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Oli. What meanest thou by that, Malvolio? Sir To. Why, how now,my bawcock? how dost thou,
Mal. Some are born great, —

Mal. Sir?

chuck? Oli. Ha?

Sir To. Ay, Biddy, come with me. What, man!’tis Mal. Some achieve greatness,

not for gravity to play at cherry-pit with Satan! Hang Oli. What says't thou ?

him, foul collier! Mal. And some have greatness thrust upon them. Mar. Get him to say his prayers; good sir Toby, get Oli. Heaven restore thee!

him to pray! Mal. Remember, who commended thy yellow stock- Mal. My prayers, minx? Oli. Thy yellow stockings?


-Mar. No, I warrant you, he will not hear of godliness.
Mal. And wished to see thee cross-gartered. Mal. Go, hang yourselves all! you are idle shallow
Oli. Cross-gartered?

things: I am not of your element; you shall know more
. Go to; thou art mode, if thou desirest to be so;- hereafter.

Oli, Am I made ?

Sir To. Is't possible?
Mal. If not, let me see thee a servant still.

Fab. If this were played upon a stage now, I could
Oli, Why, this is very midsummer madness. condemnit as an improbable fiction.
Enter Servant.

Sir To. His very genius hath taken the infection of
Ser. Madam, the young gentleman of the count Or- the device, man.
sino's is returned; I could hardly entreat him back: he Mar. Nay,pursue him now; lest the device take air,
your ladyship’s pleasure.

and taint. Oli. I'll come to him.[Exit Servant.]Good Maria, let Fab. Why, we shall make him mad, indeed! this fellow be looked to. Where's my cousin Toby? Mar. The house will be the quieter. Let some of my people have a special care of him; I Sir To. Come, we'll have him in a dark room, and would not have him miscarry for the halfof my dowry. bound. My niece is already in the belief,that he is mad;

[Exeunt Olivia and Maria. we may carry it thus, for our pleasure, and his penance, Mal. Oh, ho! do you come near me now? no worse till our very pastime, tired out of breath, prompt us to man than sir Toby to look to me?This concurs directly have mercy on him : at which time, we will bring the with the letter: she sends him on purpose, that I may device to the bar, and crown thee for a fuder of madappear stubborn to him ; for she incites me to that in men. But see, but see! the letter. Cast thy humble slough, says she; - be

Enter Sir ANDREW AGUE-CHEEK. opposite with a kinsmon, surly with servants,- let thy Fab. More matter for a May mo

morning. tongue tang with arguments of state, - put thyself Sir And. Here's the challenge, read it; I warrant, into the trick of singularity ;-and, consequently,sets there's vinegar and pepper in’t. down the manuer how; as, a sad face, a reverend car- Fab. Is't so saucy? riage, a slow tongue, in the habit of some sir of note, Sir And. Ay, is it, I warrant him: do but read. and so forth. I have limed her; but it is Jove's doing, Sir To. Give me. (Reads.) Youth, whatsvever thou and Jove make me thankful! And, when she went away art, thou art but a scurvy fellow. now, Let this fellow be looked to : fellow! not Mal- Fab. Good, and valiant. volio, nor after my degree, but fellow. Why every Sir To. Wonder not, nor admire not in thy mind, thing adheres together; that no dram of a scruple, no why I do call thee so, for I will show thee no reason scruple of a scruple, no obstacle, no incredulous or for't. unsafe circumstance, What can be said ? Nothing, Fab. A good note: that keeps you from the blow of that can be, can come between me and the full pro- the law. spect of my hopes. Well, Jove, not I, is the doer of this, Sir To. Thou comest to the lady Olivia, and in my and he is to be thanked.

sight she usesthee kindly : but thou liest in thy throat, Re-enter Maria, with Sir Toby Bench, and Faelax. that is not the matter I challenge thee for. Sir To. Which way is he, in the name of sanctity? If Fab. Very brief, and exceeding good senseless. all the devils in hell be drawn in little and Legion him-Sir To. I will way-lay thee going home ; where if it self possessed him, yet I'll speak to him.

be thy chance to kill me,
Fab. Here he is, here he is !-How is't with you, sir?| Fab. Good.
how is't with you, man?

