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Sir To. Here's an over-weening rogue !

Sir To. Excellent wench, say I. Fab. 0, peace! Contemplation makes a rare tur.' Mal. M,O, A, I, doth sway my life.- Nay, but key-cock of him; how he jets under his advanced first, let me see,-let me see,- let me see. plumes !

Fab. What a dish of poison hath she dressed him! Sir And. 'Slight, I could so beat the rogue : Sir To. And with what wing the stannyel checks Sir To. Peace, I say. Mal. To be count Malvolio ;

Mal. I may command where I adore. Why, she Sir To. Ah, rogue !

may command me: I serve her, she is my lady. Sir And. Pistol him, pistol him.

Why, this is evident to any formal capacity. There Sir To. Peace, peace!

is no obstruction in this:-And the end,- What Mal. There is example for't ; the lady of the should that alphabetical position portend ? if I strachy married the yeoman of the wardrobe. could make that resemble something in me, Sir And. Fie on him, Jezebel !

Softly !-M, O, A, 1.Fab. O, peace ! now he's deeply in; look, how Sir To. O, ay! make up that:-he is now at a imagination blows him.

cold scent. Mal. Having been three months married to her, Fab. Sowter will cry upon't, for all this, though sitting in my state,

it be as rank as a fox. Sir To. O, for a stone-bow, to hit him in the eye! Mal. M,-Malvolio ;-,-why, that begins my Mal. Calling my officers about me, in my branch- name. cd velvet gown; having come from a day-bed, where Fab. Did not I say, he would work it out? the I left Olivia sleeping.

cur is excellent at faults. Sir To. Fire and brimstone!

Mal. M-But then there is no consonancy in the Fab. 0, peace, peace.

sequel; that suffers under probation : A should Mal. And then to have the humour of state : and follow, but I does. after a demure travel of regard, telling them, I Fab. And I shall end, I hope. know my place, as I would they should do theirs,- Sir To. Ay, or I'll cudgel hiin, and make him to ask for my kinsman Toby :

cry, o. Sir To. Bolts and shackles!

Mal. And then I comes behind. Fab. O, peace, peace, peace! now, now.

Fab. Ay, an you had an eye behind you, you Mal. Seven of my people, with an obedient start, might see more detraction at your heels, than formake out for him : I frown the while; and, per-| tunes before you. chance, wind up my watch, or play with some rich Mal. M, 0, A, I :- This simulation is not as jewel. Toby approaches ; court'sies there to me: the former :-and yet, to crush this a little, it would Sir To. Shall this fellow live?

bow to me, for every one of these letters are in my Fab. Though our silence be drawn from us with name. Soft; here follows prose.--If this fall into cars, yet peace.

thy hand, revolve. In my stars I am above thee; but Mal. I extend my hand to him thus, quenching be not afraid of greatness : Some are born great, my familiar smile with an austere regard of control : some achieve greatness, and some have greatness

Sir To. And does not Toby take you a blow o' the thrust upon them. Thy fates open their hands ; let lips then ?

thy blood and spirit embrace them. And, to inure Mal. Saying, Cousin Toby, my fortunes having thyself to what thou art like to be, cast thy humble cast me on your niece, give me this prerogative of slough, and appear fresh. Be opposite with a kinsspeech :

man, surly with servants : let thy tongue tang ar. Sir To. What, what?

guments of state ; put thyself into the trick of singuMal. You must amend your drunkenness."

larity: She thus advises thee, that sighs for thee. Re. Sir To. Out, scab!

member who commended thy yellow stockings; and Fab. Nay, patience, or we break the sinews of wished to see thee ever cross-gartered : I say, rememoar plot.

ber. Go to: thou art made, if thou desirest to be 80 ; Mal. Besides, you waste the treasure of your time if not, let me see thee a steward still, the fellow of ser. with a foolish knight ;

vants, and not worthy to touch fortune's fingers. Sir And. That's me, I warrant you.

