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Why, what would you ! Seb. If you will not undo what you have done, Vio. Make me a willow cabin at your gate, that is, kill him whom you have recovered, desire And call upon my soul within the house ;
it not, Fare ye well at once : my bosom is full of Write loyal cantons of contemned love,
kindness; and I am yet so near the manners of my And sing them loud even in the dead of night; mother, that upon the least occasion more, mine eyes Holla your name to the reverberate hills,
will tell tales of me. I am bound to the count OrAnd make the babbling gossip of the air
sino's court : farewell.
[Erit. Cry out, Olivia ! O, you should not rest
Ant. The gentleness of all the gods go with thee! Between the elements of air and earth,
I have many enemies in Orsino's court, But you should pity me.
Else would I very shortly see thee there : Oli. You might do much : What is your parentage? But, come what may, I do adore thee su,
Vio. Above my fortunes, yet my state is well: That danger shall seem sport, and I will go. (Exit. I am a gentleman. Oli. Get you to your lord ;
SCENE II. A Street.
Enter Viola; Malvolio following.
Mal. Were not you even now with the countess I thank you for your pains : spend this for me.
Olivia ? Vio. I am no fee'd post, lady; keep your purse;
Vio. Even now, sir ; on a moderate pace I have My master, not myself, lacks recompense.
since arrived but hither. Love make his heart of flint, that you shall love;
Mal. She returns this ring to you, sir ; yon might And let your fervoar, like my master's, be
have saved me my pains, to have taken it away yourPlac'd in contempt!'Farewell,
fair cruelty. (Exit. lord into a desperate assarance she will none of him:
self. She adds moreover, that you should put your Oli. What is your parentage! Abovo my fortunes, yet my state is well :
and one thing more; that you be never so hardy te I am a gentleman. I'll be sworn thou art;
come again in his affairs, unless it be to report your Thy tongue, thy face, thy limbs, actions, and spirit, lord's taking of this. Receive it so. Do give thee five-fold blazon :- Not too last: soit!
Vio. She took the ring of me: I'll none of it. Unless the master were the man.--How now ! (soft!
Mal, Come, sir, you peevishly threw it to her;
and her will' is, it should be so returned : if it be Even so quickly may one catch the plague! Methinks, I feel this youth's perfections,
worth stooping for, there it lies in your eye; if not, With an invisible and subtle stealth,
be it his that tinds it.
(Exit. To creep in at mine eyes. Well, let it be.
Vio. I left no ring with her : what means this lady! What, ho, Malvolio !-
Fortune forbid, my outside have not charm'd her!
She made good view of me; indeed, so much, Re-enter Malvolio.
Tbat, sure, methought, her eyes had lost her tongue, Mal.
Here, madam, at your service. For she did speak in starts distractedly. Oli. Run after that same peevish messenger,
She loves me, sure ; the cunning of her passion The county's man: be left his ring behind him,
Invites me in this churlish messenger. Would I, or not; tell him, I'll none of it.
None of any lord's ring! why, he sent her none. Desire him not to flatter with his lord,
I am the man ; if it be so (as 'tis), Nor hold him up with hopes; I am not for himn :
Poor lady she were better love a dream. If that the youth will come this way to-morrow,
Disguise, I see, thou art a wickedness, I'll give him reasons for't. Hie thee, Malvolio. Wherein the pregnant enemy does much. Mal. Madam, I will.
(Exit. How easy is it, for the proper-false Oli. I do I know not what: and fear to find In women's waxen hearts to set their forms! Mine eye too great a flatterer for my mind.
Alas ! our frailty is the cause, not we; Fate, show thy force : ourselves we do not owe;
For, such as we are made of, such we be.
And I, poor monster, fond as much on him;
What will become of this? As I am man,
My state is desperate for my master's love ;
As I am woman, now alas the day !
What thriftless sighs shall poor Olivia breathe ? Enter Antonio and Sebastiau.
O time, thou must untangle this, not I; Ant. Will you stay no longer nor will you not, It is too hard a knot for me to nntie. (Exit. that I go with you!
