ACT 1. SCENE I.—An Apartment in the DUKE'S Enter DUKE, CURIO, LORDS; Musicians attending. But, like a cloistress, she will veiled walk, Duke. If music be the food of love, play on, To pay this debt of love but to a brother, Give me excess of it; that, surfeiting, more; 'Tis not so sweet now, as it was before. Cur. Will you go hunt, my lord? Cur. The hart. Duke. Why, so I do, the noblest that I have: Enter VALENTINE. Val. So please my lord, I might not be ad- But from her handmaid do return this answer: • Value How will she love, when the rich golden shaft, (Her sweet perfections,) with one self king!- SCENE II.-The Sea Coast. Vio. And what should I do in Illyria? Perchance, he is not drown'd:-What think Cap. It is perchance, that you yourself were saved. Vio. O my poor brother! and so, perchance, may he be. Cap. True, madam: and, to comfort you with Assure yourself, after our ship did split, you, Hung on our driving boat, I saw your brother, To a strong mast, that lived upon the sea, I saw him hold acquaintance with the waves, Vio. For saying so, there's gold: Not three hours' travel from this very place. Cap. A noble duke, in nature, As in his name. Vio. What is his name? Cap. Orsino. Vio. Orsino! I have heard my father name He was a bachelor then. Cap. And so is now, [him: Or was so very late: for but a month The love of fair Olivia. Vio. What's she? Cap. A virtuous maid, the daughter of a count you: I heard my lady talk of it yesterday; and Sir To. Who? Sir Andrew Ague-cheek? Sir To. He's as tall* a man as any's in Illyria. Sir To. Why, he has three thousand ducats a year. Mar. Aye, but he'll have but a year in all these ducats; he's a very fool, and a prodigal. Sir To. Fye, that you'll say so! he plays o' the viol-de-gambo, and speaks three or four languages word for word without book, and hath all the good gifts of nature. Mar. He hath, indeed,-almost natural: for, besides that he's a fool, he's a great quarreller; and, but that he hath the gift of a coward to allay the gust he hath in quarrelling, 'tis thought among the prudent, he would quickly have the gift of a grave. Sir To. By this hand, they are scoundrels, and substractors, that say so of him. Who are they? [ing her Mar. They that add moreover, he's drunk Vio. O, that I served that lady: Cap. That were hard to compass; Vio. There is a fair behaviour in thee, cap tain; And though that nature with a beauteous wall * Enter Sir TOBY BELCH, and MARIA. Sir To. What a plague means my niece, to take the death of her brother thus? I am sure, care's an enemy to life. Mar. By troth, Sir Toby, you must come in earlier o'nights; your cousin, my lady, takes great exceptions to your ill hours. Sir To. Why, let her except before excepted. Mar. Ay, but you must confine yourself within the modest limits of order. Sir To. Confine? I'll confine myself no finer than I am: these clothes are good enough to drink in, and so be these boots too; an they be not, let them hang themselves in their own straps. Mar. That quaffing and drinking will undo * Approve Sir To. With drinking healths to my niece; I'll drink to her, as long as there is a passage in my throat, and drink in Illyria: He's a coward and a coystril, that will not drink to my niece, till his brains turn o' the toe like a parish-top. What, wench? Castiliano vulgo; for here comes Sir Andrew Ague-face. Enter Sir ANDREW AGUE-CHEEK. Sir And. Sir Toby Belch! how now, Sir Toby Belch? Sir To. Sweet Sir Andrew! Sir And. Bless you, fair shrew. Mar. And you too, Sir. Sir To. Accost, Sir Andrew, accost. Sir To. My niece's chamber-maid. Sir And. Good mistress Accost, I desire better acquaintance. Mar. My name is Mary, Sir. Sir And. Good mistress Mary Accost,Sir To. You mistake, knight: accost, is, front her, board her, woo her, assail her. Sir And. By my troth, I would not undertake her in this company. Is that the meaning of accost? Mar. Fare you well, gentlemen. Sir To. An thou let part so, Sir Andrew, would you might'st never draw sword again. Sir And. An you part so, mistress, I would I might never draw sword again. Fair lady, do you think you have fools in hand? Mar, Sir, I have not you by the hand. Sir And. Marry, but you shall have; and here's my