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Anne Page, would I might never stir, and ’tis ä post- Mrs Page. Why went you not with master doctor,
Are now so sure, that nothing can dissolve us.'
you should know my daughter by her garments? And this deceit loses the name of craft, Slen. I went to her in white, and cry'd mum, and she Of disobedience, or unduteons title; cry'd budget, as Anne and I had appointed ; and yet it Since therein she doth evitate and shun was not Anne, but a postmaster's boy.
A thousand irreligious cursed hours, Eva. Jeshu! Master Slender, cannot you see but Which forced marriage would have brought upon her. marry boys?
Ford. Stand not amazed; here is no remedy; Page. O, I am vexed at heart : what shall I do? In love, the heavens themselves do guide the state; Mrs Page. Good George, be not angry: I knew of Money buys lands, and wives are sold by fate. your purpose; turned my daughter into green; and, Fal. I am glad, though you have ta’en a special stand indeed, she is now with the doctor at the deanery, and to strike at me, that your arrow hath glanced. there married.
Page. Well, what remedy? Fenton, heaven give thee Enter Caius.
[Exit Caius. Fenton,
And laugh this sport o'er by a country fire;
Sir John and all !
Ford. Let it be so !-Sir John,
Page. Now, mistress ? how chance you went not with For he, to-night, shall lie with mistress Ford.
TWELFTH-NIGHT: OR WHAT YOU WILL.
Per son $ of the Bra m a.
Malvolio, steward to Olivia.
OLIVIA, arich countess.
Viola, in love with the duke.
Maria, Olivia's woman.
Lords, Priests, Sailors, Officers, Musicians, and
other Attendants. SCENE,-a city in Illyria; and the sea-coast near it.
А ст І.
Receiveth as the sea, nought enters there,
Cur. Will you go hunt, my lord ?
- Ilow now? what news froni her?
beea op he
Vio. There is a fair behaviour in thee, Captain ; lal. So please my lord, I might not be admitted, And though that nature with a beauteous wall But from her handmaid do return this answer:
Doth oft close in pollution, yet of thee The element itself, till seven years heat,
I will believe, thou hast a mind that suits Shall not behold her face at ample view;
With this thy fair and outward character. But, like a cloistress, she will veiled walk,
I pray thee, and I'll pay thee bounteously,
Conceal me what I am, and be my aid
Thou shalt present me as an eunuch to him,
And speak to him in many sorts of music,
What else may hap, to time I will commit;
When my tongue blabs, then let mine eyes not see!
Vio. I thank thee. Lead me on!
(Exeunt. Love-thoughts lie rich, when canopied with bowers.
[Exeunt. SCENE III. A room in Olivia's house.
Enter Sir Toey Berch, and Mana.
death of her brother thus? I am sure, care's an enemy
Mar. By my troth, sir Toby, you must come in ear-
lier o’nights; your cousin, my lady, takes great ex-
Mar. Ay, but you must confine yourself within the
modest limits of order.
am : these clothes are good enough to drink in, and so
be these boots too; an they be not, let them hang
Mar. That quaffing and drinking will undo you: I
heard my lady talk of it yesterday; and of a foolish
knight that you brought in one night here to be her
Sir. To. Who? Sir Andrew Ague-cheek?
Mar. Ay, he.
Sir To. He's as talla man as any's in Illyria.
Mar. What's that to the purpose?
Sir. To. Why, he has three thousand ducats a-year.
Mar. Ay; but he'll have but a vear in all these du-
cats; he's a very fool, and a prodigal.
Sir. To. Fye, that you'll say so! he plays o' the Vio. Who governs here?
viol-de-gambo, and speaks three or four languages, Cap. A noble duke, in nature,
word for word, without book, and hath all the good As in his name.
gifts of vature. l'io. What is his name?
