for thee, and there, and there. are all the people mad? (Beating Sir Andrew. Sir To. Hold, sir, or I'll throw your dagger o'er the house. Clo. This will I tell my lady straight: I would not be in some of your coats for two-pence. [Exit. Cle Sir To. Come on, sir; hold. (Holding Sebastian Sir And. Nay, let him alone, I'll go another way to work with him; I'll have an action of battery against him, if there be any law in Illyria: though I struck him first, yet it's no matter for that. Seb. Let go thy hand. Sir To. Come sir, I will not let you go. Come, my young soldier, put up your iron: you are well fleshed; come on. [thou now? Seb. I will be free from thee. What wouldst If thou dar'st tempt me further, draw thy sword. (Draws Sir To. What, what? Nay, then I must have an ounce or two of this malapert blood from you. Oli. Hold, Toby; on thy life, I charge thee, hold Sir To. Madam? Oli. Will it be ever thus? Ungracious wretch, Fit for the mountains, and the barbarous caves, Where manuers ne'er were preach'd! out of my Be not offended, dear Cesario!Rudesby, be gone!-I pr'ythee, gentle friend. [night. [Exeunt Sir Toby, Sir Andrew, and Fabien Let thy fair wisdom, not thy passion, sway In this uncivil and unjust extent Against thy peace. Go with me to my house; Seb. What relish is in this? how runs the stream" Oli. O, say so, and so be! (Exent SCENE II. A Room in Olivia's House. Enter MARIA and Clown. Mar. Nay, I pr'ythee, put on this gown, and this beard; make him believe thon art sir Topas the curate; do it quickly: I'll call sir Toby the whilst [Exit Maria Clo. Well, I'll put it on, and I will dissemble myself in't; and I would I were the first that eve dissembled in such a gown. I am not fat en to become the function well; nor lean enough t be thought a good student: but to be said, an h nest man, and a good housekeeper, goes as fairly, as to say, a careful man, and a great scholar. The competitors enter. Enter Sir TOBY BELCH and MARIA. : of Prague, that never saw pen and ink, very wittily said to a niece of king Gorboduc, That, that is, is so I, being master parson, am master parson: for what is that, but that? and is, but is? Sir To. To him, sir Topas. Clo. What, hoa, I say,-Peace in this prison! Mal. Sir Topas, never was man thus wronged: good sir Topas, do not think I am mad; they have laid me here in hideous darkness. Clo. Fye, thou dishonest Sathan! I call thee by the most modest terms; for I am one of those gentle ones, that will use the devil himself with courtesy: say'st thou, that house is dark? Mal. As hell, sir Topas. Clo. Why, it hath bay-windows, transparent as barricadoes, and the clear stones towards the south-north are as lustrous as ebony; and yet complainest thou of obstruction? Mal. I am not mad, sir Topas; I say to you, this house is dark. Clo. Madman, thou errest: I say, there is no darkness, but ignorance; in which thou art more pazzled, than the Egyptians in their fog. Mal. I say, this house is as dark as ignorance, though ignorance were as dark as hell; and I say, there was never man thus abused: I am no more mad than you are; make the trial of it in any constant question. Clo. What is the opinion of Pythagoras, con- Mal. That the soul of our grandam might haply Mal. I think nobly of the soul, and no way approve his opinion. Clo. Fare thee well remain thou still in darkness: thou shalt hoid the opinion of Pythagoras, ere I will allow of thy wits; and fear to kill a woodcock, lest thou dispossess the soul of thy grandam. Fare thee well. Mal. Sir Topas, sir Topas ! Sir To. My most exquisite sir Topas ! Sir To. To him in thine own voice, and bring the word how thou findest him: I would we were well rid of this knavery. If he may be conveniently delivered, I would he were; for I am now so far in offence with my niece, that I cannot pursue with any safety this sport to the upshot. Come by and by to my chamber. [Exeunt Sir Toby and Maria. Clo. Hey Robin, jolly Robin, Tell me how thy lady does. Mal. Fool, Clo. My lady is unkind, perdy. Mal. Fool, Co. Alas, why is she so? Mal. Fool, I say;— (Singing.) Clo. Advise you what you say; the minister is here.-Malvolio, Malvolio, thy wits the heavens restore! endeavour thyself to sleep, and leave thy Mal. Sir Topas, [vain bibble babble. Clo. Maintain no words with him, good fellow.Who, I, sir? not I, sir. God b'wi'you, good sir Topas.