Farewell. She that would alter services with thee, Mal. One Sir Andrew :

The fortunate unhappy. Sir And. I knew, 'twas I; for many do call me fool. Day-light and champian discovers not more: this Mal. What employment have we here?

is open. I will be proud, I will read politick au.

[Taking up the letter.thors, I will baffle Sir Toby, I will wash cf gross Fab. Now is the woodcock near the gin.

acquaintance, I will be point-de-vice, the very man. Sir To. 0, peace and the spirit of humours in- I do not now fool myself, to let imagination jade timate reading aloud to him !

me; for every reason excites to this, that my lady Mal. By my life, this is my lady's hand : these loves me. She did commend my yellow stockings be her very c's, her U's, and her T's; and thus of late, she did praise my leg being cross-gartered, makes she her great P's. It is, in contempt of and in this she manifests herself to my love, and, question, her hand.

with a kind of injunction, drives me to these habits Sir And. Her C's, her U's, and her T's: Why that? of her liking. I thank my stars, I am happy. I

Mal. [reads. To the unknown beloved, this, and will be strange, stout, in yellow stockings, and my good wishes : her very phrases !-By your leave, cross-gartered, even with the swiftness of putting wax.-Soft !-and the impressure her Lucrece, on. Jove, and my stars be praised !-Here is yet with which she uses to seal : 'tis my lady: To a postscript. Thou canst not choose but know who I whom should this be?

am. If thou entertainest my love, let it appear in thy Fab. This wins him, liver and all.

smiling ; thy smiles become thee well : therefore in Mal. [reads.] Jove knows, I love :

my presence still smile, dear my sweet, I pr'ythee. But who?

Jove, I thank thee. I will smile : I will do every Lips do not move, thing that thou wilt have me.

(Exit. No man must know.

Fab. I will not give my part of this sport for a No man must know.-- What follows the numbers pension of thousands to be paid from the Sophy. altered ! No man must know :-If this should be Sir To. I could marry this wench for this device: thee, Malvolio ?

Sir And. So could I too. Sir To. Marry, hang thee, brock!

Sir To. And ask no other dowry with her, but Mal. I may command, where I adore :

such another jest.
But silence, like a Lucrece knife,
With bloodless stroke my heart doth gore ;

Enter Maria.
M, 0, A, I, doth stvay my lif

Sir And. Nor I neither.
Fab. A fustian riddle!

Fab. Here comes my noble gull-catcher.

Sir To. Wilt thou set thy foot o' my neck ? Vio. Yes, being kept together, and put to use. Sir And. Or o' mine either?

Clo. I would play lord Pandarus of Phrygia, sir, Sir To. Shall I play my freedom at tray-trip, to bring a Cressida to this Troilus. and become thy bond-slave?

Vio. I understand you, sir; 'tis well begg'd. Sir And. I'faith, or I either ?

clo. The matter, i hope, is not great, sir, begSir To. Why, thou hast put him in such a dream, ging but a beggar: Cressida was a beggar. My that, when the image of it leaves him, he must run lady is within, sir. I will construe to them whence mad.

you come; who you are, and what you would, are Mar. Nay, but say true ; does it work upon him ? out of my welkin : I might say, element; but the Sir To. Like aqua-vitæ with a midwife.

word is over-worn.

[Exit. Mar. If you will then see the fruits of the sport, Vio. This fellow's wise enough to play the fool; mark his first approach before my lady: he will And, to do that well, craves a kind of wit: come to her in yellow stockings, and 'tis a colour He must observe their mood on whom he jests, she abhors; and cross-gartered, a fashion she de-The quality of persons, and the time; tests; and he will smile upon her, which will now And, like the haggard, check at every feather be so unsuitable to her disposition, being addicted That comes before his eye. This is a practice, to a melancholy as she is, that it cannot but turn As full of labour as a wise man's art: him into a notable contempt : if you will see it, fol. For folly, that he wisely shows, is fit; low me.

