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Sir To. With drinking healths to my niece; Sir And. I'll stay a month longer. I am a felIn drink to her, as long as there is a passage in low o' the strangest mind i' the world ; I delight my throat, and drink in Illyria : He's a coward, in masques and revels sometimes altogether. and a coystril, that will not drink to my niece, . Sir To. Art thou good at these kickshaws, till his brains turn o' the toe like a parish-top. knight? What, wench 7 Castiliano volto; for here comes Sir And. As any man in Ilyria, whatsoever Sir Andrew Ague-face.

he be, under the degree of my betters; and yet Enter Sir Andrew Ague-cheek.

I will not compare with an old man.

Sir To. What is thy excellence in a galliard, Sir And. Sir Toby Belch! how now, Sir Toby knight? Belch?

Sir And. 'Faith, I can cut a caper. Sir 70. Sweet Sir Andrew !

Sir To. And I can cut the mutton to't. Sir And. Bless you, fair shrew.

Sir Anda And, I think I have the back trick, Mar. And you too, sir.

simply as strong as any man in Illyria. Sir To. Accost, Sir Andrew, accost.

Sir To. Wherefore are these things hid ? whereSir And. What's that?

fore have these gifts a curtain before them ? are Sir To. My niece's chamber-maid.

they like to take dust, like Mistress Mall's picSir And. Good mistress Accost, I desire better ture? why dost thou not go to church in a gal

liard, and come home in a coranto? My very Mar. My name is Mary, sir.

walk should be a jig; I would not so much as Sir And Good mistress Mary Accost, - make water, but in a sink-a-pace. What dost

Sir To. You mistake, knight: accost, is, front thou mean?' is it a worid to hide virtues in? I her, board her, woo her, assail her.

did think, by the excellent constitution of thy Sir And. By mytroth, I would not undertake her leg, it was formed under the star of a galliard. in this company. Is that the meaning of accost ? Sir And. Ay, 'tis strong, and it does indifferMar. Fare you well, gentlemen.

ent well in a fame-coloured stock. Shall we set Sir To. An thou let part so, Sir Andrew,'would about some revels ? thou might'st never draw sword again.

Sir To. What shall we do else? were we not Sir And. An you part so, mistress, I would I born under Taurus ? might never draw sword again. Fair lady, do Sir And. Taurus ? that's sides and heart. you think you have fools in hand ?

Sir To. No, sir; it is legs and thighs. Let me Mar. Sir, I have not you by the hand. see thee caper; ha! higher : ha, ha!-excellent ! Sir And. Marry, but you shall have; and

(Exeunt bere's my hand.

SCENE IV. A Room in the Duke's Palace, Mar. Now, sir, thought is free: I pray you, bring your hand to the buttery-bar, and let it

Enter Valentine and Viola in man's attire. drink

Val. If the Duke continue these favours toSir And. Wherefore, sweetheart ? what'syour wards you, Cesario, you are like to be much metaphor ?

advanced; he hath known you but three days, Mai. It's dry, sir.

and already you are no stranger. Sir And. Why, I think so; I am not such an Vio. You either fear his humour, or my negass, but I can keep my hand dry. But what's ligence, that you call in question the continuyour jest?

ance of his love : Is he inconstant, sir, in his Mar. A dry jest, sir.

favours ? Sir And. Are you full of them ?

Val. No, believe me. Mar. Ay, sir; I have them at my fingers' ends: marry, now I let go your hand, I am barren. Enter Duke, Curio, and Attendants.

(Erit Maria. Vio. I thank you. Here comes the count. Sr To. O knight, thon lack'st a cup of ca

Duke. Who saw Cesario, ho ? Dary: When did I see thee so put down? Vio. On your attendance, my lord; here.

Sir And. Never in your life, I think ; unless Duke. Stand you awhile aloof.--Cesario, you see canary put me down : Methinks, some- Thou know'st no less but all; I have unclasp'd times I have no more wit than a christian, or an To thee the book even of my secret soul: ordinary man has: but I am a great eater of Therefore, good youth, address thygait unto her, beef, and, I believe, that does harm to my wit. Be not deny'd access, stand at her doors, Sir To. No question.

And tell them, there thy fixed foot shall grow, Sir And. An I thought that, I'd forswear it. Till thou have audience. l'l ride home to-morrow, Sir Toby.

