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Re-enter OLIVIA, with VIOLA.

Sir To. I will do so. Signior Fabian, stay you

Exit. Oli. I have said too much unto a heart of stone, by this gentleman till my return. And laid mine honour too uncbary out :

Vio. Pray you, sir, do you know of this matter! There's something in me that reproves my fault,

Fab. I know the knight is incensed against But such a headstrong potent fault it is

you, even to a mortal arbitrement, but nothing That it but mocks reproof.

of the circumstance more. Vio. With the same haviour that your passion

Vio. I beseech you, what manner of man is he? bears

Pab. Nothing of that wonderful promise, to Goes on my master's grief.

read him by his form, as you are like to find Oli. Here; wear this jewel for me, 'tis my him in the proof of his valour. He is, indeed, picture :

sir, the most skilful, bloody, and fatal opposite Refuse it not ; it hath no tongue to vex you; 330 that you could possibly bave found in any part And I beseech you come again to-morrow,

of Illyria. Will you walk towards him? I will What shall you ask of me that I 'll deny,

make your peace with him if I can. That honour sav'd may upon asking give?

Vio. I shall be much bound to you for 't: I am Vio. Nothing but this; your true love for my one that had rather go with sir priest than sir master.

knight; I care not who knows so much of my Oli. How with mine honour may I give him that mettle.

Exeunt. 3.0 Which I have given to you !

Re-enter Sir TOBY, with Sir ANDREW. Vio

I will acquit you. Oli. Well, come again to-morrow : fare thee

Sir To. Why, man, he's a very devil; I have well :

not seen such a firago. I had a pass with him, A fiend like thee might bear my soul to hell.

rapier, scabbard and all, and he gives me the Exit. stuck-in with such a mortal motion that it is

inevitable; and on the answer, he pays you as Re-enter Sir TOBY BELCH and FABIAN.

surely as your feet hit the ground they step on. Sir To. Gentleman, God save thee.

They say he has been fencer to the Sophy. Vio. And you, sir.

Sir And. Pox on 't, I'll not meddle with him. Sir To. That defence thou hast, betake thee Sir To. Ay, but he will not now be pacified : to't : of what nature the wrongs are thou hast Fabian can scarce hold him yonder. done him, I know not; but thy intercepter, full Sir And. Plague on 't; an I thought he had of despite, bloody as the hunter, attends thee at been valiant and so cunning in fence I'd have the orchard-end. Dismount thy tuck, be yare seen him damned ere I'd have challenged him. in thy preparation, for thy assailant is quick, Let him let the matter slip, and I'll give him skilful, and deadly.

my horse, grey Capilet. Vio. You mistake, sir : I am sure no man hath Sir To. I'll make the motion. Stand here ; any quarrel to me: my remembrance is very make a good show on 't: this shall end without free and clear from any image of offence done the perdition of souls. Aside. Marry, I'll ride to any man.

251 your horse as well as I ride you. Sir To. You 'll find it otherwise, I assure you : therefore, if you hold your life at any price, be

Re-enter FABIAN and VIOLA. take you to your guard; for your opposite hath To FABIAN. I have his horse to take up the in him what youth, strength, skill, and wrath, quarrel. I have persuaded him the youth 's a can furnish man withal.

devil. V'io. I pray you, sir, what is he? Sir To. He is knight, dubbed with unhatched pants and looks pale, as if a bear were at his heels.

Fab. He is as horribly conceited of him; and rapier, and on carpet consideration ; but he is a

Sir To. To VIOLA. There's no remedy, sir : devil in private brawl: souls and bodies hath he will fight with you for's oath sake. Marry; he divorced three, and his incensement at this he bath better bethought him of bis quarrel, and moment is so implacable that satisfaction can he finds that now scarce to be worth talking of: be none but by pangs of death and sepulchre. therefore draw for the supportance of his vow: Hob, nob, is his word : give 't or take 't.

he protests he will not hurt you. l'io. I will return again into the house and

l'io. Aside. Pray God defend me! A little desire some conduct of the lady: I am no fighter. thing would make me tell them how much I lack I have heard of some kind of men that put of a man. quarrels purposely on others to taste their valour;

Fab. Give ground, if you see him furious. belike this is a man of that quirk.

