tis with him e'en standing water, between boy and. It alone concerns your ear. I bring no nian. He is very well-favour'd, and he speaks joverture of war, no taxation of homage; I hold very fhrewithly; one would think, his mother's the olive in my hand: my words are as full of milk were scarce out of him. peace as matter. Oli. Let him approach: Call in my ge utlewoman. Re-enter Maria. Oli. Yet you began rudely. What are you? [Exit. what would you? Oli. Give me my veil: come, throw it o'er my face; We'll once more hear Orfino's embassy. Enter Viola. Vis. The rudeness, that hath appear'd in me, have I learn'd from my entertainment. What I am, and what I would, are as fecret as maiden-head : to your ears, divinity; to any others, prophanation. Oli. Give us the place alone: [Exit Maria.] Vio. The honourable lady of the houfe, which we will hear this divinity. Now, fir, what is your is the ? Oli. Speak to me, I shall anfwer for her; Your will? text? Vis. Moft fweet Indy, Oli. A comfortable doctrine, and much may be Oli. In his bofom? in what chapter of his bofom? Vio. To answer by the method, in the first of his heart. Vis. Moft radiant, exquifite, and unmatchable faid of it. beauty, I pray you, tell me, if this be the lady of the houfe, for I never faw her: I would be loth to caft away my speech; for, befides that it is excellently well penn'd, I have taken great pains to con it. Good beauties, let me fuftain no fcorn; I am very comptible 1, even to the leaft finifter ulage. Q. Whence came you, fir? Oli. O, I have read it; it is herefy. Have you no more to fay Fio. Good madam, let me fee your face. O. Have you any committion from your lerd to Vio. I can fay little more than I have ftudied, negotiate with my face? you are now out of your and that queftion's out of my part. Good gentle text: but we will draw the curtain, and thew you one, give me modeft affurance, if you be the lady the pisture. Look you, fir, fuch a one I was this of the houfe, that I may proceed in my speech. prefent: Is't not well done? [Caselling. Oli. Are you a comedian ? Vio. Excellently done, if God did all. Vo. No, my profound heart: and yet, by the very fangs of malice, I fwear, I am not that I play.weather. Are you the lady of the houfe? Oli. If I do not ufurp mytelf, I am. Vin. Moft certain, if you are the, you do ufurp yourfelf; for what is yours to bestow, is not yours to referve. But this is from my commiftion: 1 will on with my tpeech in your praife, and then thew you the heart of my melfare. 0%. Come to what is important in 't: I forgive you the praite. Vio. Alas, I took great pains to ftudy it, and 'tis poetical. O. It is the more like to be feign'd; I pray you, keep it in. I heard, you were faucy at my gates, and allowed your approach, rather to wonder at you than to hear you. If you he not mad, be gone; if you have reafon, be brief: 'tis not that time of the moon with me, to make one in fo kipping 2 a dialogue. Mar. Will you hoift fail, fir here lies your way. Vio. No, good fwabber; I am to hull 3 here a little longer. Some mollification for your giant 4, Tweet lady. Oh. Tell me your mind. 1. I am a meilenger. Oh. Sure, you have fome hideous matter to deliver, when the courtesy of it is fo fearful. Speak your office. 1 That is, very fubmiffive. Vie. 'Tis benity truly blent, whofe red and white If you will lead these graces to the grave, Oli. O, fr, I will not be to hard-hearted; I will give out diverfe schedules of my beauty: It fhall be inventoried; and every particle, and utenfil, labell'd to my will; as, item, two lips indifferent red; item, two grey eyes, with lids to them; item, one neck, Jone chin, and fo forth. Were you fent hither to praise 7 me? Vis. I fee you what you are: you are too proud; 6. How does he love me? Vio. With adorations, with fertile tears, love him: Yet I fuppofe him virtuous, know him noble, 2 i. e. wild, frolick, mad. 3 To hull means to drive to and fro upon the water, without fails or rudder. 4 Meaning, her waiting-maid, who was fo eager to pre Vio. If I did love you in my master's flame, Oli. Why, what would you? V. Make me a willow cabin at your gate, [age? Oli. You might do much : What is your pront-) 10. Above my fortunes, yet my ftate is well. Oli. What is your parentage › Thy tongue, thy face, thy limbs, actions, and spirit, Uniefs the maitei were the man.