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Mar. The devil a Paritan that he is, or any, Hath it not, boy? thing constantly but a time pleaser; an affec Vio

A little, by your favour. tioned ass, that cons state without book, and Duke. What kind of woman is't ? utters it by great swarths: the best persuaded Vio.

of your complexion of himself, so crammed, as he thinks, with ex Duke. She is not worth thee then. What cellencies, that it is his ground of faith, that all,

years, i' faith? that look on him, love him; and on that vice Vio. About your years, my lord. in him will my revenge find notable cause io Duke. Too old, by heaven; Let still the wa work.

man take Sir To. What wilt thou do?

An elder than herself ; so wears she to him, Mar. I will drop in his way some obscure So sways she level in her husband's heart. epistles of love; wherein, by the colour of his For, boy, however we do praise ourselves, beard, the shape of his leg, the manner of his Our fancies are more giddy and unfirm, gait, the expressure of his eye, forehead, and More longing, wavering, sooner lost and worn, complexion, he shall find himself most feelingly Than women's are. personated: I can write very like my lady,

Vio.

1 think it well, my lord your niece; on a forgotten matter we can hardly Duke. Then let thy love be younger than thy make distinction of our hands.

self, Sir To. Excellent! I smell a device.

Or thy affection cannot hold the bent : Sir And. I have't in my nose too.

For women are as roses; whose fair flower, Sir To. He shall think, by the letters that Being once display'd, doth fall that very hour. thou wilt drop, that they come from my niece, Vio. And so they are: alas, that they are so ; and that she is in love with him.

To die, even when they to perfection grow! Mar. My purpose is, indeed, a horse of that

Re-enter Curio and Clown. colour. Sir And. And your horse now would make Duke. O fellow, come, the song we had last him an ass.

night: Mar. Ass, I doubt not.

Mark it, Cesario; it is old and plain : Sir And. O, 'twill be admirable.

The spinsters and the knitters in the sun, Mar. Sport royal, I warrant you: I know, And the free maids that weave their thread with my physíc will work with him. I will plant

bones, you two, and let the fool make a third, where Do use to chant it; it is silly sooth, he shall find the letter ; observe his construction And dallies with the innocence of love, of it. For this night, to bed, and dream on the Like the old age. event. Farewell.

[Erit. Clo. Are you ready, sir ? Sir To. Good night, Penthesilea.

Duke. Ay; prythee, sing.

[Musick. Sir And. Before me, she's a good wench.

SONG. Sir To. She's a beagle, true bred, and one that adores me; What o that ?

Clo. Come away, come away, death, Sir And. I was adored once too.

And in sad cypress let me be laid; Sir To. Let's to bed, knight.-Thou hadst Fly away, fly away, breath; need send for more money.

I am slain by a fair cruel maid. Sir And. If I cannot recover your niece, I

My shroud of white, stuck all with you, am a foul way out.

0, prepare it ; Sir To. Send for money, knight; if thou hast

My part of death no one so true ner not i' the end, call me Cut.

Did share it. Sir And. If I do not, never trust me, take it

Not a flower, not a flower sweet, how you will

On my black coffin let there be stroon; Sir To. Come, come; I'll go burn some sack,

Not a friend, not a friend greet 'tis too late to go to bed now: come, knight;

My poor corpse, where my bones shall be

throun: come, knight.

(Exeunt.

A thousand thousand sighs to save, SCENE IV. A Room in the Duke's Palace.

Lay me, 0, where Enter Duke, Viola, Curio, and others.

Sad true lover never find my grave, Duke. Give me some musick:-Now, good

To weep there. morrow, friends :

Duke. There's for thy pains. Now, good Cesario, but that piece of song, Clo. No pains, sir ; I take pleasure in singing, That old and antique song we heart last night; sir. Methought it did relieve my passion much, Duke. I'll pay thy pleasure then. More than light airs and recollected terms, Clo. Truly, sir, and pleasure will be paid one Of these most brisk and giddy-paced times : time or another. Come, but one verse.

Duke. Give me now leave to leave thee. Cur. He is not here, so please your lordship, Clo. Now the melancholy god protect thee; that should sing it.

and the tailor make thy doublet of changeable Duke. Who was it?

taffata, for thy mind is a very opal- I would Cur. Feste, the jester, my lord: a fool, that have men of such constancy put to sea, tha: the lady Olivia's father took much delight in; their business might be every thing, and their he is about the house.

intent every where; for that's it, that alwayı Duke. Seek him out, and play the tune the makes a good voyage of nothing. -- Farewell. while. [Erit Curio.—Musick.

