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But let concealment, like a worm i' the bud,
Feed on her damask cheek : she pin'd in thought;
And, with a green and yellow melancholy,
She sat like patience on a monument,
Smiling at grief. Was not this love, indeed?
We men may say more, swear more: but, indeed,
Our shows are more than will; for still we prove
Much in our vows, but little in our love.

Duke. But died thy sister of her love, my boy?

Vio. I am all the daughters of my father's house, And all the brothers too ;-and yet I know not :Sir, shall I to this lady? Duke.

Ay, that's the theme. To her in haste; give her this jewel; say, My love can give no place, bide no denay!

(Ereunt. SCENEV.-Olivia's Garden Enter Sir Toby

Belch, Sir Andrew-Ague-cheek, and Fabian. Sir To. Come thy ways, signior Fabian.

Fab. Nay, l'll come ; if I lose a scruple of this sport, let me be boiled to death with melancholy,

Sir To. Would'st thou not be glad to have the niggardly rascally sheep-biter come by some notable shame?

Fab. I would exult, man: you know, he brought me out of favour with my lady, about a bear-baiting here.

Sir To. To anger him, we'll have the bear again ; and we will fool him black and blue :Shall we not, sir Andrew? Sir And. An we do not, it is pity of our lives.

Enter Maria. Sir To. Here comes the little yillain :-How now, my nettle of India.

Mar. Get ye all three into the box-tree: Malvolio's coming down this walk; he has been yon

(1) Denial.

der i? the sun, practising behaviour to his own shadow, this half hour: observe him, for the love of mockery; for, I know, this letter will make a contemplative idiot of him. Close, in the name of jesting! (The men hide themselves.] Lie thou there; (throws down a letter] for here comes the trout that must be caught with tickling.

(Exit Maria. Enter Malvolio. Mal. 'Tis but fortune; all is fortune. Maria once told me, she did affect me: and I have heard herself come thus near, that, should she fancy, it should be one of my complexion. Besides, she uses me with a more exalted respect, than any one else that follows her. What should I think on't?

Sir To. Here's an over-weening rogue!

Fab. 0, peace! Contemplation makes a rare turkey-cock of him ; how-he jets2 under his advanced plumes !

Sir And. 'Slight, I could so beat the rogue:-
Sir To. Peace, I say.
Mal. To be count Malvolio!-
Sir To. Ah, rogue !
Sir And. Pistol him, pistol him.
Sir To, Peace, peace!

Mal. There is example for't; the lady of the strachy married the yeoman of the wardrobe.

Sir And. Fie on him, Jezebel !

Fab. O, peace! now he's deeply in; look how imagination blows3 him!

Mal. Having been three months married to her, sitting in my state,

4 Sir To. O, for a stone-bow, to hit him in the eye! Mal. Calling my officers about me, in my branched velvet gown; having come from a day-bed,5 where I left Olivia sleeping.

(1) Love. (2) Struts. (3) Puffs him up.
(4) State-chair.

(5) Couch.

She se

284 TWF brimstone! But let conc

peace!

to have the humour of state : Feed on And, w

mure travel of regard, -telling them,

place, as I would they should do their's Smil

for my kinsman Toby : To. Bolts and shackles ! jsb. O, peace, peace, peace! now, now. Val. Seven of my people, with an obedient start, make out for him : I frown the while; and, perchance, wind up my watch, or play with some rich jewel. Toby approaches; court'sies there tome:

Sir To. Shall this fellow live?

Fab. Though our silence be drawn from us with cars, yet peace.

Mal. I extend my hand to him thus, quenching my familiar smile with an austere regard of control:

Sir To. And does not Toby take you a blow o' the lips then ?

Mal. Saying, Cousin Toby, my fortunes having cast me on your niece, give me this prerogative of speech :

Sir To. What, what?
Mal.

You must amend your drunkenness..
Sir To. Out, scab!

Fab. Nay, patience, or we break the sinews of our plot.

Mal. Besides, you waste the treasure of your time with a foolish knight ;

Sir And. That's me, I warrant you.
Mal. One sir Andrew :

Sir And. I knew, 'twas I; for many do call me. fool. Mal. What employment have we here?

[Taking up the letter. Fab. Now is the woodcock near the gin.

Sir To. O, peace and the spirit of humours intimate reading aloud to him!

Mal. By my life, that is my lady's hand : these be her very C's, her U's, and her T's; and thus.

her hand.

wax.

her great P's. It is, in contempt of And. Her C's, her U's, and her T's: Why at?

Mal. [reads) To the unknown beloved, this, and my good wishes : her very phrases ! By your leave,

-Soft !—and the impressure her Lucrece, with which she uses to seal : 'tis my lady: To, whom should this be?

Fab. This wins him, liver and all.
Mal. [reads] Jove knows, I love :

But who?
Lips do not move,

No man must know. No man must know. What follows the numbers. altered !-No man must know :-if this should be thee, Malvolio?

Sir To. Marry, hang thee, brock !!
Mal. I may command, where I adore :

But silence, like a Lucrece knife,
With bloodless stroke my heart doth gore ;

M, O, A, I, doth sway my life.
Fab. A fustian riddle!
Sir To. Excellent wench, say

I. Mal. M, O, A, I, doth sway my life.-Nay, but first, let me see,--let me see,-let me see.

Fab. What a dish of poison has she dressed him! · Sir To. And with what wing the stannyel2. checks at it!

Mal. I may command where I adore. Why, she may command me; I serve her, she is my lady. Why, this is evident to any formal capacity. There is no obstruction in this ;—And the end, -What should that alphabetical position portend? if I could make that resemble soinething in me, Softly! M; 0, A, 1.

Sir To. O, ay! make up that :-he is now at & cold scent.

(1) Badger. (2) Hawk. (3). Flies at it:

cry, O.

Fab. Sowter will cry upon't, for all this, though it be as rank as a fox.

Mal. M,-Malvolio ;-M-why, that begins my name.

Fab. Did not I say, he would work it out? the cur is excellent at faults.

Mal. M-But then there is no consonancy in the sequel; that suffers under probation : A should follow, but does.

Fab. And O shall end, I hope.
Sir To. Ay, or I'll cudgel him, and make him
Mal. And then I comes behind ;

Fab. Ay, an you had an eye behind you, you might see more detraction at your heels, than for-, tunes before you.

Mal. M; O, A, I;—This simulation is not as the former :-and yet, to crush this a little, it would bow to me, for every one of these letters are in my name. Sofí! here follows prose. If this fall into thy hand, revolve. In my stars I am above thee; but be not afraid of greatness : Some are born great, some achieve greatness, and some have greatness thrust upon them. Thy fates open their hands ; let thy blood and spirit embrace them. And, to inure thyself to what thou art like to be, cast thy humble slough,2 and appear fresh. Be opposite with a kinsman, surly with servants : let thy tongue tang arguments of state ; put thyself into the trick of singularity: She thus advises thee, that sighs for thee. Remember who commended thy yellow stockings; and wished to see thee ever cross-gartered: I say remember. Go to; thou art made if thou desirest to be so; if not, let me see thee a steward still, the fellow of servants, and not worthy to touch fortune's fingers. Farewell. She that would alter services with thee,

The fortunate-unhappy; (1) Name of a hound.

(2) Skin of a snake.

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