Not a flower, not a flower sweet,

sport, let me be boiled to death with melancholy. On my black coffin let there be strown ;

Sir To. Would'st thou not be glad to have the Not a friend, not a friend greet

niggardly rascally sheep-biter come by some notable My poor corpse, where my bones shall be thrown; shanie? A thousand ihousand sighs to save,

Fab. I would exult, man : you know, he brought Lay me, 0, where

me out of favour with my lady, about a bear-baiting Sad true lover ne'er find my grave,

here. To weep There.

Sir To. To anger him, we'll have the bear again ; Duke. There's for thy pains.

and we will fool him black and blue :-Shall we Clo. No pains, sir; I take pleasure in singing, sir.

not, Sir Andrew ? Duke. I'll pay thy pleasure then.

Sir And. An we do not, it is pity of our lives. Clo. Truly, sir, and pleasure will be paid, one

Enter MARIA. time or another.

Sir To. Here comes the little villain :- How Duke. Give me now leave to leave thee.

now, my nettle of India ? Clo. Now, the melancholy god protect thee; and Mar. Get ye all three into the box-tree: Malthe tailor make thy doublet of changeable taffata, volio's coming down this walk ; he has been gonder for thy mind is a very opal !- I would have men of i’the sun, practising behaviour to his own shadow, such constancy put to sea, that their business might this half hour: observe him, for the love of mockbe every thing, and their intent every where ; for ery ; for, I know, this letter will make a contemthat's it, that always makes a good voyage of no plative idiot of him. Close, in the name of jesting! thing.–Farewell.

[Erit Clown. | (The men hide themselves.) Lie thou there ; (throws Dike. Let all the rest give place.

down a letter) for here comes the trout that must [E.reunt Curio and Attendants. be caught with tickling.

[Exit Maria. Once more, Cesario,

Get thee to yon' same sovereign cruelty :
Tell her, my love, more noble than the world,

Mal. 'Tis but fortune; all is fortune. Maria Prizes not quantity of dirty lands :

once told me, she did affect me: and I have heard The parts, that fortune hath bestow'd upon her,

herself come thus near, that, should she fancy, it Tell her, I hold as giddily as fortune ;

should be one of my complexion. Besides, she But 'tis that miracle, and queen of gems,

uses me with a more exalted respect, than any one That nature pranks her in, attracts iny soul.

else that follows her. What should I think on't? Vio. But, if she cannot love you, sir?

Sir To. Here's an over-weening rogae! Duke. I cannot be so answer'd.

Fab. O, peace! Contemplation makes a rare Vio.

'Sooth, but you must. turkey-cock of him; how he jets under bis advanced Say, that some lady, as, perhaps, there is,

pluines ! Hath for your love as great a pang of heart

Sir And. 'Slight, I could so beat the rogue! As you have for Olivia : you cannot love her;

Sir To. Peace, I say. You tell her so: Must she not then be answer'd ?

Mal. To be Count Malvolio;Duke. There is no woman's sides,

Sir To. Ah, rogue ! Can bide the beating of so strong a passion

Sir And. Pistol him,


him. As love doth give my heart : no woman's heart

Sir To. Peace, peace! So big, to hold so much ; they lack retention.

Mal. There is example fort; the lady of the Alas, their love may be called appetite,

strachy married the yeoman of the wardrobe. No motion of the liver, but the palate,

Sir And. Fie on him, Jezebel! That suffer surfeit, cloyment, and revolt;

Fab. O, peace ! now he's deeply in ; look, how But mine is all as hungry as the sea,

imagination blows him. And can digest as much : make no oompare

Mal. Having been three months married to her, Between that love a woman can bear me,

sitting in my state --And that I owe Olivia.

Sir To. 0, for a stone-bow, to hit him in the eve! Vio. Ay, but I know,

Mal. Calling my ollicers about me, in my branched Duke. What dost thou know?

velvet gown ; having come from a day-bed, where Vio. Too well what love women to men mayowe:

I left Olivia sleeping. In faith, they are as true of heart as we.

Sir To. Fire and brimstone! My father had a daughter lov'd a man,

Fah. O, peace, peace ! As it might be, perhaps, were I a woman,

Mal. And then to have the humour of state : and I should your lordship.

after a demure travel of regard,-telling them, I Duke.

