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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, grey Capilet.

Sir To. I'll make the motion: stand herc, make a good show on't this shall end without the perdition of souls.-[Aside.] Marry, I'll ride your horse as well as I ride you.

Re-enter Fabian and Viola.

[To Fab.] I have his horse 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 at his heels.

Sir To. There's no remedy, sir; he will fight with you for his oath's sake: marry, he hath 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.

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Vio. [Aside. Pray God defend me! little thing would make me tell them how much I lack of a man.

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 !
[Draws.
Enter Antonio.
Vio. I do assure you, 'tis against my will.
[Draws.
Ant. Put up your sword.-If this young
gentleman

Have done offence, I take the fault on me :
If you offend him, I for him defy you.

[Drawing. Sir To. You, sir! why, what are you? Ant. One, sir, that for his love dares yet do

more

Than you have heard him brag to you he will. Sir To. Nay, if you be an undertaker, I am for you. Draws. Fab. O, good Sir Toby, hold! here come the officers.

Enter Officers.

Sir To. [To Ant.] I'll be with you anon. Vio. [To Sir And.] Pray, sir, put your sword up, if you please.

Sir And. Marry, will I, sir; - and, for that I promised you, I'll be as good as my word: he will bear you easily, and reins well. 1 Off. This is the man; do thy office. 2 Off. Antonio, I arrest thee at the suit Of Count Orsino.

Ant.

You do mistake me, sir.

1 Off. No, sir, no jot; I know your favour well,

Though now you have no sea-cap on your head.
Take him away: he knows I know him well.
Ant. I must obey.-[ To Viola.] This comes
with seeking you:

But there's no remedy; I shall answer it.
What will you do? Now my necessity [me
Makes me to ask you for my purse? It grieves
Much more for what I cannot do for you,
Than what befalls myself. You stand amaz'd;
But be of comfort.
Come, sir, away.

2 Off.

Ant. I must entreat of you some of that
Vio. What money, sir?
[money.
For the fair kindness you have show'd me here,
And, part, being prompted by your present
Out of my lean and low ability [trouble,
I'll lend you something: my having is not
much;

I'll make division of my present with you :
Hold, there's half my coffer.

Ant.

Will you deny me now? Is't possible that my deserts to you Can lack persuasion? Do not tempt my misery, 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, drunkenness, Or any taint of vice whose strong corruption Inhabits our frail blood.

Ant.

O heavens themselves ! 2 Off. Come, sir, I pray you, go. Ant. Let me speak a little. This youth that you see here

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 pro-
Most venerable worth, did I devotion. [mise
I Off. What's that to us? The time goes by:

away! god! Ant. But O how vile an idol proves this 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 Come, come, sir. [him!

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 would not be in some of your coats for two-
know
pence.

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.
[ligious in it.
Fab. A coward, a most devout coward, re-
Sir And. 'Slid, I'll after him again, and
beat him.
[draw thy sword.
Sir To. Do; cuff him soundly, but never
Sir And. An I do not,-
[Exit.

Fab. Come, let's see the event.
Sir To. I dare lay any money 'twill be no-
thing yet.

ACT IV.

[Exeunt.

SCENE I.-The Street adjoining 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 prythee now, ungird thy strangeness, and tell me what I shall vent to my lady: shall I vent to her that thou art coming?

Seb. I pr'ythee, foolish Greek, depart from me:
There's money for thee: if you tarry 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 Aguecheek, Sir Toby Belch, 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. Beating Sir Andrew.] Are all the people mad?

Sir To. Hold, sir, or I'll throw your dagger

o'er the house.

Clo. This will I tell my lady straight:

[Exit. Sir To. [Holding Sebastian.] Come on, sir; hold!

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. [Disengaging
himself.] What wouldst thou now?
If thou dar'st tempt me farther, draw thy sword.
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,
Sir To. Madam-
[hold!
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:

Do not deny. Beshrew his soul for me,
He started one poor heart of mine in thee.

Seb. What relish is in this? how runs the

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SCENE II.-A Room in Olivia's House. Enter Maria and Clown ; Malvolio in a dark chamber adjoining.

Mar. Nay, I pr'ythee, put on this gown, and this beard; make him believe thou art Sir Topas, the curate: do it quickly; I'll call Sir Toby the whilst. [Exit.

Clo. Well, I'll put it on, and I will dissemble myself in't; and I would I were the first that ever dissembled in such a gown. I am not tall enough to become the function well; nor lean enough to be thought a good student: but to be said an honest man and a good Ilhousekeeper, goes as fairly as to say a careful

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Sir To. To him, Sir Topas.