hand. Mar. Now, Sir, thought is free: I pray you, bring your hand to the buttery-bar, and let it drink. Sir And. Wherefore sweet heart? what's your metaphor? Mar. It's dry, Sir. Sir And. Why, I think so; I am not such a ass, but I can keep my hand dry. But what's your jest? Mar. A dry jest, Sir. Sir And. Are you full of them? Mar. Ay, Sir; I have them at my fingers' ends: marry, now I let go your hand, I am barren. [Exit MARIA Sir To. O knight, thou lack'st a cup of ca- | wards you, Cesario, you are like to be muc nary: When did I see thee so put down? Sir And. Never in your life, I think; unless you see canary put me down: Methinks, sometimes I have no more wit than a Christian, or an ordinary man has :" but I am a great eater of beef, and, I believe, that does harm to my wit. Sir To. No question. Sir And. An I thought that, I'd forswear it. I'll ride home to-morrow, Sir Toby. Sir To. Pourquoy, my dear knight? Sir And. What is pourquoy? do or not do? I Would I had bestowed that time in the tongues, that I have in fencing, dancing, and bear-baiting: O, had I but followed the arts! Sir To. Then hadst thou had an excellent head of hair. hair? Sir And. Why, would that have mended my Sir To. Past question; for thou seest, it will not curl by nature. Sir And. But it becomes me well enough, does't not? Sir To. Excellent; it hang's like flax on a distaff; and I hope to see a housewife take thee between her legs, and spin it off. Sir And. 'Faith, I'll home to-morrow, Sir Toby: your niece will not be seen; or, if she be, it's four to one she'll none of me: the count himself, here hard by, wooes her. Sir To. She'll none o' the count; she'll not match above her degree, neither in estate, years, nor wit; I have heard her swear it. Tut, there's life in't, man. Sir And. I'll stay a month longer. I am a fellow o' the strangest mind i' the world; I delight in masques and revels sometimes altogether. Sir To. Art thou good at these kick-shaws, knight? Sir And. As any man in Illyria, whatsoever he be, under the degree of my betters; and yet I will not compare with an old man. Sir To. What is thy excellence in a galliard, knight? Sir And. 'Faith, I can cut a caper. Sir And. And, I think, I have the back-trick, simply as strong as any man in Illyria. Sir To. Wherefore are these things hid? wherefore have these gifts a curtain before them? are they like to take dust, like mistress Mall's picture? why dost thou not go to church in a galliard, and come home in a coranto? My very walk should be a jig; I would not so much as make water, but in a sink-a-pace. What dost thou mean? is it a world to hide virtues in? I did think, by the excellent constitution of thy leg, it was formed under the star of a galliard. Sir And. Ay, 'tis strong, and it does indifferent well in a flame-coloured stock. Shall we set about some revels? Sir To. What shall we do else? were we not born under Taurus? Sir And. Taurus? that's sides and heart. Sir To. No, Sir; it is legs and thighs. Let me see thee caper: ha! higher: ha, ha!-excellent! [Exeunt. SCENE IV.-A Room in the DUKE's Palace. Enter VALENTINE, and VIOLA in man's attire. Val. If the duke continue these favours toCinque-pace, the name of a dance. + Stocking. advanced; he hath known you but three days, and already you are no stranger. Vio. You either fear his humour, or my negligence, that you call in question the con tinuance of his love: Is he inconstant, Sir, in his favours? Val. No, believe me. Enter DUKE, CURIO, and Attendants. Vio. I thank you. Here comes the count. Duke. Who saw Cesario, ho? Vio. On your attendance, my lord; here. Thou know'st no less but all; I have unclasp'd Duke. Stand you awhile aloof.-Cesario, To thee the book even of my secret soul: Therefore, good youth, address thy gait unto her; And tell them, there thy fixed foot shall grow, Till thou have audience. Be not denied access, stand at her doors, Vio. Sure, my noble lord, If she be so abandon'd to her sorrow Rather than make unprofited return. Vio. Say, I do speak with her, my lord; Duke. O, then unfold the passion of my love, To woo your lady: yet, [Aside.] a barfult strife! [Exeunt. SCENE V.