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to the count's serving man, than ever she bestowed Ant. I could not stay behind you; my desire, upon me; I saw't i'the orchard.
More sharp than filed steel, did 'spor me forth; Sir To. Did she see thee the while, old boy ? tell And not all love to see you (thongh so mach, me that.
As might have drawn one to a longer voyage), Sir And. As plain as I see you now.
But jealousy what might befall your travel, Fab. This was a great argument of love in her to- Being skilless in these parts which to a stranger, ward you.
Unguided, and unfriended, often prove
Set forth in your pursuit. šir To. And they have been grand jurymen, since Seb.
My kind Antonio, before Noah was a sailor.
I can no other answer make, but thanks, Fab. She did show favour to the youth in your And thanks, and ever thanks : Often good turns sight, only to exasperate you, to awake your dor- Are shuffled off with such uncurrent pay : mouse valoar, to put fire in your heart, and briinstone But, were my worth, as is my conscience, firm, in your liver: You should then have accosted her ; You should find better dealing. What's to do? and with some excellent jest, fire Dew from the mint, Shall we go see the reliques of this town! [ing. you should have banged the youth into dumbness. Ant. To-morrow, sir ; best, first go see your lodge This was looked for at your hand, and this was Seb. I am not weary, and 'tis long to night; baulked the double gilt of this opportunity you let I pray you, let us satisfy our eyes time wash off, and you are now sailed into the north With the memorials, and the things of fame, of my lady's opinion where you will hang like an That do renown this city. icicle on a Datchman's beard, unless yon do redeem Ant.
'Would, you'd pardon me; it by some laadable attempt, either of valoar, or po- I do not without danger walk these streets : licy:
Once, in a sea-tight, 'gainst the count his gallies, Śir And. And't be any way, it must be with va I did some service; of such note, indeed, lour; for policy I hate; I had as lief be a Brownist, That, were I ta'en here, it would scarce be answer'd. as a politician.
Seb. Belike, you slew great number of his people. Sir To. Why then, baild me thy fortunes upon the Ant. The offence is not of such a bloody nature; basis of valour Challenge me the count's youth to Albeit the quality of the time, and quarrel fight with himn; hurt him in eleven places; my niece Might well have given us bloody argument. shall take note of it; and assure thyself, there is no It might bave since been answer'd in repaying love-broker in the world can more prevail in man's What we took from them; which, for traffic's sake, commendation with woman, than report of valour. Most of our city did : only myself stood oat:
Fab. There is no way but this, sir Andrew. For which, if í be lapsed in this place,
Sir And. Will either of you bear me a challenge I shall pay dear. to him!
Do not then walk too open. Sir To. Go, write it in a martial hand : be curst Ant. It doth not fit me. Hold, sir, here's my purse; and brief; it is no matter how witty, so it be elo- In the south suburbs, at the Elephant, quent, and full of invention : taunt him with the li- Is best to lodge: I will bespeak our diet, [ledge cence of ink: if thou thou'st him some thrice, it Wbiles you beguile the time, and feed your knowshall not be amiss; and as many lies as will lie in With viewing of the town : there shall you have me. thy sheet of paper, although the sheet were big enough Seb. Why I your parse! for the bed of Ware in England, set 'em down : go, Ant. Haply, your eye shall light apon some toy about it. Let there be gall enough in thy ink: You have desire to purchase ; and your store, though thou write with a goose-pen, no matter : I think, is not for id e markets, sir.. About it.
Seb. I'll be your parse-bearer, and leave you for Sir And. Where shall I find you !
An hour. Sir To. We'll call thee at the cubiculo : Go.
Ant. To the Elephant. (Exit Sir Andrero. Seb.
I do remember. Pab. This is a dear manakin to you, sir Toby.
[Exeunt. Sir To. I have been dear to him, lad; some two
SCENE IV. Olivia's Garden. thousand strong, or so. Fab. We shall have a rare letter from him : but
Enter Olivia and Maria. you'll not deliver it.
Oli. I have sent after him: He says, he'll come; Sir To. Never trust me then; and by all means
How shall I feast hiin! what bestow on him? stir on the youth to an answer. I think, oxen and
For youth is bought more oft, than begy'd, or borwain-ropes cannot hale them together. For Andrew: I speak too loud.
[row'd. if he were opened, and you find so much blood in his where is Malvolio ?-he is sad, and civil, liver as will clog the foot of a flea, I'll eat the rest And suits well for a servant with my fortanes ; of the anatomy.