Vio

Sure, my noble lord, Sr To. Pourquoy, my dear knight?

If she be so abandon'd to her sorrow Sir And What is pourquoy? do or not do? I As it is spoke, she never will admit me. would I had bestowed that time in the tongues, Duke. Be clamorous, and leap all civil bounds, that I have in fencing, dancing, and bear-bait- Rather than make unprofited return. ing: 0, had I but followed the arts?

Vio. Say, I do speak with her, my lord; what Sir To. Then hadst thou had an excellent then ? head of hair?

Duke. O, then unfold the passion of my love, Sir And. Why, would that have mended my Surprise her with discourse of my dear faith: hair 2

It shall become thee well to act my woes; Sir To. Past question; for thou seest it will She will attend it better in thy youth, not curl by nature.

Than in a nuncio of more grave aspect. Sir And But it becomes me well enough, Vio. I think not so, my lord. does't not?

Duke.

Dear lad, believe it Sir To. Excellent; it hangs like flax on a dis- For they shall yet belie thy happy years taff; and I hope to see a bousewife take thee That say, thou art a man: Diana's lip between her legs and spin it off.

Is not inore smooth and rubious; thy small pipe Sir And. 'Faith, I'll home to-morrow, Sir Is as the maiden's organ, shrill and sound, Toby: your niece will not be seen; or, if she And all is semblative a woman's part. be, it's four to one she'll one of me: the count I know thy constellation is right apt himself, here hard by, woos her.

For this affair:-Some four or five attend him ; Sir To. She'll none o'the count; she'll not All, if you will; for I myself am best, match above her degree, neither in estate, years, When least in company :-Prosper well in this, nor wit; I have heard her swear it. Tut, there's And thou shalt live as freely as thy lord, Life in't, wian.

To call his fortunes thine.

will speak with you. Itong fellow swears he TWELFTH NIGHT; OR, WHAT YOU WILL. AOTL Vio

I'll do my best Oli. I know his soul is in heaven, fool. To woo your lady: yet (Aside,) a barful strife! Clo. The more fool you, madonna, to mourn Whoe'er I woo, myself would be his wife. for your brother's soul being in heaven. -Take

(Ereunt. away the fool, gentlemen. SCENE V. A Room in Olivia's House.

Oli What think you of this fool, Malvolio?

doth he not mend ? Enter Maria and Clown.

Mal. Yes; and shall do, till the pangs of death Mar. Nay, either tell me where thou hast been, shake him: Infirmity, that decays the wise, doth or I will not open my lips so wide as a bristle ever make the better fool. may enter, in way of thy excuse : my lady will Clo. God send you, sir, a speedy infirmity, fo hang thee for thy absence.

the better increasing your folly ! Sir Toby wii Clo. Let her hang me: he that is well hanged be sworn that I am nó fox; but he will not pas in this world needs to fear no colours.

his word for twopence that you are no fool. Mar. Make that good.

Oli. How say you to that, Malvolio? Clo. He shall see none to fear.

Mal. 1 marvel your ladyship takes delight ir Mar. A good lenten answer: I can tell thee such a barren rascal; 1 saw him put down the where that saying was born, of, I fear no colours. other day with an ordinary fool that has no more Clo. Where, good mistress Mary?

brain than a stone. Look you now, he's out of Mar. In the wars; and that may you be bold his guard already; unless you laugh and minis to say in your foolery.

ter occasion to him, he is gagged. I protest I Clo. Well, God give them wisdom, that have take these wise men, that crow so at these set it; and those that are fools, let them use their kind of fools, no better than the fools' zanies. talents.

Oli. 0, you are sick of self-love, Malvolio, Mar. Yet you will be hanged for being so long and taste with a distempered appetite. To be absent; or, to be turned away, is not that as generous, guiltless, and of free disposition, is to good as a hanging to you?

take those things for bird-bolts, that you deem Clo. Many a good hanging prevents a bad cannon-bullets : There is no slander in an allowmarriage ; and, for turning away, let summered fool, though he do nothing but rail; nor no bear it out

railing in a known discreet man, though he do Mar. You are resolute then ?

nothing but reprove. Clo. Not so neither; but I am resolved on two Clo. Now Mercury endue thee with leasing, points.

for thou speakest well of fools! Mar. That, if one break, the other will hold;

Re-enter Maria. or, if both break, your gaskins fall. Clo. Apt, in good faith; very apt! Well, go Mar. Madam, there is at the gate, a young thy way; if Sir Toby would leave drinking, thou gentleman, much desires to speak with you. wert as witty a piece of Eve's flesh as any in Oli

. From the count Orsino, is it? Illyria.

