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position, is to take those things for bird-bolts, * that you deem cannon-bullets : There is no slander in an allowed fool, though he do nothing but rail; nor no railing in a known discreet man, though he do nothing but reprove.
Clo. Now Mercury endue thee with leasing, t for thou speak. est well of fools !
Re-enter MARIA. Mar. Madam, there is at the gate a young gentleman, much desires to speak with you.
Oli. From the count Orsino, is it?
Mar. I know not, madam; 'tis a fair young man, and well attended.
Oli. Who of my people hold him in delay ?
Oli. Fetch him off, I pray you; he speaks pothing but madman: Fye on him! Exit MARIA.] Go you, Malvolio; if it be a suit from the
count, I am sick, or not at home; what you will, to dismiss it. [Exit MALVOLIO.] Now you see, Sir, how your fooling grows old, and people dislike it.
Clo. Thou hast spoke for us, madonna, as if thy eldest son should be a fool: whose skull Jove cram with brains, for here he comes, one of thy kin, has a most weak pia mater. I
Enter SIR TOBY BELCH. Oli. By mine honour, half drunk.-What is he at the gate, cousin ?
Sir To. A gentleman.
. A gentleman! What gentleman? Sir To. "Tis a gentleman here- A plague oʻthese pickle herrings !-How now, sot? člo. Good Sir Toby,
Oli. Cousin, cousin, how have you come so early by this lethargy?
Sir To. Lechery! I defy lechery: There's one at the gate.
Sir To. Let him be the devil, an he will, I care not; give me faith, say I. Well, it's all one.
[Exit. oli. What's a drunken man like, fool?
Clo. Like a drown'd man, a fool, and a madman; one draught above heat makes him a fool; the second mads him; and a third drowns him.
Oli. Go thou and seek the coroner, and let him sit o' my coz; for he's in the third degree of drink, he's drown'd: go look after him.
Clo. He is but mad yet, madonna; and the fool shall look to the madman.
[Exit Clown. Re-enter MALVOLIO. Mal. Madam, yon young fellow swears he will speak with you. I told him you were sick; he takes on him to understand so much, and therefore comes to speak with you: I told him you were asleep; he seems to have a fore-knowledge of that too, and therefore comes to speak with you. What is to be said to him, lady? he's fortified against any denial.
+ Lying. # The cover of the brain.
* Short arrows.
Öli. Tell him he shall not speak with me.
Mal. He has been told so; and he says, he'll stand at your door like a sheriff's post, and be the supporter of a bench, but he'll speak with you.
Oli. What kind of man is he?
Mal. Of very ill manner; he'll speak with you, will you or no.
Oli. Of what personage and years is he?
Mal. Not yet old enough for a man, nor young enough for a boy; as a squash is before 'tis a pease-cod, or a codling when 'tis almost an apple: 'tis with him e'en standing water, between boy and man. He is very well-favoured, and he speaks very shrewishly; one would think, his mother's milk were scarce out of bim. Oli. Let him approach: call in my gentlewoman. Mal. Gentlewoman, my lady calls.
Vio. Most radiant, exquisite, and unmatchable beauty, I pray you, tell me if this be the lady of the house, for I never saw her: I would be loath to cast away my speech; for, besides that it is excellently well penned, I have taken great pains to con it. Good beauties, let me sustain no scorn; I am very comptible,* even to the least sinister usage.
oli. Whence came you, Sir ?
Vio. I can say little more than I have studied, and that question's out of my part. Good, gentle one, give me modest assurance, if you be the lady of the house, that I may proceed in my speech. Oli. Are you a comedian ?
Vio. No, my profound heart: and yet, by the very fangs of malice, I swear, I am not that I play. Are you the lady of the house
Oli. If I do not usurp myself, I am. Vio. Most certain, if you are she, you do usurp yourself; for what is yours to bestow is not yours to reserve. But this is from my commission: I will on with my speech in your praise, and then show you the heart of my message. Oli. Come to what is important in't; I forgive you the praise. Dio. Alas, I took great pains to study it, and 'tis poetical. Oli. It is the more likely to be feigned; I pray you keep it in.
