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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.

Fab. This was a great argument of love in her toward you.

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 jurymen, 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 iciele on a Dutchman's beard, unless yon 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?

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.
My kind Antonio,

Seb.

[ing.

I can no other answer make, but thanks,
And thanks, and ever thanks: Often good turns
Are shuffled off with such uncurrent pay:
But, were my worth, as is my conscience, firm,
You should find better dealing. What's to do?
Shall we go see the reliques of this town?
Ant. To-morrow, sir; best, first go see your lodg-
Seb. I am not weary, and 'tis long to night;
I pray you, let us satisfy our eyes
With the memorials, and the things of fame,
That do renown this city.
'Would, you'd pardon me;

Ant.

I do not without danger walk these streets :
Once, in a sea-fight, 'gainst the count his gallies,
I did some service; of such note, indeed,
That, were I ta'en here, it would scarce be answer'd.
Seb. Belike, you slew great number of his people.
Ant. The offence is not of such a bloody nature;
Albeit the quality of the time, and quarrel
Might well have given us bloody argument.
It might have since been answer'd in repaying
What we took from them; which, for traffic's sake,
Most of our city did only myself stood out:
For which, if I be lapsed in this place,
I shall pay dear.

[ledge Whiles yon beguile the time, and feed your knowWith viewing of the town: there shall you have me. Seb. Why I your purse ?

Seb. 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, cence of ink 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 enough for the bed of Ware 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? Sir To. We'll call thee at the cubiculo: Go. [Exit Sir Andrew. Fab. This is a dear manakin to you, sir Toby. Sir To. I have been dear to him, lad; some two thousand strong, or so.

Fab. We shall have a råre 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. 1 think, oxen and wain-ropes 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 of cruelty.

Enter Maria.

Sir To. Look, where the youngest wren of nine

comes.

Ant. Haply, your eye shall light upon some toy
You have desire to purchase; and your store,
I think, is not for id e markets, sir.

Seb. I'll be your purse-bearer, and leave you for
An hour.
To the Elephant.

Ant.
Seb.

I do remember.

SCENE IV. Olivia's Garden.

Enter Olivia and Maria.

[Exeunt.

Oli. I have sent after him: He says, he'll come;
How shall I feast him! what bestow on him?
For youth is bought more oft, than begg'd, or bor-
I speak too loud.
[row'd.
Where is Malvolio -he is sad, and civil,
And suits well for a servant with my fortunes;

Where is Malvolio? Mar. He's coming, madam; But in strange manner. He is su e possess'd. Cli. Why, what's the matter! does he rave! Mar. No, madam, 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' gull Malvolio is For, sure, the man is tainted in his wits. turned heathen, a very renegado; for there is no Oli. Go call him hither.-I'm as mad as he,. Christian, that means to be saved by believing If sad and merry madness equal be.rightly, can ever believe such impossible passages of grossness. He's in yellow stockings.

Sir To. And cross-gartered?

Mar. Most villanously like a pedant that keeps a school i'the church.-I 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 angmentation of the Indies: you have not seen 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.

SCENE III. A Street.
Enter Antonio and Sebastian.

[Exeunt.

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.

Enter Malvolio.

How now, Malvolio?

I

Mal. Sweet lady, ho, ho.
Oli. Smil'st thon?

[Smiles fantastically.

sent for thee upon a sad occasion.

Mal. Sad, lady! I could be sad: this does make some obstruction in the blood, this cross-gartering: but what of that, if it please the eye of one, it is with me as the very true sonnet is: Please one, and please all.

Oli. Why, how dost thou, man? what is the matter with thee?

Mal. Not black in my mind, though yellow in my legs: It did come to his hands, and commands shafl be executed. I think, we do know the sweet Roman hand.

Oli. Wilt thou go to bed, Malvolio?

Mal. To bed! ay, sweetheart; and I'il come to thee. Oli. God comfort thee! why dost thou smile so, and kiss thy hand so oft?

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Oli. Cross-gartered?

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Mal. Go to-thou art made if thou desirest to be bound. My niece is already in the belief that he is

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Ser. Madam, the young gentleman of the count Or sino's is returned; I could hardly entreat him back: he attends your ladyship's pleasure.

