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stands by thy tabor, if thy tabor stand by the church.

Clo. You have said, sir.-To see this age!-A sentence is but a cheveril glove' to a good wit; How quickly the wrong side may be turned out-5 ward!

Vio. Nay, that's certain; they that dally nicely with words, may quickly make them wanton. Clo. I would therefore, my sister had had no name, sir.

Vio. Why, man?

Clo. Why, sir, her name's a word; and to dally with that word, might make my sister wanton: But, indeed, words are very rascals, since bonds disgrac'd them.

Vio. Thy reason, man ?

Clo. Troth, sir, I can yield you none without words; and words are grown so false, I am loth to prove reason with them.

Vio. I warrant, thou art a merry fellow, and carest for nothing.

Clo. Not so, sir. I do care for something but in my conscience, sir, I do not care for you if that be to care for nothing, sir, I would it would make you invisible.

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That comes before his eye. This is a practice,
As full of labour as a wise man's art:
For folly, that he wisely shews, is fit:
But wise men's folly fall'n, quite taints their wit'.
Enter Sir Toby and Sir Andrew.

Sir And. Save you, gentleman.
Vio. And you, sir.

Sir To. Dieu vous garde, monsieur.
Vio. Et vous aussi; votre serviteur.

Sir To. I hope, sir, you are; and I am yours.Will you encounter the house? My niece is desirous you should enter, if your trade be to her.

Vio. I am bound to your niece, sir; I mean, she is the list of my voyage.

Sir To. Taste your legs, sir, put them to motion.
Vio. My legs do better understand me, sir, than
I understand what you mean by bidding me taste
my legs.

2010. I will answer you with gait and entrance:
Sir To. I mean to go, sir, to enter.
But we are prevented.

Enter Olivia and Maria.

Most excellent accomplish'd lady, the heavens rain 25 odours on you!

Pio. Art not thou the lady Olivia's fool? Clo. No, indeed, sir; the lady Olivia has no folly she will keep no fool, sir, 'till she be married; and fools are as like husbands, as pilchards are to herrings, the husband's the bigger: I am, 30 indeed, not her fool, but her corrupter of words. Fio. I saw thee late at the count Orsino's. Clo. Foolery, sir, does walk about the orb, like the sun; it shines every where. I would be sorry sir, but the fool should be as oft with your master, 35 as with my mistress: I think, I saw your wisdom there.

Vio. Nay, an thou pass upon me, I'll no more with thee. Hold, there's expences for thee. Clo. Now Jove, in his next commodity of hair, 40

send thee a beard!

Vio. By my troth, I'll tell thee; I am almost sick for one; though I would not have it grow on my chin. Is thy lady within?

Clo. Would not a pair of these have bred, sir? Vio. Yes, being kept together, and put to use. Clo. I would play lord Pandarus of Phrygia, sir, to bring a Cressida to this Troilus.

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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.

Vio. I understand you, sir; 'tis well begg'd. Clo. The matter, I hope, is not great, sir, beg-501 ging but a beggar; Cressida was a beggar. My lady is within, sir. I will conster to them whence you come; who you are, and what you would, is out of my welkin: I might say, element; but the word is over-worn.

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Vio. This fellow is wise enough to play the fool;
And to do that well, craves a kind of wit:
He must observe their mode on whom he jests,
The quality of the persons, and the time;
And, like the haggard', check at every feather

Sir And. Odours, pregnant, and vouchsafed:--I'll get 'em all three 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 called 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 Icome to whet your gentle thoughts
On his behalf:-

Oli. O, by your leave, I pray you;
bade you never speak again of him:
But, would you undertake another suit,
I had rather hear you to solicit that,
Than musick from the spheres.
Vto. Dear lady,-

Oli. Give me leave, I beseech you: I did send,
After the last enchantment, (you did hear)
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,
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That is, a glove made of kid leather; from chevreau.

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i. e. "But wise men's folly, when it is once fallen into extravagance, overpowers their discretion." i. e. the bound, the limit of my voyage. 5 i. e. ready.

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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
That tyrannous heart can think? To one of your
receiving'

Enough is shewn; a cyprus2, 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 grice'; 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!
If one should be a prey, how much the better
To fall before the lion than the wolf?

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 5 bestowed upon me; I saw't i' the orchard.

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Sir To. Did she see thee the while, old boy; tell
Ime that?

Sir And. As plain as I see you now.

Fub. This was a great argument of love in her towards 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, 15 since before Noah was a sailor.

[Clock strikes.
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, 20
Your wife is like to reap a proper man:
There lies your way, due west.

Vio. Then westward-hoe:

Grace, and good disposition, attend 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.

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

SCENE II.

An Apartment in Olivia's House.

[Exeunt

Enter Sir Toby, Sir Andrew and Fabian.

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

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Fab. She did shew favour to the youth in your sight, only to exasperate you, to awaken 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, firenew from the mint, you should have bang'd 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 25 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 some laudable attempt, either of valour, or policy.