(Exit Clown Come hither, boy; if ever thou shalt love, Duke. Let all the rest give place. In the sweet pangs of it, remember me:

[Exeunt Curio and Attendants For, such as I am, all true lovers are ;

Once more, Cesario, Unstaid and skittish in all motions else, Get thee to yon' same sovereign cruelty : Save, in the constant image of the creature Tell her, my love, more noble than the world, That is belov'd.-How dost thou like this tune? Prizes not quantity of dirty lands: Vio. It gives a very echo to the seat

The parts that fortune hath bestow'd upon les Where Love is thron'd.

Tell her 1 hold as giddily as fortune; Duke. Thou dost speak masterly:

But 'tis that miracle, and queen cf gems, My life upon't, young though thou art, thine That nature pranks her in, attracts

my soul eye

Vio. But, if she cannot love you, sir ? Hath stay'd upon some favour that it loves; Duke. I cannot be so answer d.

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'Sooth, but you must. Sir To. Here's an overweening rogue!
Say, that some lady, as, perhaps, there is, Fab. O, peace! Contemplation makes a rare
Hath for your love as great a pang of heart turkey-cock of him; how he jets under his ad-
As you have for Olivia : you cannot love her ; vanced plumes !
You tell her so; Must she not then be answer'd? Sir And. 'Slight, I could so beat the rogue:-
Duke. There is no woman's sides

Sir To. Peace, I say..
Can bide the beating of so strong a passion Mal. To be count Malvolio;-
As love doth give my heart: no woman's heart Sir To. Ah, rogue !
So big, to hold so much; they lack retention. Sir And. Pistol him, pistol him.
Alas, their love may be called appetite, Sir To. Peace, peace!
No motion of the liver, but the palate, -

Mal. There is example for't ; the lady of the
That suffer surfeit, cloyment, and revolt; Strachy married the yeoman of the wardrobe.
But mine is all as hungry as the sea,

Sir And. Fie on him, Jezebel!
And can digest as much: make no compare Fab. ( peace! now he's deeply in ; look, how
Between that love a woman can bear me, imagination blows him.
And that I owe Olivia.

Mal. Having been three months married to
Vio.

Ay, but I know, her, sitting in my state,
Duke. What dost thou know?

Sir To. O, for a stone-bow, to hit him in the
Vio. Too well wl love women to men may eye!

Mal. Calling my officers abont me in my
In faith they are as true of heart as we. branched velvet gown; having come from a
My father had a daughter lov'd a man, day-bed, where I left Olivia sleeping.
As it might be, perhaps, were I a woman, Sir To. Fire and brimstone !
I should
your Lordship.

Fab. O, peace, peace!
Duke.

And what's her history ? Mal. And then to have the humour of state :
Vio. A blank, my lord: She never told her love, and after a demure travel of regard, -telling
But let concealment, like a worn i' the bud, them I know my place, as I would they should
Feed on her damask cheek: she pin'd in thought; do theirs,-to ask for my kinsman Toby :
And with a green and yellow melancholy, Sir To Bolts and shackles !
She sat, like patience on a monument,

Fab. O, peace, peace, peace! now, now.
Smiling at grief. Was not this love indeed ? Mal. Seven of my people, with an obedient
We men may say more, swear more; but, indeed, start, make out for bim; I frown the while;
Our shows are more than will; for still we prove and, perchance, wind up my watch, or play
Much in our vows, but little in our love. with some rich jewel. Toby approaches;
Drike But died thy sister of her love, my boy? court’sies there to me:
Vio. I am all the daughters of my father's Sir To. Shall this fellow live?
house,

Fab. Though our silence be drawn from us
And all the brothers too ;-and yet I know not:- with cars, yet peace.
Sir, shall I to this lady?

Mal. I extend my hand to him thus, quench-
Duke.

Ay, that's the theme. ing my familiar smile with an austere regard of
To her in haste; give her this jewel; say, control:
My love can give no place, bide no denay Sir To. And does not Toby take you a blow

[Exeunt. O'the lips then ?
SCENE V. Olivia's Garden.

Mal. Saying, Cousin Toby, my fortunes havEnter Sir Toby Belch, Sir Andrew Ague-cheek, ling cast me on your niece, give me this prero. and Fabian.