But wise men, folly-fallen, quite taint their wit. Sir To. To the gates of Tartar, thou most excel.

Enter Sir Toby Belch and Sir Andrew Ague-cheek. lent devil of wit ! Sir And. I'll make one too.

Exeunt. Sir To. Save you, gentleman.

Vio. And you, sir.

Sir And. Dieu vous garde, monsieur.
ACT III.

Vio. Et vous aussi : votre serviteur.

Sir And. I hope, sir, you are: and I am yours. SCENE I.- Olivia's Garden.

Sir To. Will you encounter the house ? my Enter Viola, and Clown with a tabor.

niece is desirous you should enter, if your trade be

to her. Vio. Save thee, friend, and thy musick: Dost Vio. I am bound to your niece, sir: I mean, she thou live by thy tabor ?

is the list of my voyage. Clo. No, sir, I live by the church.

Sir To. Taste your legs, sir, put them to motion. Vio. Art thou a churchman ?

Vio. My legs do better understand me, sir, than Clo. No such matter, sir; I do live by the I understand what you mean by bidding me taste church; for I do live at my house, and my house my legs. doth stand by the church.

Sir To. I mean to go, sir, to enter. Vio. So thou may'st say, the king lies by a beg. Vio. I will answer you with gait and entrance : gar, if a beggar dwell near him; or the church But we are prevented. stands by thy tabor, if thy tabor stand by the church,

Enter Olivia and Maria. Clo. You have said, sir.-To see this age ! -A sen- Most excellent accomplished lady, the heavens rain tence is but a cheveril glove to a good wit; How odours on you ! quickly the wrong side may be turned outward! Sir And. That youth's a rare courtier! Rain

Vio. Nay, that's certain; they, that dally nicely odours! well. with words, may quickly make them wanton

Vio. My matter hath no voice, lady, but to your Clo. I would therefore, my sister had had no own most pregnant and vouchsafed ear. name, sir.

Sir And. Odours, pregnant, and vouchsafel Vio. Why, man?

I'll get 'em all three ready. Clo. Why, sir, her name's a word ; and to dally oli. Let the garden door be shut, and leave me with that word, might niake my sister wanton : to my hearing But, indeed, words are very rascals, since bonds

(Exeunt Sir Toby, Sir Andrew, and Maria. disgraced them.

Give me your hand, sir. Vio. Thy reason, man?

Vio. My duty, madam, and most humble service. Clo. Troth, sir, I can yield you none without oli. What is your name? words; and words are grown so false, I am loath! Vio. Cesario is your servant's name, fair princess. to prove reason with them.

Oli. My servant, sir! 'Twas never merry world, Vio. I warrant, thou art a merry fellow, and since lowly feigning was call'd compliment: carest for nothing

You are servant to the count Orsino, youth. Clo. Not so, sir, I do care for something: but in Vio. And he is yours, and his must needs be my conscience, sir, I do not care for you ; if that

yours; be to care for nothing, sir, I would it would make Your servant's servant is your servant, madam. you in visible.

oli. For him, I think not on him for his Vio. Art not thou the lady Olivia's fool ?

thoughts, Clo. No, indeed, sir; the lady Olivia has no Would they were blanks, rather than fill'd with me! folly: she will keep no fool, sir, till she be married ; Vio. Madam, I come to whet your gentle thoughts and fools are as like husbands, as pilchards are to On his behalf :herrings, the husband's the bigger; I am, indeed, oli.

0, by your leave, I pray you; not her fool, but her corrupter of words.

I bade you never speak again of him: Vio. I saw thee late at the count Orsino's. But, would you undertake another suit,

Clo. Foolery, sir, does walk about the orb, like I had rather hear you to solicit that, the sun; it shines everywhere. I would be sorry, I Than musick from the spheres. sir, but the fool should be as oft with your master, Vio.

Dear lady, as with my mistress: I think, I saw your wisdom oli. Give me leave, I beseech you: I did send there.