-Marry, amen.-I will, sir, I will, Mal. Fool, fool, fool, I say. Clo. Alas, sir, be patient. What say you, sir? 1 am shent for speaking to you. Mal. Good fool, help me to some light, and some paper; I tell thee, I am as well in my wits as any man in Illyria. Clo. Well-a-day,-that you were, sir! Mal. By this hand, I am: paper, and light, and convey what I will set down good fool, some ink, to my lady; it shall advantage thee more than ever the bearing of letter did. Clo. I will help you to't. But tell me true, are you not mad indeed? or do you but counterfeit? Mal. Believe me, I am not; I tell thee true. Clo. Nay, I'll ne'er believe a madman, till I see his brains. "I will fetch you light, and paper, and ink. Fal. Fool. I'll requite it in the highest degree : I pr'ythee, be gone. Clo. I am gone, sir, Like to the old vice, Who with dagger of lath, SCENE III.-Olivia's Garden. Enter SEBASTIAN. (Exit. Seb. This is the air; that is the glorious sun I could not find him at the Elephant: So far exceed all instance, all discourse, Enter Olivia and a Priest. Oli. Blame not this haste of mine: if you mean Clo. She loves another-Who calls, ha? Mal. They have here propertied me; keep me an darkness, send ministers to me, asses, and do all they can to face me out of my wits. That my most jealous and too doubtful soul go Seb. I'll follow this good man, and with you; And, having sworn truth, ever will be true. Oli. Then lead the way, good father;heavens so shine, -And That they may fairly note this act of mine! [Exeunt G ACT V. SCENE I.-The Street before Olivia's house. Fab. Now, as thou lovest me, let me see his letter. Clo. Do not desire to see this letter. Fab. That is, to give a dog, and, in recompense, desire my dog again. Enter DUKE, VIOLA, and Attendants. Duke. Belong you to the lady Olivia, friends? Clo. Ay, sir; we are some of her trappings. Duke. I know thee well: how dost thou, my good fellow? [worse for my friends. Clo. Truly, sir, the better for my foes, and the Duke. Just the contrary; the better for thy friends. Clo. No, sir, the worse. Duke. How can that be? Clo. Marry, sir, they praise me, and make an ass of me; now, my foes tell me plainly I am an ass: so that by my foes, sir, I profit in the knowledge of myself; and by my friends I am abused: so that, conclusions to be as kisses, if your four negatives make your two affirmatives, why, then the worse for my friends, and the better for my foes. Duke. Why, this is excellent. Clo. By my troth, sir, no; though it please you to be one of my friends. [there's gold. Duke. Thou shalt not be the worse for me; Clo. But that it would be double-dealing, sir, I would you could make it another. Duke. O, you give me ill counsel. Clo. Put your grace in your pocket, sir, for this once, and let your flesh and blood obey it. Duke. Well, I will be so much a sinner to be a double dealer; there's another. Clo. Primo, secundo, tertio, is a good play; and the old saying is, the third pays for all the triplex, sir, is a good tripping measure; or the bells of St. Bennet, sir, may put you in mind; One, two, three. Duke. You can fool no more money out of me at this throw if you will let your lady know, I am here to speak with her, and bring her along with you, it may awake my bounty further. Clo. Marry, sir, lullaby to your bounty, till I come again. I go, sir; but I would not have you to think, that my desire of having is the sin of covetousness: but, as you say, sir, let your bounty take a nap, I will awake it anon. [Exit Clown. Enter ANTONIO and Officers. Vio. Here comes the man, sir, that did rescue me. Duke. That face of his I do remember well; Yet, when I saw it last, it was besmear'd As black as Vulcan, in the smoke of war: A bawbling vessel was he captain of, For shallow draught, and bulk, unprizable; With which such scathful grapple did he make With the most noble bottom of our fleet, That very envy, and the tongue of loss, Cry'd fame and honour on him.