Sir To. What, what? Sir To. Come thy ways, signior Fabian. Mal. You must amend your drunkenness. Fib. Nay, I'll come; if I lose a scruple of this Sir To. Out, scab. sport, let me be boiled to death with melancholy. Fab. Nay, patience, or we break the sinews of Sir To. Wouldst thou not be glad to have our plot. the niggardly rascally sheep-biter come by some Mal. Besides, you waste the treasure of your notable shame?

time with a foolish knight ; Fab. I would exult, man: you know he Sir And. That's me, I warrant you. brought me out of favour with my lady, about Mal. One Sir Andrew : a bear-baiting here.

Sir And. I knew 'twas I; for many do call Sir To. To anger him, we'll have the bear me fool. again; and we will fool him black and blue:-- Mal. What employment have we here? Shall we not, Sir Andrew ?

[Taking up the letter. Sir And. An we do not, it is pity of our lives. Fab. Now is the woodcock near the gin. Enter Maria.

Sir Too, peace! and the spirit of humours Sir To. Here comes the little villain :-How

Mal. By my lite, this is my lady's hand : now, my nettle of India ?

Mar. Get ye all three into the box-tree: Mal these be her very C's, her U's, and her T's; yonder i' the sun, practising behaviour to his Sir And. Her C's, her U's, and her T's: volio's coming down this walk: he has been and thus makes she her great' P's. It is, in own shadow, this half hour : observe him, for why that ? the love of mockery; for, 1 know, this letter Mal. [reads) To the unknown beloved, this, will make a contemplative idiot of him. Close, and my good wishes : her very phrases !-Bý in the name of jesting! (The men hide them your leave, wax.-Soft!-and the impressure selves.) Lie thou there ; [throws down a letter;! her Lucrece, with which she uses to seal : 'tis for here comes the trout that must be caught my lady: To whom should this be? with tickling

(Exit Maria. Fab. This wins him, liver and all. Enter Malvolio.

Mal. (reads] Jove knows, I love : Mal. 'Tis bat fortune ; all is fortune. Maria

But who? once told me, she did affect me: and I have

Lips do not move, heard hersell come thus near, that, should she

No man must knowo. fancy, it should be one of my complexion. No man must know. What follows the numBesides, she uses me with a more exalted re-bers altered - No man must know :-If this cect, than any one else that follows her. What should be thee, Malvolio ? Kould I think on't ?

Sir To. Marry, hang thee, brock !

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Mal. I may command, where I adore : I will smile; I will do every thing that thou
But silence, like a Lucrece knife, wilt have me.

(Erit.
With bloodless stroke my heart doth gore; Fab. I will not give my part of this sport for

M, O, A, I, doth sway my life. a pension of thousands to be paid from the Fab. A fustian riddle!

Sophy. Sir To. Excellent wench, say ).

Sir To. I could marry this wench for this Mal. M, O, A, I, doth sway my life. ---Nay,

device. but first, let me see,-let me see,--Iet me see.

Sir And. So could I too. Fab. What a dish of poison hath she dressed Sir To. And ask no other dowry with her, but him !

such another jest. Sir To. And with what wing the stannyel

Enter Maria checks at it!

Sir And. Nor I neither. Mal. I may command where I adore. Why, she may coinmand me; I serve her, she is my

Fab. Here comes my noble gull-catcher.

Sir To. Wilt thou set thy foot o' my neck ? lady. Why, this is evident to ang formal capa

Sir And. Or o' mine either ? city. There is no obstruction in this ;-And the end - What should that alphabetical position Sir To. Shall I play my freedom at tray-trip, poriend ? if I could make that resemble some and become thy bond-slave?

Sir And. faith, or l either? thing in me, -Sortly,--M, 0, A, I.Sir To. 0, ay, make up that :-he is now a dream, that, when the image of it leaves him,

Sir To. Why, thou hast put him in such a a cold scent. Fab. Sowter will cry upon't, for all this, "Mar. Nay, but say true : does it work upon

he must run mad. though it be as rank as a fox.

Mal. M,-Malvolio :-M,—why, that begins Sir To. Like aqua-vitæ with a midwife.
my name.
Fab. Did not I say, he would work it out? Mar. If you will tisz spa the fruits of the
the car is excellent at faults.

sport, mark his first approach before my lady ; Mal. M, But then there is no consonancy in he will come to her in yellow stockings, and the sequel ; that suffers under probation : Atis a colour she abhors; and cross-gartered, a should follow, but I does.

fashion she detests; and he will smile upon her, Fab. And O'shall end, I hope.

which will now be su unsuitable to her disposiSir To. Ay, or I'll cudgel him, and make him tion, being addicted to a melancholy as she is,

that it cannot but turn him into a notable conMal. And then I comes behind.

tempt: if you will see it, follow me. Fab. Ay, an yon had an eye behind you, you

Sir To. To the gates of Tartar, thou most ex. might see more detraction at your heels,'than cellent devil of wit ! fortunes before you.