Sir To. Thou killest me like a rogue and a villain.
Mal. Go off; I discard you ; let me enjoy my private; Fab. Still you keep o' the windy side of the law :

Mar. Lo, how hollow the fiend speaks within lim! Sir. To. Fare thee well; and God have mercy upon
did not I tell you ?-Sir Toby, my lady prays you to one of our souls! He may have mercy upon mine; but
have a care of him.

my hope is better, and so look to thyself. Thy friend, Mal. Ah, ha! does she so ?

as thou usest him, and thy sworn enemy. ANDREW Sir To. Go to go to ! peace, peace, we must deal gently AGUE-CHEEK.

let me alone!- How do you, Malvolio? how Sir To. this letter move him not, his legs cannot:
is't with you? What, man ! defy the devil! consider, I'll give't him.
he's an enemy to mankind.

Mar. You may have very fit occasion for't; he is
Mal. Do you know what you say?

now in some commerce with my lady, and will by and
Mar. La you, an you speak ill of the devil, how he by depart.
takes it at heart! Pray God, he be not hewitched ! Sir To. Go, sir Andrew; scout me for him at the
Fab. Carry his water to the wise womau.

corner of the orchard, like a bum-bailiff: so soon as Mar. Marry,aud it shall be done to-morrow morning, ever thou seesthim, draw; and, as thou drawest, swear if I live. My lady would not lose him for more than horrible; for it comes to pass oft, that a terrible oath,

with a swaggering accent sharply twanged off, gives Mal. How now, mistress?

manhood more approbation than ever proof itself Mar. O lord !

would have earned him. Away! Sir To. Pr'yt

hold thy peace; this is not the way! Sir And. Nay, let me alone for swearing! (E.rir. Do you not see you move him? let me alone with him. Sir To. Now will not I deliver his letter: for the be

Fab. No way but gentleness; gently, gently the fiend haviour of the young gentleman gives him out to be of is rough, and will not be roughly used.

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his lord and my niece confirms no less; therefore this what my offence to him ís; it is something of my neletter, being so excellently ignorant, will breed no ter- gligence, nothing of my purpose. ror in the youth, he will find it comes from a clodpole. Sir To. I will do so. -- Signior Fabian, stay you by But, sir, I will deliver his challenge by word of mouth; this gentleman till my return. [Exit Sir Toby. set upon Ague-cheek a notable report of valour; and Vio. Pray you, sir, do you know of this matter? drive the gentleman, (as, I know, his youth will aptly Fab. I know, the knight is incensed against you, even receive it,) into a most hideous opinion of his rage, to a mortal arbitrement; but nothing of the circumskill, fury, and impetuosity. This will so fright them stance more. both, that they will kill one another by the look, like Vio. I beseech yon, what manner of man is he? cockatrices.

Fab. Nothing of that wonderful promise, to read him Enter Olivia and Viola.

by his form, as you are like to find him in the proof of Fab. Here he comes with your niece; give them way, and fatal opposite, that you could possibly have found

his valour. He is, indeed, sir, the most skilful, blondy, till he take leave, and presently after him! Sir To. I will meditate the while upon some horrid will make your peace with him, if I can.

in any part of Myria. Will you walk towards him? I message for a challenge. [Exeuni Sir Toby, Fabian, and Maria. that would rather go with sir priest, than sir knight: I

Vio. I shall be much bound to you for't: I am one, Oli. I have said too much unto a heart of stone,

care not who knows so much of my mettle. (Exeunt. And laid mine honour too unchary out:

Re-enter Sir Toby with Sir ANDREW,
There's something in me, that reproves my fault;
But such a headstrong potent fault it is,

Sir To. Why, man, he's a very devil! I have not seen That it but mocks reproof.

such a virago. I had a pass with him, rapier, scabVio. With the same 'haviour, that your passion bears, bard, and all, and he gives me the stuck-in with

such a

mortal motion, that it is inevitable; and on the anGoon master's griefs.

my Oli. Here, wear this jewel for me, 'tis my picture;

swer,he pays you as surely as your feet hit the ground Refuse it not, it hath notongneto vex you:

they step on. They say, he has been fencer to the so

phy. And, I beseech you, come again to-morrow.

Sir And. Pox on't, I'll not meddle with him!
What shall you ask of me, that I'll deny ;
That honour, sav'd, may upon asking give?