Mar. I know not, madam; 'tis a fair young Mar. Peace, you rogue, no more o' that; here man, and well attended. comes my lady: make your excuse wisely, you Oli. Who of my people hold him in delay? were best.

Exit. Mar. Sir Toby, madam, your kinsman.

Oli. Fetch him off, I pray you; he speaks no Enter Olivia and Malvolio.

thing but madman: Fie on him! [Erit Maria.) Clo. Wit, and't be thy will, put me into good Go you, Malvolio; if it be a suit from the count, fooling! those wits, that think they have thee, I am sick, or not at home; what you will tó do very oft prove fools; and I, that am sure I dismiss it. [Erit Malvolio.) Now you see, sir, lack thee, may pass for a wise man: For what how your fooling grows old, and people dislike it says Quinapalus? Better a witty fool, than a Clo. Thou hast spoke for us, madonna, as if foolish wit. God bless thee, lady!

thy eldest son should be a fool : whose skull Jove Oli. Take the fool away.

cram with brains, for here he comes, one of thy Clo. Do you not hear, fellows? Take away kin, has a most weak pia mater. the lady. Oli. Go to, you're a dry fool; I'll no more of

Enter Sir Toby Belch you : besides, you grow dishonest.

Oli. By mine honour, half drunk.-What is Clo. Two faults, madonna, that drink and good he at the gate, cousin ? counsel will amend : for give the dry fool drink,

Sir To. A gentleman. then is the fool not dry ; bid the dishonest man Oli. A gentleman! what gentleman ? mend himself; if he mend, he is no longer dis Sir To. "Tis a gentleman here- A plague o honest; if he cannot, let the botcher mend him

: these pickle-herrings !-How now, sot? Any thing that's mended, is but patched; virtue,

Clo. 'Good Sir Toby, that transgresses, is but patched with sin : and

Oli. Cousin, cousin, how have you come so sin, that amends, is but patched with virtue: If early by this lethargy? that this simple syllogism will serve, so; if it Sir To. Lechery ! I defy lechery: There's one will not, what remedy? As there is no true at the gate. cuckold but calamity, so beauty's a flower:- Oli. Ay, marry; what is he ? the lady bade take away the fool; therefore, 1 Sir To. Let him be the devil, an he will, 1 say, again, take her away:

care not: give me faith, say I. Well, it's all Oli. Sir, I bade them take away you.

(Erit. Clo. Misprision in the highest degree ! -Lady,

Oli. What's a drunken man like, fool ? Cucullus non facit monachum; that's as much Clo. Like a drown'd man, a fool, and a madas to say, I wear not motley in my brain. Good man: one draught above heat makes him a fool; madonna, give me leave to prove you a fool.

the second mads him; and a third drowns him. Oli. Can you do it?

Oli. Go thou and seek the coroner, and let Clo. Dexterously, good madonna.

him sit o'my coz; for he's in the third degree Oli. Make your proof.

of drink; he's drown'd; go look after him. Clo. I must catechise you for it, madonna :. Clo. He is but mad yet, madonna; and the Good my mouse of virtue, answer me.

fool shall look to the madman. (Exit Clown. Oli. Well, sir, for want of other idleness, I'll 'bide your proof.

Re-enter Malvolio. Clo. Good madonna, why mourn'st thou ?

Mal. Madam, 'yond Oli. Good fool, for my brother's death.

him you were sick; Clo. I think his soul is in hell, madonna. he takes on him to understand so much, and

one.

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therefore comes to speak with you: I told him Vio. It alone concerns your ear. I bring no
you were asleep; he seems to have a foreknow. Overture of war, no taxation of homage ; ! hold
ledge of that too, and therefore comes to speak the olive in my hand : my words are as full of
with you. What is to be said to him, lady ? he's peace as matter.
fortified against any denial.