I heard you were saucy at my gates; and allowed your approach rather to wonder at you than to hear you, If you be not mad, be gone; if you have reason, be brief: 'tis not that time of moon with me, to make one in so skipping a dialogue.
Mar. Will you hoist sail, Sir ? here lies your way.
Vio. No, good swabber; I am to hull here a little longer.Some mollification for your giant,* sweet lady,
Oli. Tell me your mind.
Oli. Sure, you have some hideous matter to deliver, when the courtesy of it is so fearful. Speak your office.
Vio. It alone concerns your ear. I bring no overture of war, no taxation of homage; I hold the olive in my hand : my words are as full of peace as matter.
Oli. Yet you began rudely. What are you? what would you?
Vio. The rudeness, that hath appeared in me, have I learned from my entertainment. What I am, and what I would, are as secret as maidenhead; to your ears, divinity; to any other's, profanation.
Oli. Give us the place alone: we will hear this divinity.
Vio. In Orsino's bosom.
Oli. Have you any commission from your lord to negotiate with my face? you are now out of your text: but we will draw the curtain, and show you the picture. Look you, Sir, such a one
I was this present :f Is't not well done ? [Unveiling.
Vio. 'Tis beauty truly blent, I whose red and white
Oli. O, Sir, I will not be so hard-hearted; I will give out divers schedules of my beauty : It shall be inventoried; and every particle, and utensil, labelled to my will: as, item, two lips, indifferent red; item, two grey eyes, with lids to them; item, one neck, one chin, and so forth. Were you sent hither to 'praise mo ?
Vio. I see you what you are: you are too proud; But, if you were the devil, you are fair.
* It appears from several parts of this play, that the original actress of Maria was very short.
+ Presents, 1 Blended, mixed together.
My lord and master loves you: 0, such love
Oli. How does he love me?
Oli. Your lord does know my mind, I cannot love him:
Vio. If I did love you in my master's flame,
not understand it.
Vio. Make me a willow cabin at your gate,
oli. You might do much: What is your parentage ?
Oli. Get you to your lord:
Vio. I am no fee'd post,ş lady; keep your purse;
, lacks recompense.
[Erit. Oli. What is your parentage ? Above my fortunes, yet my state is well :
I am a gentleman.-I'll be sworn thou art;
* Well spoken of by the world.
+ Cantos, verses. Proclamation of gentility
Oli, Run after that same peevish messenger,
Mal. Madam, I will.
Oli. I do I know not what; and fear to find
SCENE I.--The Sea-coast. :
Enter ANTONIO and SEBASTIAN. Ant. Will you stay no longer ? nor will you not that I go with you?
Seb. By your patience, no: my stars shine darkly over me; the malignancy of my fate might, perhaps, distemper yours; therefore, I shall crave of you your leave, that I may bear my evils alone: It were bad recompense for your love to lay any of them on you.
Ant. Let me yet know of you, whither you are bound.
Seb. No, 'sooth, Sir; my determinate voyage is mere extravagancy. But I perceive in you so excellent a touch of modesty, that you will not extort from me what I am willing to keep in; therefore, it charges me in manners the rather to expressf myself. You must
know of me, then, Antonio, my name is Sebastian, which I called Rodorigo; my father was that Sebastian of Messaline, whom, I know, you have heard of: he left behind him myself and a sister, both born in an hour. If the heavens had been pleased, 'would we had so ended ! but you, Sir, altered that; for, some hour before you took me from the beach of the sea, was my sister drowned.
Ant. Alas, the day!
Seb. A lady, Sir, though it was said she much resembled me, was yet of many accounted beautiful: but, though I could not, with such estimable wonder, overfar believe that, yet thus far I will boldly publish her,-she bore a mind that envy could not but call fair: she is drowned already, Sir, with salt water, though I seem to drown her remembrance again with more.
Ant. Pardon me, Sir, your bad entertainment.
+ Own, possess.