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without any mitigation or remorse of voice 3 Is there no respect of place, persons, nor time, in you ? Sir To. We did keep time, sir, in our catches. Sneck up !" Mal. Sir Toby, I must be round with you. My lady bade me tell you, that, though she harbours you as her kinsman, she's nothing allied to your disorders. If you can separate yourself and your misdemeanors, you are welcome to the house; if not, an it would please you to take leave of her, she is very willing to bid you farewell. Sir To. Farewell, dear heart, since I must needs be gone. Mar. Nay, good sir Toby. Clo. His eyes do shew his days are almost done. Mal. Is’t even so 7 Sir To. But I will never die. Clo. Sir Toby, there you lie. Mal. This is much credit to you. Sir To. Shall I bid him go? [Singing. Clo. What an if you do? Sir To. Shall I bid him go, and spare not? Clo. Ono, no, no, no, you dare not. Sir To. Out o'time ! sir, ye lie.—Art any more than a steward 3 Dost thou think, because thou art virtuous, there shall be no more cakes and ale 7" Clo. Yes, by Saint Anne; and ginger shall be hot i'the mouth too. Sir To. Thou'rt i'the right.—Go, sir, rub your chain with crums:"—A stoop of wine, Maria! Mal. Mistress Mary, if you prized my lady's favour at any thing more than contempt, you would not give means for this uncivil rule; she shall know of it, by this hand. [Erit. * Sneck up!] Mr. Malone and others observe, that from the manner in which this cant phrase is employed in our ancient comedies, it seems to have been synonymous to the modern expression—Go hang yourself-Steeyess. o because thou art virtuous, there shall be no more cakes and ale?] It was Mar. Go shake your ears. Sir And. Twere as good a deed as to drink when a man's a hungry, to challenge him to the field; and then to break promise with him, and make a fool of him. Sir To. Do’t knight; I'll write thee a challenge; or I'll deliver thy indignation to him by word of mouth. Mar. Sweet sir Toby, be patient for to-night; since the youth of the count's was to-day with my lady, she is much out of quiet. For monsieur Malvolio, let me alone with him: if I do not gull him into a nayword, and make him a common recreation, do not think I have wit enough to lie straight in my bed : I know I can do it. Sir To. Possess us,” possess us; tell us something of him. Mar. Marry, sir, sometimes he is a kind of Puritan. Sir And. O, if I thought that, I’d beat him like a dog. Sir To. What, for being a Puritan 2 thy exquisite reason, dear knight? * Sir And. I have no exquisite reason for’t, but I have reason good enough. Mar. The devil a Puritan that he is, or any thing constantly but a time pleaser; an affection'd' ass, that cons state without book, and utters it by great swarths:" the best persuaded of himself, so crammed, as he thinks, with excellencies, that it is his ground of faith, that all, that look on him, love him; and on that vice in him will my revenge find notable cause to work. Sir To. What wilt thou do? Mar. I will drop in his way some obscure epistles of love; wherein, by the colour of his beard, the shape of his leg, the manner of his gait, the expressure of his eye, forehead, and complexion, he shall find himself most feelingly personated: I can write very like my lady, your niece; on a forgotten matter we can hardly make distinction of our hands. Sir To. Excellent! I smell a device.
the custom on saints' days to make cakes in honour of the day; the Puritans called this superstition—a little farther on Maria calls Malvolio a Puritan.—
Let HERLAND. p rub your chain with crums: Stewards anciently wore a chain, as a mark of superiority over other servants. The best method of cleaning any gilt plate, is by rubbing it with crums.--Steevens. q rule;] i.e. Conduct.
a nayword,J A byeword. * Possess us, Make us masters of the matter.
t affection'd—] Affected. swarths:] A swarth is as much grass or corn as a mower cuts down at one stroke of his scythe.—Steev ENs.
Sir And. I have’t in my nose too. Sir To. He shall think, by the letters that thou wilt drop, that they come from my niece, and that she is in love with him. Mar. My purpose is, indeed, a horse of that colour. Sir To. And your horse now would make him an ass.” Mar. Ass, I doubt not. Sir And. O, 'twill be admirable. Mar. Sport royal, I warrant you : I know, my physic will work with him. I will plant you two, and let the fool make a third, where he shall find the letter; observe his construction of it. For this night, to bed, and dream on the event. Farewell. [Erit. Sir To. Good night, Penthesilea." Sir And. Before me, she's a good wench. Sir To. She's a beagle, true bred, and one that adores me; What o'that? Sir And. I was adored once too. Sir To. Let's to bed, knight.—Thou hadst need send for more money. Sir And. If I cannot recover your niece, I am a foul way out. Sir To. Send for money, knight; if thou hast her not i’the end, call me Cut.” Sir And. If I do not, never trust me, take it how you will. Sir To. Come, come; I’ll go burn some sack, 'tis too late to go to bed now : come, knight; come, knight. [Ereunt.
Enter Duke, Viola, CURIo, and others.
Duke. Give me some music :-Now, good morrow, Now, good Cesario, but that piece of song, [friends:–
* Tyrwhitt is certainly right in attributing this sentence to Sir Toby—it shews too quick an apprehension to proceed from Sir Andrew.
y Penthesilea.] i. e. Amazon. rall me Cut..] i. e. Call me a gelding—this was a common expression of reproach.
That old and antique song we heard last night;
Cur. He is not here, so please your lordship, that should sing it.
Duke. Who was it?
Cur. Feste, the jester, my lord; a fool, that the lady Olivia's father took much delight in : he is about the house.
Duke. Seek him out, and play the tune the while.
Come hither, boy; If ever thou shalt love,
Vio. It gives a very echo to the seat
Duke. Thou dost speak masterly:
Vio. A little, by your favour.
Duke. She is not worth thee then. What years, i'faith?
Vio. About your years, my lord.
Duke. Too old, by heaven; let still the woman take
a — recollected—] Oft repeated, alluding to the practice of composers, who oft prolong their songs by repetition.—Jon Nson. favour—) i.e. Countenance.
Vio. I think it well, my lord.
Duke. Then let thy love be younger than thyself,
Vio. And so they are: alas, that they are so ;
Re-enter CURIo, and Clown.
Duke. O fellow, come, the song we had last night:— Mark it, Cesario; it is old, and plain: The spinsters and the knitters in the sun, And the free" maids that weave their thread with bones, Do use to chaunt it; it is silly sooth, And dallies with the innocence of love, Like the old age."
Clo. Are you ready, sir?
Duke. Ay; pr’ythee, sing. [Music.
Clo. Come away, come away, death,
I am slain by a fair cruel maid.
My shroud of white, stuck all with yew,
My part of death no one so true
Not a flower, not a flower sweet,
Duke. There's for thy pains.
free—) Merry, gay. * — silly sooth,). Plain truth—dallies with, trifles with—old age, past time. - cypress—) or cyprus, a kind of crape of which shrouds were made.