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Ma. Having been three months married to her,l. Mal. M, O, A, I, doth sway my life.-Nay, but sitting in my state,'

first, let me see,

let me see, -let me see. Sir To. O, for a stone-bow, to hit him in the eye! Fab. What a dish of poison has she dressed him! Mal. Calling my officers about me, in my branch. Sir To. And with what wing the stannyel ed velvet gown having come from a day-bed, checks at it! where I let Olivia sleeping.

Mal. I may command where I alore. Why, she Sir To. Fire and brimstone !

may command me; I serve her, she is my lady. Fab. O, peace, peace!

Why, this is evident to any formal capacity. There Mal. And then to have the humour of state : is no obstruction in this ;- And the end, -What and after a demure travel of regard,--telling them, should that alphabetical position portend ? if 1 I know my place, as I would they should do their's could make that resemble something in me, -to ask for my kinsman Toby:

Softly! M, 0, A, I. Sir To. Bolts and shackles!

Sir To. 'O,'ay! make up that:-he is now at a Fab. O, peace, peace, peace! now, now. cold scent.

Mal. Seven of my people, with an obedient start, Fab. Sowter will cry upon't, for all this, though make out for him: 'I frown the while; and, per- it be as rank as a fox. chance, wind up my watch, or play with some rich Mal. M-Malvolio ;-M-why, that begins my jewel. Toby approaches; court'sies there to me: name. Sir To. Shall this fellow live?

Fab. Did not I say, he would work it out? the Fab. Though our silence be drawn from us with cur is excellent at faults. cars, yet peace.

Mal. M.-But then there is no consonancy in Mal. I extend my hand to him thus, quenching the sequel; that suffers under probation : M should my familiar smile with an austere regard of control: follow, but o does.

Sir To. And does not Toby take you a blow o' Fab. And 0 shall end, I hope. the lips then ?

Sir To. Ay, or I'll cudgel him, and make him Mal. Saying, Cousin Toby, my fortunes having cry, o. cast me on your niece, give me this prerogative of Mal. And then I comes behind ; speech :

Fab. Ay, an you had an eye behind you, you Sir To. What, what?

might see more detraction at your heels, than sora Mal. You must amend your drunkenness. tunes before you. Sir To. Out, scab!

Mal. M, 0, A, 1;-This simulation is not as Fab. Nay, patience, or we break the sinews of the former :-and yet, to crush this a little, it would our plot.

bow to me, for every one of these letters are in my Mal. Besides, you waste the treasure of your name. Sort! here follows prose. If this fall into time with a foolish knight;

thy hand, revolve. In my stars I am above thee / Sir And. That's me, I warrant you.

but be not afraid of greatness. Some are born Mal. One sir Andrew :

great, some achieve grealness, and some have greal Sir And. I knew, 'twas I; for many do call me ness thrust upon them. Thy fates open their sool.

hands ; let thy blood and spirit embrace them. Mal. What employment have we here?

And, to inure Thyself to what thou art like to be,

[Taking up the letter. cast thy humble slough,' and appear fresh. Be wpa Fab. Now is the woodcock near the gin. posite icilh a kinsman, surly uith servants : let thy

Sir Te. 0, peace! and the spirit of humours longue lang arguments of stale; pul thyself into intimate reading aloud to him !

the trick of singularity: She thus advises thee, Mal. By my life, that is my lady's hand : these that sighs for thee. Remember who commended be her very C's, her U's, and her T's; and thus thy yellow stockings; and wished to see thee ever makes she her great P's. It is, in contempt of cross-gartered : I say remember. Go to; thou art question, her hand.

made it thou desirest to be so; if not, let me see Sir And. Her C's, her U's, and her T's, Why thee a steward still, the fellow of servants, and not that?

worthy to touch fortune's fingers. Farewell. She Mal. (reads] To the unknown beloved, this, and that would aller services with thee, my good wishes : her very phrases ! By your leave,

The forlunate-unhappy; wax.-Soft!--and the impressure her Lucrece, Day light and champain discovers not more: this with which she uses to seal : 'tis my lady: To is open. I will be proud, I will read politic authors, whom should this be?