SCENE III. A Room in Olivia's House. Seb. By your patience, no : my stars shine darkly over me; the malignancy of my fate might, perhaps, Enter Sir Toby Belch and Sir Andrew Ague-cheek. distemper yours ; therefore I shall crave of you your Sir To. Approach, sir Andrew : not to be a-bed leave, that I may bear my evils alone; it were a bad after midnight, is to be up betimes; and diluculo recompense for your love, to lay any of them on you. surgere, thou know'st,
Ant. Let me yet know of you, whither you are bound.
Sir And, Nay, by my troth, I know not: but I Seb. No, sooth, sir; my determinate voyage is know...o be uplate, is to be up late.
Sir To. A false conclusion; I hate it as an unfilled mere extravagancy. Bat I perceive in you so excel-can: to be up after midnight, and to go to bed then, lent a touch of modesty, that you will not extort is early; so that, to go to bed after midnight is to go from me what I am willing to keep in ; therefore it to bed betimes. Do not our lives consist of the four charges me in manners the rather to express myself. elements ? You must know of me then, Antonio, my name is Sir And. 'Faith, so they say, but, I think it raSebastian, which I called Roderigo; my father was ther consists of eating and drinking. that Sebastian of Messaline, whom I know you have heard of: he left behind him, myself, and a sister, and drink.-Marian, I say! a stoop of wine!
Sir To. Thou art a scholar ; let is therefore eat both born in an hour. If the heavens had been pleased, 'would we bad so ended! but you, sir, al
Enter Clown. tered that ; for, some hour before you took me from Sir And. Here comes the fool, i'faith. the breach of the sea, was my sister drowned. Clo. How now, my hearts ? Did you never see the Ant. Alas, the day!
picture of we three Seb. A lady, sir, though it was said she much re Sir To. Welcome, ass. Now let's have a catch. sembled me, was yet of many accounted beautiful : Sir And. By my troth, the fool has an excellent bat, though I could not, with such estimable won-breast. I had rather than forty shillings I had sach der, over-far believe that, yet thus far I will boldly a leg; and so sweet a breath to sing, as the foot has. pablish her, she bore a mind that envy could not but In sooth, thou wast in very gracious fooling last call fair : she is drowned already, sir, with salt night, when thou spokest of Pigrogromitus, of the water, though I seem to drown her remembrance Vapians passing the equinoctial of Queubus ; 'twas again with more.
very good, i'faith. I sent thee sixpence for thy leAnt: Pardon me, sir, your bad entertainment. man hadst it? Seb. O, good Antonio, forgive me your trouble. Clo. I did impeticos thy gratillity; for Malvolio's
Ant. If you will not murder me for my love, let nose is no whipstock : my lady has a white hand, and me be your servant.
the myrmidons are no bottle-ale houses.
Sir And. Excellent! Why, this is the best foot Sir To. Out o'time? sir, ye lie.--Art any more than ing, when all is done. Now, a song.
a steward? Dost thou think, because thou art vittuSir To. Come on; there is sixpence for you : let's ous, there shall be no more cakes and ale ! have a song
Clo. Yes, by saint Anne ; and ginger shall be hot Sir And. There's a testril of me too: if one knight i'the mouth too. give a
Sir To. Thou'rt i'the right.--Go, sir, rub your Clo. Would you have a love-song, or a song of chain with crumbs :-a stoop of wine, Maria! good life?
Mal. Mistress Marv, if you prized my lady's favour Sir To. A love-song, a love-song.
at any thing more than contempi, you would not give Sir And. Ay, ay; I care not for good life. means for this uncivil rule ; she shall know of it, by SONG. this hand.
Mar. Go shake your ears. Clo. O mistress mine, where are you roaming?
when 0, stay and hear your true love's coming,
Sir Anul. "Twere as good a deed as
a man's a hungry, to eballenge him to the field ; and Trip no further, pretty sweeting,
then to break promise with him, and make a fool of
Sir To. Do’t, knight; I'll write thee a challenge ;
or I'll deliver thy indignation to him by word of Sir And. Excellent good, i'faith.
mouth. Sir To. Good, good.
