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Mar. Sir Toby, madam, your kinsman. vonred, and he speaks very shrewishly; one Oli. Fetch him off, I pray you; he speaks would think his mother's milk were scarce out nothing but madman: Fie on bim! (Exit of him. Maria.] Go you, Malvolio; if it be à suit Oli. Let him approach : Call in my gentlefrom the count, I am sick, or not at home; woman. what

you will, to dismiss it. [Exit MaLVO- Mal. Gentlewoman, my lady calls. [Erit. L10.] Now you see, sir, how your fooling

Re-enter MARIA. grows old, and people dislike it.

Clo. Thou hast spoke for us, madonna, as if Oli. Give me my veil: come, throw it o'er thy eldest son should be a fool: whose skull

my face; Jove cram with brains, for here he comes, We'll once more hear Orsino's embassy. one of thy kin, has a most weak pia mater*.

Enter Viola.
Enter Sir TOBY Belcu.

Vio. The honourable lady of the honse, Oli. By mine honour, half drunk.-What which is she? is he at the gate, cousin ?

Oli. Speak to me, I shall answer for her. Sir To. A gentleman.

Your will? Oli. A gentleman! What gentleman? Vio. Most radiant, exquisite, and unmatchSir To. Tis a gentleman here-A plague o' able beauty,-1 pray you, tell me if this be these pickle-berrings! How now, sot? the lady of the house, for I never saw her: I Clo. Good sir Toby,

would be loath to cast away my speech; for, Oli. Cousin, cousin, how have you come go besides that it is excellently well penn’d, I early by this lethargy?

have taken great pains to con it. Good beanSir To. Lechery ? 'I defy lechery: There's ties, let me sustain no scorn; I am very compone at the gate.

tiblet, even to the least sinister usage. Oli. Ay, marry; what is he?

Oli. Whence came you, sir? Sir To. Let him be the devil an he will, I Vio. I can say little more than I have stucare not: give me faith, say I. Well, it's all died, and that question's out of my part, Good

[Exit. gentle one, give me modest assurance, if you Oli. What's a drunken inan like, fool? be the lady of the house, that I may proceed Clo. Like a drown'd man, a fool, and a lin my speech. madman: one draught above heat makes him Oli. Are you a comedian? a fool; the second mads him; and a third Vio. No, my profound heart: and yet, by drowns him.

the very fangs of malice, I swear I am not Oli. Go thon and seek the coroner, and let that I play. Are you the lady of the house? him sit o' my coz; for he's in the third degree Oli. "If I do not usurp myself, I am. of drink, he's drown'd: go, look after him. Vio. Most certain, if you are she, you do

Clo. He is bat mad yet, madonna; and the usurp yourself; for what is yours to bestow, fool shall look to the madman. [Exit Clown. is not yours to reserve. But this is from my Re-enter MALVOLIO.

commission: I will on with my speech in

your praise, and then shew you the heart of Mal. Madam, yond young fellow swears my message. ' he will speak with you. I told him you were Oli. Come to what is important in't: I forsick; he takes on him to understand so much, give you the praise. and therefore comes to speak with you: 1

Vio. Alas, I took great pains to study it, told him you were asleep; he seems to have and 'tis poetical. a fore-knowledge of that too, and therefore Oli. It is the more like to be feigned; I comes to speak with you. What is to be said pray you, keep it in. I heard you were saucy to him, lady? he's fortified against any denial. at my gates ; and allowed your approach, ra

Oli, Tell him, he shall not speak with me. ther to wonder at you than to hear you. Ir Mal. He has been told so; and he says, he'll yon be not mad, be gone; if you have reason, stand at your door like a sheriff's post, and be brief : 'tis not that time of moon with me be the supporter of a bench, bat he'll speak to make one in so skipping a dialogue.

Mar. Will you hoist sail, sir ? here lies your Oli. What kind of man is he?

way. Mal. Why, of man kind.

Vio. No, good swabber; I am to ball here Oli. What manner of man?

a little longer.-Some mollification for your Mul. Of very ill manner; he'll speak with giants, sweet lady. you, will yon, or no.

Oli. Tell me your mind. Oui, of what personage and years is he?

Vio. I am a messenger. Mal. Not yet old enough for a man, nor

Oli. Sure, you have some hideous matter to 'tis a peascod, or, a codling when 'ti young enongh for a boy; as a squash is before deliver, when the courtesy of it is so fearful.

mostSpeak your office. an apple: 'tis with him e'en standing water,

Vio. It alone concerns yonr ear. I bring between boy and man. He is very svell-fa? no overtare of war, no taxation of bomage • The cover of the brain.