Where is Malvolio? Fab. And his opposite, the youth, bears in his visage
He's coming, madam; no great presage of cruelty.
But in strange manner. He is su e possess'd. Enter Maria.
Oli. Why, what's the matter! does he rave ? Sir To. Look, where the youngest wren of nine
He does nothing but smile : your ladyship Mar. If you desire the spleen, and will laugh your Were best have guard about you, if he come; selves into stitches, follow me yon' gul Malvolio is Pobis cute, the man is tainted in his wits. Christian, that means to be saved by believing If sad and merry maduess equal be.rightly, can ever believe such impossible passages of
Enter Malvolio. grossness. He's in yellow stockings.
How now, Malvolio! Sir To. And cross-gartered ?
Mal. Sweet lady, ho, ho. Mar. Most villanously : like a pedant that keeps a
Oli. Smil'st thon? school i'the church. I have dogged him, like his I sent for thee upon a sad occasion. murderer : he does obey every point of the letter that Mal. Sad, lady! I could be sad : this does make I dropped to betray him. He does smile his face into
some obstruction in the blood, this cross-gartering : more lines, than are in the new map, with the ang- but what of that, if it please the eye of one, it is with mentation of the Indies: you have not seen such a
me as the very true sonnet is : Please one, and please thing as 'tis ; I can hardly forbear hurling things at all. him. I know, my lady will strike him; if she do,
Oli. Why, how dost thou, man? what is the mathe'll smile, and take't for a great favour.
ter with thee? Sir To. Come, bring us, bring us where he is. Mal. Not black in my mind, though yellow in my
[Exeunt. legs: It did come to his hands, and commands shall SCENE III. A Street.
be executed. I think, we do know the sweet Roman
land. Enter Antonio and Sebastian.
Oli. Wilt thou go to bed, Malvolio ! Seb. I would not, by my will have troubled you; Mal. To bed! ay, sweetheart; and I'll come to thee. But, since you make your pleasure of your pains,
Oli. God comfort thee! why dost thou smile so, I will no further chide you.
and kiss thy hand so oft!
Mar. How do you, Malvolio?
Mar. Get him to say bis prayers ; good sir Toby, Mal. At your request ? Yes ; Nightingales answer get him to pray. daws.
Mal. My prayers, mins ? Mar. Why appear you with this ridiculous bold Mar. No, I warrant you, he will not hear of godliness before my lady?
Mal. Be not afraid of greatness :-'Twas well writ. Mal. Go, hang yourselves all ! you are idle shallow Oli. What meanest thou by that, Malvolio! things : I am not of your element ; you shall know Mal. Some are born great,
(Exit. Oli. Ha?
Sir To. Is't possible ? Mal. Some achieve greatness,
Fab. If this were played npon a stage now, I could Oli. What say'st thou ?
condemn it as an improbable fiction. Mal. And some have greatness thrust upon them. Sir To. His very genius hath taken the infection of Oli. Heaven restore thee !
the device, man. Mal. Remember who commended thy yellow stock Mar. Nay, pursue him now ; lest the device take ings
air, and taint. Oli. Thy yellow stockings?
Fab. Why, we shall make him mad, indeed. Mal. And wish'd to see thee cross-gartered?
Mar. The house will be the quieter. Oli. Cross-gartered ?
Sir To. Come, we'll have him in a dark room, and Mal. Go to ;-thou art made if thou desirest to be bound. My niece is already in the belief that he is SO;
mad; we may carry it thus for our pleasure, and his Oli. Am I made ?
penance, till our very pastime, tired out of breath, Mal. If not, let me see thee a servant still.
prompt us to have mercy on him : at which time, Oli. Why, this is very midsummer madness. we will bring the device to the bar, and crown thee
for a finder of madmen. But see, but see. Enter Serrant.
Enter Sir Andrew Ague-cheek. Ser. Madam, the young gentleman of the count Or. sino's is returned ; I could hardly entreat him back ;
Fab. More matter for a May morning. he attends your ladyship's pleasure.
Sir And. Here's the challenge, read it; I warrant, Oli. I'll come to him. [Ext Servant.] Good Ma
there's vinegar and pepper in't. ria, let this fellow be looked to. Where's my cousin
Fab. Is't so saucy ? Toby? Let some of my people have a special care
Sir And. Ay, is it, I warrant him: do but read. of him : I would not have him miscarry for the half art, thou art but a scurry fellow.