Sir To. Ay, but he will not now be pacified: Fabian Vio. Nothing but this, your true love for my master.

can scarce hold him yonder. Oli. How with mine honour may I give him that,

Sir And. Plagne on’t; an Ithought he had been van Which I have given to you?

liant, and so cunning in fence, I'd have seen him damVio. I will acquit you.

ned ere I'd have challenged him. Let him let the mat

ter slip, and I'll give him my horse, grey Capilet. Oli. Well, come again to-morrow! Fare thee well! A fiend, like thee, might bear my soul to hell. (Exit. Sir To. I'll make the motion : stand here, make a

good show on't; this shall end without the perdition Re-enter Sir Toby BELCH, and FABIAN. of souls: marry, I'll ride your horse as well as I ride Sir To. Gentleman, God save thee,

yout. Vio. And you, sir.

Re-enter Fabiax and VjOLA. Sir To. That defence thou hast, betake thee to't: of I have his horsesto Fab.]to take up the quarrel; I have what nature the wrongs are thou hast done him, I persuaded him the youth's a devil. know not; but thy intercepter, full of despite, bloody Fab. He is as horribly conceited of him; and pants, as the hunter, attends thee at the orchard end: dis- and looks pale, as if a bear were at his heels. mount thy tuck, be yare in thy preparation, for thy Sir To. There's no remedy, sir; he will fight with assailant is quick, skilful, and deadly.

you for his oath sake: marry, he hath better bethought Vio. You mistake, sir; I am sure, no man hath any him of his quarrel, and he finds that now scarce to be quarrel to me; my remembrance is very free and clear worth talking of: therefore draw, forthe

supportance from any image of oflence done to any man.

of his vow; he protests, he will not hurt you. Sir Tu. You'll find it otherwise, I assure your there- Vio. Pray God defend me! A little thing would make fore, if you hold your life at any price, betake you me tell them, how much I lack of a man. to your guard; for your opposite hath in him what

Fab. Give ground, if you see him furious! youth, strength, skill, and wrath, can furnish man Sir To. Come, sir Andrew, there's no remedy; the withal.

gentleman will, for his honour's sake, haveone bont Vio. I pray you, sir, what is he?

with Sir To. He is knight, dubbed with unhacked rapier, promised me, as he is a gentleman and a soldier, he will

yon; he cannot by the duello avoidit: but he has and on carpet consideration; but he is a devil in pri- not hurt you. Come on ; to't. vate brawl: souls and bodies hath he divorced three; Sir And. Pray God he keep his oath!

(Draws. and his incensement at this moment is so implacable, that satisfaction can be rone but by pangs of death

Enter AntoxIO. and sepulchre: hob, nob, is his word; give't, or take'l. Vio. I do assure you, 'tis against my will. [Draws.

Vio. I will return again into the honse, and desire) Ant. Put up your sword:- if this young gentleman some conduct of the lady. I am no fighter, I have heard Have done offence, I take the fault on me; of some kind of men, that put quarrels porposely If you offend him, I for him defy you. (Drawing on others, to taste their valour: belike, this is a man

Sir To. You, sir? why, what are you? of that quirk.

Ant. One, sir, that for his love dares yet do more, Sir To. Sir, no; his indignation derives itself out of Than you have heard him brag to you he will. a very competent injury; therefore, get you on, and Sir To. Nay, if you be an undertaker, I am for you. give him his desire! Back you shall not to the house,

Draws. unless you undertake that with me,which with as much

Enter two Officers. safety you might answ

swer him: therefore, on, or strip Fab. O good sir Toby, hold, here come the officers, your sword stark naked; for meddle you must, l'at's Sir To. I'll be with you anon.

{To Antonio certain, or forswear to wear iron about you.

Vio. Pray, sir, put up your sword, if you please. Vio. This is as uncivil, as strange. I beseech you, do me this courteous office, as to know of the knight! Sir. And. Marry, will I, sir; - and, for that I pro

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yon, I'll be as good as my word: he will bear Sir To. Do, cuf him soundly, but never draw thy you easily, and reins well.

sword. 107. This is the man; do thy office.

Sir And. An I do not,

(Exit. 20. Antonio, I arrest thee at the suit

Fab. Come, let's see the event.
Of count Orsino,

Sir To. I dare lay any money, 'twill be nothing yet.
Ans. You do mistake me, sir.