-What's the matter? Off. Orsino, this is that Antonio, That took the Phoenix, and her fraught, from Candy; And this is he, that did the Tiger board, When your young nephew Titus lost his leg: Here in the streets, desperate of shame, and state, In private brabble did we apprehend him. Vio. He did me kindness, sir; drew on my side; But, in conclusion, put strange speech upon me, I know not what 'twas, but distraction. Duke. Notable pirate! thou salt-water thief! What foolish boldness brought thee to their mercies, Whom thou, in terms so bloody, and so dear, Hast made thine enemies? Ant. Orsino, noble sir, Be pleas'd that I shake off these names you give me ; Orsino's enemy. A witchcraft drew me hither; Vio. Enter OLIVIA and Attendants. Duke. Here comes the countess; now heaven walks on earth. But for thee, fellow, fellow, thy words are madness. Three months this youth hath tended upon me; But more of that anon.Take him aside. Oli. What would my lord, but that he may not Wherein Olivia may seem serviceable?— Cesario, you do not keep promise with me. Vio. Madam! Duke. Gracious Olivia, [have. (lord, Oli. What do you say, Cesario?-Good my Vio. My lord would speak, my duty hushes me Oli. If it be aught to the old tune, my lord, It is as fat and fulsome to mine ear As howling after music. Duke. Still so cruel? Oli. Still so constant, lord. Duke. What! to perverseness? your uncivil lady. To whose ingrate and unauspicious altars My soul the faithfull'st offerings hath breath'd out, That e'er devotion tender'd! What shall I do? Oli. Even what it please my lord, that shall become him. Duke. Why should I not, had I the heart to do it. Like to the Egyptian thief, at point of death, Kill what I love; a savage jealousy, That sometimes savours nobly?-But hear me this. Since you to non-regardance cast my faith, And that I partly know the instrument That screws me from my true place in your favour, Live you, the marble-breasted tyrant, still; But this your minion, whom, I know, you love, And whom, by heaven I swear, I tender dearly Him will I tear out of that cruei eye, Where he sits crowned in his master's spite.Come, boy, with me; my thoughts are ripe in mis I'll sacrifice the lamb that I do love, chief To spite a raven's heart within a dove. (Going Vio. And I, most jocund, apt, and willingly, To do you rest, a thousand deaths would die. Oli. Where goes Cesario? Vio. (Following After him I love More than I love these eyes, more than my life, Oli. Ah me, detested! how am I beguil'd! Oli. Hast thou forgot thyself? Is it so long?Call forth the holy father. [Exit an Attendant Duke. Come away. (To Viola Oli. Whither, my lord? Cesario, husband, stay Duke. Husband? Oli. Ay, husband; can he that devy S Duke. Her husband, sirrah? Vio. No, my lord, not I. Strengthen'd by interchangement of your rings; Since when, my watch hath told me, toward my O, do not swear; Hold little faith, though thou hast too much fear. Enter Sir ANDREW AGUE-CHEEK, with his head broke. Sir And. For the love of God, a surgeon; send 00 presently to sir Toby. Ol. What's the matter? Sir And. He has broke my head across, and has given sir Toby a bloody coxcomb too: for the love of God. your help: had rather than forty pound I were at home. O. Who has done this, sir Andrew? Fio. Why do you speak to me? I never hurt you: Sir And. If a bloody coxcomb be a hurt, you have hurt me; I think, you set nothing by a bloody corcomb. Enter Sir TOBY BELCH, drunk, led by the Clown. Here comes Sir Toby halting, you shall hear more: but if he had not been in drink, he would have tickled you othergates than he did. Duke. How now, gentleman? how is't with you? Sir To. That's all one; he has hurt me, and there's the end out-Sot, did'st see Dick surgeon, sot? Clo. O, he's drunk, sir Toby, an hour agone; his eres were set at eight i' the morning. Sir To. Then be's a rogue. After a passy-measure, or a pavin, I hate a drunken rogue. 9. Away with him: who hath made this havock with them? [be dressed together. Ser And. I'll help you, sir Toby, because we'll Sir To. Will you help an ass-head, and a coxcomb, and a knave? a thin-faced knave, a gull? Ou. Get him to bed, and let his hurt be look'd to. [Exeunt Clown, Sir Toby, and Sir Andreu. Duke. One face, one voice, one habit, and two Ant. Sebastian are you? Seb. Seb. Do I stand there? I never had a brother: Seb. Had number'd thirteen years. Vio. And died that day, when Viola from her birth Seb. O, that record is lively in my soul! Vio. If nothing lets to make us happy both, Seb. So comes it, lady, you have been mistook : Duke. Be not amaz'd; right noble is his blood.- Vio. And all those sayings will I over-swear; Duke. Oli. He shall enlarge him: fetch Maivolio hither:- Clo. Truly, madam, he holds Belzebub at the G⭑ |