Sir To. Come, Sir Andrew, there's no remedy: Sir To. Sir, no; his indignation derives itself the gentleman will, for his honour's sake, have out of a very competent injury : therefore, get you on and give him his desire. Back you shall avoid it: but he has promised me, as he is a

one bout with you ; he cannot by the duello not to the ho se, unless you undertake that with gentleman and a soldier, he will not hurt you. me which with as much safety you might answer Come on; to't. him : therefore, on, or strip your sword stark

Sir And. Pray God, he keep his oath! naked ; for medelle you must, that's certain, or

Drarra. forswear to wear iron about you. l'io. This is as uncivil as strange. I beseech

l'io. I do assure you, 'tis against my will.

Draus. you, do me this courteous office, as to know of

Enter ANTONIO. the knight what my offence to him is : it is something of my negligence, nothing of my Ant. Put up your sword. If this young gentlepurpose.

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Second Off. Come, sir, away.

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

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

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


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


First Of The man grows mad: away with him! Come, come, sir. Ant. Lead me on.

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 promise
Most venerable worth, did I devotion.

First 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: 400 Virtue is beauty, but the beauteous evil Are empty trunks o'erflourished by the devil.

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.

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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 prithee, 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 prithee 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 prithee, foolish Greek, depart from me: There's money for thee: if you tarry longer 20 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 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.

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Enter Sir TOBY and FABIAN.

Enter Sir TOBY BELCH and MARIA. Sir To. Hold, sir, or I'll throw your dagger

Sir To. Jove bless thee, Master parson, o'er the house.

Clo. Bonos dies, Sir Toby: for as the old hermit Clo. This will I tell my lady straight. I would of Prague, that never saw penand ink, very wittily not be in some of your coats for twopence.

said to a niece of King Gorboduc, “That that is

Erit. is;’so I, being Master parson, am Master parson, Sir To. Come on, sir: hold.

for what is that'but 'that,' and 'is' but is'? Sir And. Nay, let him alone; I'll go another

Sir To. To him, Sir Topas. way to work with him : I'll have an action of Clo. What, ho! I say. Peace in this prison. battery against him if there be any law in Illyria.

Sir To. The knave counterfeits well ; a good Though I struck him first, yet it's no matter knave. for that.

Mal. Within. Who calls there? Seb. Let go thy hand.

Clo. Sir Topas the curate, who comes to visit Sir To. Come, sir, I will not let you go. Come, Malvolio the lunatic. my young soldier, put up your iron: you are well

Mal. Sir Topas, Sir Topas, good Sir Topas, go fleshed; come on.

to my lady. Scb. I will be free from thee. What would'st Clo. Out, hyperbolical fiend! how vexest thou thou now?

this man! Talkest thou nothing but of ladies ? If thou dar'st tempt me further, draw thy sword.

Sir To. Well said, Master parson. Sir To. What, what! Nay, then I must have

Mal. Sir Topas, never was man thus wronged. an ounce or two of this malapert blood from you. Good Sir Topas, do not think I am mad : they

Draus. have laid me here in hideous darkness.

Clo. Fie, thou dishonest Satan! I call thee by Enter OLIVIA.

the most modest terms; for I am one of those Oli. Hold, Toby! on thy life I charge thee, gentle ones that will use the devil himself with hold !

courtesy. Sayest thou that house is dark? Sir To. Madam!

Mal. As hell, Sir Topas. Oli. Will it be ever thus? Ungracious wretch! Clo. Why, it hath bay-windows transparent Fit for the mountains and the barbarous caves, as barricadoes, and the clerestories toward the Where manners ne'er were preach'd. Out of south-north are as lustrous as ebony; and yet my sight!

complainest thou of obstruction ? Be not offended, dear Cesario.