+ Acconntable. appears from several parts of this play, that the original actress of Maria was very short.

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Oli.

I hold the olive in my hand : my words are And, in dimension, and the shape of nature, as full of peace as matter.

A gracious person: but yet I cannot love him; Oli. Yet you began rudely. What are He might have took his answer long ago. you? what would you ?

Vio. If I did love you in my master's fame, Vio. The rudeness that hath appear'd in me, With such a suffering, such a deadly life, have I learn'd from my entertainment. What In your denial I would find no-sense, I am, and what I would, are as secret as mai- I would not understand it. denhead: to your ears, divinity; to any other's,

Why, what would you? profanation.

Vio. Make me a willow cabin at your gate, Oli. Give us the place alone, we will hear And call upon my sonl within the house; this divinity. (Exit MARIA.] Now, sir, what Write loyal cantons ý of contemned love, is your text?

And sing them loud even in the dead of night; Vio. Most sweet lady,

Holla your name to the reverberate || hills, Oli. A comfortable doctrine, and much may And make the babbling gossip of the air be said of it. Where lies your text?

Cry out, Olivia! 0, you should not rest Viv. In Orsino's bosom.

Between the elements of air and earth, Oli. In his bosom! In what chapter of his But you should pity me. (parentage? bosom?

oli. You might do much: What is your Vio. To answer by the method, in the first Vio. Above my fortunes, yet my state is of his heart.

I am a gentleman.

(well : Oli. O, I have read it; it is heresy. Have Oli.

Get you to your lord; you no more to say?

I cannot love him: let him send no more; Vio. Good madam, let me see your face. Unless, perchance, you come to me again,

Oli. Have you any cominission from your To tell me how he takes it. Fare you well: lord to negotiate with my face? you are now I thank you for your pains: spend this for me. out of your text: but we will draw the cor- Vio. I am no fee'd post, lady; keep your tain, and shew you the picture. Look you, purse ; sir, such a one as I was this present*: Is't not My master, not myself, lacks recompense. well done?

[Unveiling. Love make his heart of flint, that you shall love, Vio. Excellently done, if God did all. And let your fervour, like my master's, be

Oli. 'Tis in grain, sir; 'twill endure wind Plac'd in contempt! Farewell, fair cruelty. and weather.

[Erit. Vio. 'Tis beauty truly blent t, whose red Oli. What is your parentage ? and white

Above my fortunes, yet my state is well : Nature's own sweet and conning hand laid on: I am a gentleman. I'll be sworn thou art; Lady, you are the cruel'st she alive,

Thy tongue, thy face, thy limbs, actions, and If you will lead these graces to the grave,

spirit,

[fast :-soft! soft! And leave the world no copy.

Do give thee five-fold blazon ** :- Not too Oli. O, sir, I will not be so hard-hearted; I Unless the master were the man.-How now? will give out divers schedules of my beauty: Even so quickly may one catch the plague? It shall be inventoried; and every particle Methinks, I feel this youth's perfections, and utensil, labelled to my will; as, item, two With an invisible and subtle stealth, lips indifferent red; item, two grey eyes, with To creep in at mine eyes. Well, let it be. lids to them; item, one neck, one chin, and What, ho, Malvolio! so forth. Were you sent hither to 'praise

Re-enter MALVOLIO. me? Vio. I see you what you are: you are too

Mal. Here, madam, at your service. proud;

Oli. Run after that same peevish messenger, But, if you were the devil, you are fair. The county's tt man: he leftthisring behind him, My lord and master loves you; 0, such love Would I, or not; tell him, I'll none of it. Could be but recompens'd, though you were Desire him not to fatter with his lord, The nonpareil of beauty !

(crown'a Nor hold him up with hopes; I am not for him: Oli.

How does he love me? If that the youth will come this wayto-morrow, Fio. With adorations, with fertile tears, I'll give him reasons for't. Hie thee, Malvolio. With groans that thunder love, with sighs of Mal. Madam, I will. fire.

(cannot love him : Oli. I do I know not what; and fear to find Oli. Your lord does know my mind, 1 Mine eye too great a flatterer for my miud. Yet I suppose him virtuous, know him noble, Fate, shew thy force: Ourselves we do not Of great estate, of fresh and stainless youth; owe II; In voices well divulged i, free, learn'd, and What is decreed, must be; and be this so! valiant,

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ACT II.

. SCENE I. The Sea-coast.

Vio. Even now, sir; on a moderate pace I Enter ANTONIO and SEBASTIAN.

have since arrived but hither.

