spect than any one else that follows her. What Fab. This wins him, liver and all. should I think on't?

Mal. [Reads] Jove knows, I love : Sir To. Here's an over-weening rogue !

But who.? Fab. O, peace! Contemplation makes a rare

Lips do not move, turkey-cock of him; how he jets* under his

No man must know. advanced plumes !

No man must know.-- What follows the numSir And. 'Slight, I could so beat the rogue:-bers altered No man must know ;-If this Sir To. Peace, I say.

should be thee, Malvolio? Mal. To be Count Malvolio;

Sir To. Marry, hang thee, brock !* Sir To. Ah, rogue!

Mal. I may command, where I adore ; Sir And. Pistol him, pistol him.

But silence, like a Lucrece knife,
Sir To. Peace, peace!

With bloodless stroke my heart doth gore;
Mal. There is example for't; the lady of the M, O, A, I, doth sway my life.
strachy married the yeoman of the wardrobe. Fab. A fustian riddle!
Sir And. Fie on him, Jezebel !

Sir To. Excellent wench, say I. Fab. O, peace! now he's deeply in; look, Mal. M, O, A, I, doth sway my life.--Nay, how imagination blowst him.

but first, let me see,-let me see,let me see. Mal. Having been three months married to Fab. What a dish of poison has she dressed her, sitting in my state, 1

him ! Sir To. O, for a stone-bow, to hit him in the Sir To. And with what wing the stannyelt eye!

checksf'atit! Mal. Calling my officers about me, in my Mal. 1 may command were I adore. Why, branched velvet gown; having come from a she may command me; I serve her, she is my day-bed,s where I left Olivia sleeping : lady. Why, this is evident to any formal caSir To. Fire and brimstone !

pacity. There is no obstruction in this ;— And Fab. O, peace, peace!

the end,- What should that alphabetical posiMal. And then to have the humour of state : tion portend? if I could make that resemble and after a demure travel of regard, -telling something in me,--Softly !-M, O, A, 1.them, I know my place, as I would they should Sir To. O, ay! make up that:--he is now at do theirs,-to ask for my kinsman Toby: a cold scent. Sir To. Bolts and shackles !

Fab. Sowtere will cry upon't, for all this, Fab. O, peace, peace, peace ! now, now. though it be as rank as a fox.

Mal. Seven of my people, with an obedient Mal. M, Malvolio ;-M-why, that begins start, make out for him: 1 frown the while; my name. and perchance, wind up my watch, or play Fab. Did not I say, he would work it out? with some rich jewel. Toby approaches ; the cur is excellent at faults. court'sies there to me:

Mal. M,-But then there is no consonancy Sir To. Shall this fellow live?

in the sequel ; that suffers under probation : 4 Fab. Though our silence be drawn from us should follow, but O does. with ears, yet peace.

Fab. And O shall end, I hope. Mal. I extend my hand to him thus, quench

Sir To. Ay, or I'll cudgel him, and make him ing my familiar smile with an austere regard of

cry, control :

Mal. And then I comes behind; Sir To. And does not Toby take you a blow Fab. Ay, an you had any eye behind you, o the lips then?

you might see more detraction at your heels, Mal. Saying, Cousin Toby, my fortunes having than fortunes before you. cast me on your niece, give me this prerogative of Mal. M, 0, A, 1;- This simulation is not as speech

the former:-and yet, to crush this a little, it Sir To. What, what?

would bow to me, for every one of these letters Mal. You must amend your drunkenness. are in my name. Soft ; here follows prose. Sir To. Out, scab!

If this fall into thy hand, revolve. In my stars Fab. Nay, patience, or we break the sinews I am above thee; but be not afraid of greatness; of our plot.

Some are born great, some achieve greatness, and Mal. Besides, you waste the treasure of your some have greatness ihrust upon them. Thy fates lime with a foolish knight ;

open their hands ; let thy blood and spirit embrace Sir And. That's me, I warrant you.

them. And, to inure thyself to whai thou art like Mal. One Sir Andrew :

to be, cast thy humble sloughi|| and appear fresh. Sir And. I knew, 'twas I; for many do call Be opposite with a kinsman, surly with servants; me fool.

let thy tongue tang arguments of state; put thyMal. What employment have we here?

self into the trick of singularity; She thus advises [Taking up the letter. thee, that sighs for thee

. Remember who comFab. Now is the woodcock near the gin. mended thy yellow stockings; and wished lo sce

Sir To. O, peace! and the spirit of humours thee ever cross-gartered ; I say, remember. Go intimate reading aloud to him !

to; thou art made, if thou desirest to be so; if not, Mal. By my life, that is my lady's hand: let me see thee a sleward still, the fellow of serthese be her very C's, her U's, and her T's; vants, and not worthy to touch fortune's fingers. and thus makes she her great P's. It is, in Farewell. She that would aller services with thee. contempt of question, her hand.