Oli. Yet you began rudely. What are you?
Oli. Teli him, he shall not speak with me. what would you 1
Mal. He has been told so: and he says, he'll. Vio. The rudeness, that hath appear'd in me,
stand at your door like a sheriff's post, and be have I learn'd from my entertainment. What
the supporter of a bench,but he'll speak with you. I am, and what I would, are as secret as maid-
Od. What kind of man is he?

enhead: to your ears, divinity ; to any other's, Mal. Why, of man kind.

profanation Oli. What manner of man ?

Oli. Give is the place alone; we will hear Mal. Of very ill manner; he'll speak with this divinity. (Exit Maria.) Now, sir, what is yon, will you or no.

your text? Oti. Or what personage and years is he? Vio. Most sweet lady, Mal. Not yet old enough for a man, nor young Oli. A comfortable doctrine, and much may enough for a boy; as a squash is before 'tis a be said of it. Where lies your text ? peascod, or a codling when 'uis almost an apple: Vio. In Orsino's bosom. tis with him e'en standing water, between boy Oli. In his bosom? In what chapter of his and man.

He is very well favoured, and he bosom? speaks very shrewishly; one would think, his Vio. To answer by the method, in the first of mother's milk were scarce out of him.

his heart. Oti. Let him approach : Call in my gentle-Oli. O, I have read it; it is heresy. Have wornan.

you no more to say ? Mal Gentlewoman, my lady calls. (Exit. Vio. Good madam, let me see your face.

Oli. Have you any commission from your Re-enter Maria.

lord to negotiate with my face? you are now Oli. Give me my veil; come, throw it o'er out of your text: but we will draw the curtain, my face ;

and shew you the picture. Look you, sir, such We'll once more hear Orsino's embassy. a one as I was, this presents :-Is't not well

done?

(Unveiling. Enter Viola.

Vio. Excellently done, if God did all. Vio. The honourable lady of the house, which Oli. "Tis in grain, sir; 'twill endure wind and is she?

weather. Oli. Speak to me, I shall answer for her :) Vio. "Tis beauty truly blent, whose red and Your will?

white Vio. Most radiant, exquisite, and unmatch- Nature's own sweet and cunning hand laid on: able beauty, -I pray you, tell me, if this be the Lady, you are the cruel'st she alive, lady of the honse, for I never saw her: I would If you will lead these graces to the grave, be loath to cast away my speech; for, besides and leave the world no copy. that it is excellently well penn'd, I have taken Oli. O, sir, I will not be so hard-hearted; 1 great pains to con it. Good beauties, let me will give out divers schedules of my beauty It sustain no scorn; I am very compuble, even to shall be inventoried; and every particle and the least sinister usage.

utensil labelled to my will : as, item, two lips Oli. Whence came you, sir ?

indifferent red; item, two gray eyes, with lids Vio. I can say little more than I have studied, to them ; item, one neck, one chin, and

forth
and that question's out of my part. Good gen- Were you sent hither to praise me?
tle one, give me modest assurance, if you be Vio. I see you what you are: you are too
the lady of the house, that I may proceed in my proud;
speech.

But, if you were the devil, you are fair.
Oli. Are you a comedian ?

My lord and master loves you; 0, such love
Vio. No, my profound heart; and yet, by the could be but recompens'd, though you were
very fangs of malice, I swear, I am not that I crown'd
play. Are you the lady of the house? The nonpareil of beauty!
oli. If I do not usurp myself, I am.

Oli.

How does he love me? Vio. Most certain, if you are she, you do Vio. With adorations, with fertile tears, usurp yourself; for what is yours to bestow, is With groans that thunder love, with sighs of fire. not yours to reserve. But this is from my com Oli. Your lord does know my mind, I cannot mission: I will on with my speech in your love him: praise, and then show you the heart of my mes. Yet I suppose him virtuous, know him noble, Bage.

Of great estate, of fresh and stainless youth; Oli. Come to what is important in't: I forgive In voices well divulg'd, free, learn'd, and valiant, yon the praise.

And, in dimension, and the shape of nature, Vio. Alas, I took great pains to study it, and A gracious person: but yet I cannot love him; 'tis poetical.

