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Even so quickly may one catch the plague?
T'io. Even now, sir; on a moderate pace I have since Methinks, I feelthis youth's perfections,
arrived but hither. With an invisible and subtle stealth,
Mal. She returns this ring to you, sir ; you might To creepin at mine eyes. Well, let it he.
have saved me my pains, to have taken it away yourWhat, ho, Malvolio!
self. She adds moreover, that you should put your lord Re-enter Malvoljo.
into a desperate assurance she will none of him: and Mal. Here, madam, at your service.
one thing more; that you be never so hardy to come
l'io. She took the ring of'me; I'll none of it. Desire him not to flatter with his lord,
Mal. Come, sir, you peevishly tlrrew it to her; and Nor hold him up with hopes; I am not for him: her will is, it should be so returned: if it be worth If that the youth will come this way to-morrow, stooping for, there it lies in your eye; if not, be it his I'll give him reasons for't. Hie thee, Malvolio ! that findsit.
[Exit. Mal. Madam, I will.
(Exit. l'io. I left no ring with her: what means this lady? Oli. I do I know not what; and fear to find Fortune forbid, my outside have not charm'd her! Mine eye too great a flatterer for my mind.
She made good view of me; indeed, so much,
She loves me, sure; the cunning of her passion
Invites me in this churlislı messenger.
None of my lord's ring! why, he sent her none.
I am the man!-If it be so, (as ’tis,)
Poor lady, she were better love a dream.
Wherein the pregnant enemy does much.
thon know'stAnt. Alas, the day!
Sir And. Nay, by my troth, I know not: but I know,
Sir And. 'Faith, so they say; but, I think, it rather
Ant. The gentleness of all the gods go with thee! and so sweet a breath to sing, as the fool has. In sooth,
thou wast in very gracious fooling last night, when Else would í very shortly see thee there:
thou spokest of Pigrogromitus, of the Vapians passing But, come what may, I do adore thee so,
the equinoctial of Quenbus; 'twas very good, i'faith. That dangershall seem sport, and I will go. (Exit. I sent thee sixpence for thy leman ; hadstit?
Clo. I did impeticos thy gratillity; for Malvolio's
nose is no whipstock: my lady has a white hand, and
when all is done. Now, a song!
Weth uls at frir Clo. Sir
Clo, sonst Sir
call leuce Co.
your servant !
Sir Te. Come on; there is sixpence for you: let's have plcase you to take leave of her, she is very willing to a soug.
bid you farewell.
Clo. Hiseyes do shew his days are almost done.
Mal, Is't even so?
Sir To, But I will never die.
Clo. Sir Toby, there you lie.
Mul. This is much credit to you.
Sir To. Shall I bed him go?
[Singing. 0, stay and hear ; your true love's coming,
Clo. Whatan il vou do?
Sir To, Shall I bid him
go, and spare not?
Clo, O no, no, no, no, you dare not.
Sir To. Out o'time? sir, ye lie.-Art any more than Every wise man's son doth know,
a steward? Dost thou think, because thou art virtuous, Sir And. Excellent good, i'faith!
there shall be no more cakes and ale? Sir To. Good, good!
Clo. Yes, by Saint Aune ; aud ginger shall be hot
i'the mouth too.
Sir To. Thou’rt i'theright.-Go, sir, rub your chain
with crums! -A stoop of wine, Maria!
Mal. Mistress Mary, if you prized my lady's favour
at anything more than contempt, you would not give Youth's a stuf'will not endure.
means for this uncivil rule; she shall know of it, by this hand.
[Exit. Sir Arid. A mellifluous voice, as I am true knight! Mar. Go shake your ears! Sir To. A contagious breath!
Sir And. 'Twere as good a deed as to drink, when a Sir And. Very sweet and contagious, i' faith! man's a-hungry, to challenge him to the field; and Sir To. To hear by the nose, it is dulcet in contagion. then to break promise with him, and make a foolofhim. But shall we make the welkin dance indeed ? Shall we Sir To. Do'l, knight; I'll write thee a challenge; or rouse the night-owl in a catch, that will draw three i'll deliver thy indignation to him by word of mouth. souls out of one weaver? shall we do that?