After the last enchantment you did here, Vio. Nay, an thou pass upon me, I'll no more A ring in chase of you, so did I abuse with thee. Hold, there's expences for thee.

Myself, my servant, and, I fear me, yon : Clo. Now Jove, in his next commodity of hair, Under your hard construction must I sit, send thee a beard !

To force that on you, in a shameful cunning, Vio. By my troth, I'll tell thee; I am almost sick Which you knew none of yours: What might yox for one; though I would not have it grow on my

think? chin. Is thy lady within ?

Have you not set mine honour at the stake, Clo. Would not a pair of these have bred, sir? | And baited it with all the unmuzzled thoughts

That tyrannous heart can think? To one of your you do redeem it by some laudable attempt, either receiving

of valour, or policy, Enough is shown; a cyprus, not a bosom,

Sir And. And't be any way, it must be with vaHides my poor heart: So let me hear you speak. lour; for policy I hate; I had as lief be a Brownist, Vio. I pity you.

as a politician. Oli. That's a degree to love.

Sir To. Why then, build me thy fortunes upon Vio. No, not a grise ; for 'tis a vulgar proof, the basis of valour. Challenge me the count's That very oft we pity enemies.

youth to fight with him; hurt him in eleven places ; Oli, Why, then, methinks, 'tis time to smile again: my niece shall take note of it: and assure thyself, O world, how apt the poor are to be proud!

there is no love-broker in the world can more preIf one should be a prey, how much the better v ail in man's commendation with woman, than rcTo fall before the lion, than the wolf? (Clocke strikes. port of valour. The clock upbraids me with the waste of time. Fab. There is no way but this, sir Andrew. Be not afraid, good youth, I will not have you: Sir And. Will either of you bear ine a challenge And yet, when wit and youth is come to harvest, to him? Your wife is like to reap a proper man:

Sör To. Go, write it in a martial hand ; be curst There lies your way, due west.

and brief; it is no matter how witty, so it be eloVio.

Then westward-hoe : quent and full of invention ; taunt him with the Grace, and good disposition 'tend your ladyship! licence of ink: if thou thou'st him some thrice, it You'll nothing, madam, to my lord by me? shall not be amiss; and as many lies as will lie in Oli. Stay :

thy sheet of paper, although the sheet were big I pr'ythee, tell me, what thou think'st of me. enough for the bed of Ware in England, set 'em

Vio. That you do think, you are not what you are. down; go about it. Let there be gall enough in
Oli. If I think so, I think the same of you. thy ink; though thou write with a goose-pen, no
Vio. Then think you right; I am not what I am. matter : About it:
Oli. I would, you were as I would have you be! Sir And. Where shall I find you?

Vio. Would it be better, madam, than I am, Sir To. We'll call thee at the cubiculo : Go.
I wish it might; for now I am your fool.

[Erit Sir Andrew. oli. O, what a deal of scorn looks beautiful Fab. This is a dear manakin to you, sir Toby, In the contempt and anger of his lip!

Sir To. I have been dear to him, lad; some two A murd'rous guilt shows not itself more soon thousand strong, or so. Than love that would seem hid: love's night is Fah. We shall have a rare letter from him : but Cesario, by the roses of the spring,

(noon. you'll not deliver it. By maidhood, honour, truth, and every thing, Sir To. Never trust me then; and by all means I love thee so, that, maugre all thy pride,

stir on the youth to an answer. I think oxen and Nor wit, nor reason, can my passion hide.

wainropes cannot hale them together. For Andrew, Do not extort thy reasons from this clause,

if he were opened, and you find so much blood in For, that I woo, thou therefore hast no cause: his liver as will clog the foot of a flea, I'll eat the But, rather, reason thus with reason fetter:

rest of the anatomy. Love sought is good, but given unsought, is better. Fab. And his opposite, the youth, bears in his

Viv. By innocence I swear, and by my youth, visage no great presage of cruelty.
I have one heart, one hosom, and one truth,
And that no woman has ; nor never none

Enter Maria.
Shall mistress be of it, save I alone.

