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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 say, he would work it out? the cur is excellent at faults.

Mal. A ,—But then there is no consonancy in the sequel; that suffers under probation : A should follow, but o does.

Fab. A nd 0 shall end, I hope.
Sir To. Ay, or I'll cudgel him, and make him cry, 0.
Mal. And then I comes behind.

Fab. Ay, an you had any eye behind you, you might see more detraction at your heels, than fortunes before you.

Mal. M , 0, A, I;—This simulation is not as the former : - and yet, to crush this a little, it would bow to me, for every one of these letters are in my name. Soft; here follows prose.If this fall into thy hand, revolve. In my stars I am above thee; but be not afraid of greatness : Some are born great, some achieve greatness, and some have greatness 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, cast thy humble slough, and appear fresh. Be opposite with a kinsman, surly with servants : let thy tongue tang arguments of state ; put thyself into the trick of singularuy : She thus advises thee, that sighs for thee. Remember who commended thy yellow stockings; and wished to see thee eves, cross-gartered : I say, remember. Go to; thou art made, if thou desirest to be 80; if not, let me see thee a stewaru știll, the fellow of servants, and not worthy to touch fortune 8 fingers. Farewell. She that would alter services with thee, - The fortunate-unhappy.

Day-light and champain discovers not more: this is open.

it be proud, I will read politic authors, I will baffle Sir Toby, I will wash off gross acquaintance, I will be point-device, the very man. I do not now fool myself, to let imagination jade me; for every reason excites to this, that my lady loves me. She did commend my yellow stockings of ate, she did praise my leg being cross-gartered; and in this

e manifests herself to my love, and, with a kind of injunction, drives me to these habits of her liking. I thank my Stars, I am happy. I will be strange, stout, in yellow stockings, and cross-gartered, even with the swiftness of putting 01. Jove and my stars be praised !- Here is yet a postscript. Thou canst not choose but know who I am. If thou

tainest my love, let it appear in thy smiling ; thy smiles the thee well: therefore in my presence still smile, dear weet, I prythee.-Jove, I thank thee.-I will smile; I

O every thing that thou wilt have me. [Exit. Fab. I will not give my part of this sport for a pension of thousands to be paid from the Sophy.

Sir To. I could marry this wench for this device.
Sir And. So could I too.

Sir To. And ask no other dowry with her, but such another jest.

Enter MARIA.
Sir And. Nor I neither.
Fab. Here comes my noble gull-catcher.
Sir To. Wilt thou set thy foot o' my neck ?
Sir And. Or o' mine either?

Sir To. Shall I play my freedom at tray-trip, and become thy bond-slave?

Sir And. I'faith, or I either?

Sir To. Why, thou hast put him in such a dream, that, when the image of it leaves him, he must run mad.

Mar. Nay, but say true; does it work upon him?
Sir To. Like aqua-vitæ with a midwife.

Mar. If you will then see the fruits of the sport, mark his first approach before my lady: he will come to her in yellow stockings, and 'tis a color she abhors; and cross-gartered, a fashion she detests; and he will smile upon her, which will now be so unsuitable to her disposition, being addicted to a melancholy as she is, that it cannot but turn him into a notable contempt: if you will see 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. Olivia's Garden.
Enter Viola, and Clown with a Tabor.
Vio. Save thee, friend, and thy music: Dost thou live
by thy tabor ?

Clo. No, sir, I live by the church.
Vio. Art thou a churchman ?

Clo. No such matter, sir; I do live by the church: for I do live at my house, and my house doth stand by the church.

Vio. So thou may'st say, the king lives by a beggar, if a

Olivia's has no bols are in

beggar du ell near him; or, the church stands by thy tabor, if thy tabor stand by the church.

Clo. Y o u have said, sir.— To see this age! — A sentence is but a chreveril glove to a good wit; how quickly the wrong side may b e turned outward!

l'io.' N a y, that's certain; they, that dally nicely with words,

may quickly make them wanton. C'lo. I could, therefore, my sister had had no name, sir. T'io. V hy, man?

Clo. V by, sir, her name's a word; and to dally with that word, might make my sister wanton : But, indeed, words are very rascals, since bonds disgraced them.

I'io. Thy reason, man ?

Clo. Troth, sir, I can yield you none without words; and words are grown so false, I am loath to prove reason with thein,

l'io. I w arrant, thou art a merry fellow, and carest for nothing.

Clo. Not so, sir; I do care for something: but in my conscience, sir, I do not care for you; if that be to care for nothing, sir, I would it would make you invisible.

1'10. A rt not thou the lady Olivia's fool ?