--How now ? Well, let it be. Ant. W SCENE I. The Street. ACT II. Enter Antonio and Sebaftian. fea, was my fifter drown'd. S. 5. A lad, fir, though it was faid the much refembled me, was yet of many accounted beautiful: ILL you ftay no longer? nor will you but, though I could not, with fuch estimable wonnot, that I go with you? der 2, over-far believe that, yet thus far I will not but call for fee is drown'd already, fir, with falt water, though I feem to drown her remem brance again with more. Sb. By your patience, no: my ftars fhine dark-boldly publish her, the bore a mind that envy could ly over me; the malignancy of my fate might, perhaps, diftemper yours; therefore I fhall crave of you your leave, that I may bear my evils alone: It were a bad recompence for your love, to lay any of them on you. Ant. Let me yet know of you, whither you are bound. Seb. No, in footh, fir; my determinate voyage is meer extravagancy. But I perceive in you fo excellent a touch of modefty, that you will not extert from me what I am willing to keep in; therefore it charges me in manners the rather to exprefs myfelf: You must know of me then, Autonio, my name is Sebaftian, which I call'd Rodorigo; my father was that Sebaftian of Meffaline, whom I know you have heard of: he left behind him, myself, and a fifter, both born in an hour: If the heavens had been pleas'd, would we had fo ended! But you, fir, alter'd that; for, fome hour before you took me from the Breach of the Ant. Pardon me, fir, your bad entertainment. Seb. O good Antonio, forgive me your trouble. et. If you will not murther me for my love, let me be your fervant. Seb. If you will not undo what you have done, that is, kill h`m whom you have recover'd, defire it not. Fare ye well at once: my bofom is full of kindaefs; and I am yet fo near the manners of my mother, that upon the leaft occafion more, mine eyes will tell tales of me. I am bound to the count Orfino's court: farewel. [Exit. Ant. The gentlenefs of all the gods go with thee! I That is, to reveal myself. 2 i. e. wonder and eftcem. [Exit. SCENE SCENE II. Enter Viola and Malvolio, at feveral doors. Sir And. Nay, by my troth, I know not: but I know, to be up late, is to be up late. Sir To. A falfe conclufion; I hate it as an un→ Mal. Were not you even now with the coun-fill'd can: To be up after midnight, and to go to tefs Olivia ? Vio. Even now, fir; on a moderate pace I have fuce arrived but hither. Mal. She returns this ring to you, fir; you might have faved me my pains, to have taken it away yourself. She adds moreover, that you should put your lord into a desperate affurance the will none of him: And one thing more; that you be never fo hardy to come again in his affairs, unless it be to report your lord's taking of this. Receive it fo. Vio. She took the ring of me, I'll none of it. Mal. Come, fir, you peevishly threw it to her; and her will is, it fhould be fo return'd: if it be worth ftooping for, there it lies in your eye; if not, be it his that finds it. Vio. I left no ring with her: What means this [Exit. lady? Fortune forbid, my outfide have not charm'd her She loves me, fure: the cunning of her paffion In women's waxen hearts to fet their forms 4! [Exit. Sir To. Approach, Sir Andrew: not to be a-bed after midnight, is to be up betimes; and diluculo furgere, thou know'it, bed then, is early; fo that, to go to bed after mid- rather confifts of eating and drinking. and drink.-Marian, I fay !—a stoop of wine! Enter Clown. 6 Sir And. Here comes the fool, i'faith. Clo. How now, my hearts? Did you never fee the picture of we three? Sir To. Welcome, afs. Now let's have a catch. Sir And. By my troth, the fool has an excellent breaft 7. I had rather than forty fhillings I had fuch a leg, and fo fweet a breath to fing, as the fool has. In footh, thou waft in very gracious fooling last night, when thou (pok'st of Pigrogromitus, of the Vapians paffing the equinoctial of Queubus; 'twas very good, 'faith. I fent thee fixpence for thy leman; Had'ft it? Clo. I did impeticoat thy gratuity; for Mal:olio's nofe is no whip-itock: My lady has a white hand, and the Myrmidons are no bottle-ale houfes. Sir ind. Excellent! Why, this is the beft fooling, when all is done. Now, a fong. Sir I. Come on; there is fix-pence for you: let's have a fong. Sir And. There's a teftril of me too: if one knigot give a Ch. Would you have a love-fong, or a song of good life 9 ? Sir To. A love-fong, a love-fong. Sir And. Ay, ay; I care not for good life. O mifirefs mine, where are you roaming? Every wife man's fon doth know. Clo. What is love? 'tis not hereafter; In delay there lies no plenty; 1 That is, her tongue was talking of the duke, while her eyes were gazing on his messenger. 