The fortunate-unhappy. Sir And. Her C's, her U's, and her T's: Day-light and champian discovers not more: Why that?

this is open. I will be proud, I will read poMal. (Reads] To the unknown beloved, this, litic authors, I will baffle Sir Toby, I will wash and my good wishes : her very phrases - By off gross acquaintance, I will be point-deyour leave, wax.-Soft!-and the impressure vice,** the very man.

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reason excites to this that my lady loves me. Clo. I would therefore, my sister had had no She did commend my yellow stockings of late, name, Sir. she did praise my leg being cross-gartered ; Vio. Why, man? and in this she manifests herself to my love, Clo. Why, Sir, her name's a word; and to and, with a kind of injunction, drives me to dally with that word, might make my sister these habits of her liking. I thank my stars, I wanton: But, indeed, words are very rascals, am happy. I will be strange, stout, in yellow since bonds disgraced them. stockings, and cross-gartered, even with the Vio. Thy reason, man ? swiftness of putting on. Jove, and my stars Clo. Troth, Sir, I can yield you none without be praised !-Here is yet a postscript. Thou words; and words are grown so false, I am canst not choose but know who I am. If thou loath to prove reason with them. entertainest my love, let it appear in thy smiling ;

Vio. I warrant, thou art a merry fellow, and thy smiles become thee well: therefore in my pre- carest for nothing: sence still smile, dear my sweet, I pr’ythee. Jove,

Clo. Not so, Sir, I do care for something : I thank thee.--I will smile; I will do every but in my conscience, Sir, I do not care for thing that thou wilt have me. (Exit. you; if that be to care for nothing, Sir, I would

Fab. I will not give my part of this sport for it would make you invisible. a pension of thousands to be paid from the

Vio. Art not thou the lady Olivia's fool ? Sophy.

Clo. No, indeed, Sir; the lady Olivia has no Sir To. I could marry this wench for this de- folly; she will keep no fool, Sir, till she be vice.

married; and fools are as like husbands, as Sir And. So could I too.

pilchards are to herrings, the husband's the Sir To. And ask no other dowry with her, bigger; I am, indeed, not her fool, but her but such another jest.

corrupter of words.

Vio. I saw thee late at the count Orsino's. Enter MARIA,

Clo. Foolery, Sir, does walk about the orb, Sir And. Nor I neither,

like the sun; it shines every where. I would Fab. Here comes my noble gull-catcher. be sorry, Sir, but the fool should be as oft with Sir To. Wilt thou set thy foot o'my neck? your master, as with my mistress : I think, I Sir And. Or o'mine either?

saw your wisdom there. Sir To. Shall I play my freedom at tray Vio. Nay, an thou pass upon me. I'll no trip, * and become thy bond-slave?

more with thee. Hold, there's expenses for Sir And. I'faith, or I either.

thee. Sir To. Why, thou hast put him in such a Clo. Now Jove, in his next commodity of dream, that, when the image of it leaves him hair, send thee a beard ! he must run mad.

Vio. By my troth, I'll tell thee; I am almost Mar. Nay, but say true; does it work upon sick for one; though I would not have it grow him?

on my chin. Is thy lady within ? Sir To. Like aqua-vitæ with a midwife. Clo. Would not a pair of these have bred, Sir? Mar. If you will then see the fruits of the Vio. Yes, being kept together, and put to sport, mark his first approach before my lady: use. he will come to her in yellow stockings, and Clo. I would play lord Pandarus* of Phrygia, 'tis a colour she abhors; and cross-gartered, a Sir, to bring a Cressida to this Troilus. fashion she detests; and he will smile upon Vio. I understand you, Sir; 'tis well begg’d. her, which will now be so unsuitable to her Clo. The matter, I hope, is not great, Sir, disposition, being addicted to a melancholy as begging but a beggar; Cressida was a beggar. she is, that it cannot but turn him into a nota- My lady is within, Sir. I will construe to them ble contempt: if you will see it, follow me. whence you come ; who you are, and what you

Sir To. To the gates of Tartar, thou most would, are out of my welkin : I might say, ele. excellent devil of wit !

ment; but the word is over-worn.