-A Room in OLIVIA'S House, Enter MARIA, and CLOWN. Mar. Nay, either tell me where thou hast been, or I will not open my lips, so wide as bristle may enter, in way of thy excuse: m lady will hang thee for thy absence. Clo. Let her hang me: he, that is well hange in this world, needs to fear no colours. Mar. Make that good. Clo. He shall see none to fear. Mur. A good lentent answer: I can tell thee where that saying was born, of, I fear no colours. Clo. Where, good mistress Mary? Mar. In the wars; and that may you be bold to say in your foolery. Clo. Well, God give them wisdom, that have it; and those that are fools, let them use their talents. Mar. Yet you will be hanged, for being so long absent: or, to be turned away; is not tha as good as a hanging to you? Clo. Many a good hanging prevents a bad marriage; and, for turning away, let summer bear it out. Mur. You are resolute then? Clo. Not so neither; but I am resolved on two points. * Mar. That, if one break, the other will hold ; or, if both break, your gaskins fall. Clo. Apt, in good faith; very apt! Well, go thy way; if Sir Toby would leave drinking, thou wert as witty a piece of Eve's flesh as any in Illyria. Mar. Peace, you rogue, no more o' that; here comes my lady: make your excuse wisely, you were best. [Exit. Enter OLIVIA, and MALVOLIO. Clo. Wit, and't be thy will, put me into good fooling! Those wits, that think they have thee, do very oft prove fools; and I, that am sure I lack thee, may pass for a wise man: For what says Quinapalus? Better a witty fool, than a foolish wit.- -God bless thee, lady! Oli. Take the fool away. Clo. Do you not hear, fellows? Take away the lady. Oli. Go to, you're a dry fool; I'll no more of you besides, you grow dishonest. more brain than a stone. Look you now, he's Oli. O, you are sick of self-love, Malvolio, Clo. Now Mercury endue thee with leasing,t for thou speakest well of fools! Re-enter MARIA. Mar. Madam, there is at the gate a young Oli. Who of my people hold him in delay? Oli, Fetch him off, I pray you; he speaks Clo. Two faults, madonna,t that drink and good counsel will amend: for give the dry fool drink, then is the fool not dry; bid the dishon-you est man mend himself; if he mend, he is no longer dishonest; if he cannot, let the botcher Clo. Thou hast spoke for us, madonna, as if mend him: Any thing, that's mended, is but thy eldest son should be a fool: whose skull patched virtue, that transgresses, is but pat-Jove cram with brains, for here he comes, one ched with sin; and sin, that amends, is but of thy kin, has a most weak piu mater.§ patched with virtue: If that this simple sylloEnter Sir TOBY BELCH. gism will serve, so; if it will not, What remedy? As there is no true cuckold but calamity, so beauty's a flower-the lady bade take away the fool; therefore, I say again, take her away. Oli. Sir, I bade them take away you. Clo. Misprision in the highest degree!-Lady, Cucullus non facit monachum; that's as much as to say, I wear not motely in my brain. Good madonna, give me leave to prove you a fool. Oli. Can you do it? Clo. Dexterously, good madonna. Oli. Make your proof. Clo. I must catechize you for it, madonna; Clo. Good madonna, why mourn'st thou? Oli. What think you of this fool, Malvolio? doth he not mend? Mal. Yes; and shall do, till the pangs of death shake him: Infirmity, that decays the wise, doth ever make the better fool. Clo. God send you, Sir, a speedy infirmity, for the better increasing your folly! Sir Toby will be sworn, that I am no fox ; but he will not pass his word for two-pence that you are no fool. Oli. How say you to that, Malvolio? Mal. I marvel your ladyship takes delight ip such a barren rascal; I saw him put down the ether day with an ordinary fool, that has no * Points were hooks which fastened the hose or breeches. + Italian mistress, dame Oli. By mine honour, half drunk.