Maria. If you desire the spleen, and will laugh yourselves into stitches, follow me: yon' gull Malvolio is in yellow stockings.

Sir Toby. And cross-gartered?

Maria. Most villainously; like a pedant that keeps a school i'the church.—I have dogged him, like his murderer: He does obey every point of the letter that I dropped to betray him. He does smile his face into more lines, than are in the new map, with the augmentation of the Indies: you have not seen such a thing as 'tis; I can hardly forbear hurling things at him. I know, my lady will strike him; if she do, he'll smile, and take't for a great favour.

Sir Toby. Come, bring us, bring us where he is.

SCENE III.-A Street.

Enter ANTONIO and SEBASTIAN.

[Exeunt.

Sebastian. I would not, by my will, have troubled you;
But, since you make your pleasure of your pains,
I will no further chide you.

Antonio. I could not stay behind you; my desire,
More sharp than filed steel, did spur me forth:
And not all love to see you, (though so much,
As might have drawn one to a longer voyage,)
But jealousy what might befall your travel,
Being skilless in these parts; which to a stranger,
Unguided, and unfriended, often prove
Rough and unhospitable: My willing love,
The rather by these arguments of fear,
Set forth in your pursuit.

Sebastian.

My kind Antonio,

I can no other answer make, but, thanks,

And thanks, and ever thanks: Often good turns
Are shuffled off with such uncurrent pay:
But, were my worth, as is my conscience, firm,
You should find better dealing. What's to do?
Shall we go see the reliques of this town?

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Antonio. To-morrow, sir; best, first, go see your

lodging.

Sebastian. I am not weary, and 'tis long to night; I pray you, let us satisfy our eyes

With the memorials, and the things of fame,
That do renown this city.

Antonio.

'Would you'd pardon me;

I do not without danger walk these streets:

Once, in a sea-fight, 'gainst the Count his gallies,
I did some service; of such note, indeed,

That, were I ta'en here, it would scarce be answer'd.
Sebastian. Belike, you slew great number of his people.
Antonio. The offence is not of such a bloody nature;
Albeit the quality of the time and quarrel,
Might well have given us bloody argument.
It might have since been answer'd in repaying
What we took from them; which for traffick's sake
Most of our city did: only myself stood out:
For which, if I be lapsed' in this place,
I shall pay dear.

Sebastian. Do not then walk too open.

Antonio. It doth not fit me. Hold, sir, here's my

purse;

In the south suburbs, at the Elephant,

Is best to lodge: I will bespeak our diet.

Whiles you beguile the time, and feed your knowledge, With viewing of the town; there shall you have me. Sebastian. Why I your purse?

Antonio. Haply, your eye shall light upon some toy You have desire to purchase; and your store, I think, is not for idle markets, sir.

Sebastian. I'll be your purse-bearer, and leave you

for an hour.

Antonio.
Sebastian.

To the Elephant.

I do remember. [Exeunt.

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SCENE IV.-OLIVIA'S Garden.

Enter OLIVIA and MARIA.

Olivia. I have sent after him: He says, he'll come; How shall I feast him? what bestow on him?

For youth is bought more oft, than begg'd, or borrow'd. I speak too loud.

Where is Malvolio?-he is sad, and civil,

And suits well for a servant with my fortunes;—

Where is Malvolio?

Maria.

But in strange manner.

He's coming, madam;

He is sure possess'd.

Olivia. Why, what's the matter? does he rave?
Maria.

No, madam,

He does nothing but smile; your ladyship
Were best have guard about you if he come;
For, sure, the man is tainted in his wits.

Olivia. Go call him hither. I'm as mad as he,
If sad and merry madness equal be.—

Enter MALVOLIO.

How now, Malvolio?

Malvolio. Sweet lady, ho, ho. [Smiles fantastically. Olivia. Smil'st thou?

I sent for thee upon a sad3 occasion.

Malvolio. Sad, lady? I could be sad: This does make some obstruction in the blood, this cross-gartering: But what of that, if it please the eye of one, it is with me as the very true sonnet is: Please one, and please all.

Olivia. Why, how dost thou, man? what is the matter with thee?

Malvolio. Not black in my mind, though yellow in my legs: It did come to his hands, and commands shall be executed. I think, we do know the sweet Roman hand. Olivia. Wilt thou go to bed, Malvolio?

Malvolio. To bed? ay, sweet-heart; and I'll come to thee.

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Olivia. God comfort thee! Why dost thou smile so, and kiss thy hand so oft?

Maria. How do you, Malvolio?

Malvolio. At your request? Yes; Nightingales answer daws.

Maria. Why appear you with this ridiculous boldness before my lady?

Malvolio. Be not afraid of greatness: 'Twas well writ. Olivia. What meanest thou by that, Malvolio? Malvolio. Some are born great,—

Olivia. Ha?

Malvolio. Some achieve greatness,——

Olivia. What say'st thou?

Malvolio. And some have greatness thrust upon them. Olivia. Heaven restore thee!

Malvolio. Remember who commended thy yellow stockings;

Olivia. Thy yellow stockings?

Malvolio. And wished to see thee cross-gartered.
Olivia. Cross-gartered?

Malvolio. Go to: thou art made, if thou desirest to be

Olivia. Am I made?

Malvolio. If not, let me see thee a servant still.
Olivia. Why, this is very midsummer madness.

Enter SERVANT.

Servant. Madam, the young gentleman of the count Orsino's is returned; I could hardly entreat him back: he attends your ladyship's pleasure.

Good

Olivia. I'll come to him. [Exit SERVANT.] Maria, let this fellow be looked to. Where's my cousin Toby? Let some of my people have a special care of him; I would not have him miscarry for the half of my dowry.. [Exeunt OLIVIA and MARIA. Malvolio. Oh, ho! do you come near me now? no worse man than sir Toby to look to me? This concurs directly with the letter: she sends him on purpose, that I may appear stubborn to him; for she incites me to that in

the letter. Cast thy humble slough, says she: be opposite with a kinsman, surly with servants,-let thy tongue tang with arguments of state,-put thyself into the trick of singularity; and, consequently, sets down the manner how; as, a sad face, a reverend carriage, a slow tongue, in the habit of some sir of note, and so forth. I have limed her; but it is Jove's doing, and Jove make me thankful! And, when she went away now, Let this fellow be looked to: Fellow! not Malvolio, nor after my degree, but fellow. Why, every thing adheres together; that no dram of a scruple, no scruple of a scruple, no obstacle, no incredulous or unsafe circumstance. What can be said? Nothing, that can be, can come between me and the full prospect of my hopes. Well, Jove, not I, is the doer of this, and he is to be thanked.

Re-enter MARIA, with SIR TOBY BELCH, and FABIAN. Sir Toby. Which way is he, in the name of sanctity? I'll speak to him.

Fabian. Here he is, here he is:-How is't with you, sir? how is't with you, man?

Malvolio. Go off; I discard you, let me enjoy my private; go off.

Maria. Lo, how hollow the fiend speaks within him! did not I tell you?-Sir Toby, my lady prays you to have a care of him.

Malvolio. Ah, ha! does she so?

Sir Toby. Go to, go to; peace, peace, we must deal gently with him; let me alone. How do you, Malvolio? how is't with you? What, man! defy the devil: consider he's an enemy to mankind.

Malvolio. Do you know what you say?

Maria. La you, an you speak ill of the devil, how he takes it at heart! Pray heaven, he be not bewitched! My lady would not lose him for more than I'll say. Malvolio. How now, mistress?

Maria. O lord!

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