10ff. No, sir, nojot; I know your favour well,
Though now you have no sea-cap on your head.

Take him away! he knows, I know him well.
Ant. I must obey.--This comes with seeking you; SCENE I.— The Street before Olivia's house.
But there's no remedy; I shall answer it.

Enter SEBASTIAN and Clown.
What will you do? Now x necessity

Clo. Will you make me believe, that I am not sent
Makes me to ask yon for my purse: it grieves me

for you?
Much more, for what I cannot do for you,

Seb. Go to, go to, thou art a foolish fellow! Let
Than what befalls myself. You stand amaz’d; me be clear of thee!
But be of comfort !

Clo. Well held out, i'faith! No, I do not kuow you; 201. Come, sir, away!

nor I am not sent to you by my lady, to bid you come Ant. I must entreat of you some of that money. speak with her; nor your name is not master Cesario; Pio. What money, sir ?

nor this is not my nose neither. — Nothing, that is so,
For the fair kindness you have show'd me here,
And, part, being prompted by your present trouble, Seb. I pr’ythee, vent thy folly somewhere else!
Out of my lean and low ability

Thou know'st not me.
I'll lend you something: my having is not much;

Clo. Vent my folly! He has heard that word of some
I'll make division of my present with you:

great man, and now applies it to a fool, Vent my folly! Hold, there is halfmy coffer.

I am afraid this great lubber, the world, will prove a Ant. Will you deny me now?

cockney. - I pr’ythee now, ungird thy strangeness, and Is't possible, that my deserts to you

tell me, what I shall vent to my lady; shallI vent to Can lack persuasion? Do not tempt my misery, her, that thou art coming? Lest that it make me souosound a man,

Seb. I pr’ythee, foolish Greek, depart from me;
As to upbraid you with those kindnesses

There's money for thee; if you tarry longer,
That I have done for you.

I shall give worse payment.
Vio. I know of none;

Clo. By my troth, thou hast an open hand! – These
Nor know I you by voice, or any feature:

wise men, that give fools money,get themselves a good I hate iogratitude more in a man,

report after fourteen years purchase.
Than lying, vainness, babbling, drunkenness,

Enter Sir Andrew, Sir Toby, and Fabrax.
Or any taint of vice, whose strong corruption
Inhabits our frail blood.

Sir And. Now, sir, have I met you again? there's for
Ant. O Heavens themselves!


[Striking Sebastian. 200: Come, sir, I pray you, go.

Seb. Why, there's for thee, and there, and there! Ant. Let me speak a little. This youth, that you are all the people mad? [Beating Sir Andrew. see here,

Sir To. Hold, sir, or I'll throw your dagger o'er the Isnatch'd one half out of the jaws ofdeath;

house! Reliev'd him with such sanctity of love,

Clo. This will I tell my lady straight: I would not be And to his image, which, methought, did promise

in some of yor coats for two-pence.

[Exit Clown. Most venerable worth, did I devotion.

Sir To. Come on, sir; hold. [Holding Sebastian. 10ff . What's that tous? The time goes by, away!

Sir And. Nay, let him alone, I'll go another way to Ant. But, 0, how vile an idol proves this god!

work with him ; I'll have an action of battery against Thou hast, Sebastian, done good feature shame.

him, if there be any law in Illyria: though I struck him In nature there's no blemish, but the mind;

first, yet it's no matter for that.
None can be call'd deform’d, but the unkind:

Seb. Let go thy hand!
Virtue is beauty; but the beauteous-evil

Sir To. Come, sir, I will not let you go. Come, my
Are empty truoks, o'erflourish'd by the devil. young soldier, put up your iron: you are well fleshed;
10f1: The man grows mad; away with him ! come on!
Come, come, sir.

Seb. I will be free from thee. What would'st thou
Ant. Lead me on.

now? [Exeunt Officers with Antonio. Vio. Methinks, his words do from such passion fly, If thou dar’st tempt me further, draw thy sword! That he believes himself; so do not I.

