worth stooping for, there it lies in your eye; if not, be it his that finds it. "

; (Exit. Vio. I left no ring with her: what means this lady? Fortune forbid, my outside have not charm’d her! She made good view of me : indeed, so much, That, sure, methought, her eyes had lost her tongue, For she did speak in starts distractedly. She loves me, sure; the cunning of her passion Invites me in this churlish messenger. None of my lord's ring! why, he sent her none. I am the man ;-if it be so (as 'tis), Poor lady, she were better love a dream. Disguise, I see, thou art a wickedness, Wherein the pregnant * enemy does much. How easy is it, for the proper-false + In women's waxen hearts to set their forms ! . Alas! our frailty is the cause, not we; For, such as we are made of, such we be. How will this fadge I? My master loves her dearly; And I, poor monster, fond as muci on him ; And she, mistaken, seems to dote on me: What will become of this ! As I am man, My state is desperate for my master's love; As I am woman, now alas the day! What thriftless sighs shall poor Olivia breathe ? O time, thou inust untangle this, not I; It is too hard a knot for me to untie. [Exit.

SCENE III.

A room in Olivia's house. Enter Sir Toby Belch and Sir Andrew Ague-cheek.

Sir To. Approach, sir Andrew : not to be a-bed after midnight, is to be up betimes, and diluculo surgere, thou know'st,

Sir And. Nay, by my troth, I know not : but I -know to be up late, is to be up late.

Sir To. A false conclusion; I hate it as an unfilled can : to be up after midnight, and to go to bed then, is early; so that, to go to bed after midnight, is to go to bed betimes. Do not our lives consist of the four elements ?

Sir And. 'Faith, so they say; but, I think, it rather consists of eating and drinking.

Sir To. Thou art a scholar; let us therefore eat and drink.-Marian, I say !- a stoop of wine!

Enter Clown.
Sir And. Here comes the fool, i'faith.

Clo. How now, my hearts? Did you never see the picture of we three* ?

Sir To. Welcome, ass. Now let's have a catch.

Sir And. By my troth, the fool has an excellent breast t. I had rather than forty shillings I had such a leg; and so sweet a breath to sing, as the fool has. In sooth, thou wast in very gracious fooling last night, when thou spokest of Pigrogromitus, of the Vapians passing the equinoctial of Queubus; 'twas very good, i'faith. I sent thee sixpence for thy leman f : hadst it?

Clo. I did impeticos thy gratillity $ ; for Malvolio's nose is no whipstock: my lady has a white hand, and the myrmidons are no bottle-ale houses.

Sir And. Excellent! Why, this is the best fooling, when all is done. Now, a song.

Sir To. Come on; there is sixpence for you: let's have a song.

Sir And. There's a testril of me too: if one knight give a

Clo. Would you have a love-song, or a song of good life?

Sir To. A love-song, a love-song.
Sir And. Ay, ay; I care not for good life.

SONG:
Clo. O mistress mine, where are you roaming?
0, stay and hear ; your true love's coming,

That can sing both high and low :
Trip no further, pretty sweeting ;
Journeys end in lovers' meeting,

Every wise man's son doth know.
Sir And. Excellent good, i'faith!
Sir To. Good, good.

Clo. What is love? 'tis not hereafter ;

Present mirth hath present laughter;

What's to come, is still unsure:
In delay there lies no plenty;
Then come kiss me, sweet-and-twenty,

Youth's a stuff will not endure.

Sir And. A mellifluous voice, as I am true knight.
Sir To. A contagious breath.
Sir And. Very sweet and contagious, i’faith..

Sir To. To hear by the nose, it is dulcet in contagion. But shall we make the welkin dance* indeed? Shall we rouse the night-owl in a catch, that will draw three souls out of one weaver? shall we do that?

Sir And. An you love me, let's do't: I am dog at a catch.

Clo. By'r lady, sir, and some dogs will catch well.

Sir And. Most certain : let our catch be, Thou knave.

Clo. Hold thy peace, thou knave, knight? I shall be constrain’d in't to call thee knave, knight. in

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 shall never begin, if I hold my peace.
Sir And. Good, i'faith! Come, begin.

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[They sing a catch. * Drink till the sky turns round. VOL, I.