+. Su And, staggers to center. Act II. Sc. iii. TWELFTH NIGHT; and bid him turn you out of doors, never trust me. Sir To. My lady's a Cataian, we are politicians, Clo. Beshrew me, the knight's in admirable fooling. Sir To. [Sings proken Which drink the twelfth day of December',—— Mar. For the love o' God, peace! Enter Malvolio. wearing. Youn and cap, larrying candle. сар Idanel awund him. Mal. My masters, are you mad? or what are you. day all Sir And Have you no wit, manners, nor honesty, but to and always. gabble like tinkers at this time of night? Do 90 Sternly! Sneck up! sings Mal. Sir Toby, I must be round with you. My lady Illaria from behind table plucks sin Sat OR, WHAT YOU WILL Sumps and facts down! Act II. Sc. iii. свища holds Sir To. Farewell, dear heart, since I must needs be gone.' Mar. Nay, good Sir Toby. Clo. His eyes do show his days are almost done.' Mal. Isteven so? and balls again. Sir To. But I will never die,' Clo: Sir Toby, there you slide Joby. Mal. This is much credit to you. Sir To. Shall I hid him go, and spare not?" ase form helps him up. snaps his Ein J 120 Clo. Yes, by Saint Anne, and ginger shall be hot p the mouth too. Sir To. Thou'rt i' the right. Go, sir, rub your chain Mal. Mistress Mary, if you prized my lady's favour of it, by this hand. Mar. Go shake your ears. Mal, Sir And. 'Twere as good a deed as to drink when Sir To. Do't knight: I'll write thee a challenge; elo, en table, Mar. TWELFTH NIGHT; Sweet Sir Toby, be patient for to-night: since Sir To. Possess us, possess us; tell us something of Mar. Marry, sir, sometimes he is a kind of puritan. reason, dear knight? Sir And. I have no exquisite reason for 't, but I have 150 reason good enough. Mar. The devil a puritan that he is, or any thing constantly, but a time-pleaser; an affectioned Sir To. What wilt thou do? Mar. I will drop in his way some obscure epistles 160 • Heases his hands to her. OR, WHAT YOU WILL Sir To. Excellent! I smell a device. Act II. Sc. iii. Sir To. He shall think, by the letters that thou wilt 170 drop, that they come from my niece, and that she's in love with him. Mar. My purpose is, indeed, a horse of that colour. ass. Mar. Ass, I doubt not.. Sir And. O, 'twill be admirable! and Mar. Sport royal, I warrant you: I know my physic Sir To. Good night, Penthesilea. Sir And. Before me, she's a good wench. Fare [Exit. Sir To. She's a beagle, true-bred, and one that Sir And. I was adored once too. Sir To. Let's to bed, knight. Thou hadst need send for more money. i fan right Sir And. If I cannot recover your niece, I am a foul 190 way out. Sir To. Send for money, knight; if thou hast her not i' the end, call me cut. Sir And. If I do not, never trust me, take it how you will. burn Sir To. Come, come, I'll come, is to un some sack; 'tis too knight. tatant and 53 [Exeunt. Scene IV. The Duke's palace. Enter Duke, Viola, Curio, and others. Duke. Give me some music. Now, good morfow, friends, Cur. He is not here, so please your lordship, that Duke. Who was it? Cur. Feste, the jester, my lord; a fool that the lady Duke. Seek him out, and play the tune the while. Puke IO [Exit Curio. Music plays. Come hither, boy: if ever thou shalt love, Save in the constant image of the creature Vio. It gives a very echo to the seat Where love is throned. Duke. Thou dost speak-masterly: My life upon 't, young though thou art, thine eye Hath it not, boy? 20 |