And what's her history? know my place, as I would they should do theirs,Vio. A blank, my lord : She never told her love,

to ask for my kinsman Toby: But let concealment, like a worm i'the bud,

Sir To. Bolts and shackles ! Feed on her damask cheek : she pin'd in thought;

Fab. 0, peace, peace, peace! now, now. And, with a green and yellow melancholy,

Mal. Seven of my people, with an obedient start, She sat like patience on a monument,

make out for him : I frown the while ; and, perSmiling at grief. Was not this love, indeed ? chance, wind up my watch, or play with some rich We men may say more, swear more: but, indeed, jewel. Toby approaches ; court'sies there to me : Our shows are more than will; for still we prove

Sir To. Shall this fellow live? Much in our vows, but little in our love.

Fab. Though our silence be drawn from us with Duke. But died thy sister of her love, my boy?

cars, yet peace. Vio. I am all the daughters of my father's house,

Mai. I extend my hand to him, thus, quenching And all the brothers too ;--and yet I know not. my familiar smile with an austere regard of control : Sir, shall I to this lady?

Sir To. And does not Toby take you a blow o'the Duke.

Ay, that's the theme. lips tben? To her in haste ; give her this jewel; say,

Mal. Saying, Cousin Toby, my fortunes having My love can give no place, bide no denay. [Exeunt. cast me on your niece, give me this prerogative of

SCENE V.-Olivia's Garden.

Sir To. What, what?
Enter Sir Toby Belch, Sir ANDREW AGUE Mal. You must amend your drunkenness.

Sir To. Out, scab!
Sir To. Come thy ways, signior Fabian,

Fab. Nay, patience, or we break the sinews of Fab. Nay, I'll come"; if I lose a scruple of this our plot.

Mal. Besides, yow roaste the treasure of your time rity: She thus advises thee, that sighs for thee. with a foolish knight;

Remember who commended thy yellow stockings ; and Sir And. That's me, I warrant you.

wished to see thee ever cross-gartered:

say, reYal. One Sir Andrew :

member. Go to; thou art made, if thou desirest to Sir And. I knew,'twas I; for many do call me fool. be so; if not, let me see thee a steward still, the fellow Mel. What employment have we bere ? (Tak- of servants, and not worthy to touch fortune's fingers. ing up the letter.)

Farewell. She, that would alter services with thee, Fab. Now is the woodcock near the gin.

The fortunate unhappy. Sir To. O, peace and the spirit of humours in- Day-light and champian discovers not more: this timate reading aloud to him !

is open. I will be proud, I will read politic guMal. By my life, this is my lady's hand : these thors, I will balle Sir Toby, I will wash off gross be her very C's, ber U's, and her T's ; and thus acquaintance, I will be point-de-vice, the very man, makes she her great P's. It is, in contempt of I do not now fool myself, to let imagination jade question, her hand.

me; for every reason excites to this, that my

lady So And. Her C's, her Ur's and ber T's: Why loves me. She did commend my yellow stockings that!

of late, she did praise my leg being cross-gartered ; Mal. (reads.) To the unknown beloved, this, and and in this she manifests herself to my love, and, my good wishes : her" very 'phrases -By your with a kind of injunction, drives me to these habits leave, wax.-Soft!-and the impressure her Lu of her liking. I thank my stars, I am happy. I crece, with which she uses to seal : 'tis my lady : will be strange, stout, in yellow stockings, and To whom should this be ?

cross-gartered, even with the swiftness of putting Fab. This wins him, liver and all.

on. Jove, and my stars be praised !-Here is yet Mal. (reads.) Jove knows I love:

a postcript. Thou canst not choose but know who But who?

I am. If thou entertainest my love, let it appear in Lips do not move,

thy smiling; thy smiles become thee well: therefore No man must know.

in my presence still smile, dear, my sweet, I prythee. No man must know.-What follows ? the numbers Jove, I thank thee.-I will smile; I will do every altered !- No man must know :-If this should be thing that thou wilt have me.

[Exit. thee, Malvolio?

Fab. I will not give my part of this sport for a So To. Marty, bang thee, brock!

pension of thousands to be paid from the Sophy. Mal. I may command, where I adore :

Sir To. I could marry this wench for this device :
But silence, like a Lacrece knife,

Sir And. So could I too.
With bloodless stroke my heart doth gore ; Sir To. And ask no other dowry with her, but
M, 0, A, I, doth sway my life.

such another jest.
Feb. A fastian riddle!
Sr To. Excellent wench, say I.