Mar. He hath, indeed, - almost natural: for, besides Cap. Orsino.
that he's a fool, he's a great quarreller; and, but that Vio. Orsino! I have heard my father name him:
he hath the gift of a coward to allay the gust he hath in He was a bachelor then.
quarrelling, 'tis thought among the prudent, he would Cap. And so is now,
quickly have the gift of a grave. Or was so very late : for but a month
Sir To. By this hand, they are scoundrels, and subAgo I went from lience; and then 'twas fresh
stractors, that say so of him. Who are they? In murmur, (as, you know, what great oues do,
Mar. They that add, moreover, he's drunk nightly The less will prattle of,) that he did seek
in your company. The love of fair Olivia.
Sir To. With drinking healthis to my niece; I'll drink Vio. What's she?
to her, as long as there is a passage in my throat, and Cap. A virtuous maid, the danghter of a count,
drink in Illyria. He's a coward, and a coystril, that That died some twelvemonth since; then leaving her will not drink to my niece, till his brains turn o' the In the protection of his son, her brother,
toe like a parish top. What, wench? Castiliano Who shortly also died: for whose dear love,
vulgo ; for here comes Sir Andrew Ague-face.
Enter Sir ANDREW AGUE-CHIEEK.
Sir And. Sir Toby Belch! how now, sir Toby Belch?
Sir To. Sweet sir Andrew !
Sir And. Bless you, fair shrew !
Mar. And you too, sir!
Sir To. Accost, sir Andrew, accost!
Sir And. What's that?
Bir To. My niece's chamber-maid.
Sir And. Good mistress Accost, I desire better ac- thou not go to church in a galliard, and come home in a quaintance.
coranto? My very walk should be a jig! I would not so Mar. My name is Mary, sir.
much as make water, but in a sink-a-pace. What dost Sir. And. Good mistress Mary Accost, –
thou mean? is it a world to hide virtues in? I did think, Sir To. You mistake, knight: accost is, front her, by the excellent constitution of thy leg, it was formed board her, woo her, assail her.
under the star of'a galliard. Sir And. By my troth, I would not undertake her in Sir And. Ay, 'lis strong, and it does indifferent well this company. Is that the meaning of accost?
in a flame-coloured siock. Shall we set about some Mar. l'are you well, gentlemen.
think you Sir To. No, sir; it is legs and thiglis. Let me see thee have fools in hand ?
caper: ha! higher: ha, ha!
Enter VALENTINE, and Viola in man's attire,
you call in question the continuance of his lore. Mar. A dry jest, sir.
Is he inconstant, sir, in his favours?
Val. No, believe me.
Enter Duke, Curio, and attendants.
Vio. On your attendance, my lord; here.
Be rot deny'd access, stand at her doors,
And tell them, there thy fixed foot sliall grow,
Vio. Sure, my noble lord,
If she beso abandon'd to her sorrow,
Vio. Say, I do speak with her, my lord; what then?
Surprise her with discourse of my dear faith:
Thanin anuncio of more grave aspéct.
That say, thou art a man: Diana's lip
I know, thy constellation is right apt Sir To. She'll none o' the count; she'll not match For this aflair. – Some four, or five, attend him; above her degree, neither in estate, years, nor wit; 1 All, if you will; for I myself am best, have heard her swearit. Tut, there's life in't, man. When least in company. - Prosper well in this, Sir And. I'll stay a month longer. I am a fellow o' And thou shalt live as freely as thy lord, the strangest mind i' the world; I delight in masques To call his fortunesthine. and revels sometimes altogether.
Vio. I'll do my best,
SCENE V.- Aroom in Olivia's house.
Enter Maria, and Clown.
Mar. Nay, either tell me, where thou hast been, or I
will not open my lips, so wide as a bristle may enter, in Sir And. And, I think, I have the back-trick, sim- way of thy excuse: my lady will hang thee for thy abply as strong as any man in Illyria. Sir To. Wherefore are these things hid? wherefore clo. Let her hang me! he, that is well hanged in this have these gifts a curtain before them? are they like world, needs to fear no colours. to take dust, like mistress Mall's picture? why dost Mar. Make that good!
Clo, He shall see none to fear.