Mal. She returns this ring to you, sir; you Ant. Will you stay no longer? nor will you might have saved me my pains, to have taken not, that I go with you?

it away yourself. She adds, moreover, that Seb. By your patience, no: my stars shine darkly over me; the malignancy of my fate you should put your lord into a desperate as

surance she will none of him: And one thing might, perhaps, distemper yours; therefore I

more; that you be never so hardy to come shall crave of you your leave, that I may bear again in his affairs, unless it be to report your my evils alone: It were a bad recompense for lord's taking of this. Receive it so. your love, to lay any of them on you.

Vio. She took the ring of me; I'll none of it. Ant. Let me yet know of

you, whither

you

Mal. Come, sir, you peevishly threw it to are bonnd.

her; and her will is, it should be so returned : Seb. No, 'sooth, sir; my determinate voyage if it be worth stooping for, there it lies in your is mere extravagancy. But I perceive in

[Erit. so excellent a touch of modesty, that you will eye; if not, be it his that finds it.

Vio. I left no ring with her : What means not extort from me what I am willing to keep

this lady? in; therefore it charges me in manners the Fortune forbid, my outside have not charn'd

(her! rather to express * myself. You must know She made good view of me; indeed, so much, of me then, Antonio, my name is Sebastian, That, sure," methought, her eyes had lost her which I called Rodorigo; my father was that

tongue, Sebastian of Messaline, whom I know, you For she did speak in starts distractedly. have heard of: be left behind him, myself, and she loves me, sure; the cunning of her passion a sister, both born in an hour. If the heavens Invites me in this churlish messenger. had been pleased, 'would we liad so ended ! None of my lord's ring! why, he sent bier none. but you, sir, altered that; for, some liour be. I am the man;-If it be so, (as 'tis), fore you took me from the breach of the sea, Poor lady, she were better love a dream. was my sister drowned.

Disguise, see, thou art a wickedness,
Ant. Alas, the day!

Wherein the pregnant tenemy does much.
Seb. A lady,

sir, thongh it was said she much How easy is it, for the proper-false 1 resembled me, was yet of many accounted

In women's waxen hearts to set their forms! beautiful : but, though I could not, with such Alas, our frailty is the cause, not we; estimable wonder, overfar believe that, yet For, such as we are made of, such we be. thus far I will boldly publish her, she bore a How will this fadge j? My inaster loves her mind that envy could pot but call fair : she is drowned already, sir, with salt water, though And I, poor monster, fond as inuch on him ;

dearly; I seem to drown her remembrance again with And ske, mistaken, seems to dote on me :

What will become of this! As I am inan, Ant. Pardon me,sir,your bad entertainment. My state is desperate for my master's love;

Seb. 0, good Antonio, forgive me your As I am woman, now alas the day! trouble. Ant. If you will not murder me for my O time, thou must untangle this, not l;

What thriftless sighs shall poor Olivia breathe ? love, let me be your servant.

It is too hard a knot for me to untie. [Erit. Seb. If you will not undo what you have

SCENE III. A Room in Olivia's House. done, that is, kill him whom you have recovered, desire it not. Fare ye well at once: Enter Sir TUBY Belch, and Sir ANDREW my boson is full of kindness; and I am yet

AGUE-CHEEK. 80 near the manners of my mother, that upon Sir To. Approach, sir Andrew: not to be the least occasion more, mine eyes will tell a-bed after inidnight, is to be up betimes ; tales of me. I ain bound to the count Orsino's and diluculo surgere, thou know'st, court : farewell.

(Exit. Sir And. Nay, by my troth, I know not: Ant. The gentleness of all the gods go with but I know, to be up late, is to be up late. I have many enemies in Orsino's court, (thee! Sir To. Á false conclusion; I hate it as an Else would I very shortly see thee there : unfilled can: To be up after midnight, and to Bot, come what may, I do adore thee so,

go to bed then, is early; so that, to go to bed That danger shall seem sport, and I will go.

after midnight, is to go to bed betimes. Do

(Erit. not our lives consist of the four elements ? SCENE JI. A Street.

Sir And. 'Faith, so they say ; but, I think,

it rather consists of eating and drinking. Enter V10LA; MALVOLIO following. Sir Th. Thou art a scholar; let us tlierefore

Mal. Were not you even now with the eat and drink.-Marian, I say!-a stoop of countess Olivia ?

wine!
. Reveal. + Dexterous, ready fiend, # Fair deceiver, Suit.

more.

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Enter Clown.

Sir And. 'Tis not the first time I have conSir And. Here comes the fool, i'faith. strain'd one to call me koave. Begin, fool; it

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

Clo. I shall never begin, if I hold my peace. Sir To. Welcome, ass. Now let's have a Sir And. Good, i'faith! Coine, begin. catch.

