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Grace, and good disposition, attend your ladyn

ship! 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 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 shews not itself more soon Than love that would seem hid: love's night is

I am.

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Cesario, by the roses of the spring,
By maidhood, honour, truth, and every thing,
I love thee so, that maugre 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:
But, rather, reason thus with reason fetter:
Love sought is good, but given unsought is

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


That heart, which now abhors, to like his love.


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and FABIAN, Sir And. No, faith, I'll not stay a jot longer. Sir To. Thy reason, dear venom, give thy


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 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 jury-men, since before Noah was a sailor.

Fab. She did sbew 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



should then have accosted her; and with some excellent jests, firenew from the mint, you should have hang'il the youth into dumbness. This was look'd for at your hand, and this was baulk'd : the double gilt of this opportunity you let time wash off, and you are now sail'd 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

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laudable attempt, either of valour, or policy.

Sir. And. And't be any way, it must be with valour; for policy I hate : I bad as lief be a Brown. ist, 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 ele. yen 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 cominendation 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 thousand strong, or so.

Fab. We shall have a rare 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. I think, oxen and wainropes cannot hale them together. For Andrew, if he were open'd, 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 im his visage no great piesage 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 turn'd leathen, a very renegado; for there is no christian, that means to be saved by believing rightly, can ever believe such impos. sible passages of grossness. He's in yellow stocka

. ings.

Sir To. And cross-garter'd ? ?

Mar. Most villainously;, like a pedant that keeps a school i'the church. – I have dogg'd him, like his murtherer: Ile does obey every point of the letter that I dropp'd' to betray him. He does smile his face into more lines, than is inythe 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.



A Street,

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.
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 befal your travel,
Being skillels in these parts; which to a stranger,
Unguided, and unfriended, often prove 11
Rough and unhospitable; My willing love,
The rather by these arguments of fear,
Set forth in your pursuit.

Seb. My kind Antonio, I can no other answer make, but, thanks, And thanks, and ever thanks : Oft good turns Are shuffled off with such uncurrent pay : But, were my worth, as is my couscience, firm, You should find better dealing. What's to do? Shall we go see the relicks of this town? Ant. To- morrow, sir; best, first, go see your

lodging Seb. I am not weary, and 'tis long to night; I pray you,

let us' satisfy our eyes With the meinorials, and the things of fame, That do renown this city.

Ant. 'Would, you'd pardon me; I do not without danger walk these streets : Qnce, 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 an.

swer'd. Seb. Belike, you slew great number of his

dnt. The offence is not of such a bloody

Albeit the quality of the time, and quarrel,
Might well have given us bloody argument:
It might have since been answer'd in repaying

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