Sir To. Look where the youngest wren of nine And so adieu, good madam ; never more

comes. Will I my master's tears to you deplore. [move

Mar. If you desire the spleen, and will laugh Ol. et coine again: for thou, perhaps, may'st Ivourselves into stitches. follow me: yon gull Mal. That heart, which now abhors, to like his love.

volio is turned heathen, a very renegado; for there [Exeunt. is no Christian, that

is no Christian, that means to be saved by believing SCENE II.--A Room in Olivia's House.

rightly, can ever believe such impossible passages

of grossness. He's in yeliow stockings. Enter Sir Toby Belch, Sir Andrew Ague-cheek, Sir To. And cross-gartered ? and Fabian.

Mar. Most villainously; like a pedant that keeps

a school i' the church. I have dogged him, like Sir And. No, faith, I'll not stay a jot longer. Sir To. Thy reason, dear venom, give thy reaso!).

his murderer: He does obey every point of the

letter that I dropped to betray him. He does smile Pub. You must needs yield your reason, sir An- his face into more lines than are in the new map. drew.

with the augmentation of the Indies: you have Sir And. Marry, I saw your niece do more favours to the count's serving man, than ever she bestowed

not seen such a thing as 'tis; I can hardly forbear

hurling things at him. I know my lady will strike upon me; I saw't i'the orchard. Sir To. Did she see thee the while, old boy ! tell favour.

him; if she do, he'll smile, and take't for a great me that. Sir Anl. As plain as I see you now.

Sir To. Come, bring us, bring us where he is. Fah. This was a great argument of love in her

[Exeunt. toward you.

SCENE III.-A Street,
Sir And. 'Slight! will you make an ass o' me?
Fab. I will prove it legitimate, sir, upon the

Enter Antonio and Sebastian. oaths of judgment and reason.

Seh. I would not by my will have troubled you ; Sir To. And they have been grand jury-men, But, since you make your pleasure of your pains, since before Noah was a sailor.

I will no further chide you. Fab. She did show favour to the youth in your Ant. I could not stay behind you; my desire, sight, only to exasperate you, to awake your dor- More sharp than filed steel, did spur me forth; inouse valour, to put fire in your heart, and brim - And not all love to see you, (though so much, stone in your liver: You should then have accosted As might have drawn one to a longer voyage,) her; and with some excellent jests, fire-new from But jealousy what might befall your travel, the mint, you should have banged the youth into Being skilless in these parts; which to a stranger, duinbness. This was looked for at your hand, and Unguided, and unfriended, often prove this was baulked: the double gilt of this oppor-Rough and unhospitable: My willing love, tunity you let tinie wash off, and you are now sailed | The rather by these arguments of fear, into the north of my lady's opinion: where you will set forth in your pursuit. hang like an icicle on a Dutchman's beard, unless Seb.

My kind Antonio,

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I can no other answer make, but, thanks,

Mar. How do you, Malvolio? And thanks, and ever thanks : Often good turns i Mal. At your request ? Yes; Nightingaies an. Are shuffled off with such uncurrent pay:

swer daws. But, were my worth, as is my conscience, firm, Mar. Why appear you with this ridiculous bold. You should find better dealing. What's to do? ness before my lady? Shall we go see the reliques of this town?

Mal. Be not afraid of greatness .-'twas well writ. Ant. Tomorrow, sir; best, first, go see your Oli. What meanest thou by that, Malvolio? lodging.

Mal. Some are born great, Seb. I am not weary, and 'tis long to night;

Oli. Ha? I pray you let us satisfy our eyes

Mal. Some achieve greatness, With the memoriais, and the things of fame,

Oli. What say'st thou ? That do renown this city.

Mal. And sone have greatness thrust upon theon. Ant.