Mar. Sweet sir Toby, be patieut for to-night; since Sir And. An you love me,let's do't!I am dog at a catch. the youth of the count's was to-day with my lady, she Clo. By’rlady, sir, and some dogs will catch well. is much out of qaiet. For monsieur Malvolio, let me Sir And. Most certain : let our catch be, Thou knave. alone with him: if I do not gull him into a nayword,
Clo. Hold thy peace, thon knave, knight? I shall be and make him a common recreation, do not think, I constrained in't to call thee knave, knight.
have wit enough to lie straight in my bed : I know, I Sir And. 'Tis notthe first time I have constrain'd one can do it. to call me knave. Begin , fool; it begins, Holdthy Sir To. Possess us; possess us; tell us something
of him! Clo. I shall never begin, if I hold my peace.
Mar. Marry, sir, sometimes he is a kind of Puritan. Sir And. Good, i'faith! Come, begin !
Sir And. o, if I thought that, I'd beat him like a dog! [They sing a catch. Sir To. What, for being a Puritan? thy exquisite Enter MARIA.
reason, dear knight. Mar. What a catterwauling do you keep here! If my Sir And. I have no exquisite reason for't, but I have lady have not called up her steward, Malvolio, and bid reason good enough. him turn you out of doors, never trust me!
Mar. The deviť a Puritan that he is, or any thing Sir To. My lady's a Cataian, we are politicians; Mal- constantlyönt a time-pleaser; an affectioned ass, that Folio's a Peg-a-Ramsey, and Three merry men be we. cons state withont book, and utters it by great swarths: Am not I consanguineous? am I not of her blood ? Til- :he best persuaded of himself, so crammed, as he ley-valley,lady! There dweli a man in Babylon, lady, thinks, with excellencies, that it is his ground of faith, lady!
[Singing. that all, that look on him, love him; and on that vice Clo. Beshrew me, the knight's in admirable fooling. in him will my revenge find notable cause to work. Sir And. Ay, he does well enough, if he be disposed, Sir To. What wilt thou do? and so do I too; he does it with a better grace, but I do Mar. I will drop in his way some obscure epistles of it more natural.
love; wherein, hy the colour of his beard, the shape Sir To. O, the twelfth day of December,—[Singing. ofhis leg, the manner of his gait, the expressure of Mar. For the love o' God, peace! .
liseye, forehead, and complexion, he shall find liimEnter MALVOLTO.
self most feelingly personated : I can write very like Mal. My masters, are you mad? or what are you? my lady, your niece; an a forgotten matter we can Have
you no wit, manners, nor honesty, but to gabble hardly make distinction of our hands. like tinkers at this time of night? Do ye make an ale- Sir To. Excellent! I smell a device. house of my lady's house, that ye squeak out your co- Sir And. I hav't in my rose too. ziers' catches without any mitigation or remorse of Sir To. He shall think, by the letters that thon wilt. voice? Is there no respect of place, persons, nor tine, drop, that they come from my niece, and that she is in
love with him. Sir To. We did keep time, sir, in our catches. Mar. My purpose is, indeed, a horse of that colour.
Sir And. And your horse now would make him an ass. Mal. Sir Toby, I must be round with you. My lady Mar. Ass, I doubt not. bade me tell you, that, though she harbours you as her Sir And. 'o, 'twill be admirable ! kinsman, she's nothing allied to your disorders. Il Mar, Sport royal, I warrant you! Iknow, my phyyou can separate yourself and your misdemeanours, sic will work with him. I will plaut you two, and let you are welcome to the house; if not, an it would the fool make a third, where he shall find the letter;
observe his construction of it. For this night, to bed, And the free maids, that weave theirthread with bones, and dream on the event. Farewell!
[Exit. Do use to chaunt it; it is silly sooth, Sir To. Good night, Penthesilea!
And dallies with the innocence of love, Sir And. Before me, she's a good wench.
Like the old age. Sir To. She's a beagle,true-bred,and one that adores Clo. Are you ready, sir ? me; whato' that?
Duke. Ay; prythee, sing!
(Music. Sir And. I was adored once too. Sir To. Let's to bed, knight!--Thou hadst need send Clo. Come away, come away, death,
SONG. for more money. Sir And. If I cannot recover your niece, I am a foul
And in sad cypress let me be laid !
Fly away, fly away, breath! Sir To, Send for money, knight; if thou hast her not
I am slain by a fair cruel maid.
My shroud of white, stuck all with yew, i'the end, call me Cut. Sir And. If I do not, never trust me, take it how
0, prepare it!
My part of death no one so true you will.
Did share it. Sir To. Come, come! I'll go burn some sack, 'tis too late to go to bed now: come, knight; come, knight!
Not a flower, not a flower sweet, (Exeunt.
On my black coffin let there be strown!
Not a friend, not a friend greet
My poor corpse,where my bones shall be thrown!