(Exit. Sir And. I'll make one too. [Ereunt. Vio. This fellow's wise enough to play the

fool ; ACT III.

And, to do that well, craves a kind of wit : SCENE 1.-OLIVIA's Garden.

He must observe their mood on whom he jests,

The quality of persons, and the time; Enter VIOLA, and Clown with a tabor.

And, like the haggard, t check at every feather Vio. Save thee, friend, and thy music: Dost That comes before his eye. This is a practice, thou live by thy tabor ?

As full of labour as a wise man's art: Clo. No, Sir, I live by the church.

For folly, that he wisely shows, is fit; Vio. Art thou a churchman?

But wise men, folly-fallen, quite taint their wit. Clo. No such matter, Sir ; I do live by the Enter Sir Toby Belca and Sir ANDREW church : for I do live at my house, and my

AGUE-CHEEK house doth stand by the church.

Sir To. Save you, gentleman. Vio. So thou may'st say, the king liest by a

Vio. And you, Sir. beggar, if a beggar dwell near him: or, the

Sir And. Dieu vous garde, monsieur. church stands by the tabor, if thy tabor stand

Vio. Et vous aussi ; votre serviteur. by the church.

Sir And. I hope, Sir, you are; and I am Clo. You have said, Sir.—To see this age !

yours. A sentence is but a cheverilf glove to a good

Sir To. Will you encounter the house? my wit; How quickly the wrong side may be

niece is desirous you should enter, if your trade turned outward!

be to her. Vio. Nay, that's certain; they, that dally

Vio. I am bound to your niece, Sir : I mean, nicely with words, may quickly make them

she is the listf of my voyage. wanton.

* See the play of Troilus and Cressida. A boy's diversion three and drip. f Dwells. Kid. | A hawk not well irained.

Bound, limit.

I am.

Sir To. Taste your legs, Sir, put them to mo- Vio. Then westward-hoe :

[ship. tion.

Grace, and good disposition 'tend your ladyVio. My legs do better understand me, Sir, You'll nothing, madam, to my lord by me? than I understand what you mean by bidding Oli. Stay: me taste my legs.

I pr’ythee, tell me, what thou think'st of me. Sir To. I mean, to go, Sir, to enter.

Vio. That you do think, you are not what Vio. I will answer you with gait and en

you are. trance : But we are prevented.

Oli. If I think so, I think the same of you.

Vio. Then think you right; I am not what Enter OLIVIA and MARIA. Most excellent accomplished lady, the heavens

Oli. I would, you were as I would have you rain odours on you!

be ! Sir And. That youth's a rare courtier ! Rain Vio. Would it be better, madam, than I am, odours! well.

I wish it might; sor now I am your fool. Vio. My matter hath no voice, lady, but to Oli. 0, what a deal of scorn looks beautiful your own most pregnant* and vouchsafed ear. In the contempt and anger of his lip!

Sir And. Odours, pregnant, and vouch safed :- A murd'rous guilt shows not itself more soon I'll get 'em all three ready.

Than love that would seem hid : love's night Oli. Let the garden door be shut, and leave

is noon. me to my hearing.

Cesario, by the roses of the spring, [Exeunt Sir Toby, Sir ANDREW, and By maidhood, honour, truth, and every thing, MARIA. Give me your hand, Sir.

I love thee so, that maugre* all thy pride, Vio. My duty, madam, and most humble Nor wit, nor reason, can my passion hide. service.

Do not extort thy reasons from this clause, Oli. What is your name?

For, that I woo, thou therefore hast no cause : Vio. Cesario is your servants's name, fair But rather, reason thus with reason fetter : princess.

Love sought is good, but given unsought, is Oli. My servant, Sir! 'Twas never merry

better. world,

Vio. By innocence I swear, and by my youth, Since lowly feigning was calld compliment: I have one heart, one bosom, and one truth, You are servant to the count Orsino, youth. And that no woman has ; nor never none Vio. And he is yours, and his must needs be Shall mistress be of it, save I alone. yours;

And so adieu, good madam; never more Your servants servant is your servant, madam. Will I my master's tears to you deplore. Oli. For him, I think not on him : for his Oli. Yet come again : for thou, perhaps, thoughts,

(me! may'st move Would they were blanks, rather than fill'd with That heart, which now abhors, to like his love. Vio. Madam, I come to wet your gentle

[Exeunt. On his behalf:


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

Enter Sir Toby BELCR, Sir ANDREW AGUEBut, would you undertake another suit,

CHEEK, and FABIAN. I had rather hear you to solicit that,

Sir And. No faith, I'll not stay a jot longer. Than music from the spheres.