'Would you'd pardon me; oli. Heaven restore thee! I do not without danger walk these streets :

Mal. Remember, who commended thy yellow stuck Once, in a sea-fight, 'gainst the count his gallies, lings I did some service; of such note, indeed,

Oli. Thy yellow stockings? That, were I ta'en here, it would scarce be answer'd.

would scarce be answer'd. Mal. And wished to see thee cross-wartcred. Seb. Belike, you slew great number of his people. Oli, Cross-gartered?

Ant. The offence is not of such a bloody nature; Mal. Go to: thou art made, if thou desirest tule Albeit the quality of the time, and quarrel,

SO: Might well have given us bloody argument.

oli. Am I made ? It might have since been answer'd in repaying Mal. If not, let me see the servant still. What we took from them ; which, for traffick's sake, Oli. Why, this is very midsummer madness. Most of our city did : only myself stood out: For which, if I be lapsed in this place,

Enter Servant. I shall pay dear.

Ser. Madam, the young gentleman of the count Seb.

Do not then walk too open. Orsino's is returned; I could hardly entreat him Ant. It doth not fit me. Hold, sir, here's my back: he attends your ladyship's pleasure. In the south suburbs, at the Elephant, purse; Oli, l'll come to him. Erit Servant. Good Is best to lodge: I will bespeak our diet, [ledge, Maria, let this fellow be looked to. Where's my Whiles you beguile the time, and feed your know- cousin Toby? Let some of my people have a With viewing of the town; there shall you have me. special care of him ; I would not have him misSeb. Why I your purse ?

carry for the half of my dowry. Ant. Haply, your eye shall light upon some toy

[Exeunt Olivia and Maria. You have desire to purchase; and your store,

Mal. Oh, ho! do you come near me now? no I think, is not for idle markets, sir.

worse man than sir Toby to look to me? This Seb. I'll be your purse-bearer, and leave you for concurs directly with the letter: she sends him on An hour.

purpose, that I may appear stubborn to him; for Ant. To the Elephant.--

she incites me to that in the letter. Cast thy hunSeb. I do remember. (Ereunt. We slough, says she ;--be opposite with a kinsman,

surly with servants, let thy tongue tang with ai. SCENE IV.-Olivia's Garden.

guments of state,-- put thyself into the trick of singuEnter Olivia and Maria.

larity and, consequently, sets down the manner

how; as, a sad face, a reverend carriage, a slow oli. I have sent after him. He says he'll come; tongue, in the habit of some sir of note, and so How shall I feast him ? what bestow on him? forth. I have limed her ; but it is Jove's doing, For youth is bought more oft, than begg'd, or bor- and Jove make me thankful! And, when she went I speak too loud.

[row'd. away now, Let this fellon be looked to: Fellow Where is Malvolio?--he is sad, and civil,

not Malvolio, nor after my degree, but fellow. And suits well for a servant with my fortunes ; Why, every thing adheres together; that no dram Where is Malvolio ?

of a scruple, no scruple of a scruple, no obstacle, Mar.

He's coming, madam: Ino incredulous or unsafe circuinstance,-- What But in strange manner. He is sure possess'd. can be said ? Nothing, that can be, can come Oli. Why, what's the matter ? does he rave ? between me and the full prospect of my hopes,

No, madam, Well, Jove, not I, is the doer of this, and he is to He does nothing but smile : your ladyship

be thanked. Were best have guard about you, if he come; For, sure, the man is tainted in his wits.

Re-enter Maria, with Sir Toby Belch and Fabian. oli. Go call him hither.-I'm as mad as he,

Sir To. Which way is he, in the name of sancIf sad and merry madness equal be.

tity? If all the devils in hell be drawn in little,

and Legion himself possessed him, yet I'll speak to Enter Malvolio.

him. low now, Malvolio?

Fab. Here he is, here he is :--How is't with you, Mal. Sweet lady, ho, ho. Smiles fantastically. sir ? how is't with you, man? Oli. Smil'st thou ?

