of nature. MAR. He hath, indeed, almoft natural: for, befides that he's a fool, he's a great quarreller; and, but that he hath the gift of a coward to allay the gust he hath in quarrelling, 'tis thought among the prudent, he would quickly have the gift of a grave. Sir T. By this hand, they are fcoundrels, and subftractors, that say so of him. Who are they? MAR. They that add moreover, he's drunk nightly in your company. Sir T. With drinking healths to my niece; I'll drink to her, as long as there is a paffage in my throat, and drink in Illyria: he's a coward, and a coystril, that will not drink to my niece, 'till his brains turn o'the toe like a parish top. What, wench? Caftiliano volto; for here comes fir Andrew Ague-face. Enter Sir ANDREW. Sir A. Sir Toby Belch! how now, fir Toby Belch? Sir A. Blefs you, fair fhrew. MAR. And you too, fir. Sir T. Accoft, fir Andrew, accoft. Sir A. What's that? Sir T. My niece's chamber-maid. [ance. Sir A. Good mistress Accoft, I desire better acquaintMAR. My name is Mary, fir. Sir A. Good mistress Mary Accost, Sir T. You mistake, knight: accost, is, front her, board her, woo her, affail her. Sir A. By my troth, I would not undertake her in this company. Is that the meaning of accost? MAR. Fare you well, gentlemen. 15 vulgo Sir T. An thou let part so, fir Andrew, 'would thou might's never draw fword again. Sir A. An you part fo, mistress, I would I might never draw fword again; Fair lady, do you think you have fools in hand? MAR. Sir, I have not you by the hand. Sir A. Marry, but you shall have; and here's my hand. MAR. Now, fir, thought is free: I pray you, bring your hand to the buttery bar, and let it drink. [phor? Sir A. Wherefore, fweet heart? what's your metaMAR. It's dry, fir. Sir A. Why, I think fo; I am not fuch an ass, but I can keep my hand dry. But what's your jest? MAR. A dry jeft, fir. Sir A. Are you full of them? MAR. Ay, fir; I have them at my fingers' ends : marry, now I let go your hand, I am barren. [Exit MARIA. Sir T. O knight, thou lack'st a cup of canary; When did I fee thee fo put down? Sir A. Never in your life, I think; unless you see canary put me down: Methinks, fometimes I have no more wit than a christian, or an ordinary man, has: but I am a great eater of beef, and, I believe, that does harm to my wit. Sir T. No queftion. Sir A. An I thought that, I'd forfwear it. I'll ride home to-morrow, fir Toby. Sir T. Pourquoy, my dear knight? Sir A. What is pourquoy? do, or not do? I would I had beftow'd that time in the tongues, that I have in fencing, dancing, and bear-baiting: O, had I but fol VOL. IV. H low'd the arts! Sir T. Then hadft thou had an excellent head of hair. Sir A. Why, would that have mended my hair? Sir T. Paft question; for, thou fee'ft, it will not curl by nature. Sir A. But it becomes me well enough, does't not? Sir T. Excellent; it hangs like flax on a distaff: and I hope to fee a huswife take thee between her legs, and fpin it off. Sir A. 'Faith, I'll home to-morrow, fir Toby: your niece will not be feen; or, if fhe be, it's four to one she'll none of me; the count himfelf, here hard by, woes her. Sir T. She'll none of the count; fhe'll not match above her degree, neither in eftate, years, nor wit; I have heard her fwear't. Tut, there's life in't, man. Sir A. I'll ftay a month longer. I am a fellow o'th' ftrangest mind i'the world; I delight in masques and revels fometimes altogether. Sir T. Art thou good at these kickshaws, knight? Sir A. As any man in Illyria, whatsoever he be, under the degree of my betters; and yet I will not compare with an old man. Sir T. What is thy excellence in a galliard, knight? Sir A. 'Faith, I can cut a caper. Sir T. And I can cut the mutton to't. Sir A. And, I think, I have the back-trick, fimply as ftrong as any man in Illyria. Sir T. Wherefore are these things hid? wherefore have these gifts a curtain before them? are they like to take duft, like mistress Mall's picture? Why doft thou not go to church in a galliard, and come home in a co 5 not coole my nature ranto? my very walk fhould be a jig; I would not fo much as make water, but in a fink-a-pace. What doft thou mean; is it a world to hide virtues in? I did think, by the excellent conftitution of thy leg, it was form'd under the ftar of a galliard. Sir A. Ay 'tis ftrong; and it does indifferent well in a flame-colour'd stocking. Shall we fet about fome revels? Sir T. What fhall we do elfe? were we not born under Taurus ? Sir A. Taurus? that's fides, and heart. Sir T. No, fir; it is legs, and thighs. Let me fee thee caper: Tha! higher: † ha, ha! excellent! [Exeunt. SCENE IV. A Room in the Duke's Palace. Enter VALENTINE, and VIOLA in Man's Attire. VAL. If the duke continue these favours towards you, Cesario, you are like to be much advanc'd; he hath known you but three days, and already you are no stranger. Vio. You either fear his humour, or my negligence, that you call in question the continuance of his love: Is he inconftant, fir, in his favours ? VAL. No, believe me. V10. I thank you. Here comes the count. Duk. Who faw Cesario, ha? V10. On your attendance, my lord; here. 7 dam'd-colour'd stocke. Be not dény'd accefs, ftand at her doors, V10. Sure, my noble lord, If the be fo abandon'd to her forrow Duk. Be clamorous, and leap all civil bounds, V10. Say, I do fpeak with her, my lord; What then? For they fhall yet belye thy_happy years, Is not more smooth, and rubious; thy fmall pipe I know, thy conftellation is right apt For this affair: Some four, or five, attend him ; All, if you will; for I myself am best, When leaft in company: Profper well in this, And thou shalt live as freely as thy lord, V10. I'll do my beft, To woo your lady:-" yet, a barful ftrife; "Whoe'er I woo, myself would be his wife. " [Exeunt. SCENE V. A Room in Olivia's House. 14 Nuntio's |