Oli. I'll come to him. Exit Servant.] Good Maria, let this fellow be looked to. Where's my cousin Toby? Let some of my people have a special care of him: I would not have him miscarry for the half of my dowry. [Exeunt Olivia and Maria. Mal. Oh, ho! do you come near me now? no worse man than sir Toby to look to me? This concurs directly with the letter: she sends him on purpose, that I may appear stubborn to him; for she incites me to that in the letter. Cast the humble slough, says she; be opposite with a kinsman, surly with servants, -let thy tongue tang with arguments of state,-put thyself into the trick of singularity;and, consequently, sets down the manner how; as, a sad face, a reverend carriage, a slow tongue, in the habit of some sir of note, and so forth. I have limed her; but it is Jove's doing, and Jove make me thankful And, when she went away now, Let this fellow be looked to: Fellow! not Malvolio, not after my degree, but fellow. Why, every thing adheres together; that no dram of a scruple, no scruple of a scraple, no obstacle, no incredulous or unsafe circumstance, What can be said? Nothing, that can be, can come between me and the full prospect of my hopes. Well, Jove, not I, is the doer of this, and he is to be thanked.

Re-enter Maria, with Sir Toby Belch and Fabian. Sir To. Which way is he, in the name of sanctity? If all the devils in hell be drawn in little, and Legion himself possessed him, yet I'll speak to him. Fab. Here he is, here he is :-How is't with you, sir? how is't with you, man?

Mal. Go off; I discard you; let me enjoy my private; go off.

Mar. Lo, how hollow the fiend speaks within him! did not I tell you ?-Sir Toby, my lady prays you to

have a care of him.

Mal. Ah, hra! does she so?

mad; we may carry it thus for our pleasure, and hist penance, till our very pastime, tired out of breath, prompt us to have mercy on him at which time, we will bring the device to the bar, and crown thee for a finder of madmen. But see, but see.

Enter Sir Andrew Ague-cheek.

Fab. More matter for a May morning. Sir And. Here's the challenge, read it; I warrant, there's vinegar and pepper in't. Fab. Is't so saucy?

Sir And. Ay, is it, I warrant him: do but read. art, thou art but a scurvy fellow. Sir To. Give me. [Reads] Youth, whatsoever thou

Fab. Good, and valiant.

Sir To. Wonder not, nor admire not in thy mind, why I do call thee so, for I will show thee no reason fort.

Fab. A good note: that keeps you from the blow of the law.

sight she uses thee kindly; but thou liest in thy throat, Sir To. Thou comest to the lady Olivia, and in my that is not the matter I challenge thee for.

Fab. Very brief, and exceeding good sense-less. it be thy chance to kill me, Sir To. I will way-lay thee going home; where if

Fab. Good.

Sir To. Thou killest me like a rogue and a villain. Good. Fab. Still you speak o'the windy side of the law:

Sir To. Fare thee well; And God have mercy upon one of our souls! He may have mercy upon mine; but my hope is better, and so look to thyself. Thy friend, as thou usest him, and thy sworn enemy,

Andrew Ague-cheek.

Sir To. If this letter move him not, his legs cannot I'll give't him.

Mar. You may have very fit occasion for't; he is now in some commerce with my lady, and will by and by depart.

corner of the orchard, like a bum-bailiff: so soon as Sir To. Go, sir Andrew; scout me for him at the ever thou seest him, draw; and, as thou drawest, swear horrible; for it comes to pass oft, that a terrioff, gives manhood more approbation than ever proof ble oath, with a swaggering accent sharply twanged itself would have earned him.

Away.

Sir And. Nay, let me alone for swearing. [Exit. 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:tween his lord and my niece confirms no less; thereconsider, he's an enemy to mankind.

Mal. Do you know what you say? Mar. La you, an you speak ill of the devil; how he takes it at heart! pray God, he he not bewitched! Fab. Carry his water to the wise woman. Mar. Marry, and it shall be done to-morrow morning, if I live. My lady would not lose him for more

than I'll say.

Mal. How now, mistress?

Mar. O lord!

Sir To. Pr'ythee, hold thy peace; this is not the way: Do you not see, you move him? let me alone with him.

Fab. No way but gentleness; gently, gently the fiend is rough, and will not be roughly used.

Sir To. Why, how now, my bawcock? how dost thou, chuck?

Mal. Sir?