Mar. Sweet sir Toby, be patient for to-night; since Clo. What is love ! 'tis not hereafter ;
the youth of the count's was to-day with my lady, Present mirth hath present laughter;
she is much out of quiet. For monsieur Malvolio, let What's to come is still unsure :
me alone with him if I do not goll him into a nayIn delay there lies no plenty
word, and make him a common recreation, do not Then come kiss me, sveet-and-trenty, think I have wit enough to lie straight in my bed : Youth's a stuff will not endure.
I know I can do it. Sir And. A melliflaous voice, as I am a true knight. Sir To. Possess us, possess as ; tell us something Sir To. A contagious breath.
of hin. Sir And. Very sweet and contagions, i'faith. Mar. Marry, sir, sometimes he is a kind of Puritan.
Sir To. To hear by the nose, it is dulcet in conta Sir And. O, if I thought that, I'd beat him like a gion. But shall we make the welkin dance indeed ? dog. Shall we rouse the night-owl in a catch, that will Sir To. Wbat, for being a Puritan ? thy exquisite draw three souls out of one weaver ? shall we do that reason, dear knight? Sir And. An you love me, let's do't: I am a dog
Sir And, I have no exquisite reason for't, but I at a cateh.
have reason good enough. Clo. By'r lady, sir, and some dogs will catch well. Mar. The devil a Puritan that he is, or any thing Sir Anl. Most certain: let our catch be, Thou knave. constantly but a time-pleaser; an affectioned ass, that
Clo. Hold thy peace, thou knave, knight! I shall cors state without book, and utters it by great swarths: be constraind in't to call thee knave, knight.
the best persuaded of himself, so crammed, as he Sir And. "Dis not the first time I have constrain'a thinks, with excellencies, that it is his groand of ane to call me knave. Begin, fool; it begins, Hold faith, that all that look on him, love him; and on thy peace.
that 'vice in him will my revenge find notable cause Clo. I shall never begin, if I hold my peace.
to work. Sir And. Good, i'faith! Come, begin.
Sir To. What wilt thou do? [They sing a Catch. Mar. I will drop in his way some obseure epistles Enter Maria.
of love; wherein, by the colour of his beard, the Mar. What a caterwauling do you keep here! If shape of his leg, the manner of his gait, the expresmy lady have not called up her steward,' Malvolio, sare of his eye, forehead, and complexion, he shall and bid him turn you out of doors, never trust me.
find himself most feelingly personated : I can write Sir To. My lady's a Cataian, we are politicians; very like my lady, your niece; on a forgotten matter Malvolio's a Peg-a-Ramsey, and Three merry men we
we can hardly make distinction of our hands. be. Ain not I consanguineous ? am not I of her blood !
Sir To. Excellent! I smell a device. Tilley-valley, lady! There dwelt a man in Babylon,
Sir And. I have't in my nose too. lady, lady!
Sir To. He shall think, by the letters that thoa clo. Beshrew me, the knight's in admirable fooling wilt drop, that they come from my riece, and that
Sir And. Ay, he does well enough if he be dis- she is in love with him. posed, and so do I too; he does with a better Mar. My parpose is, indeed, a horse of that coloar. grace, but I do it more natural.
Sir And. And your horse now would make him an Sir To. O, the twelfth day of December,-
Mar. Ass, I doubt not. Mar. For the love of God, peace.
Sir And. O, 't will be admirable.
Mar. Sport royal, I warrant you : I know, my phyEnter Malvolio.
sic will work with him. I will plant yon two, and Mal. My masters, are you mad ? or what are you ? let the fool make a third, where he shall find the Have you no wit, manners, nor honesty, but to gab- letter; observe his construction of it. For this night, ble like tinkers at this time of night! Do ye make to bed, and dream on the event. Farewell. (Exit. an ale-house of my lady's house, that ye squeak out Sir To. Good night, Penthesilea. your coziers' catches without any mitigation or re Sir And. Before me, she's a good wench. morse of voice ! Is there no respect of place, persons, Sir To. She's a beagle, trne-bred, and one that nor time, in you !
adores me ; What o'that?