(Draws. Prove trie, imagination, 0, prove true,

Sır To. What, what? Nay, then I must have an ounce That I, dear brother, be now ta'en for you!

or two of his malapert blood from you. (Draws. Sir To. Come hither, knight; come hither, Fabian ;

we'll whisper o'er a couplet or two of most sage saws. Oli. Hold, Toby; on thy life, I charge thee, hold!
Vio. Henam'd Sebastian; I my brother know Sir To. Madam?
Yet living in my glass; even such, and so,

Oli. Will it be ever thus? Ungracious wretch,
In favour was my brother; and he went

Fit for the mountains, and the barbarous caves,
Still in this fashion, colour, ornament,

Where manners ne'er were preach'd! out of my
For him I imitate: 0, if it prove,

Tempests are kind, and salt waves fresh in love! (Exit. Be not offended, dear Cesario :--

Sir To. A very dishonest paltry boy, and more a Rudesby, be gone! I pr’thee, gentle friend,
coward than a hare: his dishonesty appears in leaving (Exeunt Sir Toby, Sir Andrew, and Fabian.
his friend here in necessity, and denying him; and for Let thy fair wisdom, not thy passion, sway
his cowardship, ask Fabian.

In this uncivil and unjust extent
Fab. A coward, a most devout coward, religious in it. Against thy peace! Go with me to my house;
Sir And. 'Slid, I'll after him again, and beat him. And hear thou there, how many truitless pranks

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This ruffian hath botch'd up, that thou thereby thou dispossess the soul of thy grandam. Fare thee
May'st smile at this: thou shalt not choose but go; well,
Do not deny! Beshrew his soul for me,

Mal. Sir Topas, sir Topas,
He started one poor heart of mine in thee,

Sir To. My most exquisite sir Topas !
Seb. Whatrelish is in this ? how runs the stream? Clo. Nay, I am for all waters.
Or I am mad, or else this is a dream:

Mar. Thou might'st have done this without thy Let fancy still my sense in Lethe steep ;

beard, and gown; he sees thee not. Ifit be thus to dream, still let me sleep!

Sir To. To him in thine own voice and bring me word Oli. Nay, come, I prythee: 'would thou'dst be rul'd how thou findest him: I would, we were well rid of Seb, Madam, I will.

by me! this knavery. If he may be conveniently delivered, I Oli. O, say so, and so be!

[Exeunt. would he were; for I am now so far in offence with my SCENE II.- Aroom in Olivia's house. niece, that I cannot pursue with any safety this sport Enter Maria and Clown.

to the upshot. Come by and by to my chamber. Mar. Nay, I pr’ythee, put on this gown, and this

[Exeunt Sir Toby and Maria. beard; make him believe, thon art sir Topas the cu- Clo. Hey Robin, jolly Robin, rate; do it quickly: I'll call sir Toby the whilst.

Tell me how thy lady does. (Singing

[Exit Maria. Mal. Fool, Clo. Well, I'll put it on, and I will dissemble myself Clo. My lady is unkind, perdy. in't; and I would I were the first, that ever dissembled Mal, Fool, in such a gown. I am not fat enough to become the Clo. Alas, why is she 80 ? function well; nor lean enough to be thought a good Mal. Fool, I say; student: but to be said, an honest man, and a good Clo. She loves another-Who calls, ha ? housekeeper, goes as fairly, as to say, a careful man, Mal, Good fool, as ever thou wilt deserve well at my and a great scholar. The competitors enter.

hand, help me to a candle, and pen, ink, and paper: as Enter Sir Toby BELCI and Maria.

I am a gentleman, I will live to be thankful to thee for't. Sir To. Joye bless thee, master parson!

Clo. Master Malvolio! Clo. Bonos dies, sir Toby: for as the old hermit of Mal, Ay, good fool. Prague, that never saw pen and ink, very wittily said to Clo. Alas, sir, how fell you besides your five wits? a niece of king Gorboduc, That, that is, is: so I, being Mal. Fool, there was never man so notoriously abmaster parson,am master parson: for what is that, but used: I am as well in my wits, fool, as thou art. that? and is, but is?

Clo. But as well ? then you are mad, indeed, if you Sir To. To him, sir Topas.

be no better in your wits than a fool. Clo. What, hoa, I say,– Peace in this prison ! Mal. They have here propertied me; keep me in Sir To. The knave counterfeits well ; a good knave. darkness, send ministers to me, asses, and do all they Mal. (in an inner chamber.] Who calls there? can to face me out of my wits. Clo. Sir Topas, the curate, who comes to visit Mal- Clo. Advise you what you say; the minister is here.volio, the lunatic.