Sir To. Ay, Biddy, come with me. What, man! 'tis not for gravity to play at cherry-pit with Satan Hang him, foul collier!

fore this letter, being so excellently ignorant, will breed no terror in the youth, he will find it comes from a clodpole. But, sir, I will deliver his challenge by word of mouth; set upon Ague-cheek a notable his youth will aptly receive it), into a most hideous report of valour; and drive the gentleman (as, I know, opinion of his rage, skill, fury, and impetuosity. This will so fright them both, that they will kill one another by the look, like cockatrices.

Enter Olivia and Viola.

Fab. Here he comes with your niece: give them way, till he take leave, and presently after him. Sir To. I will meditate the while upon some horid message for a challenge.

[Exeunt Sir Toby, Fabian, and Maria. Oli. I have said too much unto a heart of stone, And laid mine honour too unchary out There's something in me, that reproves my fault; But such a headstrong potent fault it is, That it but mocks reproof.

Vio. With the same 'haviour that your passion Go on my master's griefs.

[bears, Oli. Here, wear this jewel for me, 'tis my picture; Refuse it not, it hath no tongue to vex you : And, I beseech you, come again to-morrow. What shall you ask of me, that I'll deny; That honour, sav'd, may upon asking give?

Vio. Nothing but this, your true love for my master. Oli. How with mine honour may I give him that Which I have given to you?

Vio.

I will acquit you! Oli. Well, come again to-morrow: Fare thee well; A fiend, like thee, might bear my soul to hell. [Exit. Re-enter Sir Toby Belch and Fabian.

Sir To. Gentleman, God save thee.
Vio. And you, sir.

Sir To. That defence thou hast, betake thee to't: of what nature the wrongs are thou hast done him, 1 know not; but thy intercepter, full of despite, bloody as the hunter, attends thee at the orchard end: dismount thy tuck, be yare in thy preparation, for thy assailant is quick, skilful, and deadly.

Vio. You mistake, sir; I am sure, no man hath any quarrel to me; my remembrance is very free and clear from any image of offence done to any man.

Sir To. You'll find it otherwise, I assure you : therefore, if you hold your life at any price, betake you to your guard; for your opposite hath in him what youth, strength, skill, and wrath, can furnish man withal.

Vio. I pray you, sir, what is he?

Sir To. He is knight, dubbed with unhacked rapier, and on carpet consideration; but he is a devil in private brawl: souls and bodies hath he divorced three; and his incensement at this moment is so implacable, that satisfaction can be none but by pangs of death and sepulchre: hob nob, is his word; give't,

or take't.

Vio. I will return again into the house, and desire some conduct of the lady. I am no fighter. I have heard of some kind of men, that put quarrels purposely on others, to taste their valour: belike, this is a man of that quirk.

Re-enter Fabian and Viola.

I have his horse [To Fab.] to take up the quarrel;
I have persuaded him, the youth's a devil.
Fab. He is as horribly conceited of him; and pants,
and looks pale, as if a bear were his heels.

Sir To. There's no remedy, sir; he will fight with you for his oath sake: marry, he had better bethought him of his quarrel, and he finds that now scarce to be worth talking of: therefore, draw for the supportance of his vow; he protests he will not hurt you.

Vio. Pray God defend me! A little thing would make me tell them how much I lack of a man. [Aside. Fab. Give ground, if you see him furious.

Sir To. Come, sir Andrew, there's no remedy; the gentleman will, for his honour's sake, have one bout with you he cannot by the duello avoid it; but he has promised me, as he is a gentleman and a soldier, he will not hurt you. Come on; to't. Sir And. Pray God, he keep his oath! Enter Antonio.

[Draws.

Vio. I do assure you, 'tis against my will. [Draws. Have done offence, I take the fault on me; Ant. Put up your sword ;-If this young gentleman If you offend him, I for him defy you.Drawing. Sir To. You, sir? why, what are you? Than you have heard him brag to you he will. Ant. One, sir, that for his love dares yet do more, Sir To. Nay, if you be an undertaker, I am for you. [Draws.

Enter two Officers. Fab. O good sir Toby, hold; here come the officers. Sir To. I'll be with you anon. [To Antonio. Vio. Pray, sir, put up your sword, if you please. [To Sir Andrew. mised you, I'll be as good as my word: He will bear Sir And. Marry, will I, sir?-and, for that I proyou easily, and reins well.