I will baffle sir Toby,' I will wash off gross acFab. This wins him, liver and all.

quaintance, I will be point-de-vice,' the very man. Mal. (reads) Jove knows, I love :

I do not now fool myself, to let imagination jade But who?

me; for every reason excites to this, that my lady Lips do not move,

loves me. She did commend my yellow stockings of No man must know.

late, she did praise my leg being cross-gartered ; and No man must knowo.-What follows !--the numbers in this she manifests herself to my love, and, with altered !-No man must know :--if this should be a kind of injunction, drives me to these habits of thee, Malvolio?

her liking. I thank my stars, I am happy. I will Sir To. Marry, hang thee, brock !!

be strange, stout, in yellow stockings, and crosse Mal. 1 may command, where I adore :

gartered, even with the swiftness of putting on. But silence, like a Lucrece knife, Jove, and my stars be praised ! Here is yet a postWith bloodless stroke my heart doth gore ; script. Thou canst not choose hul knoro who I am. M, O, A, I, doth sway my life.

If thou entertainest my love, let it appear in thy Fab. A fustian riddle! Sir To. Excellent wench, say I.

smiling ; thy smiles become thee well : therefore in my presence still smile, dear my sweet, I prythee.

(1) State-chair.
(2) Couch.

(6) Name of a hound. (7) Skin of a snake. (3) Badger. (4) Hawk. (5) Flies at it. (8) Open country. (9) Utmost exactness.


Jove, I'thank thee. I will smile; I will do everyi Pio. I warrant, thou art a merry fellow, and thing that thou wilt have me.

(Erii. carest for nothing. Fab. I will not give my part of this sport for a Clo. Not so, sir, I do care for something: but pension of thousands to be paid from the Sophy., in my conscience, sir, I do not care for you, if that

Sir To. I could marry this wench for this de- be to care for nothing, sir, I would it would make vice.

you invisible. Sir And. So could I too.

Vio. Art not thou the lady Olivia's fool ? Sir To. And ask no other dowry with her, but Clo. No, indeed, sir; the lady Olivia has no such another jest.

folly: she will keep no fool, sir, till she be married ;

and fools are as like husbands, as pilchards are to Enter Maria.

herrings, the husband's the bigger; I am, indeed,

not her fool, but her corrupter of words. Sir And, Nor I neither.

Vio. I saw thee late at the count Orsino's. Fab. Here comes my noble gull-catcher. Clo. Foolery, sir, does walk about the orb, like Sir To. Wilt thou set thy foot o' my neck ?

the sun; it shines every where. I would be sorry, Sir And. Or o' mine either?

sir, but the fool should be as oft with your master, Sir To. Shall I play my freedom at tray-trip,' as with my mistress: I think, I saw your wisdom and become thy bond-slave ?

there. Sir Jud. I'raith, or I either.

Vio. Nay, an thou pass upon me, I'll no more Sir To. Why, thou hast put him in such a dream, with thce. Hold, there's expenses for thee. that, when the image of it leaves him, he must run Clo. Now Jove, in his next commodity of hair, mad.

send thee a beard! Mar. Nay, but say true; docs it work upon him? Sir To. Like aqua-vitæ with a midwife.

Vio. By my troth, I'll tell thee; I'am almost

sick for one; though I would not have it grow on Mar. If you will then see the fruits of the sport, my chin. Is thy lady within ? mark his first approach before ruy lady: he will Clo. Would not a pair of these have bred, sir ? come to her in yellow stockings, and 'tis a colour she abbors; and cross-gartered, a fashion she de

Vio. Yes, being kept together, and put to use.

