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Fab. This is a dear manikin to you, Sir Toby. Sir To. I have been dear to him, lad; fome two thousand strong or fo.

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

Sir To. Never truft me then; and by all means ftir 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 in his vifage no great prefage of cruelty.

Enter Maria.

Sir To. 7 Look, where the youngest wren of nine


Mar. If you defire the spleen, and will laugh yourfelves into stitches, follow me: yon gull Malvolio is turned heathen, a very renegado; for there is no Christian, that means to be fav'd by believing rightly, can ever believe fuch impoffible paffages of groffnefs. He's in yellow stockings.

Sir To. And cross-garter'd?

Mar. Moft villainously; like a pedant that keeps a school i'the church.-I have dogg'd him, like his murtherer. He does obey every point of the letter, that I dropt to betray him. He does fmile his face into more lines than is in the new map, with the augmentation of the Indies: you have not feen fuch

Look, where the youngest wren of nine comes.] The womens parts were then acted by boys, fometimes fo low in ftature, that there was occafion to obviate the impropriety by fuch kind of oblique apologies. WARBURTON.

The wren generally lays nine or ten eggs at a time, and the laft hatch'd of all birds are ufually the smallest and weakest of the whole brood. STEEVENS.

a thing

a thing as 'tis; I can hardly forbear hurling things at him. I know, my lady will ftrike him; if fhe do, he'll smile, and take't for a great favour.

Sir To. Come, bring us, bring us where he is.

Changes to the street.

Enter Sebaftian and Anthonio.


Sab. I would not, by my will, have troubled you But, fince you make your pleasure of your pains, I will no further chide you.

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Ant. I could not stay behind you; my defire,
(More fharp than filed fteel,) did fpur me forth
And not all love to see you, (tho' so much,
As might have drawn one to a longer voyage)
But jealoufy what might befal your travel,
Being skillefs in thefe parts; which to a stranger,
Unguided, and unfriended, often prove
Rough and unhofpitable. My willing love,
The rather by thefe arguments of fear,
Set forth in your pursuit.

Seb. My kind Antonio,

I can no other answer make, but, thanks,

In former editions,

I can no other anfer make but thanks,
And thanks and ever-oft good turns
Are fhuffled off with fuch uncurrent pay;


The fecond line is too fhort by a whole foot. Then, who ever heard of this goodly double adverb, ever-oft, which feems to have as much propriety as, always-fometimes ? As I have restored the paffage, it is very much in our author's manner and mode of expreffion. So in Cymbeline;

-Since when I have been debtor to you for courtefies, which I will be ever to pay, and yet pay still.




Oft good turns

And thanks, and ever.

Are fhuffled off with fuch uncurrent pay :
But, were my worth, as is my confcience, firm,
You should find better dealing. What's to do?
Shall we go fee the reliques of this town?

Ant. To-morrow, fir; beft, firft, go fee your lodging.

Seb. I am not weary, and 'tis long to night;
I pray you, let us fatisfy our eyes

With the memorials, and the things of fame,
That do renown this city.

Ant. 'Would, you'd pardon me :

I do not without danger walk these streets.
Once, in a fea-fight, 'gainst the Duke his gallies,
I did fome fervice; of fuch note, indeed,

That were I ta'en here, it would scarce be answer'd.
Seb. Belike, you flew great number of his people.
Ant. The offence is not of fuch a bloody nature;
Albeit the quality of the time, and quarrel,
Might well have given us bloody argument.
It might have fince been anfwer'd in repaying
What we took from them; which, for traffick's fake,
Most of our city did. Only myself stood out;
For which, if I be lapsed in this place,

I fhall pay dear.

Seb. Do not then walk too open.

Ant. It doth not fit me. Hold, fir, here's my purfe:

And in All's Well that Ends Well:

And let me buy your friendly help thus far,
Which I will over-pay, and pay again
When I have found it. THEOBALD.

My reading, which is

And thanks and ever. Oft good turns

is fuch as is found in the old copy, only altering the punctuation, which every editor must have done in his turn. Theobald has completed the line, as follows:

"And thanks and ever thanks and oft good turns."


In the fouth fuburbs, at the Elephant

Is beft to lodge: I will befpeak our diet,

Whiles you beguile your time, and feed your knowledge,

With viewing of the town; there shall you have me. Seb. Why I your purse?

Ant. Haply, your eye fhall light upon fome toy You have defire to purchase; and your store,

I think, is not for idle markets, fir.

Seb. I'll be your purse-bearer, and leave you An hour.

Ant. To the Elephant.

Seb. I do remember.




Olivia's boufe.

Enter Olivia, and Maria.

Oli. I have fent after him:

He fays he'll come;

than begg'd, or bor

How fhall I feaft him? what beftow on him?

For youth is bought more oft,


I speak too loud.——

Where is Malvolio? he is fad and civil,

And fuits well for a fervant with my fortunes.

In former editions,

I have fent after him; he fays he'll come ;

From whom could my lady have any fuch intelligence? Her fervant, employed upon this errand, was not yet return'd; and, when he does return, he brings word, that the youth would hardly be intreated back. I am perfuaded, the was intended rather to be in fufpenfe, and deliberating with herfelf: putting the fuppofition that he would come; and afking herself, in that cafe, how the fhould entertain him. THEOBALD.

he Jays he'll come ;] i. e. I fuppofe now, or admit now, le fays he'll come; which Mr. Theobald, not understanding, alters unneceffarily to, fay he will come; in which the Oxford editor has followed him. WARBURTON.

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Where is Malvolio?

Mar. He's coming, madam; but in very strange


He is fure poffeft, madam.

Oli. Why, what's the matter? does he rave?

Mar. No, madam, he does nothing but fmile; your ladyship were beft to have some guard about you, if he come; for, fure, the man is tainted in his wits. Oli. Go call him hither. I'm as mad as he.

Enter Malvolio.

If fad and merry madness equal be.

How now, Malvolio?

Mal. Sweet lady, ha, ha.

Oli. Smil'ft thou?

I fent for thee upon a fad occafion.

[Smiles fantastically.

Mal. Sad, lady? I could be fad: This does make fome obftruction in the blood, this cross-gartering; but what of it? if it please the eye of one, it is with me as the very true fonnet is: Pleafe one, and please all. Oli. Why? how dost thou, man? what is the matter with thee?

Mal. Not black in my mind, tho' yellow in my legs: It did come to his hands, and commands fhall be executed. I think, we do know that sweet Roman hand.

Oli. Wilt thou go to bed, Malvolio?

Mal. To bed? ay, fweet heart; and I'll come to thee.

Oli. God comfort thee! Why doft thou fmile fo, and kifs thy hand fo oft?

Mar. How do you, Malvolio?

Mal. At your request?

Yes; Nightingales answer daws.

Mar. Why appear you with this ridiculous boldnefs before my lady?

Mal. Be not afraid of greatness;-'twas well writ.

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