Enter MARIA. Mal. M, 0, A, I, dolh sway my life.-Nay, but

Sir And. Nor I neither. first, let me see,-let me see, -let me see.

Fab. Here comes my noble gull-catcher. Fab. What a dish of poison hath she dress'd bim! Sir To. Wilt thou set thy foot o' my neck ? Sir To. And with what wing the stannyel checks

Sir And. Or o' mine either ? at it!

Sir To. Shall I play my freedom at tray-trip, Mel. I may command where I adore. Why, she and become thy bond-slave ? may command me; I serve her, she is my lady. Sir And. I'faith, or I eitber? Why, this is evident to any formal capacity. There Sir To. Why, thou hast put him in such a dream, is no obstruction in this:-And the end, -What that when the image of it leaves him, he must ran should that alpbabetical position portend ? if I mad. could make that resemble something in me,

Mar. Nay, but say true; does it work upon bim? Softy S4,0, A, 1.

Sir To. Like aqua-vitæ with a midwife. Si T. O, ay! make up that :-be is now at a

Mar. If you will then see the fruits of the sport, cold scent.

mark his first approach before my lady: he will Fah. Sow ter will cry upon't, for all this, though come to her in yellow stockings, and 'tís a colour it be as rank as a fox.

she abhors; and cross-gartered, a fashion she deMal. M,-Malvolio ;-M,—why, that begins tests; and he will smile upon her, which will now my name.

be so unsuitable to her disposition, being addicted Fab. Did not I say, he would work it out? the to a melancholy as she is, that it cannot but turn cur is excellent at faults.

him into a notable contempt: if you will see it, Ma. M,- But then there is no consonancy in follow me. the sequel; that suffers under probation : A should Sir To. To the gates of Tartar, thou most excelfollow, but o does.

lent devil of wit! Fab. And O shall end, I hope.

Sir And. I'll make one too.

[Exeunt. Sär To. Ay, or I'll cudgel him, and make bim 0.

ACT. III. Mal. Avd then I comes behind.

Scene I.-Olivia's Garden. Pab. Ay, an you had an eye behind you, you night see more detraction at your heels, than for

Enter Viola, and Clown with a tabor. tanes before you.

Vio. Save thee, friend, and thy music: Dost Mal. M, 0, A,I;—This simulation is not as the thou live by thy tabor. former :-and yet, to crush this a little, it would Clo. No, sir, I live by the church. bow to me, for every one of these letters are in Vio. Art thou a churchman? ny name. Soft; here follows prose.--If this fall Clo. No such matter, sir; I do live by the into thy hand, revolve. In my stars I am above thee; church: for I do live at my house, and my house bat be not afraid of greatness : Some are born great, doth stand by the church. some achieve greatness, and some have greatness Vio. So thou may'st say, the king lies by a beglarust upon them. Thy futes open their hands; let gar, if a beggar dwell near bim; or, the church thy blood and spirit embrace them. And, to inure stands by thy tabor, if thy tabor stand by the

byscy to what thou art like to be, cast thy humble church. dough, and appear fresh. Be opposite with a kins Clo. You have said, sir.-To see this age SA asa, surly with servants : let thy longue tang argu- sentence is but a cheveril glove to a good wit; how ments of stale ; put thyself into the trick of singula- quickly the wrong side may be turned outward :

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Vio. Nay, that's certain; they, that dally nicely Vio. My matter hath no voice, lady, but to your with words, may quickly make them wanton. own most pregnant and vouchsafed ear.

Clo. I would, therefore, my sister bad had no Sir And. Odours, pregnant, and vouchsafed :-I'll Vio. Why,,man? [name, sir. get 'em all three ready.

[to my bearing Clo. Why, sir, her name's a word; and to dally Oli. Let the garden door be shut, and leave me with that word, might make my sister wanton :

[Exeunt Sir Toby, Sir Andrew, and Maria, But, indeed, words are very rascals, since bonds Give me your hand, sir. disgraced them.

Vio. My duty, madam, and most humble service. t'io. Thy reason, man?

Oli. What is your name? Clo. Troth, sir, I can yield you none without Vio. Cesario is your servant's name, fair princess. words; and words are grown so false, I am loath Oli. My servant, sir! 'Twas never merry world, to prove reason with them.