1 Off. This is the man; do thy office. Of count Orsino. 2 Off. Antonio, I arrest thee at the suit

Ant.

You do mistake me, sir.

1 Off. No, sir, no jot; I know your favour well, Take him away; he knows, I know him well. Though now you have no sea-cap on your head.

Sir To. Sir, no; his indignation derives itself out of a very competent injury; therefore, get you on, and give him his desire. Back you shall not to the Ant. I must obey.-This comes with seeking you; 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 about you.

Vio. This is as uncivil as strange. I beseech you, do me this courteous office, as to know of the knight what my offence to him is; it is something of my negligence, nothing of my purpose.

Sir To. I will do so. Signior Fabian, stay you by this gentleman till my return.

[Exit.

Vio. Pray you, sir, do you know of this matter? Fab. I know the knight is incensed against you, even to a mortal arbitrement; but nothing of the cir

cumstance more.

Vio. I beseech you, what manner of man is he? Fab. Nothing of that wonderful promise, to read him by his form, as you are like to find him in the proof of his valour. He is, indeed, sir, the most skilful, bloody, and fatal opposite that you could possibly have found in any part of Illyria: will you walk towards him? I will make your peace with him, if I can. Vio. I shall be much bound to you for't: I am one, that would rather go with sir priest, than sir knight: I care not who knows so much of my mettle. [Exeunt. Re-enter Sir Toby, with Sir Andrew.

Sir To. Why, man, he's a very devil; I have not seen such a virago. I had a pass with him, rapier, scabbard, and all, and he gives me the stuck-in, with such a mortal motion, that it is inevitable; and on the answer, he pays you as surely as your feet hit the ground they step on: they say he has been fencer to the Sophy.

Sir And. Pox on't, I'll not meddle with him. Sir To. Ay, but he will not now be pacified: Fabian can scarce hold him yonder.

Sir And. Plague on't; an I thought he had been valiant, and so cunning in fence, I'd have seen him damned ere I'd have challenged him. Let him let the matter slip, and I'll give him my horse, gray Capilet. Sir To. I'll make the motion: stand here, make a good show on't; this shall end without the perdition of souls: marry, I'll ride your horse as well as I ride

you.

[Aside.

Than what befalls myself. You stand amaz'd ;

But be of comfort.

2 Off. Come, sir, away.

Ant. I must entreat of you some of that money. Vio. What money, sir?

And, part, heing prompted by your present trouble,
For the fair kindness you have show'd me here,
Out of my lean and low ability

I'll make division of my present with you:
I'll lead you something: my having is not much;
Hold, there is half my coffer.

Ant.

Will you deny me now? Can lack persuasion? Do not tempt my misery, Is't possible, that my deserts to you Lest that it make me so unsound a man, As to upbraid you with those kindnesses That I have done for you.

Vio.

I know of none;

Nor know I you by voice or any feature:
I hate ingratitude more in a man,
Than lying, vainness, babbling, drankenness,
Or any taint of vice, whose strong corruption
Inhabits our frail blood.

Ant.

O heavens themselves! 2 Off. Come, sir, I pray you, go. [see here, Ant. Let me speak a little. This youth that you I snatch'd one half out of the jaws of death; Reliev'd him with such sanctity of love,And to his image, which, methought, did promise Most venerable worth, did I devotion.

1 Off. What's that to us? The time goes by; away. Ant. But, O, how vile, an idol proves this god! Thou hast, Sebastian, done good feature shame.In nature there's no blemish, but the mind; None can be call'd deform'd, but the unkind: Virtue is beauty; but the beauteous-evil Are empty trunks, o'erflourish'd by the devil. 1 Off. The man grows mad; away with him. Come, come, sir.

Ant. Lead me on. [Exeunt Officers, with Antonio. Vio. Methinks, his words do from such passion fly,

That he believes himself; so do not I. Prove true, imagination, O, prove true, That I, dear brother, be now ta'en for you! Sir To. Come hither, knight; come hither, Fabian; we'll whisper o'er a couplet or two of most sage saws. Vio. He nam'd Sebastian; I my brother know Yet living in my glass; even such and so, In favour was my brother; and he went Still in this fashion, colour, ornament, For him I imitate: O, if it prove, Tempests are kind, and salt waves fresh in love! [Exit. Sir To. A very dishonest paltry boy, and more a coward than a hare: his dishonesty appears, in leaving his friend here in necessity, and denying him; and for his cowardship, ask Fabian.