Sir To. Let's to bed, knight.-Thou hadst need lady bade me tell yon, that, though she harbours you Sir And. If I canaot recover your niece, I am a foul as her kinsman, she's nothing allied to your disorders.
way out. If you can separate yourself and your misdemeanors, Sir To. Send for money, knight; if thou hast her you are welcome to the house; if not, an it would not i'the end, call me Cut. please you to take leave of her, she is very willing Sir And, if I do not, nover trust ine, take it how to bid you farewell. Sir To. Farewell, dear heart, since I must needs
Sir To. Come, come; I'll go burn some sack, 'tis be
too late to go to bed now : come, knight; come, Nay, good sir Toby.
[Exeunt. Clo. His eyes do show his days are almost done. Mal. Is't even so ?
SCENE IV. A Room in the Dike's Palace. Sir To. But I snill never die.
Enter Duke, Viola, Curio, and others. Clo. Sir Toby, there you lie.
Duke. Give me some music: Now.good-morrow, Mal. This is much credit to you.
friends :Sir To. Shall I bid him go?
[Singing. Now, good Cesario, but that piece of song, Clo. What an if you do?
That old and antique song we beard last night; Sir To. Shall I bid him go, and spare not ! Methought, it did relieve iny passion much; Clo. O, no, no, no, no, you dare not
More than light airs and recollected terms,
of these most brisk and giddy-paced times : But 'tis that miracle, and queen of gems, Come, but one verse.
That nature pranks her in, attracts my soal. Cur. He is not here, so please your lordship, that Vio. But if she cannot love you, sir? should sing it.
Duke. I cannot be so answer'd. Dule. Who was it!
'Sooth, but you must. Cur. Feste, the jester, my lord ; a fool, that the Say, that some lady, as, perhaps, there is, lady Olivia's father took much delight in : he is about Hath for your love as great a pang of heart the house.
As you have for Olivia: you cannot love her: Duke. Seek him out, and play the tune the while. You tell her so ; Must she not then be answer'd !
[Exit Curio.-Music. Duke. There is no woman's sides, Come bither, boy; If ever thou shalt love,
Can bide the beating of so strong a passion In the sweet pangs of it remember me :
As love doth give my heart: no woman's heart For, such as I am, all true lovers are ;
So big, to hold so much ; they lack retention. Unstaid and skittish in all motions else,
Alas, their love inay be call'd appetite,-Save, in the constant image of the creature
No motion of the liver, but the palate, That is belov'd.-How dost thou like this tune! That suffer surfeit, cloyment, and revolt; Vio. It gives a very echo to the seat
But mine is all as hungry as the sea, Where Love is thron'd.
And can digest as much : make no compare
Between that love a woman can bear me,
Ay, bat I know,Hath it not, boy!
Dute. What dost thou know? Vio. A little, by your favour.
Vio. Too well what love women to men may owe: Duke. What kind of woman is't!
In faith they are as true of heart as we.
of your complexion. My father had a daughter lov'd a man,
And what's her history ! An elder than herself; so wears she to him,
Vio. A blank, my lord : She never told her love, So sways she level in her husband's heart.
But let concealment, like a worm i'the bud, For, boy, however we do praise ourselves,
Feed on her damask cheek: she pin'd in thought; Our fancies are more giddy and unfirm,
And, with a green and yellow melancholy, More longing, warering, sooner lost and worn, She sat like patience on a monument, Than women's are.
Smiling at grief. Was not this love, indeed! Vio
I think it well, my lord. We en may say more, swear more: but, indeed, Dube. Then let thy love be younger than thyself, Our shows are more than will; for still we prove Or thy affection cannot hold the bent :
Much in our vows, but little in our love. For women are as roses; whose fair flower,
Dute. But died thy sister of her love, my boy! Being once display'd, doth fall that very hour. Vio. I am all the daughters of my father's house,
Vio. And so they are : alas, that they are so ; And all the brothers too ;---and yet I know not: To die, even when they to perfection grow! Sir, shall I to this lady! Re-enter Curio and Clown.
Ay, that's the theme.
To her in haste; give her this jewel ; say,
SCENE V. Olivia's Garden.
Enter Sir Toby Belch, Sir Andrew Agae-cheek, [bones,
and Fabian. And dallies with the innocence of love, Like the old age.
