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My father had a daughter loved a man,
As it might be, perhaps, were I a woman,
I should your lordship.
Duke. And what's her history?

Vio. A blank, my lord: She never told her love,
But let concealment, like a worm i' the bud,
Feed on her damask cheek: she pined 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.*

[Exeunt.

SCENE V.-Olivia's Garden.
Enter SIR TOBY BELCH, SIR ANDREW AGUE-CHEEK, and

FABIAN.
Sir To. Come thy ways, Signior Fabian.

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

Sir To. Wouldst 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 villain :-How now, my nettle of India ?

Mar. Get ye all three into the box-tree: Malvolio's coming down this walk; he has been yonder 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,t it should be one of my complexion. * Denial.

Love.

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. O, peace! Contemplation makes a rare turkey-cock of him; how he jets* 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 blowst him.

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

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, where I left Olivia sleeping:

Sir To. Fire and brimstone!
Fab. O, peace, peace!

Mal. And then to have the humour of state: and after a demure travel of regard,-telling them, I know my place, as I would they should do theirs,-to ask for my kinsman Toby:

Sir To. Bolts and shackles !
Fab. O, peace, peace, peace ! now, now.

Mal. 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 to me:

Sir To. Shall this fellow live ?

Fab. Though our silence be drawn from us with ears, 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 fool-
ish 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.
* Struts,

TM Puffs him up.
1 State chair.

I Couch.

Fab. Now is the woodcock near the gin.

Sir To: 0, peace ! and the spirit of humours intimate reading aloud to him !

Mal. By my life, this is my lady's hand: these be her very C's, her U's, and her Ts; and thus makes she her great P's. It is, in contempt of question, her hand.

Sir And. Her cos, her U's, and her T's: Why that? Mal. (Reads] To the unknown beloved, this, and my good wishes : her very phrases !-By your leave, wax.-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, 0, A, T, 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 stannyelt checksI 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 something in me, --Softly !-M, 0, 4, 1.

Sir To. O, ay! make up that :-he is now at a cold scent.
Fab. Sowter & will cry upon't, for all this, though it be as rank
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 o does.

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

Fab. Ay, an you had any eye behind you, you might see more detraction at your heels, than fortunes before you.

Mal. M, 0, 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 is in my name. Soit; here follows prose. If * Badger.

+ Hawk. #Flies at it.

Name of a hound.

as a fox.

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,* 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. Daylight and champiant, discovers not more: this is open. I will be proud, I will read politic authors, I will baffle Sir Toby, I will wash off gross acquaintance, I will be point-device, I the very man. I do not now fool myself, to let imagination jade me; for every reason excites to this, that my lady loves me. She did commend my yellow stockings of late, she did praise my leg being cross-gartered; and in this she manifests herself to my love, and, with a kind of injunction, drives me to these habits of her liking. I thank my stars, I am happy. I will be strange, stout, in yellow stockings, and cross-gartered, even with the swiftness of putting on. Jove and my stars be praised !-Here is yet a postscript. Thou canst not choose but know who I am. If thou entertainest my love, let it appear in thy smiling; thy smiles become thee well: therefore in my presence still smile, dear my sweet, I prythee. Jove, I thank thee. I will smile, I will do everything that thou wilt have me.

[Exit. Fab. I will not give my part of this sport for a pension of thousands to be paid from the Sophy.

Sir To. I could marry this wench for this device.
Sir And. So could I too.

Sir To. And ask no other dowry with her, but such another jest.

Enter MARIA,
Sir And. Nor I neither.
Fab. Here comes my noble gull-catcher.
Sir To. Wilt thou set thy foot o' my neck ?
Sir And. Or o'mine either?

Sir To. Shall I play my freedom at tray-trip, and become thy bond-slave ?

Sir And. I'faith, or I either?

Sir To. Why, thou hast put him in such a dream, that, when the image of it leaves him, he must run mad.

Mar. Nay, but say true; does it work upon him?
Sir To. Like aqua-vitæ with a midwife.
Mar. If you will then see the fruits of the sport, mark his first

* Skin of a snake.

Utmost exactness,

† Open country.
$ A boy's diversion, three and trip,

approach before my lady: he will come to her in yellow stockings, and 'tis a colour she abhors; and cross-gartered, a fashion she detests; and he will smile upon her, which will now be so unsuitable to her disposition, being addicted to a melancholy as she is, that it cannot but turn him into a notable contempt: if you will see it, follow me.

Sir To. To the gates of Tartar, thou most excellent devil of wit! Sir And. I'll make one too.

[Exeunt,

ACT III.
SCENE 1.-Olivia's Garden.

Enter VIOLA, and Clown with a tabor. Vio. Save thee, friend, and thy music: Dost thou live by thy tabor ?

Clo. No, Sir, I live by the church.
Vio. Art thou a churchman ?

Clo. No such matter, Sir; I do live by the church: for I do live at my house, and my house doth stand by the church.

Vio. So thou mayst say, the king lies* by a beggar, if a beggar dwell near him: or the church stands by thy tabor, if thy tabor stand by the church.

Clo. You have said, Sir.-To see this age ! -A sentence is but a cheverilt glove to a good wit; How quickly the wrong side may be turned outward !

Vio. Nay, that's certain; they that dally nicely with words, may quickly make them wanton.

Člo. I would, therefore, my sister had had no name, Sir.
Vio. Why, man?

Clo. Why, Sir, her name's a word; and to dally with that word, might make my sister wanton: But, indeed, words are very rascals, since bonds disgraced them.

Vio. Thy reason, man?

Clo. Troth, Sir, I can yield you none without words; and words are grown so false, I am loath to prove reason with them.

Vio. I warrant, thou art a merry fellow, and carest for nothing.

Clo. Not so, Sir, I do care for something: but in my conscience, Sir, I do not care for you; if that be to care for nothing, Sir, I would it would make you invisible.

Vio. Art not thou the lady Olivia's fool?

Clo. No, indeed, Sir; the lady Olivia has no folly: she will keep no fool, Sir, till she be married; and fools are as like husbands as pilchards are to herrings, the husbands the bigger; I am, indeed, not her fool, but her corrupter of words.

Vio. I saw thee late at the count Orsino's.

Clo. Foolery, Sir, does walk about the orb, like the sun; it shines everywhere. I would be sorry, Sir, but the fool should

* Dwells.

† Kid.

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