Oli. How say you to that, Malvolio? Mar. A good lenten answer! I can tell thee where Mal. I marvel your ladyship takes delight in such a that saying was born, of I fear no colours.
barren rascal; I saw him put down the other day with Clo. Where, good mistress Mary?
an ordinary fool, that has no more brain, than a stone. Mar. In the wars; and that may you be bold to say in Look you now, he's out of his guard already; unless your foolery.
you laugh and minister occasion to him, he is gagged. Clo. Well, God give them wisdom, that have it; and i protest, I take these wise men, that crow so at these those that are fools, let them use their talents. set kind of fools, no better than the fools' zanies.
Mar. Yet you will be hanged, for being so long ab- Oli. O, you are sick of self-love, Malvolio, and taste sent : or, to be turned away, not that as good as a with a distempered appetite. To be generous, guilthanging to you?
less, and of free disposition, is to take those things Clo. Many a good hanging prevents a bad marriage; for bird-bolts, that you deem cannon-bullets: there and for turning away, let summer bear it out. is no slander in an allowed fool, though he do nothing Mar. You are resolute then?
but rail; nor no railing in a known discreet man, Clo. Not so neither; but I am resolved on two points. though he do nothing but reprove. Mar. That, if one break, the other will hold; or, if Clo, Now Mercury endue thee with leasing, for thou both break, your gaskins fall.
speakest well of fools! Clo. Apt, in good faith; very apt! Well, go thy
Re-enter MARIA. way; if sir Toby would leave drinking, thou wert as Mar. Madam, there is at the gate a young gentleman, witty a piece of Eve's flesh as any in Illyria.
much desires to speak with you. Mar. Peace, you rogue, no more o’that; here comes Oli, From the count Orsino, is it? my lady: make your excuse wisely, you were best. Mar. I know not, madam; 'tis a fair young man, and
[Exit. wellattended. Enter Olivia and MALFOLIO.
Oli. Who of my people hold him in delay? Clo. Wit, an't be thy will, put me into good fooling! Mar. Sir Toby, madam, your kinsman. Those wits, that think they have thee,do very oft prove Oli. Fetch him ofl, I pray you; he speaks nothing but fools; and I, that am sure lack thee, may pass for a madman : fye on him! (Exit Maria.] Go yon, Malwise man: for what says Quinapnlus? Better a witty volio: ifit be a suit from the count, I am sick, or not fool, than a foolish wit. God bless thee, lady! at home; what you will, to dismiss it. (Exit MalvoOli, Take the fool away!
lio.] Now you see, sir, how your fooling grows old, and Clo. Do you not hear, fellows? Take away the lady! people dislike it. Oli. Go to, you're a dry fool; I'll no more of you: Clo. Thou hast spoke for us, madonna, as if thy eldbesides, you grow dishonest.
est son should be a fool: whose skull Jove cram with Clo. Two faults, madonna, that drink and good coun- brains, for here he comes, one of thy kin, has a most sel will amend; for give the dry fool drink, then is the weak pia mater. fool not dry; bid the dishonest man mend himself; if
Enter SIR TOBY Belch. he mend, he is no longer dishonest; if he cannot, let Oli. By mine honour, half drank. What is he at the the botcher mend him. Any thing, that's mended, is gate, cousin? but patched : virtne, that transgresses, is but patched Sir. To. A gentleman: with sin; and sin, that amends, is but patched with Oli
. A gentleman? What gentleman? virtue. If that this simple syllogism will serve, so; if Sir To. 'Tis a gentleman here
A plague o' these it will not, what remedy? As there is no true cuckold pickle-herrings ! -- Hlow now, sot? but calamity, so beauty's a flower:— the lady bade Clo. Good sir Toby, take away the fool; therefore, I say again, take her Oli. Cousin, cousin, how have yon come so early by away!
this lethargy? oli. Sir, I bade them take away yon.
Sir To. Lecliery! I defy lechery! There's one at Clo. Misprision in the highest degree! - Lady, Cu- the gate. cullus non facit monachum; that's as much as to say, Oli. Ay, marry; what is he? I wear not inotley in my brain. Good madonna, give Sir To. Let him be the devil, an he will, I care not: me leave to prove you a fool!
give me faith, say I. Well, it's all one.
