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Under your hard construction must I sit,
receiving! Enough is shown; a cyprus, not a bosom, Hides my poor heart: So let me bear you speak.
Vio. I pity yon. Oli. That's a degree to love. Vio. No, not a grise ;2 for 'tis a vulgar proof, That very oft we pity enemies. Oli. Why, then, methinks, 'tis time to smile
again : O world, how apt the poor are to be proud ! If one should be a prey,
how much the better To fall before the lion, than the wolf?
[Clock strikes. The clock upbraids me with the waste of time.Be not afraid, good youth, I will not have you : And yet, when wit and youth is come to harvest, Your wife is like to reap a proper man : There lies your way, due west. Vio.
Then westward-hoe : Grace, and good disposition 'tend your ladyship! You'll nothing, madam, to my lord by me?
Oli. Stay :
Vio. Would it be better, madam, than I am,
(1) Ready apprehension. (2) Step.
In the contempt and anger of his lip!
Vio. By innocence I swear, and by my youth,
Oli; Yet come again : for thou, perhaps, may'st That heart, which now abhors, to like his love.
(Exeunt. SCENE II.- A Room in Olivia's house. Enter
Sir Toby Belch, Sir Andrew Ague-cheek, and
Sir To. Thy reason, dear venom, give thy reason.
Fab, You must need yield your reason, sir Andrew:
Sir And. Marry, I saw your niece do more fa. vours to the count's serving-man, than ever she bestowed upon me; I saw't i’ the orchard.
Sir To. Did she see thee the while, old boy? tell me that.
Sir And. As plain as I see you now.
(1) In spite of.
Sir And. 'Slight! will you make an ass o' me?.
Fab. I will prove it legitimate, sir, upon the oaths of judgment and reason.
Sir To. And they have been grand jury-men, since before Noah was a sailor.
Fab. She did show favour to the youth in your sight, only to exasperate you, to awake your dormouse valour, to put fire in your heart, and brimstone in your liver: You should then have accosted her; and with some excellent jest, fire-new from the mint, you should have banged the youth into dumbness. This was looked for at your hand, and this was baulked: the double gilt of this opportunity you let time wash off, and you are now sailed into the north of my lady's opinion; where you will hang like an icicle on a Dutchman's beard, unless you do redeem it by some laudable attempt, either of valour, or policy.
Sir And. And't be any way, it must be with valour; for policy I hate : I had as lief be a Brownist, as a politician.
Sir To. Why then, build me thy fortunes upon the basis of valour. Challenge me the count's youth to fight with him; hurt him in eleven places; my niece shall take note of it: and assure thyself, there is no love-broker in the world can more prevail in man's commendation with woman, than report of valour.
Fab. There is no way but this, sir Andrew.
Sir And. Will either of you bear me a challenge to him?
Sir To. Go, write it in a martial hand; be curst2 and brief; it is no matter how witty, so it be eloquent, and full of invention : taunt him with the license of rak: if thou thou'st him some thrice, it shall not be amiss; and as many lies as will lie in thy sheet of paper, although the sheet were big
(1) Separatists in queen Elizabeth's reign, (2) Crabbed.
enough for the bed of Warel in England, set 'em down; go, about it. Let there be gall enough in thy ink; though thou write with a goose-pen, no matter: About it.
Sir And. Where shall I find you?
[Exit Sir Andrew. Fab. This is a dear manikin to you, sir Toby.
Sir To. I have been dear to him, lad; some two thousand strong or so.
Fab. We shall have a rare letter from him : but you'll not deliver it.
Sir To. Never trust me then; and by all means stir on the youth to an answer. I think, oxen and wainropes3 cannot hale them together. For Andrew, if he were opened, and you find so much blood in his liver as will clog the foot of a flea, I'll eat the rest of the anatomy.
Fab. And his opposite, the youth, bears in his visage no great presage
Mar. If you desire the spleen, and will laugh yourselves into stitches, follow me : yon' gull Malvolio is turned heathen, a very renegado; for there is no Christian, that means to be saved by believing rightly, can ever believe such impossible passages of grossness. He's in yellow stockings.
Šir To. And cross-gartered?
Mar. Most villanously; like a pedant that keeps a school i' the church.—İ have dogged him, like his murderer : he does obey every point of the letter that I dropped to betray him. He does smile his face into more lines, than are in the new map, with the augmentation of the Indies: you have not seen
(1) In Hertfordshire, which held forty persons (2) Chamber.
(3) Waggon ropes,
such a thing as 'tis ; I can hardly forbear hurling things at him. I know, my lady will strike him; if she do, he'll smile, and take't for a great favour. Sir To. Come, bring us, bring us where he is.
(Exeunt. SCENE III.-A street. Enter Antonio and
Sebastian. Seb. I would not, by my will, have troubled you; But, since you make your pleasure of your pains, I will no further chide you.
Ant. I could not stay behind you; my desire, More sharp than filed steel, did spur me forth; And not all love to see you (though so much, As might have drawn one to a longer voyage,) But jealousy what might befall your travel, Being skilless in these parts; which to a stranger, Unguided, and unfriended, often prove Rough and unhospitable: my willing love The rather by these arguments of fear, Set forth in your pursuit. Seb.
My kind Antonio,
Would, you'd pardon me ;