Sir To. Give me. [Reads] Youth, whatsoever thou of my dowry.
[Exeunt Olivia and Maria. Mal. Oh, ho! do you come near me now? no
Fab. Good, and valiant worse man than sir Toby to look to me? This concurs
Sir To. Wonder not, nor admire not in thy mind, directly with the letter she sends him on purpose, con I do call thee so, for I will show thee no reason me to that in the letter. Cast the humble slough, says
Fab. A good note: that keeps you from the blow
of the law she; be opposite with a kinsman, surly with servants, -- let thy tongue tang with arguments of state,-put sight she uses thee kindly; but thou liest in thy throat,
Sir To. Thou comest to the lady Olivia, and in my thyself into the trick of singularity; and, consequently, sets down the manner how; as, a sad face,
that is not the matter I challenge thee for. a reverend carriage, a slow tongue, in the habit of
Fab. Very brief, and exceeding good sense-less. some sir of note, and so forth. I have limed her : l it be thy chance to kill me, -
Şir 'To. I will way-lay thee going home; where if but it is Jove's doing, and Jove make me thankful!
Fab. Good. And, when she went away now, Let this fellono be looked to : Fellow ! not Malvolio, not atter my de
Sir To, Thou killest me like a rogue and a villain. gree, but fellow. Why, every thing adheres toge- Good.
Fab. Still you speak o'the windy side of the law: ther; that no dram of a scruple, no scruple of a scraple, 'no obstacle, no incredulous or unsate circum- one of our souls ! He may have mercy upon mine ; but
Sir To. Fare thee well; And God have mercy upon stance,- What can be said ? Nothing, that can be, my hope is better, and so look to thyself Thy friend, can come between me and the full prospect of my
as thou usest him, and thy suorn enemy, hopes. Well, Jove, not I, is the doer of this, and
Andreio Ague-cheek. he is to be thanked.
Sir To. If this letter move him not, his legs canRe-enter Maria, with Sir Toby Belch and Fabian.
not: I'll give't lim. Sir To. Which way is be, in the name of sanctity? now in some commerce with my lady, and will by
Mar. You may have very fit occasion for't; he is If all the devils in hell be drawn in little, and Legion himself possessed him, yet l'll speak to him.
and by depart. Fab. Here he is, here he is :- How is't with you, corner of the orchard, like a bun-bailiff: so soon as
Sir To Go, sir Andrew; scont me for him at the sir ? how is't with you, man? Mal. Go off ; I discard you ; let me enjoy my pri- swear horrible ; for it comes to pass oft, that a terri
ever thou seest him, draw; and, as thou drawest, vate; go off. Mar. Lo, how bollow the fiend speaks within him! off, gives manhood more approbation than ever proof
ble oath, with a swaggering accent sharply twanged did not I tell you 1--Sir Toby, my lady prays you to itseli would have earned him. Away. have a care of him. Mal. Ah, la! does she so ?
Sir And. Nay, let me alone for swearing. [Erit. Sir To. Go to, go to ; peace, peace, we must deal behaviour of the young gentleman gives him out to be
Sir To. Now will not I deliver his letter for the gently with him ; let me alone. How do you, Mal: of good capacity and breeding ; his employment bevolio? how is't with you? What, man! defy the devil: consider, he's an enemy to mankind.
tween his lord and my niece confirms no less; thereMal. Do you know what you say?
fore this letter, being so excellently ignorant, will Mar. La you, an you speak ill of the devil; how breed no terror in the youth, he will tind it comes he takes it at heart ! pray God, he be not bewitoked from a clodpole. But, sir, I will deliver his challenge Fab. Carry his water to the wise woman.
by word of mouth; set upon Ayue-cheek a notable Mar. Marry, and it shall be done to-morrow morn-report of valour; and drive the gentleman (as, I know, ing, if I live. My lady would not lose him for more his youth will aptly receive it), into a most hideous than I'll say.
opinion of his rage, skill, fury, and impetuosity. This Mal. How now, mistress?
will so fright them both, that they will kill one anMar. O lord !
other by the look, like cockatrices. Sir To. Pr'ythee, hold thy peace; this is not the
Enter Olivia and Viola. way: Do you not see, you move him? let me alone Fab. Here he comes with your niece: give them with him.
way, till he take leave, and presently after him. Fab. No way but gentleness ; gently, gently : the Sir To. I will meditate the while upon some horfiend is rough, and will not be roughly used. rid message for a challenge. Sir To. Why, how now, my bawcock ? how dost
[Exeunt Sir Toby, Fabian, and Maria. thou, chack !
oli. I have said too much unto a heart of stone, Mal. Sir ?