Since lowly feigning was call'd compliment : Vio. I warrant, thou art a merry fellow, and You are servant to the count Orsino, youth. carest for nothing.

Vio. And he is yours, and his must needs be Clo. Not so, sir, I do care for something: but

yours ; in my conscience, sir, I do not care for you; if Your servant's servant is your servant, madam. that be to care for nothing, sir, I would it would Oli. For him, I think not on him : for his make you invisible.

thoughts, Vio. Art thou not the lady Olivia's fool ? 'Would they were blanks, rather than fill'd with Clo. No, indeed, sir; the lady Olivia has no Vio. Madam, I come to whet your gentle thoughts folly: she will keep no fool, sir, till she be married; On his behalf :and fools are as like husbands, as pilchards are to Oli.

0, by your leave, I pray you ;
herrings, the husband's the bigger; I am, indeed, I bade you never speak again of him :
not her fool, but her corrupter of words.

But, would you undertake another suit,
Vio. I saw thee late at the count Orsino's. I had rather hear you to solicit that,

oolery, sir, does walk about the orb, like Than music from the spheres. the sun; it shines every where. I would be sorry, Vio.

Dear lady, sir, but the fool should be as oft with your master, Oli. Give me leave, I beseech you : I did send, as with my mistress : I think I saw your wisdom After the last enchantment you did here, there.

A ring in chase of you ; so did I abuse Vio. Nay, an thou pass opon me, I'll no more Myself, my servant, and, I fear me, you : with thee. Hold, there's expences for thee. Under your hard construction must I sit,

Clo. Now Jove, in his next commodity of hair, To force that on you, in a shameful cunning, send thee a beard!

Which you knew none of yours: What might you Vio. By my troth, I'll tell thee, I am almost Have you not set mine honour at the stake, (think? sick for one; though I would not have it grow on And baited it with all the unmuzzled thoughts, my chin. Is thy lady within ?

That tyrannous heart can think? To one of your Clo. Would not a pair of these bave bred, sir?

receiving Vio. Yes, being kept together, and put to use. Enough is shown ; a cyprus, not a bosom, Clo. I would play lord. Pandarus of Phrygia, Hides my poor heart: So let me hear you speak. sir, to bring a Cressida to this Troilus.

Vio. I pity you.
Vio. I understand you, sir ; 'tis well begg'd. Oli. That's a degree to love.

Clo. The matter, I hope, is not great, sir, heg Vio. No, not a grise ; for 'tis a vulgar proof, ging but a beggar; Cressida was a beggar. My That very oft we pity enemies. lady is within, sir. I will construe to them whence Oli. Why, then, methinks, 'tis time to smile you come; who you are, and what you would, are O world, how apt the poor are to be proud! (again : out of my welkin : I might say, element; but the If one should be a prey, how much the better word is over-worn.

[Exit. To fall before the lion, than the wolf? (Clock strikes.)
Vio. This fellow's wise enough to play the fool; The clock upbraids me with the waste of time.--
And, to do that well, craves a kind of wit : Be not afraid, good youth, I will not have you :
He must observe their mood on whom he jests, And yet, when wit and youth is come to harvest,
The quality of persons, and the time;

Your wife is like to reap a proper man:
And, like the baggard, check at every feather There lies your way, due west.
That comes before his eye. This is a practice, Vio.

Then westward-hoe: As full of labour as a wise man's art:

Grace, and good disposition ’tend your ladyship! For folly, that he wisely shows, is fit;

You'll nothing, madam, to my lord by me ?
But wise men, folly-fallen, quite taint their wit.

Oli. Stay:
Enter Sir Toby Belch and SIR ANDREW AGUB-I pr’ythee, tell me, what thou think'st of me.

Vio. That you do think, you are not what you are, Sir To. Save you, gentleman.

Oli. If I think so, I think the same of you. Vio. And you, sir.

Vio. Then think you right; I am not what I am. Sir And. Dieu vous garde, monsieur.

Oli. I would, you were as I would have you be ! Vio. Et vous aussi; votre serviteur.

Vio. Would it be better, madam, than 1 am, Sir And. I hope, sir, you are; and I am yours.

I wish it might; for now I am your fool. Sir To. Will you encounter the bouse ? my niece

Ol. o, what a deal of scorn looks beautiful is desirous you should enter, if your trade be to her. In the contempt and anger of his lip!

