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Sir To Here's an over-weening rogue! * Fab. O, peace! Contemplation' makes a rare turkey-cock of him; how he jets under his advanced plumes !
Sir And. 'Slight, I could so beat the rogue : Sir To Peace, I say.
ini merr : Mal. To be count Malvolio:
Sir To. Ah, rogue!
Mal. There is example for’t; the lady of the strachy married the yeoman of the wardrobe.
Sir And. Fie on him, Jezebel!
Fab. O, peace! now he's deeply in; look, how imagination blows him.
Mal. Ilaving been three months married to her, sitting in my state,
Sir To. O for a stone-bow, to hit him in the eye!
Mal. Calling my officers about me, in my branch'd velvet gown; having come from a daybed, where I have left Olivia sleeping: Sir To. Fire and brimstone!
, Fab. O peace, peace!
Mal. And then to have the humour of state : and after a demure travel of regard, telling them, I know my place, as I would they should do theirs, to ask for my kinsman Toby:
Sir To. Bolts and shackels! • Fab. O, peace, peace, peace! now, now.
Mal. Seven of my people, with an obedient start, make out for him: 'I frown the while; and, perchance, wind up my watch, or play with my some rich jewel: Toby approachess court'sies there to me:
Sir To. Shall this fellow live?
Fab. Though our silence be drawn from us with cars, yet peace. Mal. I extend my hand to him thus, quench.
I ing my familiar smile with an austere regard of control:
Sir To. And does not Toby take you a blow o'the lips then?
Mal.' Saying, Cousin Toby, my fortunes have ing cast me on your niece give me this prerogative of speech ;
Sir To. What, what?
Fab. Nay, patience, or we break the sinewo of our plot.
Mal. Besides, you waste the treasure of your time with a foolish knight ; Sir And.
That's me, I warrant you. Mal. One Sir Andrew : Sir And. I knew, 'twas I; for many do call
Mal. What employment have we here?
(taking up the letter.] Fab. Now is the woodcock near the gin.
Sir To. O, peace and the spirit of humours intimate reading aloud to him !
Mal. By my life, this is my lady's hand; these be her very C's, her U's, and her T's; and thus makes she her great P's. It is, in contempt of question, her hand. Sir And. Her C's, her U's and her T's. Why
Mal. [reads.] To the unknown beloved, this, and my good wishes : her very phrases ! - By your leave, wax.
Soft; and the impressure her Lucrece, with which she uses to seal: ''tis my lady: To whom should this be?
Fab. This wins him, liver and all.
let me see,
ii. Mal. [reads.] Jove knows, I love;
No man must know. No man must know. What follows ? the numbers alter'd! No man must know: if this should be thee, Malvolio?
Sir To. Marry, hang thee, brock!
But silence, like a Lucrece knife,
M, 0, A, I, doth sway my life.
Mal M, 0, A, I, doth sway my life. Nay, but first, let me see,
let me see. Fab. What a dish of poison has she dress'd him !
Sir To. And with what wing the stannyel checks at it!
Mal. I I may command where I adore. Why, she may command me; I serve her, she is my lady. Why, this is evident to any formal capa. city. There is no obstruction in this ;--- And the end; — What should that alphabetical position portend ? if I could make that resemble something
Softly; . M, 0, A, I. Sir To. O, ay! make up
that: he is now at a cold scent.
Fab. Sowter will cry upon't, for all this, though it be as rank as a fox. Mal. M, Malvolio; M,
why, that be gins my name.
Fab. Did not I say, he would work it out? the cur is excellent at; faults. Mal. M,
But then there is no consonancy in the sequel; that suffers under probation: A should fellow, but O does.
Fab. And 0 shall end, I hope.
Mal. And then I comes behind.
Fab. Ay, an you had any eye behind you, you might see more detraction at your heels, than fortunes before you. Mal. M, 0, 4, I;
This simulation is not as the former : and yet, to crush this a little, it would bow to me, for every one of these letters is in my name.
Soft; here follows prose. If this fall into thy hand, revolve. In my stars I am above thee; but be not afraid of greatness; Some are born great, some atchieve greatness, and some have greatness thrust upon them. Thy fates open their hands; let thy blood and spirit embrace them. And, to inure thyself to what thou art like to be, cast thy humble slough, and appear fresh. Be opposite with a kinsman, surly with servants : let thy tongue tang arguments of state; put thyself into the trick of singularity: She thus advises thee, that sighs for thee. Remember who commended thy yellow stockings; and wish'd to see thee ever cross-garter'd: I say, remember. Go to; thou art made, if thou desirest to be so; if not, let me sec thee a steward still, the fellow of servants, and not worthy to touch fortune's fingers. Farewel. She, that would alter services with thee,
The fortunate - unhappy. Day-light and champian discovers not more: this is open. I will be proud, I will read politick authors, I will baffle sir Toby, I will wash off gross acquaintance, I will be point-de-vice the very man. I do not now fool myself, to let ima. gination jade me; for every reason excites to this, that my lady loves me. She did commend my yellow stockings of late, she did praise my leg being cross • garter'd; and in this she manifests Vol.iit.
herself to my love, and, 'with a kind of injunc. tion, drives me to these habits of her liking. I thank my stars, I am happy. I will be
strange, stout, in yellow stockings, and cross-garter'd, even with the swiftness of putting on. - Jove, and my stars be praised !
Here is yet a postscript. Thou canst not choose but know who I am. If thou entertainest my love, let it appear smiling; thy smiles become thee well: therefore in my presence still smile, dear my sweet, I pr’yo thee. Jove, I thank thee. I will smile; I will do every thing that thou wilt have me.
[Exit.) Fab. I will not give my part of this sport for a pension of thousands to be paid from the Sophy.
Sir To. I could marry this wench for this device;
Sir And. So could I too.
Sir To. And ask no other dowry with her, but such another jest.
Sir And. Nor I neither.
Sir To. Shall I play my freedom at tray-trip, and become thy bond - slave?
Sir And. I'faith, or I either?
Sir To. Why, thou hast put him in such a dream, that, when the image of it leaves him, he must run mad.
Mar. Nay, but say true, does it work upon him ?.
Sir To. Like aqua - vitae with a midwife.