Oli. What's a drunken man like, fool?
Clo. Like a drown'd man, a fool, and a madmau: one
draught above heat makes him a fool; the second mads Clo. I must catechize you forit, madonna; good my him; and a third drowns him. mouse of virtue, answer me!
Oli. Go thou and seek the coroner, and let him sit o' Oli. Well, sir, for want of other idleness, I'll bide my coz; for he's in the third degree of drink, he's
drown'd: go, look after him. Clo. Good madonna, why mourn'st thon?
Clo. He is but mad yet, madonna; and the fool shall Oli. Good fool, for my brother's death.
look to the madman.
Mal. Madam,yond young fellow swears, he will speak Clo. The more fool you, madonna, to mourn for with you. I told him, you were sick; he takes on him to your brother's soul being in heaven. — Take away the understand so much, and therefore comes to speak with fool, gentlemen!
you : I told him you were asleep; he seems to have a Oli. What think you of this fool, Malvolio? doth he fore-knowledge of that too, and therefore comes to not mend?
speak with you. What is to be said to him, lady? he's Mal. Yes; and shall do, till the pangs of death shake fortified against any denial. him. Infirmity, that decays the wise, doth ever make Oli. Tell him, he shall not speak with me. the better fuol.
Mal. He has been told so; and he says, he'll stand Clo. God send you, sir, a speedy infirmity, for the at your door like a sherit's post, and be the supporter better encreasing your folly ! Sir Toby will be sworn, of a bench, but he'll speak with you. that I am no fox; but he will not pass his word for Oli. What kind of man is he? two-pence, that you are no fool.
Mal. Why, of man kind.
you, or no.
Oli. What manner of man?
Vio. To answer by the method, in the first of his Mal. Of very ill inanner; he'll speak with you, will heart.
Oli, 0, I have read it; it is heresy. Haveyou no more Ok. Of what personage, and is he?
to say? Mal. Not yet old enough for a man, nor young enough Vio. Good madam, let me se face! for a boy; as a squash is before 'tis a peas-cod, or a Oli. Have you any commission from your lord to codling when 'tis almost an apple: ’tis with him e’en negociate with my face? you are now out of your text: standing water, between boy and man. Heis very well, but we will draw the curtain, and shew you the picture. favoured, and he speaks very shrewishly; one would Look you, sir, such a one as I was this present : is't not think, his mother's milk were scarve out of him. well done?
[Unveiling. Oli. Let him approach! Callin my gentlewoman! Vio. Excellently done, if God did all. Mal. Gentlewoman, my lady calls.
[Lxit. Oli. 'Tis in grain, sir; 'twill endure wind and Re-enter Maria.
. Give me my veil: come, throw it o'er my face! Vio. 'Tis beauty truly blent, whose red and white We'll once more hear Orsino's embassy.
Nature's own sweet and cunning hand laid on.
Lady, you are the cruel'st she alive,
, Speak to me, I shall answer for her: Your will? And leave the world no copy.
Vio. I see you what you are: you are too proud; Oli. Whence came you, sir?
But, if you were the devil, you are fair.
Oli. How does he love me?
Vio. With adorations, with fertile tears,
Yet I suppose him virtuous, know him noble,
Of great estate, of fresh and stainless youth,
Vio. If I did love you in my master's flame,
In your denial I would find no sense,
Oli. Why, what would you?
And make the babbling gossip of the air
Oli. You might do much. What is your parentage?
Vio. Above my fortunes, yet my state is well :
Vio. It alone concerns your ear. I bring no overture I cannot love him: let him send no more;
Oli. Yet you began rudely. What are you? what I thank you for your pains; spend this for me!
Vio. I am no fee'd post, lady; keep your purse;
Plac'd in contempt! Farewell, fair cruelty ! (Exit.
I am a gentleman. -l'll be sworn thou art;
Do give thee five-fold blazon:- Not too fast: -- soft Vio. In Orsino's bosom.
soft! Oli. Io his bosom ? in what chapter of his bosom? Unless the master were the man. - How now?
of my message.