Mal. I am not mad, Sir Topas. I say to you, Rudesby, be gone!

this house is dark. Exeunt Sir Toby, Sir ANDREW, and FABIAN. Clo. Madman, thou errest: I say there is no

I prithee, gentle friend, darkness but ignorance, in which thou art more Let thy fair wisdom, not thy passion, sway puzzled than the Egyptians in their fog. In this uncivil and unjust extent

Mal. I say this house is as dark as ignorance, Against thy peace. Go with me to my house, though ignorance were as dark as hell ; and I say And hear thou there how many fruitless pranks there was never man thus abused. I am no more This ruflian hath botch'd up, that thon thereby mad than you are : make the trial of it in any May'st smile at this. Thou shalt not choose constant question.

Clo. What is the opinion of Pythagoras conDo not deny. Beshrew his soul for me,

cerning wild fowl? He started one poor heart of mine in thee. Mal. That the soul of our grandam might haply Seb. What relish is in this ? how runs the inhabit a bird. stream?

C'lo. What thinkest thou of his opinion ? Or I am mad, or else this is a dream.

Mal. I think nobly of the soul, and no way Let fancy still my sense in Lethe steep; approve his opinion. If it be thus to dream, still let me sleep!

Co. Fare thee well: remain thou still in darkOli. Nay; come, I prithee; would thou ’dst be ness. Thou shalt hold the opinion of Pytharuld by me!

goras ere I will allow of thy wits, and fear to Seb. Madam, I will.

kill a woodcock, lest thou dispossess the soul of Oli. 0! say so, and so be. Excunt. thy grandam. Fare thee well.

Mal. Sir Topas! Sir Topas ! SCENE II.--- A Room in OLIVIA'S IIouse.

Sir To. My most exquisite Sir Topas !

Clo. Nay, I am for all waters.
Enter MARIA and Cloun.

Mar. Thou might'st have done this without

thy beard and gown : he sees thee not. Mar. Nay, I prithee, put on this gown and Sir To. To him in thine own voice, and bring this beard : make him believe thou art Sir Topas me word how thou findest him : I would we were the curate : do it quickly ; I'll call Sir Toby well rid of this knavery. If he may be conthe whilst.

Erit. veniently delivered, I would he were; for I am Clo. Well, I'll put it on and I will dissemble now so far in offence with my niece that I cannot myself in 't ; and I would I were the first that pursue with any safety this sport to the upshot. ever dissembled in such a gown. I am not tall Come by and by to my chamber. enough to become the function well, nor lean

Eceunt Sir Toby and MARIA. enough to be thought a good student; but to be said an honest man and a good housekeeper goes

Clo. Hoy Robin, jolly Robin, as fairly as to say a careful man and a great

Tell me how thy lady does. scholar. The competitors enter.

Mul. Fool!

but go:



Clo. My lady is unkind, perdy.

Mal. Fool!

Clo. Alas! why is she so?

Mal. 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 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 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.

80 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, 10
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

Mal. Sir Topas !

Clo. Maintain no words with him, good fellow. Who, I, sir? not I, sir. God be 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 prithee, be gone.


I am gone, sir,
And anon, sir,
I'll be with you again,
In a trice,

Like to the old Vice,
Your need to sustain ;
Who with dogger 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.


Take and give back affairs and their dispatch
With such a smooth, discreet, and stable bearing
As I perceive she does. There's something in 't
That is deceivable. But here the lady comes. 21
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 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



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?

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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!

Enter DUKE, VIOLA, CURIO, and Attendants. Duke. Belong you to the Lady Olivia, friends? Clo. Ay, sir; we are some of her trappings. 10 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 Exit. friends.


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

Clo. No, sir, the worse.

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 Into the danger of this adverse town ; better for my foes.

Drew to defend him when he was beset : Duke. Why, this is excellent.

Where being apprehended, bis false cunning, so Clo. By my troth, sir, no; though it please Not meaning to partake with me in danger, you to be one of my friends.

Taught him to face me out of his acquaintance, Duke. Thou shalt not be the worse for me : And grew a twenty years removed thing there's gold.

While one would wink, denied me mine own Clo. But that it would be double-dealing, sir, purse, I would you could make it another.

Which I had recommended to his use Duke. O! you give me ill counsel.