And laid inine honour too unchary out : Sir To. Ay, Biddy, come with me. What, man ! There's something in me, that reproves my fault; 'tis not for gravity to play at cherry-pit with Satan : But such a headstrong potent fault it is, Hang him, foul collier!
That it but mocks reproof.
Vio. With the same 'haviour that your passion
Re-enter Fabian and Viola. Go on my master's griefs.
(bears, Oli. Here, wear this jewel for me, 'tis my picture ; I have persuaded him, the youth's a devil.
I have his horse [To Fab.] to take ap the quarrel ; Refuse it not, it hath no tongue to vex you:
Fab. He is as horribly conceited of him; and pants, And, I beseech you, come again to-morrow. What shall you ask of me, that I'll deny ;
and looks pale, as if a bear were at his heels. That honour, sav'd, may upon asking give?
Sir To. There's no remedy, sir ; he will fight with
you for his oath sake: marry, he had better bethought Vio. Nothing but this, your true love for my master. Oli. How with mine honour may I give him that him of his quarrel, and he finds that nowv scarce to be Which I have given to you?
worth talking of: therefore, draw for the supportVio.
I will acquit you !
ance of his vow ; he protests he will not hurt you. Oli. Well, come again to-morrow : Fare thee well; make me tell them how much I lack of a man. [ Aside.
Vio. Pray God defend me! A little thing would A fiend, like thee, might bear my soul to hell. Exit.
Fab. Give ground, if you see him furious.
Sir To. Come, sir Andrew, there's no remedy; the Sir To. Gentleman, God save thee.
gentleman will, for his honour's sake, have one bout Vio. And you, sir.
with you: he cannot by the duello avoid it; but he Sir To. That defence thou hast, betake thee to't: has promised me, as he is a gentleman and a soldier, of what nature the wrongs are thou hast done him, 1 he will not hurt you. Coine on; to't. know not; but thy intercepter, full of despite, bloody Sir And, Pray God, he keep his oath ! [Draws. as the hunter, attends thee at the orchard end : dis
Enter Antonio. mount thy tuck, be yare in thy preparation, for thy Vio. I do assure you, 'tis against my will. [Drasos. assailant is quick, skilful, and deadly.
Ant. Put up your sword ;-If this young gentleman Vio. You mistake, sir; I am sure, no man hath Have done offence, I take the fault on me; any quarrel to me; my remembrance is very free and If you offend him, I for him defy you. (Drawing. clear from any image of offence done any man.
Sir To You, sir ! why, what are you? Sir To. You'll find it otherwise, I assure you :
Ant. One, sir, that for his love dares yet do more, therefore, if you hold your life at any price, betake Than you have heard him brag to you he will. you to your guard; for your opposite hath in him
Sir To. Nay, if you be an undertaker, I am for you. what youth, strength, skill, and wrath, can furnish
[Dratos, man withal.
Enter two Officers.
Fab. O good sir Toby, hold; here come the officers.
Sir To. I'll be with you anon. [To Antonio. pier, and on carpet consideration ; but he is a devil in private brawl: soals and bodies hath he divorced
Vio. Pray, sir, put up your sword, if you please.
[To Sir Andrew. three ; and his incensement at this moment is so implacable, that satisfaction can be none but by pangs mised you, I'll be as good as my word : He will bear
Sir And. Marry, will I, sir?-and, for that I proof death and sepulchre : hob noh, is his word; give't, you easily, and reins well. or take't. Vio. I will retarn again into the house, and desire
1 of. This is the man; do thy office. some conduct of the lady. I am no fighter. I have of count Orsino
2 off. Antonio, I arrest thee at the suit heard of some kind of men, that put quarrels par
You do mistake me, sir. posely on others, to taste their valour : belike, this
1 off. No, sir, no jot; I know your favour well, is a man of that quirk. Sir To. Sir, no; his indignation derives itself out Take him away ; be knows, I know him well.