1 Mal. Go off'; I discard you; let me enjoy my I sent for thee upon a sad occasion.

private; go off. Mal. Sad, lady? I could be sad: This does make Mar. Lo, how hollow the fiend speaks within come obstruction in the blood, this cross-sartering : him! did not I tell you ? -Sir Toby, my lady prays But what of that, if it please the eye of one, it is you to have a care of him. with me as the very true sonnet is: Please one, anul | Mal. Ah, ha! does she so please all.

Sir To. Go to, go to; peace, peace, we must deal Oli. Why, how dost thou man? what is the mat- gently with him ; let me alone. How do you, Mal. ter with thee?

volio ? how is't with you? What, man! defy the Mal. Not black in my mind, though yellow in devil: consider, he's an eneiny to mankind. my legs: It did come to his hands, and commands Mul. Do you know what you say ? shall be executed. I think, we do know the sweet Mar. La you, an you speak ill of the devil, how Roman hand.

he takes it at heart! Pray God, he be not be Oli. Wilt thou go to bed, Malcolio?

witched ! Mal. To bed ? ay, sweet-heart; and I'll come to Fab. Carry his water to the wise woman. thee.

Mar. Marry, and it shall be done tomorrow Oli. God comfort thee! Why dost thou smile 30, morning, if I live. My lady would not lose hiin and kiss thy hand so oft »

for more than I'll say.

nan.

Mal. How now, mistress?

between his lord and my niece confirms no less; Mar. O lord !

I therefore this letter, being so excellently ignorant, Sir To. Pr'ythee, hold thy peace; this is not the will breed no terror in the youth, he will find it way: Do you not see, you move him ? let me alone comes from a clodpole. But, sir, I will deliver his with him.

challenge by word of mouth; set upon Ague-cheek a Fab. No way but gentlenes; gently, gently: the notable report of valour; and drive the gentleman, fiend is rough, and will not be roughly used. '(as, I know his youth will aptly receive it,) into a

Sir To. Why, how now, my bawcock ? how dost most hideous opinion of his rage, skill, fury, and imthou, chuck?

petuosity. This will so fright them both, that they Mal. Sir?

will kill one another by the look, like cockatrices. Sir To. Ay, Biddy, come with me. What, man!

Enter Olivia and Viola. 'tis not for gravity to play at cherry-pit with Satan: Hang him, foul collier !

1 Fab. Here he comes with your niece: give them Mar. Get him to say his pravers : good sir Toby, way, till he take leave, and presently after him. get him to pray.

Sir To. I will meditate the while upon some horMal. My prayers, minx ?

rid message for a challenge. Mar. No, I warrant you, he will not hear of god.!

E.reunt Sir Toby, Fabian, and Maria. liness.

Oli. I have said too much unto a heart of stone, Mal. Go, hang yonrselves all! you are idle shal. And laid mine honour too unchary out : low things: I am not of your element; you shall. There's something in me, that reproves my fault: know more hereafter.

Erit. ! But such a headstrong potent fault it is. Sir To. Is't possible ?

That it but mocks reproof. Fab. If this were played upon a stage now, Il Vio. With the same 'haviour that your passion could condemn it as an improbable fiction.

Go on my master's griefs.

(bears, Sir To His very genius hath taken the infection Oli. Here, wear this jewel for me, 'tis my picture : of the device, man.

Refuse it not, it hath no tongue to vex you: Mar. Nay. pursue him now : lest the device take And, I beseech you, come again to-morrow. air, and taint.

What shall you ask of me, that I'll deny; Fab. Why, we shall make him mad, indeed. That honour, sav'd, may upon asking give? (ter. Mar. The house will be the quieter

Vio. Nothing but this, your true love for my masSir To. Come, we'll have him in a dark room,

Oli. How with mine honour may I give him that and bound. My niece is already in the belief that Which I have given to you? he is mad; we may carry it thus, for our pleasure, Vio

I will acquit you. and his penance, till our very pastime, tired out of oli. Well, come again to-morrow: Fare thee well: breath, prompt us to have mercy on him : at which A fiend, like thee, might bear my soul to hell. (Exit. time, we will bring the device to the bar, and crown

Re-enter Sir Toby Belch and Fabian. thee for a finder of madmen. But see, but see.