[They sing a catch. Sir And. By my troth, the fool has an ex

Enter MARIA. cellent breastt. I had rather than forty shil.

Mar. What a catterwauling do you keep lings I had such a leg; and so sweet a breath here! If my lady have not called up her to sing, as the fool has. In sooth, thou wast steward, Malvolio, and bid him turn you out in very gracious fooling last night, when thou of doors, never trust me. spokest of Pigrogromitus,oftheVapians passing Sir To. My lady's a Cataian S, we are polithe equinoctial of Queubus ; 'twas very good, ticians; Malvolio's a Pey,a-Ramsey **, and i'faith. I sent thee sixpence for leman Three merry men we be. Am not I consan. Hadst it?

guineous ? am I not of her blood ? Tilly-valClo. I did impeticos thy gratillity s; for Mal-leytt, lady! There dwelt u man in Babylon, volio's nose is no whips!ock: My lady has a lady, lady!

(Singing white hand, and the Myrmidons are no bottle- Clo. Beshrew me, the knight's in admirable ale houses.

fooling Sir And. Excellent! Why, this is the best Sir And. Ay, he does well enough, if he be fooling, when all is done. Now, a song. disposed, and so do I too; he does it with a

Sir To. Come on; there is sixpence for you: better grace, but I do it more natural. let's have a song.

Sir To. 0, the twelfth day of December ,Sir And. There's a teetril of me too : if one

(Singing. knight give a

Mar. For the love o' God, peace. Clo. Would you have a love-song, or a

Enter MALVOLIO. song of good life?

Mal. My masters, are you mad? or what Sir To. A love-song, a love-song.

are you? Have you no wit, manners, nor hoSir And. Ay, ay; care not for good life. nesty, but to gabble like tinkers at this time

of night? Do ye make an alehouse of my laSONG.

dy's house, that ye squeak out your coziers'# Clo. O mistress mine, uhere are you roam- catches without any mitigation or remorse of

(coming, voice? Is there no respect of place, persons, 0, stay and hear ; your true love's nor time in you?

That can sing both high and low: Sir To. We did keep time, sir, in oor Trip no further, pretty sweeting ; catches. Sneck op ! Journeys end in lovers' meeting, Mal. Sir Toby, I must be round with you.

Every wise man's son doth know. My lady bade me tell you, that, though she Sir And. Excellent good, i'faith!

harbours you as her kinsman, she's nothing Sir To. Good, good.

allied to your disorders. If you can separate ? Clo. What is love? 'tis not hereafter; yourself and your misdemeanors, you are Present mirth hath present laughter; welcome to the house; if not, an it would please

What's to come, is still unsure : you to take leave of her, she is very willing to In delay there lies no plenty;

bid you farewell. Then come kiss me sweet-und-twenty, Sir To. Furewell, dear heart, since I must Youth's a stuff will not endure.

needs be gone. Sir And. A mellifluous voice, as I am true Mar. Nay, yood sir Toby. knight.

Clo. His eyes do shew his duys are almost. Sir To. A contagious breath,

dene. Sir And. Very sweet and contagious, i'faith. Mal. Is't even so?

Sir To. To hear by the nose, it is dulcet in Sir To. But I will never die contagion. But shall we make the welkin ('lo. Sir Toby, there you lie. dance || indeed ? Shall we rouse the night.owl Mul. This is much credit to you. in a catch, that will draw three souls out of Sir To. Shall I bid him go? [Singing. one weaver? shall we do that?

Clo. What an if you do? Sir And. An you love me, let's do't: I am Sir To. Shall I'vin him go, and spare not! dog at a catch.

Clo. () no, no, no, no, you dure not. Clo. By'r lady, sir, and some dogs will catch Sir To. Out o'time? sir, ye lie.--Art any well.

more than a steward? Dost thou think, beSir And. Most certain: let our catch be, cause thou art virtuous, there shall be no more Tkou knare.

cakes and ale? Clo. Hold thy peace, thou knave, knight? Co. Yes, by Saint Anne; and ginger shall I shall be constrain'd in't to call thee knave, be lol i'the mouth, too. kvight:

Sir To. Thou'rt i'the right.-Go, sir, rnb • Loggerheads be. + Voice... Mistress. Ś I did impetticoat thy gratnity. | Drink till the sky turns round, Romancer. ** Name of an old song. it Equivalef to filty, fally, shilly, shally. ** Cobblery. $$ Hang yourself.