Sir To. Thy reason, dear venom, give thy Vio. Dear lady,

Oli. Give me leave, I beseech you: I did send, Fab. You must needs yield your reascn, Sir After the last enchantment you did here, Andrew. A ring in chase of you; so did I abuse

Sir And. Marry, I saw your niece do more Myself, my servant, and, I fear me, you : favours to the count's serving man, than ever Under your hard construction must I sit, she bestowed upon me; I saw't i'the orchard. To force that on you, in a shameful cunning, Sir To. Did she see thee the while, old boy? Which you knew none of yours: What might tell me that.

Sir And. As plain as I see you now. Hlave you not set mine honour at the stake, Fab. This was a great argument of love in And baiteu. with all the unmmuzzled thoughts, her toward you. That tyrannous heart can think? To one of Sir And. 'Slight! will you make an ass o'

your receivingt 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. Vig. I pity you.

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 ;f for 'tis a vulgar proof, Fab. She did show favour to the youth in That very oft we pity enemies.

your sight, only to exasperate you, to awake Oli. Why, then, methinks, 'tis time to smile your dormouse valour, to put fire in your heart, again :

and brimstone in your liver : You should then O world, how apt the poor are to be proud! have accosted her; and with some excellent If one should be a prey, how much the better jest, fire-new from the mint, you should have To fall before the lion, than the wolf? banged the youth into dumbness. This was

[Clock strikes. looked for at your hand, and this was baulked: The clock upbraids me with the waste of time.- the double gilt of this opportunity you let time Be not afraid, good youth, I will not have you: wash off, and you are now sailed into the north And yet, when wit and youth is come to har- of my lady's opinion; where you will hang like vest,

an icicle on a Dutchman's beard, unless you do Your wife is like to reap a proper man:

redeem it by some laudable attempt, either of There lies your way, due west.


you think?


valour, or policy. Rcady, † Ready apprehension. Step.

* In spite of.


Sir And. And't be any way, it must be with | But jealousy what might befall your travel, valour; for policy I hate: I had as lief be a Being skilless in these parts; which to a stranBrownist,* as a politician.

ger, Sir To. Why then, build me thy fortunes up- Unguided, and unfriended, often prove on the basis of valour. Challenge me the Rough and unhospitable : My willing love, count's youth to fight with him; hurt him in The rather by these arguments of fear, eleven places ; my niece shall take note of it: Set forth in your pursuit. and assure thyself, there is no love-broker in Seb. My kind Antonio, the world can more prevail in man's commen- I can no other answer make, but, thanks, dation with woman, than report of valour. And thanks, and ever thanks : Often good turns

Fab. There is no way but this, Sir Andrew. Are shuffled off' with such uncurrent pay:

Sir And. Will either of you bear me a chal. But, were my worth,* as is my conscience, firm, lenge to him?

You should find better dealing. What's to do? Sir To. Go, write it in a martial hand ; be- Shall we go see the reliques, of this town? eurstt and brief; it is no matter how witty, so Ant. To-morrow, Sir; best, first, go see your it be eloquent, and full of invention : taunt him lodging. with the licence of ink : if thou thou'st him Seb. I am not weary, and 'tis long to-night; some thrice, it shall not be amiss; and as many I pray you, let us satisfy our eyes lies as will lie in thy sheet of paper, although With the memorials, and the things of fame, the sheet were big enough for the bed of Waret That do renown this city. in England, set'em down; go, about it. Let

Ant. Would, you'd pardon me; there be gall enough in thy ink; though thou I do not without danger walk these streets : write with a goose pen, no matter : About it. Once, in a sea-fight, 'gainst the count his galSir And. Where shall I find you?

lies, Sir To. We'll call thee at the cubiculo : Go. I did some service; of such note, indeed,

[Erit Sir ANDREW. That, were I ta’en here, it would scarce be anFab. This is a dear manakin to you, Sir Toby.