Vio. I am bound to your niece, sir : I mean, she A murd'rous guilt shews not itself more soon is the list of my voyage.

Than love that would seem bid : love's night is noon. Sir To. Taste your legs, sir, put them to motion. Cesario, by the roses of the spring,

Vio. My legs do better understand me, sir, than By maidhood, honour, truth, and every thing, I understand what you mean by bidding me taste

I love thee so, that, maugre all thy pride, Sir To. I mean to go, sir, to enter. [my legs. Nor wit, nor reason, can my passion hide. Vio. I will answer you with gait and entrance :

Do not extort thy reasons from this clause, But we are prevented.

For, that I woo, thou therefore hast no cause :

But, rather, reason thus with reason fetter:

Love sought is good, but given unsought, is better. Most excellent accomplished lady, the heavens rain Vio. By innocence I swear, and by my youth, odours on you!

(odours! well. I have one heart, one bosom, and one truth, Sir And. That youth's a rare courtier: Rain And that no woman has; nor never none



Shall mistress be of it, save I alone.

Enter MARIA. And so adieu, good madam ; never more

Sir To. Look where the youngest wren of nine Will I my master's tears to you deplore. Oli. Yet come again : for thou, perhaps, may'st

Mar. If you desire the spleen, and will langh

yourselves into stitches, follow me: yon' gull MalThat heart, which now abhors, to like his love. volio is turned heathen, a very renegado; for there

[Exeunt. is no Christian that means to be saved by believing SCENE II.-A Room in Olivia's house. rightly, can ever

believe such impossible passages Enter Six TOBY Belch, SIR ANDREW AGUE

of grossness. He's in yellow stockings.

Sir To. And cross-gartered?

Mar. Most villainously ; like a pedant that keeps Sir And. No, faith, I'll not stay a jot longer. a school i' the church. I have dogged him, like Sir To. Thy reason, dear venom, give thy reason.

his marderer: He does obey every point of the Fab. You must needs yield your reason, sir letter that I dropped to betray him. He does smile Andrew.

his face into more lines, than are in the new map, Sir And. Marry, I saw your niece do more favoars with the augmentation of the Indies : you have to the count's serving man, than ever she bestowed not seen such a thing as 'tis ; I can hardly forbear apon me; I saw't i'the orchard. Sir To. Did she see thee the while, old boy? tell him ; if she do, he'll smile, and take'i for a great

(me that, burling

things at him. I know, my lady will strike Sir And. As plain as I see you now.

favour. Fab. This was a great argument of love in her

Sir To. Come, bring as, bring us whepe he is. toward you. Sir And. 'Slight! will you make an ass o'me?


SCENE III.-A Street. Peb. I will prove it legitimate, sir, upon the oaths of judgment and reason.

Enter ANTONIO and SEBASTIAN. Sir To. And they bave been grand jury-men, since Seb. I would not, by my will have troubled you ; before Noah was a sailor.

But, since you make your pleasure of your pains, Pab. She did shew favour to the youth in your I will no further chide you. sight, only to exasperate you, to awake your dor Ant. I could not stay behind you; my desire, mouse valour, to put fire in your heart, and brim- More sharp than filed steel, did spor me forth; stone in your liver: You should then have accosted And not all love to see you, (though so much, her; and with some excellent jests, fire-new from As might have drawn one to a longer voyage,) the mint, you should bave banged the youth into Bat jealousy what might befal your travel, dumbness. This was looked for at your hand, and Being skilless in these parts; which to a stranger, this was baalked: the double gilt of this opportu- Unguided, and unfriended, often prove nity you let time wash off, and you are now sailed Rough and unhospitable : My willing love, into the north of my lady's opinion; where you will The rather by these arguments of fear, bang like an icicle on a Dutchman's beard, unless Set forth in your parsuit. you do redeem it by some laudable attempt, either Seb.

My kind Antonio, of valour, or policy.

I can no other answer make, but, thanks, Sir And. And't be any way, it must be with va And thanks, and ever thanks : Often good turns lour; for policy I hate : I had as lief be a Brownist Are shuflled off with such uncurrent pay : as a politician.

But, were my worth, as is my conscience, firm, Sir To. Why then, huild me thy fortunes upon You should find better dealing. What's to do? the basis of valoar. Challenge me the count's Shall we go see the reliques of this town? youth to fight with him; burt him in eleven places; Ant. To-morrow, sir; best, first, go see your my niece shall take note of it; and assure thyself,

lodging there is no love-broker in the world can more pre Seb. I am not weary, and 'tis long to night; vail in man's commendation with woman, than re I pray you let us satisfy our eyes port of valoar.