Sir To. Come thy ways, signior Fabian. Clo. Are you ready, sir !
Fab. Nay, I'll come; if I lose a scruple of this Duke. Ay; pr'ythee, sing.
(Music. sport, let me be boiled to death with melaneholy
Sir To. Wouldst thou not be glad to have the nigSONG.
gardly rascally sheep-biter come by some notable Clo. Come array, come away, death,
shame? And in sau cypress let me be laid;
Fab. I would exult, man: you know he brought Fly quay, My quay, breath ;
me ont of favour with my lady, about a bear-baiting I am slain by a fair cruel maid.
here. My shroud of white, stuck all with yeu,
Sir T5. To anger him, we'll have the bear again ; o, prepare it;
and we will fool him black and blue :-Sball we not,
sir Andrew ? My part of death no one so true Did share it.
Sir And. An we do not, it is pity of our lives. Not a flower, not a flower sweet,
Enter Maria. On my black coffin let there be stron;
Sir To. Here comes the little villain :-How now, Not a friend, not a friend greet
my nettle of India ? My poor corpse, where my bones shall be thrown; Mar. Get ye all three into the box-tree : Malvolio's A thousand'thousanıl sighs to save,
coming down this walk; he hath been yonder i'the Lay me, 0, arkere Sad true lover ne'er find my grave,
sun, practising behaviour to his own shadow, this
half hour; observe him, for the love of mockery; for, To weep there.
I know, this letter will make a contemplative idiot Duke. There's for thy pains.
of him. Close, in the name of jesting! [The Men Clo. No pains, sir; I take pleasure in singing, sir.
hide themselves.] Lie thou there ; (Throus doron a Duke. I'll pay thy pleasure then.
Letter. ] for here comes the trout that must be caught Clo. Truly, sir, and pleasure will be paid, one time with tickling.
(Exit. or another.
Enter Malvolio. Duke. Give me now leave to leave thee.
Mal. "Tis but fortune ; all is fortune. Maria once Clo. Now, the melancholy god protect thee; and told me, she did affect me: and I have heard herthe tailor make thy doublet of changeable taffeta, for self come thus near, that, should she faney, it should thy mind is a very opal !- I would have men of such be one of my complexion. Besides, she uses me with constancy put to sea, that their business might be a more exalted respect, than any one else that follows every thing, and their intent every where ; for that's her. What should I think on't! it, that always makes a good voyage of nothing: - Sir To. Here's an over-weening rogue ! Farewell.
(Exit. Fab. O, peace ! Contemplation makes a rare tarDuke. Let all the rest give place.
key-cock of him; how he jets under his advanced [Exeunt Curio and tend nts. plumes !
Once more, Cesario, Sir And. 'Slight, I could so beat the rogae:Get thee to yon' same sovereign
Sir To. Peace, I say. Tell her, my love, more noble than the world,
Mal. To be count Malvolio!
Sir To. Ah, rogue !
Sir Tb. Peace, peace!
Mal. There is example fort; the lady of the Pab. Did not I say, he would work it out! the cur strachy married the veoman of the wardrobe.
is excellent at faults. Sir And. Fie on him, Jezebel!
Mal. M. But then there is no consonancy in the Fab. O, peace! now he's deepiy in ; look how ima- sequel; that suffers under probation : A should folgination blows him!
low, but I does. Mal. Having been three months married to her, Fab. And O sball end, I hope. sittiog in my state,
Sir To. Ay, or I'll cudgel him, and make bim Sir 7o. O, for a stone-bow to hit him in the eye ! cry, 0.
Mal. Calling my otlicers about me, in my branched Mal. And then I comes behind. velvet gown; baving come from a day-bed, where I Fab. Ay, an you had an eye behind you, you might left Olivia sleeping.
see more detraction at your heels, than fortunes beSir To. Fire and brimstone!
fore you Fab. 0, peace, peace!