[people. Sir To. I have been dear to him, lad; some Seb. Belike, you slew great number of his two thousand strong, or so.

Ant. The offence is not of such a bloody naFab. We shall have a rare letter from him :

ture; but you'll not deliver it.

Albejt the quality of the time, and quarrel, Sir To. Never trust me then; and by all Might well have given us bloody argument. means stir on the youth to an answer. I think, It might have since been answerd in repaying oxen and wainropes|| cannot hale them toge- What we took from them; which, for traffic's ther. For Andrew, if he were opened, and

sake, you find so much blood in his liver as will clog Most of our city did: only myself stood out: the foot of a flea, I'll eat the rest of the anatomy. For which, if I be lapsedt in this place,

Fab. And his opposite, the youth, bears in I shall pay dear. his visage no great presage of cruelty.

Seb. Do not then walk too open.
Enter MARIA.

Ant. It doth not fit me. Hold, Sir, here's

my purse ; Sir To. Look, where the youngest wren of In the south suburbs, at the Elephant, nine comes.

Is best to lodge: I will bespeak our diet, Mar. If you desire the spleen, and will laugh Whiles you beguile the time, and feed your yourselves into stitches, follow me: yon' gull

knowledge, Malvolio is turned heathen, a very renegado; With viewing of the town; there shall you for there is no Christian that means to be saved by believing rightly, can ever believe such

Seb. Why I your purse? impossible passages of grossness. He's in yellow stockings.

Int. Haply, your eyes shall light upon some

toy Sir To. And cross-gartered ?

You have desire to purchase; and your store Mar. Most villanously; like a pedant that I think, is not for idle markets, Sir. keeps a school i' the church.-I have dogged Seb. I'll be your purse-bearer, and leave you him, like his murderer: He does obey every An hour.

[for point of the letter that I dropped to betray him. Ant. To the Elephant.He does smile his face into more lines, than are Seb. I do remember.

[Exeunt. in the new map, with the augmentation of the Indies : : you have not seen such a thing as 'tis ;

SCENE IV.-Olivia's Garden. I can hardly forBear hurling things at him. I

Enter OLIVIA and MARIA. know, my lady will strike him; if she do, he'll Oli. I have sent after him: He says, he'll smile, and take't for a great favour. Sir To. Come, bring us, bring us where he is. How shall I feast him? what bestow on him?

(Exeunt. For youth is bought more oft, than begg'd, or

SCENE III.-A Street.

I speak too loud.-

Where is Malvolio?-he is sad, and civil, Seb. I would not, by my will, have troubled And suits well for a servant with my foryou; But, since you make your pleasure of tunes ;your pains, I will no further chide you. Where is Malvolio?

Ani. I could not stay behind you; my desire, Mar. He's coming, madam; More sharp than filed steel, did spur me forth; But in strange manner.

He is sure possess'd. And not all love to see you, (though so much, Oli, Why, what's the matter? does he rave? As might have drawn one to a longer voyage,) Mar. No, madam,

He does nothing but smile: your ladyship * Separatists in Queen Elizabeth's reign. Crabbed. Were best have guard about you, if he come ;

In Hertfordshire, which held forty persons.
I Waggon ropes.

* Wealth | Caught. Grare and demu'

have me.

come ;

For, sure, the man is tainted in his wits.

Let this fellow be looked to: Fellow !* not MalOli. Go call him hither.— I'm as mad as he, volio, nor after my degree, but fellow. Why, If sad and merry madness equal be.

every thing adheres together; that no dram of Enter MALVOLIO.

a scruple, no scruple of a scruple, no obstacle, How now, Malvolio?

no incredulous or unsafe circumstance,-What Mal. Sweet lady, ho, ho, [Smiles fantastically. can be said ? Nothing, than can be, can come Oli. Smil'st thou ?

between me and the full prospect of my hopes. I sent for thee upon a sad* occasion.

Well, Jove, not I, is the doer of this, and he is Mal. Sad, lady: I could be sad: This does to be thanked. make some obstruction in the blood, this cross- Re-enter Maria, with Sir Toby BELCA, and gartering; But what of that, if it please the

FABIAN. eye of one, it is with me as the very true son Sir To. Which way is he, in the name of net is : Please one, and please all.

sanctity? If all the devils in hell be drawn in Oli. Why, how dost thou, man? what is the little, and Legion himself possessed him, yet matter with thee?