Clo. [At the door of Malvolio's room.] What ho! I say,-peace in this prison !

Sir To. The knave counterfeits well; a good knave.

Mal. [Within.] 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. [Within.] 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 Satan! 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 barricadoes, and the clear stories toward 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. say, this house is as dark as ignorance, though ignorance were as dark as hell; and I say, there was never man thus abused. I am no more mad than you are: make the trial of it in any constant question.

Clo. What is the opinion of Pythagoras concerning wild-fowl?

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 soul 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 he 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 my chamber. [Exeunt Sir Toby and Maria. Clo. [Singing.] "Hey Robin, jolly Robin, Tell me how thy lady does."

Mal. Fool,

Clo. [Singing.] "My lady is unkind,
Mal. Fool,-
[perdy."
Clo. [Singing.] "Alas, why is she so ?"
Mal. Fool, I say,-

Clo. [Singing.] "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.

[wits?

Clo. Alas, sir, how fell you beside your five 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 in 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 tiil 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.

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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 Antonio, 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,

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 an-
Fab. Anything.
[other request.

Clo. Do not desire to see this letter.
Fab. This is, to give a dog, and, in recom-
pense, 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
Clo. No, sir; the worse.
[friends.
Duke. How can that be?

Clo. Marry, sir, they praise me, and make an ass of me; now my foes tell me plainly I am an ass; so that by my foes, sir, I profit in the knowledge of myself; 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.

Take and give back affairs, and their despatch,
With such a smooth, discreet, and stable bear-sir, I would you could make it another.

Clo. But that it would be double-dealing,

ing,

As I perceive she does: there's something in't
That is deceivable. But here the lady comes.
Enter Olivia and a Priest..

If you

Oli. Blame not this haste of mine.
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 jealous 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.

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.

Vio. Here comes the man, sir, that did

rescue me.

Enter Antonio and Officers.
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,
Cried fame and honour on him.-What's the
matter?

1 Off. Orsino, this is that Antonio

That took the Phoenix and her fraught from

Candy;

And this is he that did the Tiger board,
When your young nephew Titus lost his leg:
Here in the streets, desperate of shame and
state,

In private brabble did we apprehend him.

Vio. He did me kindness, sir; drew on my
side;

But, in conclusion, put strange speech upon me,
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 ;

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mischief:

I'll sacrifice the lamb that I do love,
To spite a raven's heart within a dove.

Live you, the marble-breasted tyrant, still; But this your minion, whom I know you love, Antonio never yet was thief or pirate, And whom, by heaven I swear, I tender dearly, Though, I confess, on base and ground enough, Him will I tear out of that cruel eye, Orsino's enemy. A witchcraft drew me hither; Where he sits crowned in his master's spite. That most ingrateful boy there, by your side,Come, boy, with me; my thoughts are ripe in From the rude sea's enraged and foamy mouth | Did I redeem; a wreck past hope he was; His life I gave him, and did thereto add My love, without retention or restraint, All his in dedication; for his sake Did I expose myself, pure for his love, Into the danger of this adverse town; Drew to defend him when he was beset : Where being apprehended, his false cunning (Not meaning to partake with me in danger) Taught him to face me out of his acquaintance, And grew a twenty-years-removed thing, While one would wink; denied me mine own purse,

Which I had recommended to his use
Not half an hour before.

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[Going. Vio. And I, most jocund, apt, and willingly, To do you rest, a thousand deaths would die.

[Following.

Oli. Where goes Cesario?
Vio.
After him I love
More than I love these eyes, more than my life,
More, by all mores, than e'er I shall love wife.
If I do feign, you witnesses above
Punish my life for tainting of my love!

Oli. Ah me, detested! how am I beguil'd!
Vio. Who does beguile you? who does do
you wrong?
[long?-
Oli. Hast thou forgot thyself? Is it so
|Call forth the holy father.

Duke. To Viola.]

[Exit an Attendant. Come away.

Oli. Whither, my lord ?-Cesario, husband,
Duke. Husband?

Oli. Ay, husband; can he that deny?
Duke. Her husband, sirrah?

Vio.

[stay.

No, my lord, not I.
Oli. Alas, it is the baseness of thy fear
That makes thee strangle thy propriety:
Fear not, Cesario; take thy fortunes up;
Be that thou know'st thou art, and then thou
As great as that thou fear'st.-
[art

Re-enter Attendant with Priest.
O, welcome, father 1

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