Though now you have no sea-cap on your head. of a very competent injury, therefore, get you on,
Ant. I must obey.--This comes with seeking you; and give him his desire. Back you shall not to the house, unless you undertake that with me, which What will you do ? Now my necessity
But there's no remedy; I shall answer it. with as much safety you might answer him; there- Makes me to ask you for my purse: It grieves me fore, on, or strip your sword stark naked; for med. Much more, for what I cannot do for you, dle you must, that's certain, or forswear to wear iron Than what befalls myself. You stand amaz'd; about you.
But be of comfort. Vio. This is as uncivil as strange. I beseech you, do me this courteous office, as to know of the knight
2 of. Come, sir, away.
Ant. I must entreat of you some of that money. what my offence to him is ; it is something of my
Vio. What money, sir? negligence, nothing of my purpose. Sir To. I will do so. Signior Fabian, stay you by And, part, heing prompted by your present trouble,
For the fair kindness you have show'd me here, this gentleman till my return.
(Exit. Out of my lean and low ability Vio. Pray you, sir, do you know of this matter? Fab. I know the knight is incensed against you, I'll make division of my present with you :
I'll lead you something: my having is not much ; even to a mortal arbitrement; bat nothing of the cir- Hold, there is half my coffer. cumstance more.
Will you deny me now! Vio. I beseech you, what manner of man is he? Fab. Nothing of that wonderful promise, to read Can lack persuasion? Do not tempt my misery,
Is't possible, that my deserts to you him by his form, as you are like to find him in the Lest that it make me so unsound a man, proof of his valour. He is, indeed, sir, the most skil: As to upbraid you with those kindoesses ful, bloody, and fatad opposite that you could possibly That I have done for you. bave found in any part of Illyria : will you walk to
I know of none; wards him ? I will make your peace with him, if I can. Nor know I you by voice or any feature :
Vio. I shall be much bound to you for't: I am one, I hate ingratitude more in a man,
Inhabits our frail blood.
O heavens themselves! seen such a virago. I had a pass with him, rapier, 2 Off. Come, sir, I pray you, go. (see here, scabbard, and all, and he gives me the stuck-in, with Ant. Let me speak a little. This youth that you such a mortal motion, that it is inevitable; and on I snatch'd one half out of the jaws of death; the answer, he pays you as surely as your feet hit the Relier'd him with such sanctity of love, ground they step on : they say he has been fencer to And to his image, which, methought, did promise the Sophy:
Most venerable worth, did I devotion. Sir And, Pox on't, I'll not meddle with him. 1 01. What's that to us! The time goes by; away.
Sir To. Ay, but he will not now be pacitied : Fa Ant. But, o, how vile, an idol proves this god! bian can scarce hold him yonder.
Thou hast, Sebastian, done good feature shame. Sir And. Plague on't, an I thought he had been In nature there's no blemish, but the mind; valiant, and so cunning in fence, I'd have seen him None can be call'd deform'd, bat the unkind : damned ere I'd have challenged him. Let him let the Virtue is beauty ; but the beauteous-evil matter slip, and I'll give him my horse, gray Capilet. Are empty trunks, o'erflourish'd by the devil.
Sir To. i'll make the motion : stand here, make a I of The man grows mad; away with him. good show on't ; this shall end without the perdition Come, come, sir. of souls : marry, I'll ride your horse as well as I ride Ant. Lead me on. (Exeunt Officers, toith Antonio. you.
[Aside. Vio. Methinks, his words do from such passion fly,
That he believes himself; so do not I.
Do not deny: beshrew his soul for me, Prove true, imagination, o, prove true,
He started one poor heart of mine in thee. That I, dear brother, be now ta'en for you!
Seb. What relish is in this ? how runs the stream ? Sir To. Come hither, knight; come hither, Fabian; Or I am mad, or else this is a dream : we'll whisper o'er a couplet or two of most sage saws. Let fancy stil my sense in Lethe steep ; Vio. He pam'd Sebastian; I my brother know
If it be thus to dream, still let me sleep!
(by me! Yet living in my glass ; even such and so,
Oli. Nay, come, I pr'ythee: would thou'dst be rol'd In favour was my brother; and he went
Seb. Madam, I will Still in this fashion, colour, ornament,
0, say so, and so be! For him I imitate : 0, if it prove,
(Eseunt. Tempests are kind, and salt waves t'resh in love![Erit.
SCENE II. A Room in Olivia's House. Sir To. A very dishonest paltry boy, and more a coward than a hare: his dishonesty appears, in leav
Enter Maria and Clown. ing his friend here in necessity, and denying bim; beard"; make him
believe thou art Sir Topas the cu
Mar. Nay, I pr’ythee, put on this gown and this and for his cowardship, ask Fabian.