He might have took his answer long ago. Ol. It is the more like to be feigned ; I pray Vio. If I did love you in my master's flame, you, keep it in. I heard you were saucy ai my With such a suffering, such a deadly life, gates; and allowed your approach, rather to in your denial I would find no sense, wonder at you than to hear you. If you be not I would not understand it. mad, be gone; if you have reason, be brief : Oli.

Why, what would you ? 'tis not that time of moon with me, to make Vio. Make me a willow cabin at your gate, one in so skipping a dialogue.

And call upon my soul within the house ; Mar. Will you hoist sail, sir 7 here lies your Write loyal cantons of contemned love, way.

And sing them loud even in the dead of night; Vio. No, good swabber: I am to hull here a Holla your name to the reverberate hills, little longer.-Some mollification for your giant, And make the babbling gossip of the air sweet lady.

Cry out, Olivia ! 0, you should not rest
Oli. Tell me your mind.

Between the elements of air and earth,
Vio. I am a messenger.

But you should pity me.
Oli. Sure, you have some hideous matter to Oli. You might do much: What is your pa-
deliver, when the courtesy of it is so fearful. rentage?
Speak your office.

Vio. Above my fortunes, yet my state is well :

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I am a gentleman.

Seb. O, good Antonio, forgive me your trouble. Oli.

Get you to your lord; Ant. If you will not murder me for my love, I cannot love him: let bim send no more; let me be your servant. Unless, perchance, you come to me again, Seb. If you will not undo what you have done, To tell me how he takes it. Fare you well: that is, kill him whom you have recovered, I thank you for your pains: spend this for me. desire it not. Fare ye well at once : my bosom

Vio. Iam no fee'd post, lady, keep your purse ; is full of kindness; and I am yet so near the My master, not myself, Incks recompense. manners of my mother, that upon the least Love make his heart of 'fint, that you shall love; occasion more, mine eyes will tell tales of me. And let your fervour, like my master's, be I am bound to the count Orsino's court: farePlac'd in contempt! Farewell, fair cruelty.

well.

[Erit. (Erit.

Ant. The gentleness of all the gods go wita Oli. What is your parentage ?

thee! Above my fortunes, yet my state 28 well : I have many enemies in Orsino's court,

I am a gentleman.-I'll be sworn theu art, Else would I very shortly see thee there : Thy tongue, thy face, thy limbs, actions, and But, come what may, I do adore thee so, spirit,

That danger shall seem sport, and I will go. Do give thee five-fold blazon ;-Not too fast :

(Ezil soft! soft!

SCENE II. A Street.
Unless the master were the man.-How now?
Even so quickly may one catch the plague ?

Enter Viola; Malvolio following. Methinks, I feel this youth's perfections, Mal. Were not you even now with the counWith an invisible and subtle stealth,

tess Olivia 7 To creep in at mine eyes. Well, let it be.

Vio. Even now, sir; on a moderate pace I What, ho, Malvolio

have since arrived but hither. Re-enter Malvolio.

Mal. She returns this ring to you, sir; you Mal. Here, madam, at your service. might have saved me my pains, to have taken

it away yourself. She adds moreover, that you Oli. Run after that same peevish messenger, should put your lord into a desperate assurance The county's man: he left this ring behind him, she will none of him: And one thing more; Would

I, or not; tell him, I'll none of it. that you be never so hardy to come again in Desire him not to flatter with his lord,

his affairs, unless it be to report your lord's Nor hold him up with hopes! I am not for him : taking of ihis. Receive it so. If that the youth will come this way to-morrow, Vio. She took the ring of me!--I'll none of it. I'll give him reasons for'tHie thie, Malvolio Mal. Come, sir, you peevishly threw it to her; Mal. Madam, I will.

(Erit. and her will is, it should be so returned: if it be Oli. I do I know not what: and fear to find

worth stooping for, there it lies in your eye; Mine eye too great a flatterer for my mind.

if not, be it his that finds it.

(Eril Fate, show thy force: ourselves we do not owe; Vio. I left no ring with her: What means What is decreed, must be; and be this so!

this lady? [Exit. Fortune forbid my outside have not charm'd

her! ACT 11.

She made good view of me; indeed, so much,

That, sure, methought her eyes had lost her SCENE 1. The Sea Coast.

tongue, Enter Antonio and Sebastian.

For she did speak in starts distracted)y.