Clo. I would play lord Pandarusa ot' Phrygia, sir, tests; and he will smile upon her, which will now to bring a Cressida to this Troilus. be so unsuitable to her disposition, being addicted

Vio. I understand you, sir; 'lis well begg'd. to a melancholy as she is, that it cannot but turn hiin into a notable contempt: if you will see it, ging but a beggar; Cressida was a beggar. My

Clo. The matter, 1 hope, is not great, sir, beg. follow me,

lady is within, sır. 'I will construe to them whence Sir To. To the gates of Tartar, thou most exccl- you come: who you are, and what you would, are lent devil of wit! Sir hud. I'll make one too.

[Exeunt. word is over-worn.
out of my welkin: I might say, clement; but the

[Eril. Vio. This fellow's wise enough to play the fool;

And, to do that well, craves a kind of wit:

He inust observe their mood on whom he jests,

The quality of persons, and the time; SCENE I.—Olivia's Garden. Enter Viola, and And, like ihe haggard, check at every feather Clown with a tabor.

That comes before his eye. This is a practice,

As full of labour as a wise man's art: Vio. Save thee, friend, and thy music: Dost For folly, that he wisely shows, is fit; thon live by thy tabor ?

But wise men, folly-lallen, quite taint their wit. Clo. No, sir, I live by the church.

Enter Sir Toby Belch and Sir Andrew AgueVio. Art thou a churchman ?

check. Clo. No such matter, sir; I do live by the church: for I do live at my house, and my house Sir To. Save you, gentleman. doth stand by the church.

Vio. And you, sir. Vio. So thou may'st say, the king lies by a beg- Sir And. Dieu vous garıle, monsieur. gar, if a beggar dwell near him: or, the church Vio. El vous aussi : votre serriteur. stands by thy tabor, if thy tabor stand by the Sir And. I hope, sir, you are; and I am yours. church.

Sir To. Will you encounter the house ? my Clo. You have said, sir.-To see this age !--Aniece is desirous you should enter, if your trade be sentence is but a cheveril glove to a good wit ; to her. How quickly the wrong side may be turned out- Vio. I am bound to your niece, sir: I mean, she ward!

is the list of my voyage. Vio. Nay, that's certain; they, that dally nicely Sir To. Taste your legs, sir, put them to motion. with words, may quickly make them wanton. Vio. My legs do better understand me, sir, than

Clo. I would therefore, my sister had had no I understand what you mean by bidding me taste name, sir.

my legs. Vio. Why, man?

Sir To. I mean, to go, sir, to enter. Clo. Why, sir, her name's a word; and to dally Vio. I will answer you with gait and entrance: with that word, might make my sister wanton: (But we are prevented. But, indeed, words are very rascals, since bonds disgraced them.

Enter Olivia and Maria. Vio. Thy reason, man? Clo. Troth, sir, I can yield you none without Most excellent accomplished lady, the heavens rain words; and words are grown so false, I am loath odours on you!

Sir And. That youth's a rare courtier! Rain to prove reason with thein.

odours ! well.
(1) A boy's diversion three and tip.

(1) See the play of Troilus and Cressida.
(2) Dwells.
(3) Kid.

(5) A hawk not well trained. (6) Bound, limit.


Via My matter hath no voice, lady, but to your A murd'rous guilt shows not itself more soon own most pregnant' and vouchsaled ear.

Than love that would seem hid: love's night is noon. Sir And. Odour's, pregnant, and vouchsafed :-Cesario, by the roses of the spring, I'll get 'em all three ready.

By maidhood, honour, truth, and every thing, Oli. Let the garden door be shut, and leave me I love thee so, that, maugres all thy príde, to my hearing.

Nor wit, nor reason, can my passion hide. (Exeunt Sir Toby, Sir Andrew, and Maria. Do not extort thy reasons from this clause, Give me your hand, sir.

For, that I woo, thou therefore hast no cause; Pio. My duty, madam, and most humble service. But, rather, reason thus with reason fetter: Oli. What is your name?