Fab. A coward,a most devout coward, religious in it. rate; do it quickly : I'll call Sir Toby the whilst. Sir And. 'Slid, I'll after him again, and bent him.
(Erit. Sir To. Do, cut him soundly, but never draw thy self in the and I would 7 were the first that ever
Clo. Well, I'll pat it on, and I will dissemble mysword. Sir And. An I do not,
[Exit. dissembled in such a gown. I am not fat enough to Fab. Come, let's see the event.
become the function well; nor lean enough to be Sir To. I dare lay any money, 'twill be nothing yet. thought a good student but to be said, an honest
[Exeunt. man, and a good housekeeper, goes as fairly, as to say,
a careful man, and a great scholar. The competitors
enter. ACT IV.
Enter Sir Toby Belch and Maria. SCENE I. The Street before Olivia's House.
Sir To. Jove bless thee, nfaster parson.
Clo. Bonos dies, Sir Toby: for as the old hermit of Enter Sebastian and Clown.
Pragne, that never saw pen and ink, very wittily said Clo. Will you make me believe, that I am not sent to a niece of king Gorboduc, That, that is, is : so I, for you?
being master parson, am master parson ; for what is Seb. Go to, go to, thou art a foolish fellow; that, but that? and is, but is! Let me be clear of thee.
Sir To. To him, Sir Topas. Clo. Well held out, i'faith! No, I do not know Clo. What, hoa, I say,-Peace in this prison ! you ; nor I am not sent to you by my lady, to bid you Sir To. The koave counterfeits well; a good knaye. come speak with her; nor your name is not master
Mal. [In an inner Chamber] Who calls taere? Cesario; nor this is not my nose neither.--No Clo. Sir Topas, the curate, who comes to visit Malthat is so, is so.
volio the lanatic. Seb. I pr'ythee, vent thy folly somewhere else ; Mol. Sir Topas, Sir Topas, good Sir Topas, go to Thou know'st not me.
my lady. Clo. Vent my folly! he has heard that word of some Clo. Out, hvperbolical fiend! how vexest thou this great man, and now applies it to a fool. Vent my foliy ! mau ! talkest thou nothing but of ladies ? I am afraid this great lubber, the world, will prove a
Sir To. Well said, master parson. cockney.-I pr'ythee now, ungird thy strangeness, Mal. Sir Topas, never was man thus wronged ! and tell me what I shall vent to my lady : shall í good Sir 'Topas, do not think I am mad; they have veut to her that thon art coming ?
laid me here in hideous darkness. Seb. I pr'ythee, foolish Greek, depart from me; Clo. Fie, thou dishonest Sathan! I call thee by the There's money for thee; if you tarry longer,
most modest terms ; for I am wne of those gentle ones, I shall give worse payment.
that will use the devil himself with courtesy : say'st Clo. By my troth, thou hast an open haud :-These thou, that house is dark ? wise men, that give fools money, get themselves a Mal. As hell, Sir Topas. good report after fourteen years' purchase.
Clo. Why, it hath bay-windows, transparent as barEnter Sir Andrew, Sir Toby, and Fabian.
ricadoes, and the clear stones towards the south-north Sir And. Now, sir, have I met you again! there's are as lustrous as ebony; and yet complainest thou of
[Striking Sebastian, seb. Why, there's for thee, and there, and there : house is dark.
vial. I am not mad, Sir Topas ; I say to you, this Are all the people mad! [Beating Sir Andrere. Sir To. Hold, sir, or I'll throw your dagger o'erness, but ignorance ; in which thou art more pazzled,
Clo. Madinan, thou errest: I say, there is no darkthe house.
Clo. This will I tell my lady straight: I would not than the Egyptians in their fog. be in some of your coats for two-pence. [Erit.
Mal. I say, this house is as dark as ignorance, though Sir To. Come on, sir ; bold. Holding Sebastian: ignorance were as dark as hell ; and I say, there was
never man thus abused : I am no more mad than you Sir And. Nay, let him alone, I'll go another way
are; make the trial of it in any constant question. to work with him ; I'll have an action of battery against him, if there be any law in Illyria : though I
clo. What is the opinion of Pythagoras, concernstruck him first, yet it's no matter for that.
ing wild-fow!! Seb. Let go thy hand.
