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Poor lady, she were better love a dream.
Disguise, I see, thou art a wickedness,
Wherein the pregnanti enemy does much.
How easy is it, for the proper-false2
In women's waxen hearts to set their forms!
Alas ! our frailty is the cause, not we;
For, such as we are made of, such we be.
How will this fadge ?3 My master loves her dearly;
And I, poor monster, fond as much on him;
And she, mistaken, seems to dote on me :
What will become of this ! As I am man,
My state is desperate for my master's love;
As I am woman, now alas the day!
What thriftless sighs shall poor Olivia breathe?
O time, thou must untangle this, not I;.
It is too hard a knot for me to untie. (Exit.
SCENE III.- A room in Olivia's house. Enter

Sir Toby Belch, and Sir Andrew Ague-cheek. Sir To. Approach, sir Andrew : not to be a-bed after midnight, is to be up betimes; and diluculo surgere, thou know'st,

Sir And. Nay, by my troth, I know not: but I know, to be up late, is to be up late.

Sir To. A false conclusion ; I hate it as an unfilled can: to be up after midnight, and to go to bed then, is early ; so that, to go to bed after midnight, is to go to bed betimes. Do not our lives consist of the four elements ?

Sir And. 'Faith, so they say ; but, I think, it rather consists of eating and drinking.

Sir To. Thou art a scholar; let us therefore eat and drink.-Maria, I say !

-a stoop of wine! Enter Clown. Sir And. Here comes the fool, i'faith.

(1) Dexterous, ready fiend.
(2) Fair deceiver.

(3) Suit.

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Clo. How now, my hearts? Did you never see the picture of we three ?1

Sir To. Welcome, ass. Now let's have a catch.

Sir And. By my troth, the fool has an excellent breast.2 I had rather than forty shillings I had such a leg; and so sweet a breath to sing, as the fool bas. In sooth, thou wast in very gracious fooling last night, when thou spokest of Pigrogromitus, of the Vapians passing the equinoctial of Queubus ; 'twas very good, i'faith. I sent thee sixpence for thy leman :3 hadst it?

Clo. I did impeticos thy gratillity 4 for Malvolio's nose is no whipstock : my lady has a white hand, and the myrmidons are no bottle-ale houses.

Sir And. Excellent! Why, this is the best fooling, when all is done. Now, a song.

Sir To. Come on; there is sixpence for you : let's have a song.

Sir And. There's a testril of me too: if one knight give a

Člo. Would you have a love-song, or a song of good life?

Sir To. A love-song, a love-song.
Sir And. Ay, ay; I care not for good life.

Clo. O mistress mine, where are you roaming?
O, stay and hear; your true love's coming,

That can sing both high and low :
Trip no further, pretty sweeting;
Journeys end in lovers' meeting,

Every wise man's son doth know.
Sir And. Excellent good, i'faith.

Sir To. Good, good.
Clo. What is love? 'tis not hereafter ;

Present mirth hath present laughter ;
(1) Loggerheads be. (2) Voice. (3) Mistress.
(4) I did impetticoat thy gratuity.

What's to come, is still unsure :
In delay there lies no plenty ;
Then come kiss me sweet-and-twenty,

Youth's a stuff will not endure. Sir And. A mellifluous voice, as I am true knight.

Sir To. A contagious breath.
Sir And. Very sweet and contagious, i'faith.

Sir To. To hear by the nose, it is dulcet in contagion. But shall we make the welkin dancel indeed? Shall we rouse the nightowl in a catch, that will draw three souls out of one weaver? shall we do that?

Sir And. An you love me, let's do't: I am dog at a catch.

Clo. By'r lady, sir, and some dogs will catch well.

Sir And. Most certain : let our catch be, Thou knave.

Clo. Hold thy peace, thou knave, knight?. I shall be constrain d in't to call thee knave,

knight. Sir And. 'Tis not the first time I have constrain'd one to call me knave. Begin, fool; it begins, Hold thy peace.

Clo. I shall never begin, if I hold my peace.
Sir And. Good, i'faith! Come, begin.

[They sing a catch.

Enter Maria. Mar. What a catterwauling do you keep here ! If my lady have not called up her steward, Malvolio, and bid him turn you out of doors, never trust

Sir To. My lady's a Cataian,2 we are politicians; Malvolio's a Peg-a-Ramsey,3 and Three merry men we be. Am not I consanguineous ? am I not of her (1) Drink till the sky turns round. (2) Romancer (3) Name of an old



blood ? Tilly-valley, lady! There dwelt a man in Babylon, lady, lady!

(Singing. Clo. Beshrew me, the knight's in admirable fooling

Sir And. Ay, he does well enough, if he be disposed, and so do I too; he does it with a better grace, but I do it more natural. Sir To. O, the twelfth day of December,

[Singing. Mar. For the love of God, peace.

Enter Malvolio. Mal. My masters, are you mad? or what are you? Have you no wit, manners, nor honesty, but to gabble like tinkers at this time of night? Do ye make an alehouse of my lady's house, that ye squeak out your coziers' catches without any mitigation or remorse of voice? Is there no respect of place, persons, nor time, in you?

Sir To. We did keep time, sir, in our catches. Sneck up !3

Mal. Sir Toby, I must be round with you. My lady bade me tell you, that, though she harbours you as her kinsman, she's nothing allied to your disorders. If you can separate yourself and your misdemeanors, you are welcome to the house ; if not, an it would please you to take leave of her, she is very willing to bid

Sir To. Farewell, dear heart, since I must needs

you farewell.

be gone.

Mar. Nay, good sir Toby.
Clo. His eyes do show his days are almost done.
Mal. Is't even so ?
Sir To. But I will never die.
Clo. Sir Toby, there
Mal. This is much credit to you.
Sir To. Shall I bid him go? [Singing.
(1) Equivalent to filly fally, shilly shally.
(2) Cobblers. (3) Hang yourself.

you lie.

spare not?

Clo. What an if you do?
Sir To. Shall I bid him


Clo. O no, no, no, no, you dare not.

Sir To. Out o' time? sir, ye lie.—Art any more than a steward? Dost thou think, because thou art virtuous, there shall be no more cakes and ale?

Clo. Yes, by Saint Anne; and ginger shall be hot i' the mouth too.

Sir To. Thou’rt i' the right.-Go, sir, rub your chain! with crums :—a stoop of wine, Maria!

Mal. Mistress Mary, if you prized my lady's favour at any thing more than contempt, you would not give means for this uncivil rule ; she shall know of it, by this hand.

[Exit. Mar. Go shake

your ears. Sir And. 'Twere as good a deed as to drink when a man's a hungry, to challenge him to the field; and then to break promise with him, and make a fool of him.

Sir To. Do't, knight; I'll write thee a challenge; or I'll deliver thy indignation to him by word of mouth.

Mar. Sweet sir Toby, be patient for to-night; since the youth of the count's was to-day with my lady, she is much out of quiet. For monsieur Malvolio, let me alone with him: if I do not gull him into a nay-word, 3 and make him a common recreation, do not think I have wit enough to lie straight in my bed: I know I can do it.

Sir To. Possess us,4 possess us; tell us somethink of him.

Mar. Marry, sir, sometimes he is a kind of Puritan.

Sir And. O, if I thought that, I'd beat him like a dog.

Sir To. What, for being a Puritan ? thy exquisite reason, dear knight?

(1) Stewards anciently wore a chain.

Method of life. (3) By-word. (4) Inform le.

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