-What is he at the gate, cousin? Sir To. A gentleman. Oli. A gentleman? What gentleman ? Oli. Cousin, cousin, how have you come so Sir To. Lechery! I defy lechery: There's one at the gate. Oli. Ay, marry; what is he? Sir To. Let him be the devil, care not: give me faith, say I. one. an he will, I Oli. Go thou and seek the coroner, and let Clo. He is but mad yet, madonna; and the fool shall look to the madman. [Exit CLOWN. Re-enter MALVOLIO. Mal. Madam, yond young fellow swears he Oli. Tell him, he shall not speak with me. Fools' baubles. + Short arrows. The cover of the brain. ! ་ Mai. He has been told so; and he says, he'll stand at your door like a sheriff's post, and be the supporter of a bench, but he'll speak with you. Oli. What kind of man is he? Mal. Of very ill manner; he'll speak with you, will you, or no. Vio. I am a messenger. Oli. Sure, you have some hideous matter to deliver, when the courtesy of it is so fearful. Speak your office. Vio. It alone concerns your ear. I bring no overture of war, no taxation of homage; I hold the olive in my hand: my words are as full of peace as matter. Oli. Yet you began rudely. What are you? what would you? Vio. The rudeness, that hath appear'd in me, have I learn'd from my entertainment. What I am, and what I would, are as secret as maidenhead: to your ears, divinity; to any Oli. Of what personage, and years, is he? Mul. Not yet old enough for a man, nor young enough for a boy; as a squash is before 'tis a pease-cod, or a codling when 'tis almost an apple: 'tis with him e'en standing water, between boy and man. He is very well-favour-other's, profanation. ed, and he speaks very shrewishly; one would think, his mother's milk were scarce out of him. Oli. Let him approach: Call in my gentle woman. Vio. The honourable lady of the house, which is she? Oli. Speak to me, I shall answer for her. Your will? Oli. Give us the place alone: we will hear this divinity. [Exit MARIA.] Now, Sir, what is your text? Vio. Most sweet lady, Oli. A comfortable doctrine, and much may be said of it. Where lies your text? Vio. In Orsino's bosom. Oli. In his bosom? In what chapter of his bosom? Vio. To answer by the method, in the first of his heart. Oli. O, I have read it; it is heresy. Have you no more to say? Vio. Good madam, let me see your face. Oli. Have you any commission from your lord to negociate with my face? you are now Vio. Most radiant, exquisite, and unmatch-out of your text: but we will draw the curtain, able beauty, I pray you, tell me, if this be the and show you the picture. Look you, Sir, such lady of the house, for I never saw her: I would a one as I was this present:* Is't not well done? be loath to cast away my speech; for, besides [Unveiling. that it is excellently well penn'd, I have taken great pains to con it. Good beauties, let me sustain no scorn; I am very comptible, even to the least sinister usage. Oli. Whence came you, Sir? Vio. I can say little more than I have studied, and that question's out of my part. Good gentle one, give me modest assurance, if you be the lady of the house, that I may proceed in my speech. Ol. Are you a comedian? Vio. No, my profound heart: and yet, by the very fangs of malice, I swear, I am not hat I play. Are you the lady of the house? Oli. If I do not usurp myself, I am. Vio. Most certain, if you are she, you do usurp yourself; for what is yours to bestow, is not yours to reserve. But this is from my commission: I will on with my speech in your praise, and then show you the heart of my message. Oli. Come to what is important in't: I forgive you the praise. 10. Alas, I took great pains to study it, and 'tisetical. Ol. It is the more likely to be feigned; Dray you, keep it in. I heard, you were saucy at my gates; and allowed your approach, rather to wonder at you than to hear you. If you be not mad, be gone; if you have reason, be brief: 'tis not that time of moon with me, to make one in so skipping a dialogue. Mar. Will you hoist sail, Sir? here lies your Vio. Excellently done, if God did all. Oli. 'Tis in grain, Sir; 'twill endure wind and weather. Vio. 'Tis beauty truly blent, whose red and Nature's own sweet and cunning hand laid on: Oli. O, Sir, I will not be so hard-hearted; I will give out divers schedules of my beauty: It shall be inventoried; and every particle, and utensil, labelled to yill: as, item, two lips indifferent red; item, two grey eyes, with lids to them; item, one neck, one chin, and so forth. Were you sent hither to 'praise me? Vio. I see you what you are: you are too But, if you were the devil, you are fair. Oli. How does he love me? fire. |