Mal. M. O, A, 1;This simulation is not as the Mal. And then to have the humour of state and former: and yet, to crush this a little, it would bow after a demure travel of regard,--telling them, I know to me, for every one of these letters are in my name. my place, as I would they should do theirs--to ask Soft! here follows prose.-If this fall into thy hand, for my kinsman Toby :
revolve. In my stars I am above thee; but be not Sir To. Bolts and shackles !
afraid of greatness : Some are born great, some Fab. 0, peace, peace, peace ! now, now.
achieve greatness, and some have greatness thrust Mal. Seven of my people, with an obedient start, upon them. Thy jates open their hands; let thy blood make out for him: 'I frown the while ; and, per- and spirit embrace them. And, to inure thyself to chance, wind up my watch, or play with some rich 'hat thou art like to be, cast thy humble slough, and jewel. Tuby approaches ; court'sies there to me : appear fresh. Be opposite with a kinsman, surly Sir To, Shall this fellow live?
Trith serrants : let thy tongue tang arguments of Fab. Though our silence be drawn from us with state ; put thyself into the trick of singularity: She cars, yet peace.
thus advises thre, that sighs for thre. Remember toko Mal. I extend my hand to him thus, quedebing commended thy yellow stockings, and vished to see my familiar smile with an austere regard of control thee ever cross-gartered : I say, remember. Go to ;
Sir To. And does not Tuby take you a blow o'the thou art macte i thou desirest to be so; if not, let me lips then?
see thee a steward still, the jellor of servants, and not Mal. Saving, Cousin Toby, my fortunes haring cast worthy to touch fortune's fingers. Farewell. She, me on your niece, give me this prerogative of that would alter services with thee, speech :
The fortunate-unhappy. Sir To. What, what!
Day-light and champian discovers not more : this is Mal. You must amend your drunkenness.
open. I will be prond, I will read politic anthors, I Sir To. Out, scab!
will battle Sir Toby, I will wash off gross acquaintFab. Nay, patience, or we break the sidews of our ance, I will be point-de-vice, the very man, I do not plot.
now fool myself, to let imagination jade me ; for every Mal. Besides, you waste the treasure of your time reason excites to this, that my lady loves me. She with a foolish knight;
did commend my yellow stockings of late, she did Sir And. Tbat's me, I warrant you.
praise my leg being cross-gartered ; and in this she Mul. One Sir Andren:
manifests berself to my love, and, with a kind of irSir Anil. I knew, 'twas I; for many do call me fool. junction, drives me to these habits of her liking. I Mal. What emp.oyment have we here?
thank my stars, I am happy. I will be strange, stout,
[Taking up the Letter. in yellow stockings, and cross-gartered, even with Fab. Now is the woodcock near the gin.
the swiftness of putting on. Jove, and my stars be Sir To. 0, peace ! and the spirit of humours inti- praised !-Here is yet a postscript. Thou canst not mate reading aloud to him !
choose but know who I am. If thou entertainest my Mal. By my life, this is my lady's hand : these be lore, let it appear in thy smiling; thy smiles become her very c''s, ber U's, and her T's : and thus makes thee well; therefore in my presence still smile, dear she her great P's. It is, in contempt of question, her my sweet, I pr'ythee. Jove, I thank thee.--I will hand.
smile; I will do every thing that thou wilt have me. Sir And. Her C's, her U's, and her T's : why that?
[Exit. Mal. [Riails] To the unknown beloved, this, and Fab. I will not give my part of this sport for a pepmy good wishes : her very phrases !-By your leave, sion of thousands to be paid from the Sophy, was.--Soft!-and the impressure her Lucrece, with Sir To. I could marry this wench for this device. which she uses to seal; 'uis my lady: To whom Sir And. So could I too. should this be!
Sir To. And ask no other dowry with her, but such Fab. This wins him, liver and all.
another jest. Mal. [Reails] Jove knoirs, I love :
Sir And. Nor I neither.
Fab. Here comes my noble gull-catcher.
Sir To. Wilt thou set thy foot o'my neck ! No man must know. - What follows the numbers Sir And. Or o'mine either ! altered !--No man must know .-ll this should be Sir To. Shall I play my freedom at tray-trip, and thee, Malvolio!
become thy bond slave! Sir To. Marry, hang thee, broek!
