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Sir And. That youth's a rare courtier! Rain odours! well. Vio. My matter hath no voice, lady, but to your own most pregnant and vouchsafed ear.

Sir And. Odours, pregnant, and vouchsafed:—I'll get 'em; all three all ready.

Oli. Let the garden door be shut, and leave me to my hearing. [Exeunt Sir TOBY, Sir ANDREW, and MARIA. Give me your hand, sir.

Vio. My duty, madam, and most humble service.
Oli. What is your name?

Vio. Cesario is your servant's name, fair princess.
Oli. My servant, sir! 'Twas never merry world,
Since lowly feigning was call'd compliment:
You are servant to the count Orsino, youth.

Vio. And he is yours, and his must needs be yours;
Your servant's servant is your servant, madam.

Oli. For him, I think not on him: for his thoughts, 'Would they were blanks, rather than fill'd with me! Vio. Madam, I come to whet your gentle thoughts On his behalf :

Oli.

O, by your leave, I pray you.
I bade you never speak again of him :
But, would you undertake another suit,
I had rather hear you to solicit that,
Than music from the spheres.

Vio.

Dear lady,

Oli. Give me leave, beseech you: I did send
After the last enchantment you did here,

A ring in chase of you; so did I abuse
Myself, my servant, and, I fear me, you:
Under your hard construction must I sit,

To force that on you, in a shameful cunning,

Which you knew none of yours: What might you think?
Have you not set mine honour at the stake,
And baited it with all the unmuzzled thoughts

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most pregnant and vouchsafed ear.] Pregnant for ready; vouchsafed for vouchsafing. To one of your receiving-] i. e. To one of your ready apprehension.— WARBURTON.

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Enough is shown; a cyprus,' not a bosom,

Hides my poor heart: so let me hear you speak.

Vio. I pity you.

Oli. That's a degree to love.

Vio. No, not a grise ;" for 'tis a vulgar proof,

That very oft we pity enemies.

Oli. Why, then, methinks, 'tis time to smile again: O world, how apt the poor are to be proud!

[Clock strikes.

If one should be a prey, how much the better
To fall before the lion, than the wolf?
The clock upbraids me with the waste of time.-
Be not afraid, good youth, I will not have you :
And yet, when wit and youth is come to harvest,
Your wife is like to reap a proper man:

There lies your way, due west.

Then westward-hoe :

Vio.
Grace, and good disposition 'tend your ladyship !–
You'll nothing, madam, to my lord by me?

Oli. Stay:

I pr'ythee, tell me, what thou think'st of me.

Vio. That you do think, you are not what you are.
Oli. If I think so, I think the same of you.

Vio. Then think you right; I am not what I am.
Oli. I would you were as I would have you be!
Vio. Would it be better, madam, than I am,

I wish it might; for now I am your fool.

Oli. O, what a deal of scorn looks beautiful

In the contempt and anger of his lip!

A murd'rous guilt shows not itself more soon

Than love that would seem hid: love's night is noon.
Cesario, by the roses of the spring,

By maidhood, honour, truth, and every thing,

I love thee so, that maugrew all thy pride,
Nor wit, nor reason, can my passion hide.

Do not extort thy reasons from this clause,

For, that I woo, thou therefore hast no cause :

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a cyprus,] A thin transparent crape; so called from being originally manufactured in the island of Cyprus.-WHALLEY.

" — a grise ;] Is a step, sometimes written greese, from degres, French.-

JOHNSON.

vulgar-] Familiar.

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maugre—] In spite of.

But rather, reason thus with reason fetter:
Love sought is good, but given unsought, is better.
Vio. By innocence I swear, and by my youth,
I have one heart, one bosom, and one truth,
And that no woman has; nor never none
Shall mistress be of it, save I alone.

And so adieu, good madam; never more
Will I my master's tears to you deplore.

Oli. Yet come again for thou, perhaps, may'st move That heart, which now abhors, to like his love. [Exeunt.

SCENE II.

A Room in Olivia's House.

Enter Sir TOBY BELCH, Sir ANDREW AGUE-CHEEK, and FABIAN.

Sir And. No, faith, I'll not stay a jot longer. Sir To. Thy reason, dear venom, give thy reason. Fab. You must needs yield your reason, sir Andrew. Sir And. Marry, I saw your niece do more favours to the count's serving man, than ever she bestow'd 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 jury-men, 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 jests, 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 icicle on a Dutchman's beard, unless you 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? Sir To. Go, write it in a martial hand; be curst' and brief; it is no matter how witty, so it be eloquent and full of invention; taunt him with the licence 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 thou

sand strong, or so.

Fab. We shall have a rare letter from him: but you'll not deliver it.

as lief be a Brownist,] The Brownists were so called from Mr. Robert Browne, a noted separatist in Queen Elizabeth's reign. Strype informs us, that "in the year 1589, Browne went off from the separatists, and came into the communion of the church."-The Brownists were, in our author's time, the common objects of popular satire.-Grey.

curst- i. e. Crabbed.

bed of Ware-]This enormous piece of furniture is still existing, and as much an object of curiosity as it was two centuries ago.-REED. It is either at the Crown, or the Bull Inn at Ware.-It is reputed to be twelve feet square, and capable of holding twenty or twenty-four persons: to accommodate that number they must lie at top and bottom, and the feet meet in the middle.NARES'S Glossary.

Sir To. Never trust me then; and by all means stir on the youth to an answer. I think oxen and wainropes 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. Mar. If you desire the spleen, and will laugh yourselves into stitches, follow me: yon' gull Malvolio is turned heathen, a very renegado; for there is no Christian, that means to be saved by believing rightly, can ever believe such impossible passages of grossness. He's in yellow stockings.

Sir To. And cross-gartered?

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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 augmentation 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 farther chide you.

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He does smile his face into more lines, than are in the new map, with the augmentation of the Indies :] A clear allusion to a map engraved for Linschoten's Voyages, an English translation of which was published in 1598. This map is multilineal in the extreme, and is the first in which the Eastern Islands are included.-STEEVENS.

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