With the memorials, and the things of fame, Pab. There is no way but this, sir Andrew. That do renown this city. Sur And. Will either of you bear me a challenge


'Would, you'd pardon me; to him?

I do not witboat danger walk these streets : So To. Go, write it in a martial hand; be curst Once, in a sea-fight, gainst the count his gallies and brief; it is no matter how witty, so it be elo- I did some service; of such note, indeed, quent and full of invention : taunt him with the That, were I ta’en here, it would scarce be answer’d. licence of ink : if thou thou'st bim some thrice, it Seb. Belike, you slew great number of his people. shall not be amiss; and as many lies as will lie in Ant. The offence is not of auch a bloody nature; thy sheet of paper, although the sheet were big Albeit the quality of the time, and quarrel, enough for the bed of Ware in England, set 'em Might well have given us bloody argument. dowo i go, about it. Let there be gall enough in It might have since been answer'd in repaying thy ink; though thou write with a goose-pen, no What we took from them; wbich, for traffic's sake, matter : About it.

Most of our city did: only myself stood out; Sir And. Where shall I find you?

For which, if I'be lapsed in this place, Sir To. We'll call thee at the cubiculo: Go. I shall pay dear. [Exit Sir Andrew. Seb.

Do not then walk too open. Fob. This is a dear manakin to you, sir Toby. Ant. It doth not fit me. Hold, sir, here's my

Sir To. I have been dear to him, lad; some two In the south suburbs, at the Elephant, [purse; thousand strong, or so.

Is best to lodge: I will bespeak our diet, Fab. We shall have a rare letter from him: but Whiles you beguile the time, and feed your knowyou'll not deliver it.

ledge, Su To. Never trust me then; and by all means With viewing of the town; there shall you have me. stir on the youth to an answer.' I think, oxen and Seb. Why I your purse? waigropes cannot hale them together. For Andrew, Ant. Haply, your eye shall light upon some toy if be were opened, and you find so much blood in You have desire to purchase ; and, your store, his liver as will clog the foot of a flea, I'll eat the I think, is not for idle markets, sir. rest of the anatomy.

Seb. I'll be your purse-bearer, and leave you for Fab. And his opposite, the youth, bears in his Ant. To the Elephant.visage so great presage of cruelty.


I do remember. [Exeunt.

[an hour.



SCENE IV.-Olivia's Garden.

singularity; and, consequently, sets down the Enter OliviA and MARIA.

manner how; as, a sad face, a reverend carriage, a Ol. I have sent after him: He says, he'll come;

slow tongue, in the habit of some sir of note, and How shall I feast him? what bestow on him?

so forth. I have limed her; but it is Jove's doing,

and Jove make me thankful! And, when she went For youth is bought more oft, than begy'd, or borI speak too loud.


away now, Let this fellow be looked to: Fellow! Where is Malvolio ?--he is sad and civil,

pot Malvolio, nor after my degree, bat fellow. And suits well for a servant with

Why every thing adheres together; that no dram fortunes

my Where is Malyolio?

of a scruple, no scruple of a scruple, no obstacle, Mar. He's coming, madam;

no incredulous or unsafe circumstance,---What

Nothing, that can be, can come But in strange manner.

can be said ? He is sure possess'd.

between me and the full prospect of my hopes. Oli. Why, what's the matter? does he rave?

Well, Jove, not I, is the doer of this, and he is to Mar.

No, madam, He does nothing but smile: your lady ship

be thanked.
Were best bave guard about you, if he come; Re-enter MARIA, with SIR TOBY BELCH and
For, sure, the man is tainted in his wits.

Oli, Go call him hither.—I'm ab mad as he, Sir To. Which way is he, in the name of sanc-
If sad and merry madness equal be.-

tity? If all the devils in hell be drawn in little,

and Legiou himself possessed him, yet I'll speak to
How now, Malvolio?

Fab. Here he is, here he is :-How is't with you,
Mal. Sweet lady, ho, ho. (Smiles fantastically.) sir? how is't with you, man?
Oli, Smil'st thou?