I'll speak to him. Mal. Not black in mind, though yellow Fab. Here he is, here he is :-How is't with in my legs : It did come to his hands, and com- you Sir ? how is't with you, man ? mands shall be executed. I think, we do know Mal. Go off ; I discard you; let me enjoy the sweet Roman hand.

my private; go off. Oli. Wilt thou go to bed Malvolio?

Mar. Lo, how hollow the fiend speaks withMal. To bed? ay, sweet-heart; and I'll come in him! did not I tell you?-Sir Toby, my lady to thee.

prays you to have a care of him. Oli. God comfort thee! Why dost thou smile Mal. Ah, ha! does she so ? so, and kiss thy hand so oft ?

Sir To. Go to, go to; peace, peace, we must Mar. How do you, Malvolio?

deal gently with him; let me alone. How do Mal. At your request? Yes; Nightingales you, Malvolio? how ist with you? What, answer daws.

man! defy the devil: consider, he's an enemy Mar. Why appear you with this ridiculous to mankind. boldness before my lady?

Mal. Do you know what you say? Mal. Be not afraid of greatness ;-'Twas Mar. La you, an you speak ill of the devil, well writ.

how he takes it at heart! pray God, he be not Oli. What meanest thou by that, Malvolio? bewitched ! Mal. Some are born great,

Fab. Carry his water to the wise woman. Oli. Ha

Mar. Marry, and it shall be done to-morrow Mal. Some achieve greatness,-

morning, if I live. My lady would not lose Oli. What say'st thou?

him for more than I'll say. Mal. And some have greatness thrust upon Mal. How now, mistress? them.

Mar. O lord ! Oli. Heaven restore thee !

Sir To. Pr’ythee, hold thy peace; this is not Mal. Remember, who commended thy yellow the way: Do you not see, you move him? let stockings ;

me alone with him. Oli. Thy yellow stockings?

Fab. No way but gentleness ; gently, gently: Mal. And wished to see thee cross-gartered. the fiend is rough, and will not be roughly used. Oli Cross-gartered?

Sir To. Why, how now, my bawcock?+ how Mal. Go to : thou art made, if thou desirest dost thou, chuck? to be 80;

Mal. Sir? Oli. Am I made?

Sir To. Ay, Biddy, come with me. What, Mal. If not, let me see thee a servant still. man! 'tis not for gravity to play at cherry-pitf Oli. Why, this is very midsummer madness.t with Satan: Hang him, foul collier ! Enter Servant.

Mar. Get him to say his prayers ; good Sir Ser. Madam, the young gentleman of the Toby, get him to pray. count Orsino's is returned; I could hardly en Mal. My prayers, minix ? treat him back: he attends your ladyship’s Mar. No, I warrant you, he will not hear of pleasure.

godliness. Oli. I'll come to him. (Exit Servant.) Good Mal. Go, hang yourselves, all ! you are idle Maria, let this fellow be looked to. Where's shallow things: I am not of your element; you my cousin Toby: Let some of my people have shall know more hereafter.

[Erit. a special care of him; I would not have him Sir To. Is't possible ? miscarry for the half of my dowry.

Fab. If this were played upon a stage now, (Exeunt Olivia and Maria. I could condemn it as an improbable fiction. Mal. Oh, ho! do you come near me now? Sir To. His very genius hath taken the inno worse man than Sir Toby to look to me: fection of the device, man. This concurs directly with the letter: she sends Mar. Nay, pursue him now; lest the device him on purpose, that I may appear stubborn to take air, and taint. him ; for she incites me to that in the letter. Fab. Why, we shall make him mad, indeed. Cast thyhumble slough, says she; be opposite with Mar. The house will be the quieter. a kinsman, surly with servants,-let thy tongue Sir To. Come, we'll have him in a dark room tang with arguments of state,--put thyself into and bound. My niece is already in the belief the trick of singularity;-and, consequently, sets that he is mad; we may carry it thus, for our down the manner how; as, a sad face, a reve- pleasure, and his penance, till our very pasrend carriage, a slow tongue, in the habit of time, tired out of breath, prompt us to have some Sir of note, and so forth. I have limed mercy on him: at which time, we will bring her ;I but it is Jove's doing, and Jove make the device to the bar, and crown thee for a me thankful! And, when she went away now, finder of madmen. But see, but see. * Grave. Hot weather madness.

* Companion.

† Jolly cock, beau and coq. Caught her as a bird with birdlime.

† A play among boys.

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