Not half an hour before. Clo. Put your grace in your pocket, sir, for Vio

How can this be? this once, and let your flesh and blood obey it. Duke. When came he to this town?

Duke. Well, I will be so much a sinner to be Ant. To-day, my lord; and for three months a double-dealer : there's another.

before, Clo. Primo, secundo, tertio, is a good play ; No interim, not a minute's vacancy, and the old saying is, the third pays for all: Both day and night did we keep company. the triplex, sir, is a good tripping measure; or the bells of Saint Bennet, sir, may put you in

Enter OLIVIA and Attendants. mind; one, two, three.

Duke. Here comes the countess : now heaven Duke. You can fool no more money out of me walks on earth! at this throw: if you will let your lady know I But for thee, fellow; fellow, thy words are am here to speak with her, and bring her along madness : with you, it may awake my bounty further. Three months this youth hath tended upon me;

Clo. Marry, sir, lullaby to your bounty till I But more of that anon. Take him aside. come again. I go, sir ; but I would not have you Oli. What would my lord, but that he may to think that my desire of having is the sin of not have, covetousness; but as you say, sir, let your bounty Wherein Olivia may seem serviceable? take a nap, I will awake it anon. Erit. 52 Cesario, you do not keep promise with me, Vio. Here comes the man, sir, that did rescue Vio. Madam!

Duke. Gracious Olivia, ---
Enter ANTONIO and Officers.

Oli. What do you say, Cesario ?

Good, my

lord, -Duke. That face of his I do remember well ; Vio. My lord would speak; my duty hushes me. Yet when I saw it last, it was besmear'd

Oli. If it be aught to the old tune, my lord, As black as Vulcan in the smoke of war,

It is as fat and fulsome to mine ear A bawbling vessel was he captain of,

As howling after music. For shallow draught and bulk upprizable;


Still so cruel ?
With which such scathful grapple did he make Oli. Still so constant, lord.
With the most noble bottom of our fleet,

Duke. What, to perverseness? you uncivil lady, That very envy and the tongue of loss

To whose ingrate and unauspicious altars Cried fame and honour on him. What's the My soul the faithfull'st offerings hath breath'd matter?

out First Of. Orsino, this is that Antonio

That e'er devotion tender'd! What shall I do? That took the Phænix and her fraught from Oli. Even what it please my lord, that sball Candy ;

become him. And this is he that did the Tiger board,

Duke. Why should I not, had I the heart to When your young nephew Titus lost his leg.

do it, Here in the streets, desperate of shame and state, Like to the Egyptian thief at point of death, In private brabble did we apprehend him. 69 Kill what I love ? a savage jealousy

Vio. He did me kindness, sir, drew on my side; That sometime savours nobly. But hear me this: But in conclusion put strange speech upon me : Since you to non-regardance cast my faith, I know not what 'twas but distraction.

And that I partly know the instrument Duhe. Notable pirate! thou salt-water thief! That screws me from my true place in your favour, What foolish boldness brought thee to their Live you the marble-breasted tyrant still; mercies,

But this your minion, whom I know you love, Whom thou, in terms so bloody and so dear, And whom, by heaven I swear, I tender dearis, Hast made thine enemies!

Him will I tear out of that cruel eye, Ant.

Orsino, noble sir, Where he sits crowned in his master's spite. Be pleas'd that I shake off these names you give Come, boy, with me; my thoughts are ripe in

mischief; Antonio never yet was thief or pirate,

I'll sacrifice the lamb that I do love, Though I confess, on base and ground enough, To spite a raven's heart within a dore. Orsino's enemy. A witchcraft drew me hither : Vio. And I, most jocund, apt, and willingly, That most ungrateful boy there by your side, si To do you rest, a thousand deaths would die. From the rude sea's enrag'd and foamy mouth Oli. Where goes Cesario ? Did I redeem ; a wreck past hope he was :


After him I love His life I gave him, and did thereto add

More than I love these eyes, more than my life, My love, without retention or restraint,

More, by all mores, than e'er I shall love wife. All his in dedication ; for his sake

If I do feign, you witnesses above, Did I expose myself, pure for his love,

Punish my life for tainting of my love !




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