Love sought is good, but given unsought, is better. Vio. Cesario is your servant's name, fair princess. Vio. By innocence I swear, and by my youth, Oli. My servant, sir! 'Twas never merry world, I have one heart, one bosom, and one truth, Since lowly feigning was call'd compliment : And that no woman has ; nor never none You are servant to the count Orsino, youth. Shall inistress be of it, save I alone. Fio. And he is yours, and his must needs be And so adieu, good madam ; never more yours;

Will I my master's tears to you deplore. Your servant's servant is your servant, madam. Oli. Yet come again: for thou, perhaps, may'st

Oli. For him, I think not on him: for his thoughts, Would they were blanks, rather than fill?d with me! That heart, which now abhors, to like his love. l'io. Madam, I come to whet your gentle thoughts

[Ereunt. On his behalt :Oli.

0, by your leave, I pray you ; SCENE II.-A Room in Olivia's house. Enter I bade you never speak again of him:

Sir Toby Belch, Sir Andrew Ague-cheek, and But, would you undertake another suit,

I had rather hear you to solicit that,
Than music from ihe spheres.

Sir And. No, faith, I'll not stay a jot longer. T'io.

Dear lady,

Sir To. Thy reason, dear venom, give thy reaOli. Give me leave, I beseech you: I did send,

son. Alter the last enchantment you did here,

Fab. You must need yield your reason, sir An

drew. A ring in chase of you; so did I abuse Myseli , my servant, and, I fear me, you:

Sir And. Marry, I saw your nicce do more faLöker vour hard construction must I sit,

vours to the count's serving-man, than cver she To foree that on you, in a shameful cunning,

bestowed upon me; I saw't I the orchard. Which you knew none of yours: What might you tell me that.

Sir To. Did she sec thce the while, old boy ? think? Have you not set minc honour at the stake,

Sir And. As plain as I see you now. And baited it with all the unmuzzled thoughts

Fab. This was a great argument of love in hor

toward you. That tyrannous heart can think? To one of your

Sir And. 'Slight! will you make an ass o' me? receiving? Enough is shown ; a cyprus, not a bosom,

Fab. I will prove it legitimate, sir, upon the Hides my poor heart: So let me hear you speak.

oaths of judgment and reason.

Sir To. And they have been grand jury-men, Oli. That's a degree to love.

since before Noah was a sailor. Vio. No, not a grise ;' for 'tis a vulgar proof,

Fab. She did show favour to the youth in your That very oft we pity enemies.

sight, only to exasperate you, to awake your dorOli. Why, then, methinks, 'tis time to smile mouse valour, to put fire in your heart, and brim

stone in your liver: You should then have accosted O world, how apt the poor are to be proud!

and with some excellent jest, fire-new from love should be a prey, how much the better

the mint, you should have banged the youth into To fall before the lion, than the wolf?

duinbness. This was looked for at your hand, and

(Clock strikes. this was baulked: the double gilt of this opporThe clock upbraids me with the waste of time.

tunity you let time wash off, and you are now sailid Be not afraid, good youth, I will not have you :

into the north of my lady's opinion; where you will And yet, when wit and youth is come to harvesi, hang like an icicle on a Dutchman's beurd, unless Your wife is like to reap a proper man:

you do redeem it by some laudable attempt, either Thrre lies your way, due west.

of valour, or policy. Pio, Then westward-hoe :

Sir And. And't be any way, it must be with Grace

, and good disposition ’tend your ladyship! valour ; for policy I hate : I had as lief be a You'll nothing, madam, to my lord by me?

Brownist, as a politician.

Sir To. Why then, build mc thy fortunes upon 1 prythee, tell me, what thou think'st of me.

the basis of valour. ' Challenge mc the count's Fio. That you do think, you are not what you youth to fight with him ; hurt him in eleven places ;

my niece shall take note of it: and assure thyself, 0l. If I think so, I think the same of you.

there is no love-broker in the world can more preVio. Then think you right; I am not what I am. vail in man's commendation with woman, than reOli

. I would, you were as I would have you be! port of valour. Vio. Would it be better, madam, than I am,

Fab. There is no way but this, sir Andrew. I wish it might; for now I am your fool.

