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Sir To. What fhall we do elfe? were we not born under Taurus?

Sir And. Taurus ? that's fides and heart". Sir To. No, Sir, it is legs and thighs. thee caper; ha! higher: ha, ha!

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SCENE V.

Changes to the Palace.

Let me fee excellent. [Exeunt.

Enter Valentine, and Viola in man's attire, Val. TF the Duke continue thefe favours towards you, Cefario, you are like to be much advanc'd; he hath known you but three days, and already you are no ftranger.

Vio. You either fear his humour, or my negligence, that you call in question the continuance of his love. Is he inconftant, Sir, in his favours?

Val. No, believe me.

Enter Duke, Curio, and Attendants.

Vio. I thank you: here comes the Duke.
Duke. Who faw Cefario, hoa?

Vio. On your attendance, my Lord, here.
Duke. Stand you a-while aloof.-Cefario,
Thou know'ft no lefs, but all: I have unclafp'd
To thee the book even of my fecret foul.
Therefore, good youth, address thy gate unto her;
Be not deny'd accefs, ftand at her doors,
And tell them, there thy fixed foot fhall grow,
'Till thou have audience.

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fections of particular parts of the body, to the predominance of particular conftellations.

If the be fo abandon'd to her forrow

As it is fpoke, the never will admit me.

Duke. Be clamorous, and leap all civil bounds, Rather than make unprofited return.

Vio. Say, I do fpeak with her, my Lord; what then? Duke. O, then, unfold the paffion of my love, Surprize her with difcourfe of my dear faith; It shall become thee well to act my woes; She will attend it better in thy youth, Than in a Nuncio of more grave afpect. Vio. I think not fo, my Lord.

Duke. Dear lad, believe it:

For they fhall yet belie thy happy years,
That fay, thou art a mana Diana's lip
Is not more fmooth and rubious; thy fmall pipe
Is as the maiden's organ, thrill, and found,
And all is femblative-a Woman's part
I know, thy Conftellation is right apt

For this affair.-Some four or five attend him;
All, if you will; for I myself am best

When leaft in company. Profper well in this,
And thou shalt live as freely as thy Lord,
To call his fortunes thine.

Vio. I'll do my best.

To woo your Lady; [Exit Duke.] yet, a barful ftrife! Who-e'er I woo, myself would be his wife. [Exeunt.

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SCENE VI.

Changes to Olivia's Houfe.

Enter Maria and Clown.

AY, either tell me where thou hast been, or I will not open my lips fo wide as a

a woman's part.] That is, thy proper part in a play would be a woman's. Wo

men were then perfonated by boys.

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bristle may enter, in way of thy excufe; my Lady will hang thee for thy abfence.

Clo. Let her hang me; he that is well hang'd in this world, needs fear no colours.

Mar. Make that good.

Clo. He shall fee none to fear. :

Mar. A good lenten answer: I can tell thee where that faying was born, of, I fear no colours. Clo. Where, good miftrefs Mary?

Mar. In the wars, and that may you be bold to fay in your foolery.

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Clo. Well, God give them wisdom that have it; and thofe that are fools, let them ufe their talents.

Mar. Yet you will be hang'd for being fo long ab fent, or be turn'd away is not that as good as a hanging to you!

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Clo. Marry, a good hanging prevents a bad marriage; and for turning away, let fummer bear it out. Mar. You are refolute then?

Clo. Not fo neither, but I am refoly'd on two points. the other will hold; or,

Mar. That if one break m

if both break, your gafkins fall.

Clo. Apt, in good faith; very apt well, go thy way, if Sir Toby would leave drinking, thou wert as witty a piece of Eve's flefh as any in Illyria.

Mar. Peace, you rogue, no more o' that; here comes my Lady; make your excufe wifely, you were beft. [Exit:

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Enter Olivia, and Malvolio.

Clo, Wit, and't be thy will, put me into a good fooling! thofe wits, that think they have thee, do very oft prove fools; and I, that am fure I lack thee,

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may pafs for a wife man. For what fays Quinapalus, Better be a witty fool than a foolish wit. God blefs thee, Lady!

Oli. Take the fool away.

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Clo. Do you not hear, fellows? take away the Lady. Oli. Go to, y'are a dry fool; I'll no more of you; befides, you grow dishonest...

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Clo. Two faults, Madona, that drink and good counsel will amend; for give the dry fool drink, then is the fool not dry: Bid the dishonest man mend himfelf; if he mend, he is no longer dishoneft; if he canriot, let the botcher mend him. Any thing, that's mended, is but patch'd; virtue, that tranfgreffes, is but patch'd with fin; and fin, that amends, is but patch'd with virtue. If that this fimple fyllogifm will ferve, fo; if it will not, what remedy? as there is no true cuckold but calamity, fo beauty's a flower: the Lady bade take away the fool, therefore, I fay again, take her away.

Oli. Sir, I bade them take away you.

Clo. Mifprifion in the highest degree.-Lady, Cucullus non facit monachum; that's as much as to fay, I wear not motley in my brain: good Madona, give me leave to proye you a fool.

Oli. Can you do it?

Clo. Dexterously, good Madona.

Oli. Make your proof.

Clo. I muft catechize you for it, Madona; good my mouse of virtue, anfwer me.

Oli. Well, Sir, for want of other idlenefs, I'll bide your proof.

Clo. Good Madona, why mourn'ft thou?
Oli. Good fool, for my brother's death.
Clo. I think, his foul is in hell, Madona.

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Oli. I know his foul is in heav'n, fool.

Clo. The more fool you, Madona, to mourn for your brother's foul being in heav'n: take away the Fool, Gentlemen.

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Oli. What think you of this fool, Malvolio, doth he not mend?

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Mal. Yes, and fhall do, 'till the pangs of death fhake him. Infirmity, that decays the wife, doth ever make better the fool.

Clo. God fend you, Sir, a speedy infirmity, for the better increasing your folly! Sir Toby will be fworn, that I am no fox; but he will not pafs his word for two pence, that you are no fool.

Oli. How fay you to that, Malvolio?

Mal. I marvel, your Ladyfhip takes delight in such a barren rascal; I faw him put down the other day with an ordinary fool, that has no more brain than a ftone. Look you now, he's out of his guard already; unless you laugh and minifter occafion to him, he is gagg'd. I proteft, I take thefe wife men that crow fo at these fet kind of fools, no better than the fools' Zanies.

b Oli. O, you are fick of felf-love, Malvolio, and tafte with a diftemper'd appetite. To be generous, guiltlefs, and of free difpofition, is to take thofe things for bird-bolts that you deem cannon-bullets: there is no flander in an allow'd fool, though he do nothing but rail; nor no railing in a known difcreet man, though he do nothing but repove.

Clo. Now Mercury indue thee with leafing, for thou speak'ft well of fools!

9 Now Mercury indue thee with LEASING, for thou speak ft well of fools!] This is a ftupid blunder. We fhould read, with PLEASING, .e. With eloquence, make thee a gracious and power

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ful fpeaker, for Mercury was the God of orators as well as cheats. But the firft Editors, who did not understand the phrafe, indue thee with pleafing, made this foolish correction; more excufable,

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