Sir And. I'faith, or I either? Mal. I may command, where I adore :
Sir To. Why, thou hast put him in such a dream, Bui silence, like a Lucrece knite,
that, when the image of it leaves him, he must run With bloodless stroke my heart doth gore; mad. M, O, A, I, doth sway my life.
Mar. Nay, but say true; does it work upon him? Fab. A füstian riddle!
Sir To. Like aqua-vitæ with a midwife. Sir To. Excellent wench, say I.
Mar. If you will then see the fruits of the sport, Mal. M, 0, A, I, doth sway my life.-Nay, but mark his first approach before my lady: he will come first, let me see, - let me see, let me see.
to her in yellow stockings, aud'tis à colour she abFab. What a dish of poison has she dressed him ! hors; and cross-gartered, a fashion she detests; and
Sir To. And with what wing the stannyel checks he will sinile upon her, which will now be so unat it!
suitable to her disposition, being addicted to a meMal. I may command where I adore. Why, she lancholy as she is, that it cannot but turn him into may command me; I serve her, she is my lady, a notable contempt : if you will see it, follow me. Why, this is evideot to any fornial capacity. There Sir To. To the gates of Tartar, thou most excellent is no obstruction in this - And the end,What de vil of wit ! should that alphabetical position portend ? if I could Sir And. I'll make one too.
(L'xeunt. make that resemble something in me, -Softly! M, 0, A, L. Sir To. o, ay ! make up that: he is now at a cold
ACT INI. scent.
SCENE 1. Olivia's Garden. Pab. Sowter will cry upon't, for all this, though it be as rank as a fos.
Enter Viola, and Clown with Tabor. Mal. M.--Malvolio ;-M,--why, that begins my Vio. Save thee, friend, and thy musie: Dost thou name.
live by thy tabor!
Clo. No, Sir, I live by the church.
Vio. My matter hath no voice, lady, but to your Vio. Art thou a charchman !
own most pregnant and vouchsafed ear. Clo. No such matter, sir; I do live by the church: Sir And. odours, pregnant, and vouchsafed :-1'!! for I do live at my house, and my house doth stand get 'em all three ready. by the church.
Oli. Let the garden door be shut, and leave me to Vio. So thou may'st say, the king lies by a beggar, my hearing. if a beggar dwell near him: or, the church stands by [Ereunt Sir Toby, Sir Andrew, and Maria, thy tabor, if thy tabor stands by the church.
Give me your hand, sir. Clo. You have said, sir.-To see this age !-A sen Vio. My daty, madam, and most bumble service. tence is but a cheveril glove to a good wit ; How Oli. What is your name? quickly the wrong side may be turned outward! Vio. Cesario is your servant's name, fair princess.
Vio. Nay, that's certain; they that dally nicely Oli. My servant, sir! 'Twas never inerry world, with words, may quickly make them wanton. Since lowly feigning was call'd compliment:
Clo, I would iherefore, my sister had had no name, You are servant to the count Orsino, youth. sir.
Vio. And he is yours, and his must needs be yours; Vio. Why, man?
Your servant's servant is your servant, madam. Clo. Why, sir, her name's a word; and to dally Oli. For him, I think not on him: for his thoughts, with that word, might make my sister wanton: Eat, Would they were blanks, rather than fill'd with me! indeed, words are very rascals, since bonds disgraced Vio. Madam, I come to whet your gentle thoughts them.
On his behalf :Vio. Thy reason, man?
o, by your leave, I pray you; Clo. Troth, sir, I can yield you none without words; I bade you never speak again of him : and words are grown so false, I am loath to prove But, would you undertake another suit, reason with them.
I had rather hear you to solicit that, Vio. I warrant, thou art a merry fellow, and carest Tban music from the spheres. for nothing.
Dear lady, Clo. Not so, sir, I do care for something : but in Oli, Give me leave, I beseech yon: I did send, my conscience, sir, I do not care for you ; if that be After the last enchantinent you did here, to care for nothing, sir, I would it would make you A ring in chase of you ? so did I abuse invisible.
Myself, my servant, and, I fear me, you : Vio. Art not thou the lady Olivia's fool!