Sir And. Will either of you bear me a chal. Oli, 0, what's deal of scorn looks beautiful

lenge to him? In the contempt and anger of his lip!

Sir To. Go, write it in a martial hand; be

curse and brief; it is no matier how witty, so it be (0) Ready. (2) Ready apprehension. (3) Siep.

(5) Separatists in queen Elizabeth's reign. (1) In spite of.

(6) Crabbed.

Fio. I pity you.

again :


Oli. Stay:



eloquent, and full of invention: taunt him with, Seb. I am not weary, and 'tis long to night; the license of ink: is thou thou'st him some thrice, I pray you, let us satisfy our eyes it shall not be amiss; and as many lies as will lie With the memorials, and the things of fame, in thy sheet of paper, although the sheet were big That do renown this city. enough for the bed of' Ware in England, set 'em


Would, you'd pardon me; down; go, about it. Let there be gall enough in I do not without danger walk these streets : thy ink; though thou write with a goose-pen, no once, in a sea-fight, 'gainst the count his galleys, matter; About it,

I did some service; of such note, indeed, Sir And, Where shall I find you ?

That, were I ta'en here, it would scarce be anSir To, We'll call thee at the cubiculo :: Go.

swer'd. (Exit Sir Andrew. Seb. Belike, you slew great number of his people, Fab, This is a dear manikin to you, sir Toby. Ant, The offence is not of such a bloody nature;

ir To, I have been dear to him, lad; some Albeit the quality of the time, and quarrel, tivo thousand strong or so.

Might well have given us bloody argument, Fab. We shall have a rare letter from him : but It might have since been answerd in repaying you'll not deliver it,

What we took from them; which, for iraffic sake, Sir To. Never trust me then; and by all means Most of our city did: only myself stood out: stir on the youth to an answer,' I think, oxen and For which, if I be lapsed in this place, wainropeso cannot hale them together. For An- I shall pay dear. drew, if he were opened, and you find so much Seb.

Do not then walk too open. blood in his liver as will clog the foot of a flea, I'll Ant. It doth not fit me. Hold, sir, here's my eat the rest of the anatomy,

purse; Fab, And his opposite, the youth, bears in his In the south suburbs, at the Elephant, visage no great presage of cruelty,

Is best to lodge: I will bespeak our diet,

Whiles you beguile the time, and feed your knowe Enter Maria,

ledge, Sir To, Look, where the youngest wren of nine with viewing of the town; there shall you have me. comes,

Seb. Why I your purse? Mar. If you desire the spleen, and will laugh Ant. Haply, your eye shall light upon some toy yourselves into stitches, follow me: yon' gull Mal- You have desire to purchase ; and your store, volio is turned heathen, a very renegado ; for there I think, is not for idle markets, sir, is no Christian, that means to be saved by believing Seb. I'll be your purse-bearer, and leave you for rightly, can ever beļieve such impossible passages An hour. of grossness, He's in yellow stockings,

Ant. To the Elephant.Sir To. And cross-gartered ?

I do remember. Mar, Most villanously; like a pedant that keeps

(Exeunt, A school i' the church.- I have dogged him, like his murderer: he does obey every point of the letter SCENE IV.-Olivia's Garden, Enter Olivia that I dropped to betray him. He does smile his

and Maria. faqe into more lines, than are in the new map, with The augmentation of the Indies ; you have not seen How shall I feast him ? what bestow on him?

Oli. I have sent after him: He says, he'll come; such a thing as 'tis ; I can hardly forbear hurling. things at him, I know, my lady will strike him; if

For youth is bought more oft, than begg'd, or bor,

row'd. she do, he'll smile, and take't for a great favour. Şir To, Come, bring us, bring us where he is. I speak too loud.