Mal. Go off; I discard you ; let me enjoy my I sent for thee upon a sad occasion,

private; go off. Mal. Sad, lady? I could be sad : This does make

Mar. Lo, how bollow the fiend speaks within some obstruction in the blood, this cross-gartering; him! did not I tell you?—Sir Toby, my lady prays But what of that, if it please the eye of one, it is you to have a care of him. with me as the very true somet is : Please one, and Mal. Ah, ah! does she so? please all.

Sir To. Go to, go to; peace, peace, we must deal Oli. Why, how dost thou, man? what is the gently with him; let me alone. -How do you, matter with thee ?

Malvolio? how is't with yon? What, man! defy Mal. Not black in my mind, though yellow in the devil : consider, he's an enemy to mankind. my legs: It did come to his hands, and commands

Mal. Do you know what you say? shall be executed. I think, we do know the sweet

Mar. La you, an you speak ill of the devil, how he Roman band.

takes it at heart! Pray God, he be not bewitched! Oli. Wilt thou go to bed, Malvolio? (to thee. Fab. Carry his water to the wise woman. Mal. To bed? ay, sweetheart; and I'll come Mar. Marry, and it shall be done to-morrow

Oli. God comfort thee! Why dost thou smile so, morning, if I live. My lady would not lose bim and kiss thy hand so oft?

for more than I'll say. Mar. How do you, Malvolio?

Mal. How now, mistress ? Mal. At your request? Yes; Nightingales an Mar. O lord! swer daws.

Sir To. Pr’ytbee, hold thy peace; this is not the Mar. Why appear you with this ridiculous boldness before my lady?

way: Do you not see, you move him ? let me alone

with bim. Mal. Be not afraid of greatness :-'twas well writ. Fab. No way but gentleness; gently, gently: Oli. What meanest thou by that, Malvolio? the fiend is rough, and will not be roughly used. Mal. Some are born great,

Sir To. Why, how now, my bawcock ? how dost Oli. Ha?

Mal. Sir?

[thou, chuck ? Mal. Some achieve greatness,

Sir To. Ay, Biddy, come with me. What, man! Oli. What say'st thou ?

’uis not for gravity to play at cherry-pit with Satan : Mal. And some have greatness thrust upon them. Hang him, foul collier! Oli. Heaven restore thee!

Mar. Get him to say his prayers; good sir Toby, Mal. Remember, who commended thy, yellow get him to pray. Oli. Thy yellow stockings ? (stockings: Mal. My prayers, minx ?

[liness. Mal. And wished to see thee cross-garlered. Mar. No, I warrant you, he will not hear of godOli. Cross-gartered?

[s0;Mal. Go to; thou art made, if thou desirest to be low things: I am not of your element; you shall

Mal. Go, hang yourselves all! you are idie shalOli. Am I made?

know more bereafter.

[Exit. Mal. If not, let me see thee a servant still.

Sir To. Is't possible? Oli. Wby, this is very midsummer madness. Fab. If this were played upon a stage pow, I Enler Servant.

could condemn it as an improbable fiction. Ser. Madam, the young gentleman of the count

Sir To. His very genius hath taken the infection Orsino's is returned; I could hardly entreat him

of the device, man. back: he attends your ladyship's pleasure.

Mar. Nay, pursue him now; lest the device take Oli

. Ill.come io bin. (Exit Servant.) Good air, and taint. Maria, let this fellow be looked to. Where's my

Fab. Why, we shall make him mad, indeed. cousin Toby?. Let some of my people have a

Mar. The house will be the quieter, special care of him; I would not have bim nis

Sir To. Come, we'll have him in a dark room, carry for the half of my dowry.

and bound. My niece is already in the belief, that [Exeunt Olivia and Maria. and his penance, till our very pastime, tired out of

be is mad; we may carry it thus, for our pleasure, Mal. Oh, ho! do you come near me now? no worse man than sir Toby to look to me? This

breath, prompt us to bave mercy on him : at which concurs directly with the letter : she sends him on

time, we will bring the device to the bar, and crown purpose, that I may appear stubborn to him ; for

thee for a finder of madmen. But see, but see. sbe incites me to that in the letter. Cast thy

Enter SIR ANDREW AGUE-CHEEK. humble slough, says she ;-be opposite with a kins Fab. More matter for a May morning. man, surly with servants, let thy tongue tang Sir And. Here's the challenge, read it; I wararguments of state,--put thyself into the trick of rant, there's vinegar and pepper in't.

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