Å thousand thousand sighs to save, Duke. Give me some music:- Now, good morrow, friends :
Lay me, 0, where
Sad true lover ne'er find my grave, Now, good Cesario, but that piece of song,
there! That old and antique song we heard last night; Methought it did relieve my passion much;
Duke. There's for thy pains. More than light airs and recollected terms,
Clo. No pains, sir; I take pleasure in singing, sir. Of these most brisk and giddy-paced times :
Duke. I'll pay thy pleasure then. Come, but one verse!
Clo. Truly, sir, and pleasure will be paid, one time Cur. He is not here, so please your lordship, that or another. should singit.
Duke. Give me now leave to leave thee. Duke. Who was it?
Clo. Now, the melancholy god protect thee; and the Cur. Feste, the jester, my lord ; a fool, that the lady tailor make thy doublet of changeable tattata, for thy Olivia's father took much delight in; he is about the mind is a very opal !-I would have men of such conhouse.
stancy put to sea, that their business might be every Duke. Seek him out, and play the true the while ! thing, and their intent every where; for that's it, that
[Exit Curio.-Music. always makes a good voyage of nothing.-Farewell. Come hither, boy; if ever thou shalt love, In the sweet pangs of it remember me!
Duke. Let all the rest give place.-For, such as I am, all true lovers are;
(Exeunt Curio and attendants. Unstaid and skittish in all motions else,
Once more, Cesario, Save, in the constant image of the creature
Get thee to yon' same sovereign cruelty: That is belov'd.—How dost thou like this tune? Tell her, my love, more noble than the world, Vio. It gives a very echo to the seat,
Prizes not quantity of dirty lands: Where love is thron’d.
The parts, that fortune hath bestow'd upon her, Duke. Thou dost speak masterly:
Tell her, I hold as giddily as fortune; My life upon't, young though thou art, thine eye But'tis that miracle, and queen of gems, Hath stay'd upon some favour that it loves;
That nature pranks herin, attracts my soul. Hath it not, boy?
Vio. But, if she cannot love you, sir? Vio. A little, by your favour.
Duke. I cannot be so answer'd. Duke. What kind of woman is't?
Vio. 'Sooth, but you must. Vio. Of your complexion.
Say, that some lady, as, perhaps, there is, Duke. She is not worth thee then. What year's, Hath for yourlove as great a pang of heart, i'faith?
As you have for Olivia : you cannot love her; · Vio. About your years, my lord.
You tell her so: must she not then be answer'd?
Can bide the beating of so strong a passion,
As love doth give my heart: no woman's heart For, boy, however we do praise ourselves,
So big, to hold so much; they lack retention. Our fancies are more giddy and unfirm,
Alas, their love may be called appetite, -
That suffer surfeit, cloyment, and revolt ;
But mine is all as hungry as the sea,
Between that love a woman can bear me,
And that I ove Olivia!
Vio. Ay, but I know,-
Vio. Too well what love women to men mayowe:
In faith, they are as true of heart, as we.
As it might be, perhaps, were I a woman,
I should your lordship.
Sir T nettle Mar comin inacti or:
Duke. And what's her history?
Sir To. Fire and brimstone!
Fab. 0, peace, peace!
Mal. And then to have the humonr of state : and after
place, as I would they should do theirs,—to ask for my She sat, like patience on a monument,
Sir To. Bolts and shackles !
make out for him : I frown the while; and, perchance,
Fab. Though our silence be drawn from us with cars,
yet peace! To her in haste! give her this jewel; say,
Mal. I extend my hand to him thus, quenching my My love can give no place, bide no denay! [Exeunt. familiar smile with an austere regard of control.
Sir 7o. And does not Toby take you a blow o'the SCENE V.-Olivia's garden.
lips then? Enter Sir Toby Belcu, Sir Andrew Ague-Cheek, and Mal. Saying, Cousin Toby, my fortunes having cast FABIAN.
me on your niece, give me this prerogative of speech:Sir To. Come thy ways, signior Fabian!
Sir To. What, what?
Sir To. Out, scab !
with a foolish knight;
Mal. One sir Andrew :
[Taking up the letter. Sir And. An we do not, it is pity of our lives.
Fab. Now is the woodcock near the gin.