Fab. A coward,a most devout coward, religious in it. Sir And. 'Slid, I'll after him again, and beat him. Sir To. Do, cuff him soundly, but never draw thy sword.

Sir And. An I do not,

[Exit.

Fab. Come, let's see the event. Sir To. I dare lay any money, 'twill be nothing yet. [Exeunt.

ACT IV.

SCENE I. The Street before Olivia's House.
Enter Sebastian and Clown.

Clo. Will you make me believe, that I am not sent for you?

Seb. Go to, go to, thou art a foolish fellow; Let me be clear of thee.

Clo. Well held out, i'faith! No, I do not know you; nor I am not sent to you by my lady, to bid you come speak with her; nor your name is not master Cesario; nor this is not my nose neither.-Nothing, that is so, is so.

Seb. I pr'ythee, vent thy folly somewhere else; Thou know'st not me.

Clo. Vent my folly! he has heard that word of some great man, and now applies it to a fool. Vent my folly! I am afraid this great lubber, the world, will prove a cockney. I pr'ythee now, ungird thy strangeness, and tell me what I shall vent to my lady: shall I vent to her that thon art coming?

Seb. I pr'ythee, foolish Greek, depart from me ; There's money for thee; if you tárry longer, I shall give worse payment.

Clo. By my troth, thou hast an open hand :-These wise men, that give fools money, get themselves a good report after fourteen years' purchase.

Enter Sir Andrew, Sir Toby, and Fabian. Sir And. Now, sir, have I met you again? there's for you. [Striking Sebastian. Seb. Why, there's for thee, and there, and there Are all the people mad? [Beating Sir Andrew. Sir To. Hold, sir, or I'll throw your dagger o'er the house.

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Enter Sir Toby Belch and Maria.

Sir To. Jove bless thee, master parson. Clo. Bonos dies, Sir Toby: for as the old hermit of Prague, that never saw pen and ink, very wittily said. to a niece of king Gorboduc, That, that is, is so I, being master parson, am master parson; for what is that, but that? and is, but is?

Sir To. To him, Sir Topas.

Clo. What, hoa, I say, Peace in this prison! Sir To. The knave counterfeits well; a good knave. Mal. [In an inner Chamber] Who calls there? Clo. Sir Topas, the curate, who comes to visit Malvolio the lunatic.

Mal. Sir Topas, Sir Topas, good Sir Topas, go to my lady.

Clo. Out, hyperbolical fiend! how vexest thou this man? talkest thou nothing but of ladies?

Sir To. Well said, master parson.

Mal. Sir Topas, never was man thus wronged! good Sir Topas, do not think I am mad; they have laid me here in hideous darkness.

Clo. Fie, thou dishonest Sathan! I call thee by the most modest terms; for I am one of those gentle ones, that will use the devil himself with courtesy: say'st thou, that house is dark?

Mal. As hell, Sir Topas..

Clo. Why, it hath bay-windows, transparent as harricadoes, and the clear stones towards the south-north are as lustrous as ebony; and yet complainest thou of

obstruction?

Mal. I am not mad, Sir Topas; I say to you, this house is dark.

Clo Madman, thou errest: I say, there is no darkness, but ignorance; in which thou art more puzzled, than the Egyptians in their fog.

Mal. I say, this house is as dark as ignorance, though

Clo. This will I tell my lady straight: I would not be in some of your coats for two-pence. [Exit. Sir To. Come on, sir; hold. [Helding Sebastian.ignorance were as dark as hell; and I say, there was Sir And. Nay, let him alone, I'll go another way to work with him; I'll have an action of battery against him, if there be any law in Illyria: though I struck him first, yet it's no matter for that.

Seb. Let go thy hand.

Sir To. Come, sir, I will not let you go. Come, my young soldier, put up your iron: you are well fleshed; come on.

Seb. I will be free from thee. What wouldst thou now? If thou dar'st tempt me further, draw thy sword.

Draws. Sir To. What, what? Nay, then I must have an ounce or two of this malapert blood from you. [Draws. Enter Olivia.

Oli. Hold, Toby; on thy life, I charge thee, hold. Sir To. Madam?