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Sir And. An '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; 35 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.

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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
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it shall not be amiss; and as many lies as will lie
in thy sheet of paper, although the slet were
big enough for the bed of Ware in England, set
Fem down, go about it. Let there be gall enough
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no matter: About it.

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Sir And. Where shall I find you?
Sir To. We'll call 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 't?

Sir To. Never trust me then; and by all means
Istir on the youth to an answer. I think, oxen and

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Fab. And his opposite, the youth, bears in his visage no great presage of cruelty. Enter Maria.

Sir Tu. 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 sav'd by believing rightly, can ever believe such impossible passages of grossness. He's in yellow stockings.

Sir To. And cross-garter'd?

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Ant. It doth not fit me. Hold, sir, here's my In the south suburbs, at the Elephant,

Is best to lodge: I will bespeak our diet, 15 Whiles you beguile your time, and feed your knowledge, (me. With viewing of the town; there shall you have Seb. Why I your purse?

Mar. Most 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 dropp'd to betray him. He does smile hi-20 face into more lines, than is 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. 25 Sir To. Come, bring us, bring us where he is.

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Seb. My kind Antonio,

I can no other answer make, but thanks,
And thanks, and ever: Oft good turns
Are shuffled off with such uncurrent pay:
But, were my worth, as is my conscience, firm,
You should find better dealing. What's to do?
Shall we go see the reliques 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 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 sea-fight, 'gainst the duke his gallies,
I did some service; of such note indeed,
That were I ta'en here, it would scarce be answer'd.

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Ant. Haply, your eye shall light upon some toy You have desire to purchase; and your store, think, is not for idle markets, sir.

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

Ant. To the Elephant.-
Scb. I do remember.

SCENE IV.

Olivia's House.

Enter Olivia and Maria.

[Exeunt.

Oli. I have sent after him: He says he'll come; How shall I feast him? what bestow on him? For youth is bought more oft, than begg'd or I speak too loud.[borrow'd. Where is Malvolio?-he is sad and civil, 35 And suits well for a servant with my fortunes ;Where is Malvolio? [manner. 31ar. He's coming, madam; but in very strange He is, sure, possest, madam.

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Oli. Why, what's the matter? does he rave? Mar. No, madam.

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He does nothing but smile: your ladyship were To have some guard about you, if he come,

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For, sure, the man is tainted in his wits.

Oli. Go call him hither.--l'am as mad as he,
Enter Malvolio.

If sad and merry madness equal be.—
How now, Malvolio?

Mal. Sweet lady, ho, ho. [Smiles fantastically.
Oli. Smil'st thou?

sent for thee upon a sad occasion.

Mal. Sad, lady? I could be sad: This does make some obstruction in the blood, this crossgartering: But what of that? if it please the exe of one, it is with me as the very true sonnet is; 55 Please one, and please all.

Oli. Why, how dost thou, man? what is the matter with thee?

Mal. Not black in my mind, though yellow in my legs: It did come to hands, and commands 50shall be executed. I think, we do know the sweet Roman hand.

Warburton cominents on this passage thus: "The women's parts were then acted by boys, sometimes so low in stature, that there was occasion to obviate the impropriety by such kind of oblique apologies." The wren lays generally nine or ten eggs, the last laid of which produces the least bird.

Oli.

Oli. Wilt thou go to bed, Malvolio? Mal. To bed? ay, sweetheart; and I'll come to thee.

Oli. God comfort thee! Why dost thou smile so, and kiss thy hand so oft?

Mar. How do you, Malvolio?

Mal. At your request? Yes; Nightingales an swer daws.

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

Mal. "Be not afraid of greatness :"-Twas well writ.

Oli. What meanest thou by that, Malvolio?
Mal. "Some are born great,”-

Oli. Ha?

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Ser. Madam, the young gentleman of the count Orsino's is returned; I could hardly entreat him back: he attends your ladyship's pleasure.

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Oli. I'll come to him. Good Maria, let this 35 fellow be look'd to. Where's my cousin Toby? Let some of my people have a special care of him I would not have him miscarry for the half of my dowry. [Exit.

Mal. Oh, oh! do you come near me now? no 40 worse man than Sir Toby to look to me? This concurs directly with the letter: she sends him on purpose, that I may appear stubborn to him; for she incites me to that in the letter. "Cast thy "humble slough," says she;-" be opposite with a 45 "kinsman,-surly with servants,-let thy tongue "tang with arguments of state,put thyself into "the trick of singularity;"—and, consequently, sets down the manner how; as, a sad face, a reverend carriage, a slow tongue, in the habit of 50 some Sir of note, and so forth. I have lim'd' her; but it is Jove's doing, and Jove make me thankful! And, when she went away now, Let this fellow be look'd to: Fellow! Not Malvolio, nor after my degree, but fellow. Why, every thing adheres to- 55 gether; that no dram of a scruple, no scruple of a scruple, no obstacle, no incredulous or unsafe circumstance,-What can be said? Nothing, that can be, can come between me and the full prospect of

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Re-enter Maria, with Sir Toby and Fabian. Sir To. Which way is he, in the name of sanctity? If all the devils in hell be drawn in little, and Legion himself possest him, yet I will speak to him. Fab. Here he is, here he is: How is't with you, sir? how is't with you, man?