Sir To. O, peace ! and the spirit of humours intimate
Mal. By my life, this is my lady's hand: these beher Mar. Get ye all three into the box-tree: Malvolio's very C's, her U's, and her I's ; and thus makes she her coming down this walk; he has been yonder i'the sun, great P's. Itis, in contempt of question, her hand. practising behaviour to his own shadow, this half Sir And. Her C's, her U's, and her Tos: why that? hour: observe hi'n, for the love of mockery; for, I Mal. (Reads.] To the unknown beloved, this, and my know, this letter will make a contemplative ideot o: good wishes : her very phrases !-- By your leave, wax. him. Close, in the name ofjesting! [The men hide --Soft!--and the impressure her Lucrece, with which themselves.] Lie thou there; (throws down a letter.] she uses to seal: 'tis my lady: to whom should this be? for here comes the trout, that must be caught with Fab. This wins him, liver and all. tickling.
[Exit Maria. Mal. [Reads.] Jove knows, I love :
Lips do not move,
Noman must know,
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; plumes !
M,O, A, I, doth sway my life.
Tab. A fustian riddle !
Sir To. Excellent wench, say I!
Mal. M, 0, A, I, doth sway my life.- Nay, but first,
let me see, - let me see, let me see! Sir And. Pistol him, pistol him!
Fab. What a dish of poison has she dressed him! Sir To. Peace, peace!
Sir To. And with what wing the stannyel checks at it! Mal. There is example fort; the lady of the strachy Mal. I may command where I adore. Why, she may married the yeoman of the wardrobe.
command me; I serve her, she is my lady. VVhy, this Sir And. Fie on him, Jezebel !
is evident to any formal capacity. There is no obstrucFab. (), peace ! now he's deeply in; look,how imagi- tion in this:—
And the end, What should that alnation blows him !
phabetical position portend ? if I could make that re-
Sir To. O, ay! make up that:-heis now at a cold scent.
Fab. Did not I say, he would work it out? the cur is sition, being addicted to a melancholy as she is, that it
cannot but turn him into a notable contempt: if you
vene but ( does.
devil of'wit! Fab, And O shall end, I hope.
Sir And. I'll make one too.
(Exeunt. Sir To. Ay, or I'll cudgel him, and make him cry, 0.
A C T III.
1. And see more detraction at your heels, than fortunes be
SCENE I.--Olivia's garden.
TO. of greatness! Some are born great, some achieve I do live at my house, and my house doth stand by the greatness, and some have greatness thrust upon them. church.
and Thy fates open their hands; let thy blood and spirit Vio. So thou may'st say, the king lies by a beggar, if a
To. embrace them! And, to inure thyself to what thou art beggar dwell near him: or, the church stands by thy
2.1 like to be, cast thiy humble slough, and appear fresh! tabor, if thy tabor stand by the church. Be opposite with a kinsman, surly with servants! let Clo.You have said,sir. - To see this age! -A sentence thy tongue tang arguments of state; put thyself into is but a cheveril glove to a good wit; how quickly the trick of singularity! She thus advises thee, that the wrong siste may be turned outward ! sighs for thee. Remember who commended thv yellow Vio. Nay, that’s certain; they that dally nicely with
The fortunate unhappy. words are very rascals, since bonds disgraced them.
Tig yet a postseript. Thou canst not choose but know who husband's the bigger; Iam, indeed, not her fool, but I am. If thou entertainest my love, let it appear in thy her corrupter of words. smiling; thy smiles become thee well: therefore in my V'io. I saw thee late at the count Orsino's. presence still smile, dear my sweet, I pr’ytheef! Jove, Clo. Foolery, sir, does walk about the orb, like the I thank thee. - I will smile; I will do everything that sun; it shines everywhere. I would be sorry, sir, but thou wilt have me.
(Exit. the fool should be as oft with your master, as with my
Vio. Nay, an thou pass upon me, I'll no more with
Clo. Now Jove, in his next commodity of hair, send
Vio. By my troth, I'll tell thee, I am almost sick for Enter MARIA.
one; though I would not have it grow on my chin. Is Sir And, Nor I neither.
thy lady within?
Clo, Would not a pair of these have bred, sir?
Vio. Yes, being kept together, and put to use.
Clo. I would play İord Pandarus of Phrygia, sir, to
Vio. I understand you, sir ; 'tis well begg'd.
Clo. The matter, I hope, is not great, sir, begging but
say, element; but the word is over-woru. [Exit. Mar. If you will then see the fruits of the sport, mark | Vio. This fellow's wise enough to play the fool; his first approach before my lady: he will come to her And, to do that well, craves a kind of wit: in yellow stockings, and 'tis a colour she abhors; and He must observe their mood, on whom he jests, cross-gartered, a fashion she detests; and he will smile The quality of persons, and the time; npon her, which will now be so unsuitable to her dispon. And, like the haggard, check at every feather
Tio. Oli. Vio Oli.