Oli. Will it be ever thus? Ungracious wretch, Fit for the mountains, and the barbarous caves, Where manners ne'er were preach'd! out of my sight! Be not offended, dear Cesario :——— Rudesby, be gone!-I pr'ythee, gentle friend,

[Exeunt Sir Toby, Sir Andrew, and Fabian. Let thy fair wisdom, not thy passion, sway In this uncivil and unjust extent Against thy peace. Go with me to my house; And hear thou there how many fruitless pranks. This ruffian hath botch'd up, that thou thereby May'st smile at this: thou shalt not choose, but go;

never man thus abused: I am no more mad than you are; make the trial of it in any constant question... ing wild-fowl? Clo. What is the opinion of Pythagoras, concern

Mal. That the soul of our grandam might haply inhabit a bird.

Clo. What thinkest thou of his opinion? Mal. I think nobly of the soul, and no way approve his opinion.

Clo. Fare thee well: remain thou still in darkness: thou shalt hold the opinion of Pythagoras, ere I will allow of thy wits; and fear to kill a woodcock, lest thou dispossess the seul of thy grandam. Fare thee well.

Mal. Sir Topas, Sir Topas,

Sir To. My most exquisite Sir Topas !
Clo. Nay, I am for all waters.

Mar. Thou might'st have done this without thy beard, and gown; he sees thee not..

Sir To. To him in thine own voice, and bring me word how thou findest him: I would we were well rid of this knavery. If he may be conveniently delivered, I would be were; for I am now so far in offence with my niece, that I cannot pursue with any safety this sport to the upshot. Come by and by to any chamber. [Exeunt Sir Toby and Maria. Clo. Hey, Robin, jolly Robin, Tell me how thy lady does. Mal. Fool,

[Singing.

Clo. My lady is unkind, perdy.
Mal. Fool,-

Clo. Alas, why is she so?

Mel. Fool, I say;

Clo. She loves another-Who calls, ha?

Mal. Good fool, as ever thou wilt deserve well at my hand, help me to a candle, and pen, ink, and paper; as I am a gentleman, I will live to be thankful to thee for't.

Clo. Master Malvolio !

Mal. Ay, good fool.

Clo. Alas, sir, how fell you besides your five wits? Mal. Fool, there was never man so notoriously abused: I am as well in my wits, fool, as thou art.

Clo. But as well? then you are mad, indeed, if you be no better your wits than a fool."

Mal. They have here propertied me; keep me in darkness, send ministers to me, asses, and do all they can to face me out of my wits.

Clo. Advise you what you say; the minister is here. -Malvolio, Malvolio, thy wits the heavens restore! endeavour thyself to sleep, and leave thy vain bibble babble.

Mal. Sir Topas,

Clo. Maintain no words with him, good fellow.Who, I, sir? not I, sir. God b'wi'you, good Sir Topas. Marry, amen.-I will, sir, I will.

Mal. Fool, fool, fool, I say,

Clo. Alas, sir, be patient. What say you, sir? I am shent for speaking to you.

Mal. Good fool, help me to some light, and some paper; I tell thee, I am as well in my wits, as any man in Illyria.

Clo. Well-a-day, that you were, sir! Mal. By this hand, I am good fool, some ink, paper, and light, and convey what I will set down to my lady; it shall advantage thee more than ever the bearing of letter did.

Clo. I will help you to't. But tell me true, are you not mad, indeed? or do you but counterfeit ? Mal. Believe me, I am not; I tell thee true. Clo. Nay, I'll ne'er believe a madman, till I see his brains. I will fetch you light, and paper, and ink. Mal. Fool, I'll requite it in the highest degree: I pr'ythee, be gone.

Clo.

I am gone, sir,

And anon, sir,
I'll be with you again,

In a trice;

Like to the old vice,

You need to sustain;

Who with dagger of lath,
In his rage and his wrath,
Cries, ah, ha! to the devil:

Like a mad lad,

Pare thy nails, dad,
Adieu, goodman drivel.

SCENE III.

Olivia's Garden. Enter Sebastian.

[Exit.