Malvolio, Malvolio, thy wits the heavens restore ! enMal. Sir Topas, sir Topas, good sir Topas, go to my deavour thyself to sleep, and leave thy vain bibble lady.

babble. clo. Out, hyperbolical fiend! how vexest thou this Mal. Sir Topas, man? talkest thon nothing but of ladies ?

Clo. Maintain no words with him, good fellow. – Sir To. Well said, master parson.

Who, I, sir ? not I, sir. God b'wi’you, good sir Topas. Mal. Sir Topas, never was man thus wronged: good - Marry, amen.--I will, sir, I will. sir Topas, do not think, I am mad; they have laid me Mal, Fool, fool, fool, I say, here in hideous darkness,

Clo. Alas, sir, be patient. What say you, sir? I am Clo. Fye, thon dishonest Sathan! I call thee by the shent for speaking to you, most modest terms; for I am one of those gentle ones, Mal. Good fool, help me to some light, and some that will use the devil himself with courtesy: say'st paper; Jtell thee, I am as well in my wits, as any man thou, that house is dark?

in Illyria. Mal. As hell, sir Topas.

Clo. Well-a-day,—that you were, sir! Clo. Why, it hath bay-windows transparent as bar- Mal. By this hand, I am! Good fool, some ink, paper, ricadoes, and the clear stones towards the sonth-north and light, and convey what I will set down to my lady; are as lustrous as ebony; and yet complainest thou of it shall advantage thee more, than ever the bearing of obstruction !

letter did, Mal. I am not mad, sir Topas; I say to you, this Clo. I will help you to't. But tell me true, are you house is dark.

not mad indeed? or do you but connterfeit? , Clo. Madman, thou errest: I say, there is no dark- Mal, Believe me, I am not; I tell thee true. ness, but ignorance; in which thou art more puzzled, / Clo. Nay, I'll ne'er believe a madman, till I see his than the Egyptians in their fog.

brains. I will fetch you light, and paper, and ink. Mal. I say, this house is as dark as ignorance, though Mal. Fool, l'Il requite it in the highest degree: I ignorance were as dark as hell; and I say, there was pr’ythee, be gone. never man thus abused : { am no more mad than you Cio. I am gone, sir, are; make the trial of it in any constant question.

And anon, sir, Clo. What is the opinion of Pythagoras, concerning

I'll be with you again, wild-fowl?

In a trice, Mal. That the soul of our grandam might haply in

Like to the old vice, habit a bird.

Your need to sustain ; Clo. What thinkest thou of his opinion?

Who with dagger of lath, Mal. I think nobly of the soul, and no way approve In his rage and his wrath, his opinion.

Cries, ah, ha! to the devil! Clo. Fare thee well! Remain thou still in darkness :

Like a mad lad, thou shalt hold the opinion of Pythagoras, ere I will Pare thy nails, dad, allow of thy wits; and fear to kill a woodcock, lesti

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SCENE III.- Olivia's garden.

Clo. But that it would be double-dealing, sir, I would

you could make it another.
Seb. This is the air; that is the glorious sun; Duke. 0, you give me ill counsel.
This pearl she gave me, I do feel't, and see't:

Clo. Put your grace in your pocket, sir, for this once,
And though 'tis wonder that enwraps me thus, and let your flesh and blood obeyit.
Yet'tis not madness. Where's Antonio then ?

Duke. Well, I will be so much a sinner to be a double-
I could not find him at the Elephant:

dealer; there's another.
Yet there he was; and there I found this credit, Clo. Primo, secundo, tertio, is a good play; and the
That he did range the town to seek me out.

old saying is, the third pays for all: the triplex, sir, is
His counsel now mightdo me golden service: a good tripping measure; or the bells of St Bennet, sir,
Forthough my soul disputes well with my sense, may put you in mind: one, two, three.
That this may be some error, but no madness, Duke. You can fool no more money out of me at this
Yet doth this accident and flood of fortune

throw: if you will let your lady know, I am here to So far exceed all instance, all discourse,

speak with her, and bring her along with you, it may That I am ready to distrust mine eyes,

awake my bounty further. And wrangle with my reason, that persuades me Clo. Marry, sir, lullaby to your bounty, till I come To any other trust, but that I am mad,

again. Igo, sir; but I would not have you to think, Or else the lady’s mad; yet, if 'twere so,

that my desire of having is the sin of covetousness: bat, She could not sway her house, command her followers, as you say, sir, let your bounty take a nap, I will awake Take, and give back, affairs, and their despatch,

it anon,

[Exit Clown. With such a smooth, discreet, and stable bearing,

Enter Antonio and officers.
As, I perceive, she does: there's something in't, Vio. Here comes the man, sir, that did rescue me.
That is deceivable. But here comes the lady.