Clo. No, indeed, sir ; the lady Olivia has no folly: she will keep no fool, sir, till she be married; and fools are as like husbands, as pilchards are to herrings; the husband's the bigger ; I am, indeed, not her fool, but her corrupter of words.

l'io. I saw thee late at the count Orsino's.

Clo: Foolery, sir, does walk about the orb, like the sun; it shines every where. I would be sorry, sir, but the fool should be as oft with your master, as with my mistress: 1 think I saw your wisdom there.

10. Nav, an thou pass upon me, I'll no more with thee. Hold, there's expenses for thee.

How Jove, in his next commodity of hair, send thee a beard?

110. By my troth, I'll tell thee; I am almost sick for one ; though I would not have it grow on my chin. Is thy lady within ?

Would not a pair of these have bred, sir ?
Les, being kept together, and put to use.

Would play lord Pandarus of Phrygia, sir, to bring a Cressida to this Troilus. T'io. I understand

ht, understand you, sir; 'tis well begged. 19. The matter, I hope, is not great, sir, begging but a beggar;, Cressida was a beggar. My lady is within, sir.

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I will construe to them whence you come ; who you are, and what you would, are out of my welkin; I might say, element; but the word is over-worn.

: [Erit.
Vio. This fellow's wise enough to play the fool;
And to do that well, craves a kind of wit :
He must observe their mood on whom he jests,
The quality of persons, and the time;
And, like the haggard, check at every feather
That comes before his eye. This is a practice,
As full of labor as a wise man's art:
For folly, that he wisely shows, is fit;
But wise men, folly-fallen, quite taint their wit.
Enter Sir Topy Belch and Sir ANDREW AGUECHEEK,

Sir To. Save you, gentleman.
Vio. And you, sir.
Sir And. Dieu vous garde, monsieur.
Vio. Et vous aussi ; votre serviteur.
Sir And. I hope, sir, you are; and I am yours.

Sir To. Will you encounter the house? my niece is desirous you should enter, if your trade be to her.

Vio.. I am bound to your niece, sir: I mean, she is the list of my voyage.

Sir To. Taste your legs, sir, put them to motion. Vio. My legs do better understand me, sir, than I understand what you mean by bidding me taste my legs.

Sir To. I mean, to go, sir, to enter.

Vio. I will answer you with gait and entrance : but we are prevented.

Enter OLIVIA and Maria. Most excellent accomplished lady, the heavens rain odors on you !

Sir And. That youth's a rare courtier! Rain odors ! well.

Vio. My matter hath no voice, lady, but to your own most pregnant and vouchsafed ear.

Sir And. Odors, pregnant, and vouchsafed :—I'll get 'em all three ready.

Oli. Let the garden door be shut, and leave me to my hearing

[Exeunt SiR TOBY, Sin ANDREW, and MARIA. Give me your hand, sir.

Vio. My duty, madam, and most humble service.
Oli. What is your name?
Vio. Cesario is your servant's name, fair princess!

Oli. Mly servant, sir! 'Twas never merry world,
Since lowly feigning was called compliment;
You are servant to the count Orsino, youth.

l'io. A nd he is yours, and his must needs be yours; Your servant's servant is your servant, madam.

Oli. F or him, I think not on him: for his thoughts, 'Would they were blanks, rather than filled with me!

l'io. ladam, I come to whet your gentle thoughts On his

b ehalf: Oli.

. O, by your leave, I pray you;
I bade y ou never speak again of him :
But, would you undertake another suit,
I had rather hear you to solicit that,
Than m usic from the spheres.
I'io.

Dear lady,-
Oli. G ive me leave, 'beseech you: I did send,
After the last enchantment you did here,
A ring in chase of you; so did I abuse
Myself, m y servant, and, I fear me, you:
Under your hard construction must I sit,
To force that on you, in a shameful cunning,
Which you knew none of yours: what might you think?
Have you not set mine honor at the stake,
And baited it with all the unmuzzled thoughts
That tyrannous heart can think? To one of your receiving
Enough is shown; a cyprus, not a bosom,
Hides my poor heart: so let me hear you speak.

Vio. I pity you.
Oh. That's a degree to love. •

V 1. N o, not a grise ; for 'tis a vulgar proof,
That very oft we pity enemies.
Mh.,

W hy, then, methinks, 'tis time to smile again;
O world, how apt the poor are to be proud !
If one should be a prey, how much the better
To fall before the lion, than the wolf?

[Clock strikes. The clock upbraids me with the waste of time. — Be not afraid, good youth, I will not have you: And yet, when wit and youth is come to harvest, Your wife is like to reap a proper man: There lies your way, due west. Vio.

Then westward-hoe: Grace and good disposition ’tend your ladyship!

thing, madam, to my lord by me?

Oli. Stay:

I prythee, tell me what thou think'st of me.

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