Under your hard construction must I sit, Clo. No, indeed, sir; the lady Olivia has no folly: To force that on you, in a shameful cunning, she will keep no foo!, sir, till she be married ; and which you knew none of yours: What might you fools are as like husbands as pilchards are to herrings, Have you not set mine honour at the stake, (think? the husband's the bigger : I am, indeed, not her tool, And baited it with all the opmuzzled thoughts bat her corrupter of words.
That tyrannoas heart can think? To one of your re. Vio. I saw thee late at the count Orsino's. Enough is shown ; a cypress, not a bosom, [ceiving
Clo. Foolery, sir, does walk about the orb, like the Hides my poor heart: So let me hear you speak. sun; it shines every where. I would be sorry, sir, Vio. I pity you. but the fool should be as oft with your master, as with Oli. That's a degree to love. my mistress : I think, I saw your wisdom there. Vio. No, not a grise ; for 'tis a vulgar proof,
Vio. Nay, an tboa pass upon me, I'll no more with That very oft we pity enemies. thee. Hold, there's expenses for thee.
Oli. Why, then, Inethinks, 'tis time to smile again: Clo. Now Jove, in his next commodity of hair, O world, how apt the poor are to be proud! send thee a beard!
If one should be a prey, how much the better Vio. By my troth, I'll tell thee; I am almost sick To fall before the lion than the wolf ? (Clack striles. for one; thongh I would not have it grow on my chin. The clock upbraids me with the waste of time.Is thy lady within ?
Be not afraid, good youth, I will not have you : Clo. Would not a pair of these have bred, sir? And yet, when wit and youth is come to harvest, Vio. Yes, being kept together, and put to use. Your wife is like to reap a proper man:
Clo. I would play lord Pandarus of Phrygia, sir, There lies your way, due west. to bring a Cressida to this Troilus.
Then westward hoe : Vio. I understand you, sir ; 'tis well begg'd. Grace, and good disposition 'tend your ladysbip!
Clo. The matter, I hope, is not great, sir, begging You'll nothing, madam, to my lord by me? but a beggar; Cressida was a beggar. My lady is Oli.
Stay : within, sir. I will construe to them whence you I pr’ythee, tell me, what thou think'st of me. come: who are you, and what you would, are out of Vio. 'That you do think, you are not what you are. my welkin: I might say, element; but the word is Oli. If I think so, I think the same of you. over-worn.
[Exit. Vio. Then think you right; I am not what I am. Vio. This fellow's wise enough to play the fool; Oli. I would, you were as I would have you be! And, to do that well, craves a kind of wit :
Vio. Would it be better, madam, than I am,
Oli. 0, what a deal of scorn looks beautiful
Than love that would seen hid : love's night is noon. For folly, that he wisely shows, is tit;
Cesario, by the roses of the spring,
Nor wit, nor reason, can my passion bide.
Do not extort thy reasons from this clause, Sir And. Dieu vous garde, monsieur,
For that I woo, thou therefore hast no cause; Vio. Et vous aussi : votre serviteur.
But, rather, reason thus with reason fetter: Sir And. I hope, sir, you are ; and I am yours.
Love sought is good, but given unsought, is better. Sir To. Will you encounter the house! my niece
Vio. By innocence I swear, and by my youth, is desirous you should enter, if your trade be to ber. And that no woman has ; nor never none
I have one heart, one bosom, and one truth,
And so adieu, good madam; never more
Will I my master's tears to you deplore. understand what you mean by bidding me taste my That heart, which now abbors, to like his love.
Oli. Yei come again: for thou, perhaps, may'st move Sir To. I mean to go, sir, to enter.
[Exeunt. Vio. I will answer you with gait and entrance :
SCENE JI. A Room in Olivia's House. But we are prevented.
Enter Sir Toby Belch, Sir Andrew Ague-cheek, Enter Olivia and Maria.
and Fabian. Most excellent accomplished lady, the heavens rain Sir And. No, faith, I'll not stay a jot longer. odours on you!
Sir To. Thy reason, dear venom, give thy reason. Sir And. That youth's a rare courtier! Rain odours! Fab. You must needs yield your reason, sir Andrew. well.
Sir And. Marry, I saw your niece do more favours