Where is Malvolio ?-he is sad, and civil, (Exeunt.

And suits well for a seryant with my fortunes ; SCENE III.-- street, Enter Antonio and Se. Where is Malvolio ? bastian,


He's coming, madam; Seb. I would not, by my will, have troubled you ;

But in strange manner. He is sure possess'd. But, since you make your pleasure of your pains,

Oli. Why, what's the matter ? does he rave ? I will no further chide you.


No, madam, Anl, I could not stay behind you ; my desire,

He does nothing but smile : your ladyship More sharp than filed steel, did spur me forth;

Were best have guard about you, if he come; And not all love to see you (though so much,

For, sure, the man is tainted in his wits, As might have drawn one to a longer voyage,)

Oli, Go call him hither. I'm as mad as he, But jealousy what might befall your travel,

If sad and merry madness equal be.
Being skilless in these parts; which to a stranger,

Enter Malvolio.
Unguided, and unfriended, often prove
Rough and unhospitable: my willing love How now, Malvoljo ?
The rather by these arguments of fear,

Mal. Sweet lady, ho, ho ! [Smiles fantastically, Şet forth in your pursuit.

Oli, Smil'st thou? Seb,

My kind Antonio, I sent for thee upon a sad' occasion. I can no other answer make, but, thanks,

Mal. Sad, lady? I could be sad: this does make And thanks, and ever thanks: Osen good turns some obstruction in the blood, this cross-gartering ? Are shuffled off with such uncurrent pay: but what of that, if it pleases the eye of one, it is But, were my worth, as is my conscience, firm, with me as the very true sonnet is: Please one and You should find better dealing. What's to do?'

please all. Shall we go see the reliques of this town?

Oli. Why, how dost thou, man? what is the matAnt. To-morrow, sir; best, first, go see your ter with thee ? lodging,

Mal, Not black in my mind, though yellow in (1) In Hertfordshire, which held forty persons. (4) Wealth (5) Caught. 12) Chamber. (3) Wagon ropes.

16) Grave and demure, (7) Grave,

my legs: It did come to his hands, and commands Mal. Go off; I discard you ; let me enjoy my shall be executed. I think, we do'know the sweet private; go oft

. Roman hand.

Mar. Lo, how hollow the fiend speaks within Oli. Wilt thou go to bed, Malvolio ?

him! did I not tell you ?-Sir Toby, my lady Nal. To bed ? ay, sweet-heart; and I'll come prays you to have a care of him. to thee.

Nal. Ah, ha! does she so ? Oli. God comfort thee! Why dost thou smile so, Sir To. Go to, go to; peace, peace, we must deal and kiss thy hand so oft?

gently with him; let me alone. How do you, MalMar. How do you, Malvolio ?

volio? how is't' with you? What, man! defy the Mol. At your request ? Yes; nightingales an- devil : consider, he's an enemy to mankind. swer daws.

Mal. Do you know what you say? Mar. Why appear you with this ridiculous bold- Mar. La you, an you speak ill of the devil, how nese before my lady?

he takes it at heart! Pray God, he be not beMal. Be not afraid of greatness :-'Twas well witched ! writ.

Fab. Carry his water to the wise woman. Oli. What mcanest thou by that, Malvolio ? Mar. Marry, and it shall be done to-morrow Mal. Some are born greal,

morning, if I live. My lady would not lose him Oli, Ha?

for more than I'll say: Mal. Some achieve grealness,

Mal. How now, mistress ? Oli. What say'st thou?

