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Enter Maria. Mar. What a catterwauling do you keep here! If my lady have not called up her steward, Malvolio, and bid him turn you out of doors, never trust me.
Sir To. My lady's a Cataian *, we are politicians; Malvolio's a Peg-a-Ramsey t, and Three merry men we be. Am not I consanguineous ? am not I of her blood ? Tilly-valley I, lady!. There dwelt a man in Babylon, lady, lady?
[Singing. Cio. Beshrew me, the knight's in admirable
fooling and. Ay, he i too ; heura
Sir And. Ay, he does well enough, if he be disposed, and so do I too; he does it with a better grace, but I do it more natural.
Sir To. O, the twelfth day of December,
Mar. For the love o' God, peace.
Enter Malvolio. Mal. My masters, are you nad? or what are you? Have you no wit, manners, nor honesty, but to gabble like tinkers at this time of night? Do you make an alehouse of my lady's house, that ye squeak out your coziers' ß catches without any mitigation or remorse of voice? Is there no respect of place, persons, nor time, in you?
Sir To. We did keep time, sir, in our catches. Sneck up ll.
Mal. Sir Toby, I must be round with you. My lady bade me tell you, that though she harbours you as her kinsman, she's nothing allied to your disorders. If you can separate yourself and your misdemeanors, you are welcome to the house; if not, an it would please you to take leave of her, she is very willing to bid you farewell.
+ Name of an old song. i Equivalent to filly fally, shilly shalty.
$ Coblers. || Hang yourself.
Sir To. Farewell, dear heart, since I must needs be gone.
Mar. Nay, good sir Toby.
Sir To. Out o time? sir, you lie.-Art any more than a steward ? Dost thou think, because thou art virtuous, there shall be no more cakes and ale ?
Clo. Yes, by Saint Anne; and ginger shall be hot i' the mouth too.
Sir To. Thou’rt i' the right.-Go, sir, rub your chain* with crums:-a stoop of wine, Maria!
Mal. Mistress Mary, if you prized my lady's favour at any thing more than contempt, you would not give means for this uncivil rulet; she shall know of it, by this hand.
[Exit. · Mar. Go shake your ears.
Sir And. "Twere as good a deed as to drink when a man's a hungry, to challenge him to the field; and then to break promise with him, and make a fool of him.
Sir To. Do’t, knight; I'll write thee a challenge; or I'll deliver thy indignation to him by word of mouth.
Mar. Sweet sir Toby, be patient for to-night; since the youth of the count's was to-day with my lady, she is much out of quiet. For monsieur Malvolio, let me alone with him : if I do not gull him into a nay-word I, and make him a common recreation, do not think I have wit enough to lie straight in my bed : I know I can do it. * Stewards anciently wore a chain. + Method of life. I Bye-word. Sir To. Possess us *, possess us ; tell us something of him.
Mar. Marry, sir, sometimes he is a kind of Puritan.
Sir And. O, if I thought that, I'd beat him like a dog.
Sir To. What, for being a Puritan? thy exquisite reason, dear knight?
Sir And. I have no exquisite reason for't, but I have reason good enough.
Mar. The devil a Puritan that he is, or any thing constantly but a time-pleaser; an affection'df ass, that cons state without book, and utters it by great swarths f: the best persuaded of himself, so crammed, 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 cause to work.
Sir To. What wilt thou do?
Mar. I will drop in his way some obscure epistles of love; wherein, by the colour of his beard, the shape of his leg, the manner of his gait, the expressure of his eye, forehead, and complexion, he shall find himself most feelingly personated : I can write very like my lady, your niece; on a forgotten matter we can hardly make distinction of our hands.
Sir To. Excellent ! I smell a device.
Sir To. He shall think, by the letters that thou wilt drop, that they come from my niece, and that she is in love with him.
Mar. My purpose is, indeed, a horse of that colour.
Sir And. And your horse now would make him an ass.
Mar. Ass, I doubt not.
Mar. Sport royal, I warrant you : I know, my physic will work with him. I will plant you two, and let the fool make a third, where he shall find the letter; observe his construction of it. For this night, to bed, and dream on the event. Farewell.
[Exit. Sir. To. Good night, Penthesilea *. Sir And. Before me, she's a good wench.
Sir To. She's a beagle, true-bred, and one that adores me ; what o' that?
Sir And. I was adored once too.
Sir To. Let's to bed, knight.-Thou hadst need send for more money,
Sir And. If I cannot recover your niece, I am a foul way out.
Sir To. Send for money, knight; if thou hast her not i' the end, call me Cutt.
Sir And. If I do not, never trust me, take it how you will.
Sir To. Come, come; I'll go burn some sack, 'tis too late to go to bed now; come, knight; come, knight.
Cur. He is not here, so please your lordship, that should sing it. * Amazon.
Duke. Who was it ?
Cur. Feste, the jester, 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.
7 (Exit Curio.-Music. Come hither, boy; If ever thou shalt love, In the sweet pangs of it remember me: For, such as I am, all true lovers are; Unstaid and skittish in all motions else, Save in the constant image of the creature That is belov’d.-How dost thou like this tune?
Vio. It gives a very echo to the seat Where Love is thron'd.. .
Duke. Thou dost speak masterly :
A little, by your favour.
Of your complexion.
I think it well, my lord.
Vio. And so they are : alas, that they are so ; To die, even when they to perfection grow!