2 Pregnant means dextrous, or ready. "Viola has been condemning thole who difguife themfelves, becaufe Olivia had fallen in love with 3 Mr. Steevens thus happily explains this obfcure pallage: a fpecious appearance. How cafy is it, fhe adds, for thofe who are at once proper (i. e. fair in their appearance) and falfe, fi. e. deceitful) to make an impreffion on the hearts of women? - The proper falje is certainly a lefs elegant expreffion than the fair deceiver, but feems to mean the fame thing: a proper man, was the ancient phrafe for a handsome man.' their images; i. e. to make an impreffion on their cafy minds. 4 To fet their forms means, to plant 5 To fouge, is to fuit, to fit. i. e. a cup. to the bon vivant of the French, from which the phrafe feems to be adopted. fweet and twenty is a phrate of endearment. 7 i. e. voice. 8 i. e. thy miftrefs. 9 Meaning probably a jolly or merry fong, agreeably 10 In fome counties Sir Sir And. A mellifluous voice, as I am a true lady bade me tell you, that, though fhe harbours knight. Sir To. A contagious breath. you as her kinfman, the's nothing ally'd to your diforders. If you can feparate yourself and your mifdemeanors, you are welcome to the houfe; if not, an it would please you to take leave of her, she is very willing to bid you farewel. Sir And. Very (weet and contagious, i'faith. Sir. To. To hear by the note, it is dulcet in contagion. But fhall we make the welkin dance indeed? Shall we rouze the night-owl in a catch,| that will draw three fouls 2 out of one weaver?gone. fhall we do that? Sir And. An you love me, let's do't: I am a dog at a catch. Clo. By 'r lady, fir, and fome dogs will catch well. Si And. Mott certain: let our catch be,Thou knave. Clo. Hold thy peace, thou knave, krught I fhall be conftrain'd in't to call thee knave, knight. Sir And. 'Tis not the first time I have constrain'd one to call me knave. Begin, fool; it begins, Hold thy peace. Clo. I fhall never begin, if I hold my peace. Enter Maria. Sir To. Farewel, dear heart, fince I muft needs be Mal. Nay, good fir Toby. Clo. His eyes do fhew his days are almoft dent Sir To. But I will never die. [Singing. Sir To. Shall I bid him go, and spare not? Clo. O no, no, no, no, you dare not. Sir To. Out o' tune, fir, ye lie.. -Art any more than a fteward? Doft thou think, becaufe thou art [They fing a catch. virtuous, there fhall be no more cakes and a'e 19? Clo. Yes, by Saint Anne; and ginger thall be hot the mouth too. Mar. What a catterwauling do you keep here?i' If my lady have not call'd up her iteward, Malvolio, and bid him turn you out of doors, never truft me. Sir To. My lady's a Cataian 3, we are politicians; Malvolio's a Peg-a Ramity 4, and Three marry men be wes. Am not I confanguineous? am I not of her blood? Singing. Sir To. Thou'rt i' the right.- -Go, fir, rub your chain with crums :-A floop of wine, Maria! Mal. Miltrels Mary, if you priz'd my lady's favour at any tinng more than contempt, you would not give means for this uncivil rule 12; the fhall know of it, by this hand. [Exit. Mar. Go thake your ears. Sir And. 'Twere as good a deed, as to drink when a man's a hungry, to challenge him to the Clo. Behrew me, the knight's in admirable field; and then to break promife with him, and fooling. make a fool of him. Sir And. Ay, he does well enough, if he be difpos'd, and to do I too; he does it with a better grace, but I do it more natural. Sir Ta. 0,the twelfth day of December,—[Singing.] Enter Malvclio. Mal. My mafters, are you mad? or what are you? Have you no wit, manners, nor honefty, but to gabble like tinkers at this time of night? Do ye make an ale-houfe of my lady's house, that ye fqueak out your coziers catches without any mitigation or remorfe of voice? Is there no respect of place, perions, nor time in you? Sir To. We did keep time, fir, in our catches. Sneck up 9! Sir To. Do't, knight; I'll write thee a challenge; or I'li deliver thy indignation to him by word of mouth. Ma. Sweet Sir Toby, be patient for to-night; fince the youth of the count's was to-day with my· Hady, the's much out of quiet. For monsieur MalVolo, let me alone with him: if I do not gull him into a nayword 13, and make him a common recreation, do not think I have wit enough to lie ftraight in my bed: I know I can do it. Sir To. Pollefs us 14, poffeis us; tell us fomething of him. Mar. Marry, fir, fometimes he is a kind of puritan. Sir And. O, if I thought that, I'd beat him like Mal. Sir Toby, I must be round with you. My a dog. P. 52. 1 That is, drink till the fky feems to turn round. 2 This expreffion of the power of mufick, is familiar with our author. Much ado about Nothing: “Now is ha foul razished. Is it nat strange that Sheep's-guts should hale fouls out of men's bodies ?"