Duke. That face of his I do remember well;
Enter Olivia and a Priest.

Yet, when I saw it last, it was besmear'd
Oli Blame not this haste of mine! If you mean well,

As black as Vulcan, in the smoke of war :
go with me, and with this holy man,

A bawbling vessel was he captain of, Into the chantry by: there, before hini,

For shallow draught, and bulk, unprizable; And underneath that consecrated roof,

With which such scathful grapple did he make Plight me the full assurance of your faith;

With the most noble bottom of our fleet, That my most jealous and too doubtful soul

That very envy, and the tongue of loss, May live at peace! He shall conceal it,

Cry'd fame and honour on him.-What's the matter? Whiles you are willing it shall come to note;

1 0ff. Orsino, this is that Autonio, What time we will our celebration keep

That took the Phoenix, and her fraught, from Candy; According to my birth.-What do you say?

And this is he, that did the Tiger board, Seb. I'll follow this good man, and


When your young nephew Titus lost his leg: And, having sworn truth, ever will be true.

Here in the streets, desperate of shame, and state, Oli. Then lead the way, good father; and hea- In private brabble did we apprehend him. vens so shine,

Vio. He did me kindness, sir; drew on my side; That they may fairly note this act of mine! [Exeunt. But, in conclusion, put strange speech upon me,

I know not what’twas, but distraction.

Duke. Notable pirate! thou salt-waterthief!
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What foolish boldness brought thee to their mercies,

Whom thou, in terms so bloody, and so dear,
SCENEI.-The street before Olivia's house. Hast made thine enemies?
Enter Clown and FABIAN.

Ant. Orsino, noble sir,
Fab. Now, as thou lovest me, let me see his letter. Be pleas'd that I shake off these names you give me ;
Clo. Good master Fabian, grant me another request. Antonio never yet was thief, or pirate,
Fab. Any thing

Though, I confess, on base and ground enough,
Clo. Do not desire to see this letter.

Orsino's enemy. A witchcraft drew me hither : Pab. That is, to give a dog, and, in recompense, de- That most ungrateful boy there, by your side, sire my dog again.

From the rude sea's enrag'd and foamy mouth
Enter Duke, Viola, and Attendants. Did I redeem; a wreck past hope he was :
Duke. Belong you to the lady Olivia, friends ? IIis life i gave him, and did thereto add
Clo. Ay, sir; we are some of her trappings. My love, without retention, or restraint,
Duke. I know thee well. How dost thou, my good all his in dedication : for his sake,

Did I expose myself, pure for his love, Clo. Truly, sir, the better for my foes, and the worse Into the danger of this adverse town; for my friends.

Drew to defend him, when he was beset:
Duke. Just the contrary; the better for thy friends. Where being apprehended, his false cunning,
Clo, No, sir, the worse.

(Not meaning to partake with me in danger,) Duke. How can that be?

Taught him to face me out of his acquaintance, Clo. Marry, sir, they praise me, and make an ass of And grew a twenty-years-removed thing, me; now, my foes tell me plainly I am an ass: so that While one would wink; denied me mide own purse, by my foes,sir,I proht in the knowledge of myself; and Which I had recommended to his use by my friends I am abused: so that, conclusions to be Not half an hour before. as kisses, if your four negatives make your two affir- Vio. How can this be? matives, whý, then the worse for my friends, and the Duke. When came he to this town? better for my foes.

Ant. To-day, my lord; and for three months before, Duke. Why this is excellent !

(No interim, not a minute's vacancy,) Clo. By my troth, sir, no ; though it please yon to be Both day and night did we keep company. one of my friends.

Enter Olivia and Attendants. Duke. Thou shalt not be the worse for me; there's Duke. Here comes the countess; now heaven walks gold.

on earth.

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