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your chain * with crums:-A stoop of wine, where he shall find the letter; observe his Maria !

construction of it. For this night, to bed, Mal. Mistress Mary, if you prized my lady's and dream on the event. Farewell. [Exit favonr at any thing more than conteinpt, you Sir To. Good night, Penthesilea **. would not give means for this uncivil rulet; Sir And. Before me, she's a good wench. she shall know of it, by this hand.

[Exit.

Sir To. She's a beagle, true-bred, and one Mar. Go shake your ears.

that adores me; What o'that? Sir And. 'Twere as good a deed as to drink Sir And. I was adored once too. when a man's a hungry, to challenge him to Sir To. Let's to bed, knight.-Thou hadst the field; and then to break promise with him, need send for more money. and make a fool of him.

Sir And. If I cannot recover your niece, I Sir To. Do't, knight; I'll write thee a chal- am a fonl way out. lenge; or I'll deliver thy indignation to him Sir To. Send for money, knight ; if thou by word of mouth.

hast her not i'the end, call me Cuttt. Mar. Sweet sir Toby, be patient for to- Sir And. If I do not, never trust me, take night ; since the youth of the count's was to- it how you will. day with my lady, she is much out of quiet. Sir To. Come, come ; I'll go burn some For monsieur Malvolio, let me alone with sack, 'tis too late to go to bed now.: come, him: if I do not gull him into a nay-word I, knight; come, knight.

(Exeunt. and make him a common recreation, do not think I have wit enough to lie straight in my SCENE IV. A Room in the Duke's Palace. bed: I know, I can do it. Sir To. Possess 18 %, possess us ; tell us

Enter DUKE, VIOLA, Curto, and others. something of him.

Duke. Give me some musick :-Now, good Mar. Marry, sir, sometimes he is a kind

morrow, friends :of Puritan.

Now, good Cesario, but that piece of song, Sir And. O, if I thought that, I'd beat him That old and antique song we heard last night; like a dog.

Methought, it did relieve my passion much ; Sir To. What, for being a Puritan? thy ex- More than light airs and recollected terms, quisite reason, dear knight?

Of these most brisk and giddy-paced times :Sir A d. I have no exquisite reason for't, | Come, but one verse. but I have reason good enough.

Cur. He is not here, so please your lord. Mar. The devil a Puritan that he is, or ship, that should sing it. ny thing constantly but a time pleaser; an Duke. Who was it? affectioned || ass, that cons state without book, Cur. Feste, the jester, my lord: a fool, that und utters it by great swarths T: the best per- the lady Olivia's father took much delight in : oaded of himself, so crammed, as he thinks, he is about the house. with excellencies, that it is his ground of Duke. Seek him ont, and play the tune the faith, that all that took on him love him; and on while. (Erit CURIO.-Musick. Ithat vice in him will my revenge find notable Come hither, boy; If ever thou shalt love, canse to work.

In the sweet pangs of it, remember me: Sir To. What wilt thon do?

For, such as I am, all true lovers are; Mar. I will drop in his way some obscure Unstaid and skittish in all motions else, -pisties of love; wherein, by the colour of Save, in the constant image of the creatore his beard, the shape of his leg, the manner of That is belov'd.--How dust tbon like this tune? jis gait, the expressure of his eye, forehead, Vio. It gives a very echo to the seat and complexion, he shall find himself most Where Love is thrond. feelingly personated : I can write very like Duke. Thou fost speak masterly : {eye my lady, your niece; on a forgotten matter My life upon't, yonng though thou art, thine we can hardly make distinction of our hands.

Hath stay'd npon some favour # that it loves ; Sir Tu. Excellent! I sinell a device.

Hath it not, boy? Sir And. I have't in my nose too.

Vio.

A little, by your favour. Sir To. He shall think, by the letters that Duke. What kind of woman is't? thou wilt drop, that they conie from my niece,

Vio.

Or your complexion. and that she is in love with him.

Duke. She is not worth thee then. What years, Mar. My purpose is, indeed, a horse of Vio. About your years, my lord. [i'faith? that colour.

Duke. Too oll, by heaven; Let still the Sir And. And your horse now would make woman take him an ass.

An elder than herself ; so wears she to him, Mar. Ass, I doubt not.

So sways she level in her husband's heart. Sir And. 0, 'twill be admirable.

For, boy, however we do praise ourselves, Mar. Sport royal, 1 warraut you: I know, Var fancies are more giddy and unfirin, ny physick will work with him, I will More longing, wavering, sooner lost and worn Jlant you two, and let the fool make a third, Than women's are.

• Stewards anciently wore a chain. + Method of life. | Bye-word. Inform us. || Affected. The row of grass left by a mower.

** Amazon. .

tt Horse. 11 Countenance.

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