Seb. This is the air; that is the glorious sun;
This pearl she gave me, I do feel't, and see't:
And though 'tis wonder that enwraps me thus,
Yet 'tis not madness. Where's Autonio then?
I could not find him at the Elephant:
Yet there he was: and there I found this credit,
That he did range the town to seek me out.
His counsel now might do me golden service:
For though my soul disputes well with my sense.
That this may be some error, but no madness,
Yet doth this accident and flood of fortune
So far exceed all instance, all discourse,
That I am ready to distrust mine eyes,
And wrangle with my reason, that persuades me
To any other trust, but that I am mad,
Or else the lady's mad; yet if 'twere so,

She could not sway her house, command her followers,
Take, and give back, affairs, and their despatch,
With such a smooth, discreet, and stable bearing,
As, I perceive, she does; there's something in't,
That is deceivable. But here comes the lady.
Enter Olivia and a Priest.

Oli. Blame not this haste of mine: if you mean well,
Now go with me, and with this holy man,
Into the chantry by there, before him,
And underneath that consecrated roof,
Plight me the full assurance of your faith;
That my most jealons and too doubtful soul
May live at peace he shall conceal it,
Whiles you are willing it shall come to note;

What time we will our celebration keep
According to my birth.-What do you say?
Seb. I'll follow this good man, and go with you;
And, having sworn truth, ever will be true.

Oli. Then lead the way, good father:And heavens so shine,

That they may fairly note this act of mine! [Exeunt.

ACT V.

SCENE I. The Street before Olivia's House.

Enter Clown and Fabian.

Fab. Now, as thou lovest me, let me see his letter. Clo. Good master Fabian, grant me another request. Fab. Any thing.

Clo. Do not desire to see this letter.

Fab. That is, to give a dog, and, in recompense, desire my dog again.

Enter Duke, Viola, and Attendants. Duke. Belong you to the lady Olivia, friends? Clo. Ay, sir; we are some of her trappings. Duke. I know thee well; How dost thou, my good fellow?

Clo. Truly, sir, the better for my foes, and the worse for my friends.

Duke. Just the contrary; the better for thy friends. Clo. No, sir, the worse.

Duke. How can that be?

Clo. Marry, sir, they praise me, and make an ass that by my foes, sir, I profit in the knowledge of myof me; now my foes tell me plainly I am an ass so self and by my friends I am abused: so that, conclusions to be as kisses, if your four negatives make your two affirmatives, why, then the worse for my friends, and the better for my foes.

Duke. Why, this is excellent.

Clo. By my troth, sir, no; though it please you to be one of my friends.

Duke. Thou shalt not be the worse for me there's gold.

Clo. But that it would be double-dealing, sir, I would you could make it another.

Duke. O, you give me ill counsel.

Clo. Put your grace in your pocket, sir, for this once, and let your flesh and blood obey it.

Duke. Well, I will be so much a sinner to be a double dealer; there's another.

Clo. Primo, secundo, tertio, is a 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. Bennet, sir, may put you in mind; One, two, three.

Duke. You can fool no more money out of me at this throw: if you will let your lady know, I am here to speak with her, and bring her along with you, it may awake my bounty further.

Clo. Marry, sir, lullaby to your bounty, till I come again. I go, sir; but I would not have you to think, that my desire of having is the sin of covetousness: but, as you say, sir, let your bounty take a nap, I will awake it anon. [Exit.

Enter Antonio and Officers.
Vio. Here comes the man, sir, that did rescue me.
Duke. That face of his I do remember well;
Yet, when I saw it last, it was besmear'd
As black as Vulcan, in the smoke of war;
A bawbling vessel was he captain of,
For shallow draught, and bulk, unprizable:
With which such scathful grapple did he make
With the most noble bottom of our fleet,

That very envy, and the tongue of loss,
Cry'd fame and honour on him.-What's the matter?
I off. Orsino, this is that, Antonio,
That took the Phoenix, and her fraught, from Candy;
And this is he, that did the Tiger board,
Here in the streets, desperate of shame, and state,
When your young nephew Titus lost his leg:
In private brabble did we apprehend him.

Vio. He did me kindness, sir; drew on my side;
But, in conclusion, put strange speech upon ine,
I know not what 'twas, but distraction.

Duke. Notable pirate! thou salt-water thief! What foolish boldness brought thee to their mercies, Whom thou, in terms so bloody, and so dear, Hast made thine enemies?

Ant.

Orsino, noble sir, Be pleas'd that I shake off these names you give me ; Antonio never yet was thief, or pirate, Though I confess, on base and ground enough, Orsino's enemy. A witchcraft drew me hither:

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