-Why he lays three fouls, is, because he is fpeaking of a catch in three parts; and the peripatetic philofophy, then in vogue, very liberally gave every man three fouls; the vegetative or ploflic, the animal, and the rational. 3 A term of reproach. See note 8, 4 The name of a very obfcene old fong. 5 This is a conclufion common to many old fongs. Tilly-valley was an interjection of contempt, in ufe at that time, 7 Lady, lady, is the burthen of the iong, of which Sir Toby was probably reminded, by faying, Tilly valley, lady." A cozir is a taylor, from the French word coudre, to few. 9 Mr. Steevens thinks we thould read Sneak-cup, i. e. one who takes his glafs in a freaking manner; but afterwards adds, that freck the door is a north country expreflion for latch the door. To Alluding to the custom on holidays or faints' days to make cakes in honour of the day; which the Puritans called fuperftition, 11 Stewards formerly wore a chain as a reark of fuperiority over other fervants. 12 i, e, behaviour. 13 i. c. a bye-word, a kind of proverbial reproach." 44 i. e, inform us, tell us. Sir To. What, for being a puritan? thy ex- Now, good Cefario, but that piece of fong, quifite reafon, dear knight? That old and antique fong we heard last night: Sir And. I have no exquifite reafon for't, but I Methought, it did relieve my paffion much; have reafon good enough. Mar. The devil a puritan that he is, or any thing conftantly but a time-pleafer; an affection'd afs, that cons ftate without book, and utters it by great fwarths: the best perfuaded of himself, fo cram'd, as he thinks, with excellencies, that it is his ground of faith, that all, that look on him, love him; and on that vice in him will my revenge find notable caufe to work. Sir To. What wilt thou do? Mar. I will drop in his way fome obfcure epiftles of love; wherein, by the colour of his board, the fhape of his leg, the manner of his gait, the expreffure of his eye, forehead, and complexion, he fhall find himself moft feelingly perfonated: I can write very like my lady, your niece; on a forgotten matter we can hardly make diftinction of our hands. Sir To. Excellent! I fmell a device. Sir To. He fhall think, by the letters that thou wilt drop, that they come from my niece, and that the is in love with him. Mar. My purpofe is, indeed, a horfe of that colour. Sir And. And your horfe now would make him an afs. Mar. Afs, I doubt not. Sir And. O, 'twill be admirable. Mar. Sport royal, I warrant you: I know, my phyfick will work with him. I will plant you two, and let the fool make a third, where he shall find the letter; obferve his construction of it. For this night, to bed, and dream on the event. Farewell. [Exit. Sir To. Good night, Penthefilea 2. Sir And. Before me, fhe's a good wench. More than light airs, and recollected 4 terms, Cur. He is not here, fo please your lordship, that fhould fing it. Duke. Who was it? Cur. Fefte, the jefter, my lord; a fool, that the lady Olivia's father took much delight in: he is about the house. Duke. Seek him out, and play the tune the while. Duke. Thou doft fpeak masterly: Vio. A little, by your favour. Duke. What kind of woman is't? Duke. She is not worth thee, then. What years, Vio. About your years, my lord. Duke. Too old, by heaven; Let ftill the woman take An elder than herfelf; fo wears the to him, Sir To. She's a beagle, true-bred, and one that Than women's are. adores me; What o' that? Sir And. I was ador'd once too. V10. I think it well, my lord. Sir To. Let's to bed, knight.-Thou hadst need Or thy affection cannot hold the bent: fend for more money. Duke. Then let thy love be younger than thyfelf, Sir And. If I cannot recover your niece, I am a foul way out. Sir To. Send for money, knight; if thou haft her not i' the end, call me Cut 3. Sir And. If I do not, never trust me, take it how you will. Sir To. Come, come; I'll go burn fome fack, 'tis too late to go to bed now: come, knight; come, knight. SCENE IV. The Duke's Palace. Enter Duke, Viola, Curio, and others. [Exeunt. Duke. Give me fome musick :—— -Now, good morrow, friends : Being once display'd, doth fall that very hour. To die, even when they to perfection grow! Re-enter Curio, and Clown. Mark it, Cefario; it is old, and plain: Do ufe to chaunt it; it is filly footh 8, Clo. Are you ready, fir? That is, affected. 2 i. e. amazon. 3 Alluding to a cut 4 i. e. ftudied. 5 j. e. fome beauty, or complexion. haps, vacant, or eafy in mind. 8 i. e. it is plain, fimple paft, the times of fimplicity. 6. e. worn out. [Mufick. or curtail dog. See note 1, p. 62. truth. 9 The old age implies the ages 7 Meaning per SONG. |