ber's alter'd---- no man must know--if this fhould be thee, Malvolio?

Sir To. Marry hang thee, Brock!

Mal. I may command where I adore, but filence like a Lucrece knife,

With bloodless stroke my heart doth gore, M. O. A. I. doth fway my life.

Fab. A fuftian riddle.

Sir To. Excellent wench, fay I.

Mal. M. 0. A. I. doth fway my life---- nay, but first let me fee---- let me fee----

Fab. What a dish of poison has the drefs'd him?

Why fhe may com

Sir To. And with what wing the ftallion checks at it? Mal. I may command where I adore. mand me: I serve her, he is my lady. Why this is evident to any formal capacity. There is no obftruction in thisand the end--what should that alphabetical pofition portend? if I could make that refemble fomething in me? foftly-----M. O. 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, tho' it be as rank as a fox.

Mal. M.---- Malvolio-- M.---- why that begins my name. Fab. Did not I fay he would work it out? the cur is excellent at faults.

Mal. M. But then there is no confonancy in the fequel; that fuffers under probation: A fhould follow, but ◊ does. Fab. And O fhall end, I hope.

Sir To. Ay, or I'll cudgel him, and make him cry O.
Mal. And then I comes behind.

Fab. Ay, and you had any eye behind you, you might fee more detraction at your heels than fortunes before you.

Mal. M. 0. A. I. this fimulation is not as the former----

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and yet to crun this a little, it would, bow to me, for every one of these letters is in my name. Soft,, here follows profe............ If this fall into thy hand, revolve. In my fears I am above thee, but be not afraid of greatness; fome are born great, fome atchieve greatness, and some have greatness thruft upon thems Thy fiates open their hands, let thy blood and fpirit embrace them; and to inure thy felf to what thou art like to be, caft thy humble flough, and appear fresh. Be oppofite with a kinfman, furly with fervants: let thy tongue tang arguments of state; put thy felf into the trick of fingularity. She thus advifes thee, that fighs for thee. Remember who commended thy yellow stockings, and wife'd to see thee ever cross-garter'd. Is fay remember'; go to, thou art made, if thou defireft to be for: if not, lets me see thee a steward-fill, the fellow of fervants, and not worthy to touch fortune's fingers. Farewel. She that would alter fervices with thee. The fortunate and happy day-light and champian discovers no more: this1 is open. I will be proud, I will read politick authors, I will baffle: Sir Toby, I will wash off grofs acquaintance; I will be point devife, the very man I do now fool my felf, to let imagination jade me; for every reason excites to this, that my lady loves me. She did commend my yellow ftockings of late, fhe did praife my leg, being crofs-garter'd, and in this the manifefts, her felf to my love, and with a kind of injunction drives me to thefe habits of ther liking. I thank my stars, It am happy I will be: ftrange, ftout, in yellow ftockings, and cross-garterid, even with the swiftness of putting on. Jove, and my stars be praised. Here is yet a poftfcript: Thou canst not chuse but know who I am; if thou entertaineft my love, let it appear in thy fmiling, thy Smiles become thee well: Therefore in my prefence fill smile, dear my sweet, I prythee. Fővé, I' thank thee; I will smile, I will do every thing that thou wilt have me.

[Exit.

Fab.

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 fuch another jest.

SCENE IX.

Enter Maria.

Sir And. Nor I neither.

Fab. Here comes my noble gull-catcher.
Sir To. Wilt thou set thy foot o' my neck?

Sir And. Or o' mine either?

Sir To. Shall I play my freedom at tray-trip, and become thy bond-flave?

Sir And. I'faith, or I either?

Sir To. Why thou haft put him in fuch 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 vite with a midwife.

Mar. If you will then fee the fruits of the fport, mark his first approach before my lady: he will come to her in yellow stockings, and 'tis a colour the abhors; and cross-garter'd, a fashion she detefts; and he will fmile upon her, which will now be fo unsuitable to her difpofition, being addicted to melancholy, as the is, that it cannot but turn him into a notable contempt: if you will fee it, follow me.

Sir To. To the gates of Tartar; thou moft excellent devil of wit.

Sir And, I'll make one too.

[Exeunt.

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ACT III. SCENE I.

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Olivia's Garden.

Enter Viola, and Clown.

VIOLA.

AVE thee, friend, and thy mufick: doft thou live by the tabor?

Clo. No, Sir, I live by the church.

Vio. Art thou a churchman ?

Clo. No fuch matter, Sir, I do live by the church: for I do live at my house, and my

house doth stand by the church.

Vio. So thou may'ft fay the King lyes by a beggar, if a beggar dwell near him: or the church ftands by thy tabor, if thy tabor stand by the church.

Clo. You have faid, Sir: to fee this age! a sentence is but a chev'ril glove to a good wit; how quickly the wrong fide may be turned outward.

Vio. Nay, that's certain; they that dally nicely with words may quickly make them wanton.

Clo. I would therefore my fifter had no name, Sir.

Vio. Why, man ?

Clo. Why, Sir, her name's a word, and to dally with that word, might make my fifter wanton; but indeed, words are very rascals, fince bonds difgrac'd them.

Vin. Thy reafon, man?

Clo. Troth, Sir, I can yield you none without words, and words are grown fo falfe, I am loath to prove reafon with them.

VOL. II.

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Vio.

V1o. I warrant thou art a merry fellow, and carest for nothing.

Clo. Not fo, Sir, I do care for fomething; 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.

Vio. 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 fhe be married; and fools are as like husbands, as pilchers are to herrings, the husband's the bigger: I am indeed not her fool, but her corrupter of words. Vio. I faw thee late at the Duke Orfino's. Clo. Foolery, Sir, shines every where.

does walk about the orb like the fun, it

I would be forry, Sir, but the fool fhould be as oft with your mafter, as with my mistress: I think I faw 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, fend thee a beard.

Vw. By my troth, I'll tell thee, I am almost fick 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 Creffida to this Troylus.

V10. I understand you, Sir, 'tis well begg'd.

Clo. The matter I hope is not great, Sir; begging but a beggar: Creffida was a beggar. My lady is within, Sir. I will confter to them whence you come; who you are, and what you would is out of my welkin, I might fay element, but the word is over-worn.

Vio. This fellow is wife enough to play the fool,

[Exit.

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