Mal. That the soul of our grandam might haply
inhabit a bird. Sir To. Come, sir, I will not let you go. Come, my young soldier, put up your iron : you are well
Clo. What thinkest thou of his opinion? fleshed ; come on.
Mal. I think pobly of the soul, and no way approve Seb. I will be free from thee. What wouldst thou now?
his opinion. If thou dar'st tempt me further, draw thy sword.
Clo. Fare thee well: remain thou still in darkness :
thou shalt hold the opinion of Pythagoras, ere I will
[Draws. Sir ro. What, what? Nay, then I must have an thou dispossess the seul of thy grandam. Fare thee
allow of thy wits; and fear to Kill a woodcock, lest ounce or two of this malapert blood from you. Draws.
well. Enter Olivia.
Mal. Sir Topas, Sir Topas,oli. Hold, Toby; on thy life, I charge thee, hold. Sir To. My most exquisite Sir Topas ! Sir To. Madam?
Clo. Nay, I am for all waters. Oli. Will it be ever thus ? Ungracious wretch, Mar. Thou might'st have done this without thy Fit for the nountains, and the barbarous caves, beard, and gown; he sees thee not. Where manners pe'er were preach'd ! out of my sight!
Sir To. To him in thine own voice, and bring me Be not offended, dear Cesario :
word how thou findest him: I would we were well Rudesby, be gone!-pr'ythee, gentle friend, rid of this knavery. If he may be conveniently de
Exeunt Sir Toby, Sir Andrew, and Fabian. livered, I would be were ; for I am now so far in Let thy fair wisdom, not thy passion, sway
otience with my niece, that I cannot pursue with any In this ancivil and unjust extent
safety this sport to the apshot. Come by and by to Against thy peace. Go with me to my house; my chamber. [Exeunt Sir Toby and Maria. And hear thou there how many fruitless pranks Clo. Hey, Robin, jolly Robin, This ruflian hath botch'd up, that thou thereby
Tell me how thy lady does. [Singing May'st smile at this : thou shalt not choose, but go; Mal. Fool,-
Clo. My lady is unkind, perdy.
What time we will our celebration keep Mal. Fool,-
According to my birth. What do you say? Clo. Alas, why is she so?
Seb. l'll follow this good man, and go with you; Mel. Pool, I say ;
And, having sworn truth, ever will be true. Clo. She loves another-Who calls, ha !
Oli. Then lead the way, good father :--And heaMal. Good fool, as ever thou wilt deserve well at
vens so shine, my hand, help me to a candle, and pen, ink, and that they may fairly note this act of mine! (Exeunt. paper; as I am a gentleman, I will live to be thankful to thee for't. Clo. Master Malvolio!
SCENE I. The Street before Olivia's House. Mal. Fool, there was never man 'so notoriously
Enter Cloon and Fabian. abused : I am as well in my wits, fool, as thou art. Fab. Now, as thou lovest me, let me see his letter.
Clo. But as well? then you are mad, indeed, if you Clo. Good master Fabian, grant me another request. be no better in your wits than a fool.
Fab. Any thing: Mal. They have here propertied me; keep me in Clo. Do not desire to see this letter. darkness, send ministers to me, asses, and do all they Fab. That is, to give a dog, and, in recompense, can to face me out of my wits.
desire my dog again. Clo. Advise you what you say; the minister is here,
Enter Dake, Viola, and Attendants. - Malvolio, Malvolio, thy wiis the heavens restore ! endeavour thyself to sleep, and leave thy vain bibble
Duke. Belong you to the lady Olivia, friends ? babble.
Clo. Av, sir; we are some of her trappings. Mal. Sir Topas,
Duke. I know thee well; How dost thou, my good
fellow? Clo. Maintain no words with him, good fellow.Who, I, sir? Dot I, sir. God b'wi'you, good Sir To
Clo. Truly, sir, the better for my fues, and the
worse for my friends. pas.- Marry, amen.-I will, sir, I will. Mal. Fool, fool, fool, I say,
Duke. Just the contrary; the better for thy friends.