Mal. Go off; I discard you; let me enjoy my private: go off.

Mar. Lo, how hollow the fiend speaks within him! did not I tell you?-Sir Toby, my lady prays you to have a care of him.

Mal. Ah, ah! does she so?

Sir To. Go to, go to; peace, peace, we must deal gently with him; let me alone. How do you, Malvolio? how is't with you? What, man! defy the devil: consider, he's an enemy to man. kind.

Mal. Do you know what you say?

Mar. La you! an you speak ill of the devil, how he takes it at heart! Pray God, he be not bewitch'd!

Fab. Carry his water to the wise woman. Mar. Marry, and it shall be done to-morrow morning, if I live. My lady would not lose him for more than I'll say.

Mal. How now, mistress?

Mar. O lord!

SirTo. Pr'ythee, hold thy peace, this is not the way: Do you not see, you move him? let me alone with him.

Fab. No way but gentleness; gently, gently: the fiend is rough, and will not be roughly us'd. Sir To. Why, how now, my bawcock? how dlost thou, chuck?

Mal. Sir?

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Sir To. Ay, biddy, come with me. What, man! 'tis not for gravity to play at cherry-pit * with Satan: Hang hin, foul collier'!

Mar. Get him to say his prayers: good sir Toby, get him to pray.

Mal. My prayers, minx?

Mar. No, I warrant you, he will not hear of godliness.

Mal. Go, hang yourselves all! you are idle shallow things: I am not of your element; you shall know more hereafter. [Exit.

Sir To. Is't possible?

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Mar. Nay, pursue him now; lest the device take air, and taint.

Fab. Why, we shall make him mad indeed.
Mar. The house will be the quieter.

Sir To. Come, we'll have him in a dark room,

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Sir To. "Thou com'st to the lady Olivia, and] "in my sight she uses thee kindly: but thouliest "in thy throat, that is not the matter I challenge "thee for."

Fab. Very brief, and exceeding good sense-less. Sir To. I will way-lay thee going home: "where if it be thy chance to kill me,”

Fab. Good.

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Fab. Still you keep o'the windy side of the law: Good.

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Sir To. "Fare thee well; and God have mercy upon one of our souls! He may have mercy 35 upon mine; but my hope is better, and so look "to thyself. Thy friend, as thou usest him, and thy sworn enemy, ANDREW AGUE-CHEEK."Sir To. If this letter move him not, his legs cannot: I'll give't him.

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Mar. You may have very fit occasion for't; he is now in some commerce with my lady, and will by and by depart.

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Vio. With the same 'haviour that your passion
Goes on my master's grief.
[ture;

Oli. Here, wear this jewel for me, 'tis my pic
Refuse it not, it hath no tongue to vex you:
And, I beseech you, come again to-morrow.
What shall you ask of me, that I'll deny;
That honour, sav'd, may upon asking give?
Vio. Nothing but this, your true love for my

master.

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Oli. How with mine honour may I give him
Which I have given to you?
Fio. I will acquit you.

Oli. Well, come again to-morrow: Fare thee
well;

A fiend, like thee,might bear my soul to hell.[Exit.
Re-enter Sir Toby, and Fabian.
Sir To. Gentleman. God save thee.
Vio. And you, sir.

Sir To. That defence thou hast, betake thee to't:
of what nature the wrongs are thou hast done him,
I know not; but thy intercepter, full of despight,
bloody as the hunter, attends thee at the orchard
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ration, forthy assailant is quick, skilful, and deadly.
Vio. You mistake, sir; I am sure, no man hath
any quarrel to me; my remembrance is very
free and clear from any image of offence done to
any man.

Sir To. Go, sir Andrew; scout me for him at the corner of the orchard, like a bum-bailiff: so 45 soon as ever thou see'st him, draw; and, as thou draw'st, swear horribly for it comes to pass oit, that a terrible oath, with a swaggering accent sharply twang'd off, gives manhood more approBation than ever proof itself would have earn'd 50 him. Away.

Sir And. Nay, let me alone for swearing. [Exit. Sir To. Now will not I deliver his letter: for the behaviour of the young gentleman gives him out to be of good capacity and breeding; his 55 employment between his lord and my niece confirms no less; therefore this letter, being so excellently ignorant, will breed no terrorin the youth,he will find it comes from a clodpole. But, sir, I will

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Fio I pray you, sir, what is he?

Sir To. He is knight, dubb'd with unhack'd rapier, and on carpet consideration2; but he is a devil in private brawl: souls and bodies hath he divore'd' three; and his incensement at this moment is so implacable, that satisfaction can be none but by pangs of death and sepulchre; hob, nob, is his word; give't or take't.

Vio. I will return again into the house, and de

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