Mar. 0 lord ! Mal. And some have greatness thrust upon them. Sir To. Pr’ythee, hold thy peace ; this is not the Oli. Heaven restore ihee!

way: Do you not see, you move him? let me alone Mal. Remember who commended thy yellovo with him. stockings ;

Fab. No way but gentleness; gently, gently: Oli. Thy yellow stockings ?

the fiend is rough, and will not be roughly used. Mal. And wished to see Thee cross-gartered. Sir To. Why, how now, my bawcock ?how Oli. Cross-gartered?

dost thou, chuck ? Mal. Go to: thou art maile, if thou desirest to Mal. Sir ?

Sir To. Ay, Biddy, come with me. What, man! Oli. Am I made ?

'tis not for gravity to play at cherry-pits with SaMal. Įf not, let me see thee a serrant still. tan: Hang him, foul collier ! Oli. Why, this is very midsummer madness.' Mar. Get him to say his prayers ; good sir Toby,

get him to pray. Enter Servant.

Mal. My prayers, minx ? Ser. Madam, the young gentleman of the count Mar. No, I warrant you, he will not hear of Orsino's is returned; I could hardly entreat him godliness. back; he attends your ladyship's pleasure, Mal. Go, hang yourselves all! you are idle,

Oli. I'll come to him. [Exit Servant.] Good shallow things: I am not of your element ; you Maria, let this fellow be looked to. Where's my shall know more hereafter.

[Exil. cousin Toby? Let some of my people have a spe

Sir To. Is't possible! eial care of him; I would not have him miscarry Fab. If this were played upon a stage now, I for the half of my dowry. (Exit Olivia and Mar. could condemn it as an improbable fiction.

Mal. Oh, ho do you come near me now ? no Sir To. His very genius hath taken the infection Forse man than sir Toby to look to me? This con- of the device, man. eurs directly with the letter: she sends him on pur- Mar. Nay, pursue him now ; lest the device, pose, that I may appear stubborn to him ; for she take air, and taint. incites me to that in the letter. Cast the humble Fab. Why, we shall make him mad, indeed. slaugh, says she ; be opposite

with a kinsman, surly Mar, The house will be the quieter. with servants, -el thy longue tang with arguments Sir To, Come, we'll have him in a dark room, of state,-put thyself into the trick of singularity;- and bound. My niece is already in the belief that and, consequendy, sets down the manner how; as, he is mad; we may carry it thus for our pleasure, a sad face, a reverend carriage, a slow tongue, in and his penance, till our very pastime, tired out of the habit of some sir of note, and so forth. I have breath, prompt us to have mercy on him : at which limed her ; but it is Jove's doing, and Jove make time, we will bring the device to the bar, and me thankful! And, when she went away now, Lel crown thee for a finder of madmen. But see, but see, this felloro be looked to: Fellow ! not Malvolio, bor after my degree, but fellow. Why, every thing

Enter Sir Andrew Ague-cheek. adheres together, that no dram of a scruple, no

Fab. More matter for a May morning, seruple of a scruple, no obstacle, no incredulous or Sir And. Here's the challenge, read it; I wars tunsafe circumstance,-What can be said ? Nothing, rant, there's vinegar and pepper in't. that can be, can come between me and the full Fab. Is't so saucy? prospect of my hopes. Well, Jove, not I, is the Sir And. Ay, is it, I warrant him: do but read, doer of this, and he is to be thanked.'

Sir To. Give me. [reads.) Youth, whatsoever

thou art, thou art but a scurvy fellow. Re-enter Maria, with Sir Toby Belch, and Fabian.

Fab. Good, and valiant. Sir To. Which way is he, in the name of sanctity ? Sir 'To. Wonder not, nor admire not in thy mind, If all the devils in hell be drawn in little, and Le- uhy I do call thee so, for I will show thee no reason gion himself possessed him, yet I'll speak to him. \fort.

Fab. Here he is, here he is :-How is't with you, Fab. A good note: that keeps you from the blow sir ? how is't with you, man?

of the law. (1) Hot weather madness.

(4) Jolly cock, beau and coq. (2) Caught her on a bird with birdlime.

(5) A play among boys. (3) Companion.

(6) Colliers were accounted great meats,

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