She loves me sure ; the cunning of her passion Ant. Will you stay no longer ? nor will you Invites me in this churlish messenger. not, that I go with you ?

None of my lord's ring! why, he sent her nono. Seb. By your patience, no: my stars shine I am the man;-If it be so, (as 'tis,) darkly over me; the malignancy of my fate Poor lady, she were better love a dream. might, perhaps, distemper yours; therefore 1 Disguise, I see, thou art a wickedness, shall crave of you your leave, that I may bear Wherein' the pregnant enemy does much. my evils alone: It were a bad recompense for How easy is it for the proper-false your love, to lay any of them on you.

In women's waxen hearts to set their forms ! Ant. Let me yet know of you, whither you Alas, our frailty is the cause, not we: are bound.

For, such as we are made of, such we be. Seb. No, 'sooth, sir; my determinate voyage How will this fadge ? My master loves her is mere extravagancy. But I perceive in you dearly : so excellent a touch of modesty, that you will And I, poor monster, fond as much on hiin; not extort from me what I am willing to keep And she, mistaken, seems to dete on me ; in : therefore it charges me in manners the What will become of this! Ac I am man, rather to express myself. You must know of My state is desperate for my master's love; me, then, Antonio, my name is Sebastian, As I am woman, now alas the day! which I called Rodorigo : my father was that what thriftless sighs shall poor Olivia breathe 7 Sebastian of Messaline, whom, I know, you o time, thou must untangle this, not 1: have heard of: he left behind him myself, and it is too hard a knot for me to untie. a sister, both born in an hour. If the heavens

[Erit. had been pleased, 'would we had so ended! but, SCENE III. A Room in Olivia's House. you, sir, altered that; for, some hour before you took me from the breach of the sea, was Enter Sir Toby Belch and Sir Andrew Ague, my sister drowned.

cheek. Ant. Alas, the day !

Sir To. Approach, Sir Andrew: not to be Seb. A lady, sir, though it was said she much a bed after midnight, is to be up betimes; and resembled me, was yet of many accounted diluculo surgere, thou know'st, beautiful : but, though I could not, with such Sir And. Nay,' by my troth, I know not: but estimable wonder, overfar believe that, yet thus I know to be np late, is to be up late. far I will boldly publish her, she bore a mind Sir To. A false conclusion;'l hate it as an that envy could not but call fair: she is drowned unfilled can: To be up after midnight, and to already, sir, with salt water, though I seem to go to bed then, is early; so that to go to bed drown her remembrance again with more. after midnight, is to go to bed betimes. Do not Ant. Pardon me, sir, your bad entertainment.aur lives consist of the four elements ?

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Sir And. 'Faith, so they say; but, I think, it merry men we be. Am not 1 consanguineous ? rather consists of eating and drinking. am í not of her blood? Tilley valley, lady!

Sir To. Thou art a scholar; let us therefore There dwelt a man in Babylon, lady, lady i eat and drink.-Marian, I say ka stoop of

(Singing: wine!

Clo. Beshrew me, the knight's in admirable Enter Clown.

fooling. Sir And. Here comes the fool, i' faith.

Sir And. Ay, he does well enough, if he be Clo. How now, my hearts ? Did you never disposed, and so do I too; he does it with a bete see the picture of we three ?

ter grace, but I do it more natural. Sir To. Welcome, ass, now let's have a catch.

Sir To.' 0, the twelfth day of December,Sir And. By my troth, the fool has an excel

(Singing. lent breast I had rather than forty shillings i Mar. For the love o' God, peace. had such a leg; and so sweet a breath to sing,

Enter Malvolio. as the fool has. In sooth, thou wast in very gracious fooling last night, when thou spokest Mal. My masters, are you mad ? or what are of Pigrogromitus,

of the Vapians passing the you? Have you no wit, manners, nor honesty, equinoctial of Queubus, 'twas very good, but to gabble like tinkers at this time of nighi i i faith. 1 sent thee sixpence for thy'leman: Do you make an alehouse of my lady's house, Hadst it?

that ye squeak out your coziers' catches with Clo. I did impeticos thy gratillity: for Malvo-out any mitigation or remorse of voice ? Is lio's nose is no whipstock: My lady has a white there no respect of place, persons, nor time, in hand, and the Myrmidons are no boule-ale you? houses.