Clo. No, sir, the worse. Clo. Alas, sir, be patient.' What say you, sir? I
Duke. How can that be? am shent for speaking to you. Mal. Good fool, help me to some light, and some of me; now my foes tell me plainly I am an ass : so
Clo. Marry, sir, they praise me, and make an ass paper ; 1 tell thee, I ain as well in my wits, as any that by my foes, sir, 1 profit in the knowledge of myman in Illyria.
selt: and by my friends I am abused : so that, conClo. Well-a-day--that you were, sir ! Mai. By this hand, I am: good fool, some ink, clusions to he as kisses, if your four negatives make
your two affirmatives, why, then the worse for my paper, and light, and convey what I will set down to my lady; it shall advantage thee more than ever the friends, and the better for my foes.
Duke. Why, this is excellent. bearing of letter did. Clo. I will help you to't. But tell me true;, are be one of my friends.
Clo. By my troth, sir, no; though it please you to you not mad, indeed! or do you but counterfeit?
Duke. Thou shalt not be the worse for me : there's Mal. Believe me, I am not ; I tell thee true.
Clo. Nay, I'll ne'er believe a madman, till I see his gold brains. I will fetch you light, and paper, and ink.
Clo. But that it would be double-dealing, sir, I Mal. Fool, I'll requite it in the highest degree : I would you could make it another. pr’ythee, be gone.
Duke. 0, you give me ill counsel.
Clo. Put your grace in your pocket, sir, for this
once, and let your flesh and blood obey it. I'll be with you again,
Duke. Well, I will be so much a sinner to be a
double dealer; there's another.
Clo. Primo, secundo, tertio, is good play; and
the old saying is, the third pays for all the triplex,
sir, is a good tripping measure or the bells of St. Who with dagger of lath,
Bennet, sir, may put you in mind ; One, two, three. In his rage and his wrath,
Duke. You can fool no more money out of me at Cries, ah, ha! to the devil:
this throw: if you will let your lady know, I ain bere Like a mal lad,
to speak with her, and bring her along with you, it Pare thy nails, dad,
may awake my bounty further, Adieu, goodman drivel.
Clo, Marry, sir, lallaby to your bounty, till I come SCENE III. Olivia's Garden.
again. I go, sir; but I would not have you to think,
that my desire of having is the sin of covetousness Enter Sebastian.
but, as you say, sir, let your bounty take a nap, I will Seb. This is the air ; that is the glorious sun;
awake it anon.
[Erit. This pearl she gave me, I do feel't, and see't:
Enter Antonio and Officers. And though 'tis wonder that enwraps me thus, Vio. Here comes the man, sir, that did resene me. Yet 'tis not madness. Where's Autonio then?
Duke. That face of his I do remember well; I could not find him at the Elephant :
Yet, when I saw it last, it was besmear'd Yet there he was ; and there I found this credit, As black as Vulcan, in the smoke of war; That he did range the town to seek me out. A bawbling vessel was he captain of, His counsel now might do me golden service: For shallow dranght, and bulk, nnprizable : For though my soul disputes well with my sense. With which such scathful grapple did he make That this may be some error, but no madness, With the most noble bottom of our fleet, Yet doth this accident and flood of fortune
That very envy, and the tongue of loss, So far exceed all instance, all discourse,
Cry'd fame and honour on him.-- What's the matter? That I am ready to distrust mine eyes,
I Off Orsino, this is that. Antonio, And wrangle with my reason, that persuades me That took the Phoenix, and her fraught, from Candy; To any other trust, but that I am mad,
And this is he, that did the Tiger hjard, Or else the lady's mad; yet if 'twere so,
When your young nephew Titus lost his leg: She could not sway her house, command her followers, Here in the streets, desperate of shame, and state, Take, and give back, affairs, and their despatch, In private brabble did we apprehend him. With such a smooth, discreet, and stable bearing, Vio. He did me kindness, sir; drew on my side; As, 1 perceive, she does; there's something in't, But, in conclusion, put strange speech upon ine, That is deceivable. But here comes the lady. I know not what 'twas, but distraction. Enter Olivia and a Priest.
Duke. Notable pirate! thou salt-water thief! Oli. Blame not this haste of mine : if you mean well, What foolish boldness brought thee to their mercies, Now go with me, and with this holy man,
Whom thou, in terms so bloody, and so dear, Into the chantry by : there, before him,
Hast made thine enemies! And underneath that consecrated roof,
Orsino, noble sir, Plight me the full assurance of your faith;
Be pleas'd that I shake off these names you give me; That my most jealous and too doubtful soul
Antonio never yet was thief, or pirate, May live at peace : he shall conceal it,
Though I confess, on base and ground enough, Whiles you are willing it shall come to note; Orsino's enemy. A witchcraft drew me hither: