Mar. Why appear you with this ridiculous boldness before my Lady. Mal. Be not afraid of greatnefs ;-'twas well writ. Oli. Ha? Mal. Some atchieve greatnefs. Mal. And fome have greatnefs thruft upon them- Mal. Remember, who commended thy yellow ftockings Oli. Thy yellow ftockings? Mal. And wifh'd to fee thee cross-garter'd Oli. Crofs-garter'd ? Mal. Go to, thou art made, if thou defireft to be fo→→→ Oli. Am I made? Mal. If not, let me fee thee a fervant ftill. Oli. Why, this is very midfummer madness. Enter Servant. Ser. Madam, the young gentleman of the Duke Orfino's is return'd, I could hardly entreat him back; he attends your Ladyfhip's pleasure. Oli. I'll come to him. Good Maria, let this fellow be look'd to. Where's my uncle Toby? let fome of my people have a special care of him; I would not have him mifcarry for the half of my dowry. [Exit. - Mal. Oh, ho! do you come near me now? no' worfe man than Sir Toby to look to me! this concurs directly with the letter; fhe fends him on purpose that I may appear ftubborn to him; for the incites me to that in the letter. Caft thy humble flough, fays fhe ;be oppofite with a kinfman,-furly with fervants,— let thy tongue tang with arguments of ftate,-put thyfelf into the trick of fingularity;-and confequently fets down the manner how; as a fad face, a reverend carriage, a flow tongue, in the habit of fome Sir of note, and fo forth. I have lim'd her, but it is Jove's doing, and Jove make me thankful! and when he went away now, let this fellow be look'd to: Fellow! not Malvolio, nor after my degree, but fellow. Why, every thing adheres together, that no dram of a fcruple, no fcruple of a fcruple, no obftacle, no incredulous or unfafe circumftance-what can be faid? Nothing, that can be, can come between me and the full prospect of my hopes. Well; Jove, not I, is the doer of this, and he is to be thanked. Enter Sir Toby, Fabian and Maria. Sir To. Which way is he, in the name of fanctity? if all the devils in hell be drawn in little, and legion himself poffeft him, yet I'll fpeak to him. Fab. Here he is, here he is; how is't with you, Sir? how is't with you, man? Mal. Go off; I discard you; let me enjoy my privacy: go off. Mar. Lo, how hollow the fiend fpeaks within him! did not I tell you? Sir Toby, my Lady prays you to have a care of him. Mal. Ah, ha! does the fo? Sir To. Go to, go to; peace, peace, we must deal gently with him; let me alone. How do you, Malvolio how is't with you? what! man, defy the devil? confider, he's an enemy to mankind. Mal. Do you know what you fay? Mar. La, you! if you fpeak ill of the devil, how he takes it at heart.-Pray God, he be not bewitch'd. Fab. Carry his water to th' wife woman. Mar. Marry, and it fhall be done to-morrow morning if I live. My Lady would not lofe him for more than I'll fay. Mal. How now, mistress? Mar. O Lord! Sir To. Pr'ythee, hold thy peace; that is not the way do you not fee, you move him? let me alone with him. Fab. No way but gentleness, gently, gently; the fiend is rough, and will not be roughly us'd. G 5 Sir Sir To. Why, how now, my bawcock? how doft thou, chuck? Mal. Sir? Sir To. Ay, Biddy, come with me. What! man, 'tis not for gravity to play at cherry-pit with Satan. Hang him, foul collier. Mar. Get him to fay his prayers, good Sir Toby; get him to pray. Mal. My prayers, minx! Mar. No, I warrant you, he will not hear of godfinefs. Mal. Go hang yourselves all you are idle fhallow things; I am not of your element, you fhall know more hereafter. Sir To. Is't poffible? [Exit. Fab. If this were play'd upon a ftage now, I could condemn it as an improbable fiction. Sir To. His very genius hath taken the infection of the device, man. Mar. Nay, purfue him now, left the device take air, and taint. Fab. Why, we shall make him mad, indeed. Sir To. Come, we'll have him in a dark room and bound. My niece is already in the belief that he's mad; we may carry it thus for our pleasure and his penance, 'till our very paftime, tired out of breath, prompt us to have mercy on him; at which time we will bring the device to the bar, and crown thee for a finder of madmen; but fee, but fee. Enter Sir Andrew. Fab. More matter for a May morning. Sir And. Here's the challenge, read it: I warrant, there's vinegar and pepper in't. Fab. Is't fo fawcy? Sir And. Ay, is't? I warrant him: do but read. Sir To. Give me. [Sir Toby reads. Youth, whatsoever thou art, thou art but a fcurvy fellow. Fab. Good and valiant. Sir To. Wonder not, nor admire not in thy mind why I do call thee fo; for I will her thee no reafon for't. Fab. A good note; that keeps you from the blow of the law. Sir To. Thou com' to the Lady Olivia, and in my fight fhe ufes thee kindly; but theu lieft in thy throat, that is not the matter I challenge thee for. Fab. Very brief, and exceeding good fenfe- lefs. Sir To. I will way-lay thee going home, where if it be thy chance to kill me—— Fab. Good. Sir To. Thou kill'ft me like a rogue and a villain. Fab. Still you keep o'th' windy fide of the law: good. Sir To. Fare thee well, and God have mercy upon one of our fouls: he may have mercy upon mine, but my hope is better, and fo look to thyself. Thy friend as thou ufeft him, and thy fworn enemy, Andrew Ague-cheek, Sir To. If this letter move him not, his legs cannot: I'll give't him. Mar. You may have very fit occafion for't: he is now in fome commerce with my Lady, and will by and by depart. Sir To. Go, Sir Andrew, fcout me for him at the corner of the orchard like a bum-bailiff; fo foon as ever thou feeft him, draw; and, as thou draw'ft, swear horribly; for it comes to pass oft, that a terrible oath, with a fwaggering accent fharply twang'd off, gives manhood more approbation than ever proof itself 'would have earn'd him. Away. Sir And. Nay, let me alone for fwearing. [Exit. Sir To. Now will not I deliver his letter; for the behaviour of the young gentleman gives him out to be of good capacity and breeding; his employment between his Lord and my niece confirms no lefs; therefore this letter, being fo excellently ignorant, will breed no terror in the youth; he will find that it comes from a clod-pole. But, Sir, Fwill deliver his challenge by word of mouth; fet upon Ague-cheek a notable report of valour; and drive the gentleman, (as, I know, his his youth will aptly receive it,) into a moft hideous opinion of his rage, fkill, fury, and impetuoufity. This will fo fright them both, that they will kill one another by the look, like cockatrices. Enter Olivia and Viola. Fab. Here he comes with your niece; give them way, 'till he take leave, and presently after him. Sir To. I will meditate the while upon fome horrid meffage for a challenge. [Exeunt. Oli. I've faid too much unto a heart of ftone, And laid mine honour too unchary out. There's fomething in me, that reproves my fault; That it but mocks reproof. Vio. With the fame 'haviour that your paffion bears, Goes on my master's grief. Oli. Here, wear this jewel for me, 'tis my picture; Refuse it not, it hath no tongue to vex you: And, I beseech you, come again to-morrow. What shall you ask of me that I'll deny, That honour fav'd may upon asking give? Vio. Nothing but this, your true love for my mafter. Oli. How with mine honour may I give him that, Which I have given to you? Vio. I will acquit you. Oli. Well, come again to-morrow: fare thee well. A fend, like thee, might bear my foul to hell. Enter Sir Toby and Fabian. Sir To. Gentleman, God fave thee. Vio. And you, Sir. [Exit. Sir To. That defence thou haft, betake thee to't; of what nature the wrongs are thou haft done him, I know not; but thy intercepter, full of defpite, bloody as the hunter, attends thee at the Orchard-end; difmount thy tuck, be yare in thy preparation, for thy affailant is quick, fkilful, and deadly. Vio. You mistake, Sir; I am fure no man hath any quarrel |