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

Vio. Say, I do fpeak with her, my Lord; what then t
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 aspect.
Vio. I think not fo, my Lord.
Duke. Dear lad, believe it:

For they shall yet belie thy happy years,
That fay, thou art a man: Diana's lip

Is not more smooth and rubious; thy small pipe
Is as the maiden's organ,, fhrill, and found,
And all is femblative a woman's part..

I know, thy conftellation is right apt
For this affair: fome four or five attend him; ‹
All, if you will; for I my felf am best

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

Vio. I'll do my best

To woo your Lady; yet, a barful ftrife!

Who-e'er I woo, myfelf would be his wife. [Exeunt.

SCENE changes to Olivia's Houfe.

Enter Maria and Clown.

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Mar.. NAY, either tell me where thou haft been, or I will not open my lips fo wide as briftle 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 fhall fee none to fear.

Mar. A good lenten anfwer: I can tell thee wherethat faying was born, of, I fear no colours.

Cle. Where, good mittrefs Mary?

Mar

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

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 abfent, or be turned away; is not that as good as a hanging to you?

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 refolv'd on two points.

Mar. That if one break, the other will hold; or, 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 flesh as any in Illyria.

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

Enter Olivia, and Malvolio.

Clo. Wit, and't be thy will, put me into good fooling! thofe wits, that think they have thee, do very oft prove fools; and I, that am fure I lack thee, may pass for a wife man. For what fays Quinapalus, bet ter a witty fool than a foolish wit. God bless thee, Lady!

Oli. Take the fool away..

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.

Clo. Two faults, Madona, that drink and good counfel will amend; for give the dry fool drink, then is the fool not dry: bid the difhoneft man mend himself; if he mend, he is no longer difhoneft; if he cannot, 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

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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.

Ch. 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 prove you a fool.

Oli. Can you do it?

Cla. Dexteroufly, good Madona.
Oli. Make your proof.

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

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

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

Oli. What think you of this fool, Malvolio, doth hẹ pot mend?

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

Clo. God fend you, Sir, a speedy infirmity, for the better increafing 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 fuch a barren rafcal; I faw him put down the other day with an ordinary fool, that has no more brain than a one. Look you now, he's out of his guard already; unless you laugh and minister occafion to him, he is gagg'd. I proteft, I take these wife men, that crow fo at thefe fet kind of fools, no better than the fools Zanies.

Oli. O, you are fick of self-love, Malvolio, and tafte with a diffemper'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 reprove.

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

Enter Maria.

Mar. Madam, there is at the gate a young gentleman, much defires to speak with you.

Oli. From the Count Orfina, is it?

Mar. I know not, Madam, 'tis a fair young man, and well attended.

Oli. Who of my people hold him in delay ?
Mar. Sir Toby, Madam, your uncle.

Oli. Fetch him off, I pray you, he speaks nothing but madman fy on him! Go you, Malvolio; if it be a fuit from the Count, I am fick, or not at home: What you will, to difmifs it. [Exit Malvolio.] Now you fee, Sir, how your fooling grows old, and people diflike it.

Clo. Thou haft spoke for us, Madona, as if thy eldeft fon fhould be a fool, whofe feull Jove cram with brains, for here comes one of thy kin has a most weak pia mater!

Enter Sir Toby.

Oli. By mine honour, half drunk. What is he at the gate, uncle?

Sir To. A gentleman.

Oli. A gentleman? what gentleman ?

Sir To. Tis a gentleman. Here,

[belches.] A

plague o' thefe pickle herring! how now, fot?

Clo. Good Sir Toby,

Oli. Uncle, uncle, how have you come fo early by

this lethargy?

Sir To.

Sir To. Letchery, I defy letchery: there's one at the gate.

Oli. Ay, marry, what is he?

Sir To. Let him be the devil and he will, I care not: give me faith, fay L Well, it's all one.

Oli. What's a drunken man like, fool?

[Exit.

Clo. Like a drown'd man, a fool, and a madman ? one draught above heat makes him a fool; the second mads him; and a third drowns him.

Oli. Go thou and feek the coroner, and let him fit. o' my uncle; for he's in the third degree of drink ; he's drown'; go, look after him.

Clo. He is but mad yet, Madona, and the fool fhall look to the madman. [Exit Clown

Enter Malvolio.

Mal. Madam, yond young fellow fwears he will. fpeak with you. I told him, you were fick; he takes on him to understand so much, and therefore comes to fpeak with you. I told him, you were afleep; he feems to have a fore-knowledge of that too, and therefore comes to speak with you. What is to be said to

him, Lady? he's fortified against any denial.

Oli. Tell him, he fhall not speak with me,,

Mal. He has been told fo; and he fays, he'll ftand! at your door like a Sheriff's poft, and be the supporter to a bench, but he'll fpeak with you.

Oli. What kind o'man is he?

Mal. Why, of mankind.

Oli. What manner of man ?

Mal. Of very ill manners; he'll speak with you,.

will

you or no.

Oli. Of what perfonage and years is he? Mal. Not yet old enough for a man, nor young enough for a boy; as a fquafh is before 'tis a peafcod, or a codling when 'tis almost an apple: 'tis with him in ftanding water, between boy and man. He is very well-favour'd, and he fpeaks very threwithly; one would think his mother's milk were scarce out of

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