Sir To. Gentleman, God save thee.
Enter Sir Andrew Ague-cheek.

Vio. And you, sir.
Fab. More matter for a May morning.

Sir To. That defence thou hast, betake thee to't: Sir And. Here's the challenge. read it: I war of what nature the wrongs are thou hast done him. rant, there's vinegar and pepper in't.

I know not; but thy intercepter, full of despight, Fab. Is't so sawcy?

bloody as the hunter, attends thee at the orchard Sir And. Ay, is it, I warrant him: do but read.

end : dismount thy tuck, be yare in thy preparation, Sir To. Give me. [reads.) Youth, whatsoever thou for thy assailant is quick, skilful, and deadly. art, thou art but a scurvy fellor.

vio. You mistake, sir; I am sure, no man hath Fab. Good, and valiant.

any quarrel to me: my remembrance is very free Sir To. Wonder not, nor admire not in thy mind, and clear from any image of offence done to any man. why I do call thee so, for I vill show thee no reason for't. Sir To. You'll find it otherwise, I assure you :

Fab. A good note: that keeps you from the blow therefore, if you hold your life at any price, betake of the law.

you to your guard; for your opposite hath in him Sir To. Thou comest to the lady Olivia, and in my what youth, strength, skill, and wrath, can furnish sight she uses thee kindly : but thou liest in thy throat, man withal. that is not the matter I challenge thee for.

Vio. I pray you, sir, what is he? Fab. Very brief, and exceeding good sense-less. Sir To. He is knight, dubbed with unhacked

Sir To. I will way-lay thee going home; where if rapier, and on carpet consideration ; but he is a it be thy chance to kill me,

devil in private braw); souls and bodies hath he Fab. Good.

divorced three, and his incensement at this moment Sir To. Thou killest me like a rogue and a villain. is so implacable, that satisfaction can be none but

Fab. Still you keep o' the windy side of the law : by pangs of death and sepulchre : hob, nob, is his Good.

word; give't or take't. Sir To. Fare thee well ; And God have mercy upon Vio. I will return again into the house, and desire one of our souls ! He may have mercy upon mine :/ some conduct of the lady. I am no fighter. I have but my hone is better, and so look to thyself. Thy heard of some kind of men, that put quarrels pur. friend, as thou usest him, and thy sworn enemy, posely on others, to taste their valour: belike, this Andrew Ague-cheek.

is a man of that quirk. Sir To. If this letter move him not, his legs can- Sir To. Sir, no; his indignation derives itself out not: I'll give't him.

of a very competent injury; therefore, get you on, Mar. You may have very fit occasion for't ; he is and give him his desire. Back you shall not to the now in some commerce with my lady, and will by house, unless you undertake that with me, which and by depart.

with as much safety you might answer him : there. Sir To. Go, sir Andrew ; scout me for him at the fore, on, or strip your sword stark naked; for meddle corner of the orchard, like a buin-bailiff : so soon you must, that's certain, or forswear to wear iron as ever thou seest him, draw; and, as thou drawest, about you. swear horrible; for it comes to pass oft, that a ter. Vio. This is as uncivil, as strange. I beseech von. rible oath, with a swaggering accent sharply twang-do me this courteous office, as to know of the knight ed off, gives manhood more approbation than ever what my offence to him is ; it is something of my proof itself would have earned him. Away. negligence, nothing of my purpose.

Sir And. Nay, let me alone for swearing. Erit. Sir To. I will do so. Signior Fabian, stay you

Sir To. Now will not I deliver his letter : for the by this gentleman till my return. [Exit Sir Toby. behaviour of the young gentleman gives him out to Vio. Fray you, sir, do you know of this matter? be of good capacity and breeding ; his employment Fab. I know, the knight is incensed against you,

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