Sir To. We did keep time, sir, in our catches. Sir And. Excellent! Why, this is the best Sneck up! fooling, when all is done. Now, a song.

Mal. Sir Toby, I must be round with you. Sir 7o. Come on ; there is sixpence for you: My lady bade me tell you, that though she harlet's have a song.

bours you as her kinsman, she's nothing allied Sir And. There's a testril of me too: if one to your disorders. If you can separate your knight give a

self and your misdemeanors, you are welcome Clo. Would you have a love-song, or a song take leave of her, she is very willing to bid you

to the house; if not, an it would please you to of good life? Sir To. A love-song, a love-song,

farewell. Sir And. Ay, ay; I care not for good life.

Sir To. Farewell, dear heart, since I must

needs be gone. SONG.

Mar. Nay, good Sir Toby.
Clo. O mistress mine, where are you roaming? Clo. His eyes do show his days are almost done.
0, stay and hear; your true love's coming,

Mal. Is't even so ?
That can sing both high and low :

Sir To. But I will never die.
Trip it no further, pretty sweeting;

Clo. Sir Toby, there you lie.
Journeys end in lovers' meeting,

Mal. This is much credit to you.
Every wise man's son doth know. Sir To. Shall I bid him go? (Singing
Sir And. Excellent good, i' faith :

Clo. What an if you do?
Sir To. Good, good.

Sir To. Shall I bid him go, and spare not?

Clo. O no, no, no, no, you dare not.
Clo. What is love? 'tis not hereafter ;

Sir To. Out o'time ? sir, ye lie.-Art any
Present mirth hath present laughter; more than a steward ? Dost thou think, becanse

What's to come is still unsure; thou art virtuous, there shall be no more cakes In delay there lies no plenty ;

and ale ? Then come kiss me, sweet-and-twenty, Clo. Yes, by Saint Anne: and ginger shall Youth's a stuff will not endure.

be hot i' the month too. Sir And. A mellifluous voice, as I am true

Sir To. Thou’rt i' the right.-Go, sir, rub knight.

your chain with crums :-A stoop of wine, MaSir To. A contagious breath.

ria! Sir And. Very sweet and contagious, i' faith. Mal. Mistress Mary, if you prized my lady's Sir To. To hear by the nose, it is dulcet in favour at any thing more than contempt, you contagion. But shall we make the welkin dance would not give means for this uncivil rule , she indeed? Shall we rouse the night-owl in a catch, shall know of it, by this hand.

[Epit. that will draw three souls out of one weaver 1

Mar. Go shake your ears. shall we do that?

Sir And. "Twere as good a deed as to drink Sir And. An you love me, let's do't: I am when a man's a hungry, to challenge him to dog at a catch.

the field ; and then to break promise with him, Clo. By'r lady, sir, and some dogs will catch and make a fool of him. well.

Sir To. Do'l, knight : I'll write thee a chalSir And. Most certain : let our catch be, Thou lenge; or l'll deliver thy indignation to him by knade.

word of mouth. Clo. Hold thy peace, thou knave, knight ? 11 Mar. Sweet Sir Toby, be patient for to-night; shall be constraind in't, to call thee knave, since the youth of the count's was to-day with knight.

my lady, she is much out of quiet. For monsieur Sir And. 'Tis not the first time 1 have con- Malvolio, let me alone with him: if I do not gull strain'd one to call me knave. Begin, fool ; it him into a nay-word, and make him a common begins, Hold thy peace.

recreation, do not think I have wit enough to Clo. I shall never begin, if I hold my peace.

lie straight in my bed : I know, I can do it. Sir And. Good, i' faith? Come, begin.

Sir To. Possess us, possess us; tell us some[ They sing a catch. thing of him. Enter Maria.

Mar. Marry, sir, sometimes he is a kind of

Puritan. Mar. What a caterwauling do you keep here! Sir And. O, if I thought that, I'd beat him If my lady have not called up her steward, like a dog. Malvolio, and bid him turn you out of doors, Sir To. What, for being a Puritan? thy exnever trust me.

quisite reason, dear knight? Si To. My lady's a Catalan, we are politi- Sir And. I have no exquisite reason for't, but einne : Malvolio’s a Peg-a-Ramsey, and Three l have reasot good enough.

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