Sir And. I'll make one too.

(Eseunt Mal. M, 0, A, I:-This simulation is not as the former :-and yet, to crush this a little, it would bow to me, for every one of these letters

ACT III. . are in my name. Soft; here follows prose. this fall into thy hand, revolve. In my stars

SCENE I. Olivia's Garden.

Enter Viola, and Clown, with a tabor. ness : Some are born great, some achieve greatness, and some have greatness thrust Vio. Save thee, friend, and thy musick: Dost upon them. Thy fates open their hands ; let thou live by thy tabor ? thy blood and spirit embrace them. And, to Clo. No, sir, I live by the church. inure thyself to what thou art like to be, cast

Vio. Art thou a churchman? thy humble slough, and appear fresh. Be

Clo. No such matter, sir; I do live by the opposite with a kinsman, surly with servants : church; for 1 do live at my house, and my let thy tongue tang arguments of state ; put house doth stand by the church. thyself into the trick of singularity: She thus Vio. So thou may'st say, the king lies by a advises thee, that sighs for thee. Remember beggar, if a beggar dwell near him: or, the who commended thy yellow stockings; and church stands by thy tabor, if thy tabor stand wished to see thee ever cross-gartered: 'I say, by the church. remember. Go to; thou art made, if thou Clo. You have said, sir.–To see this age ! -A desirest to be so if not, let me see thee a sentence is but a chéveril glove to a good wit; steward still, the fellow of servants, and not How quickly the wrong side may be turned outworthy to touch fortune's fingers. Farewell. ward I She that would alter services with thee,

Vio. Nay, that's certain ; they that dally The fortunate-unhappy.

nicely with words, may quickly make them

wanton. Day-light and champain discovers not more : Clo. I would, therefore, my sister had had no this is open.

I will be proud, I will read poli name, sir. tick authors, I will bafile Sir Toby, I will wash Vio. Why, man? off gross acquaintance, I will be point-de-vice, Clo. Why, sir, her name's a word ; and to the very man. I do not now fool myself, to dally with that word, might make my sister let imagination jade me ; for every reason ex- wanton : But, indeed, words are very rascals, cites to this, that my lady loves me. She did since bonds disgraced them. commend my yellow stockings of late, she did Vio. Thy reason, man? praise my leg being cross-gartered ; and in this clo. Troth, sir, I can yield you none without she manifests herself to my love, and, with a words; and' words are grown so false, I am kind of injunction, drives me to these habits of loath to prove reason with them. her liking. I thank my stars, I am happy. 1 Vio. I warrant, thou art a merry fellow, and will be strange, stont, in yellow stockings, and carest for nothing. cross-gartered, even with the swiftness of put Clo. Not so, sir, I do care for something: but ting on. Jove, and my stars be praised !-Here in my conscience, sir, I do not care for you : it is yet a postscript. Thou canst not choose but that be to care for nothing, sir, I would it would know who I am If thou entertainest my love, make you invisible. let it appear in thy smiling; thy smiles become Vio. Art not thou the lady Olivia's fool ? thee well: therefore in my presence still smile, Clo. No, indeed, sir; the lady Olivia has no dear my sweet, I pr'ythee. “Jove, I thank thee folly : she will keep no fool, sir, uill she be

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fool;

married ; and fools are as like husbands, as pil. Vio. And he is yours, and his must needs be
chards are to herrings, the husband's the bigger; yours;
I am, indeed, not her fool, but her corrupter of Your servant's servant is your servant, madam.
words.

Oli. For him, I think not on him : for his
Vio. I saw thee late at the count Orsino's.

thoughts,
Clo. Foolery, sir, does walk about the orb, I'Would they were blanks, rather than fill'd
like the sun: it shines every where. I would with me!
be sorry, sir, but the fool should be as oft with Vio. Madam, I come to whet your gentle
your master, as with my mistress : I think I saw thoughts
your wisdom there.

On his behalf :
Vio. Nay, an thou pass upon me, I'll no more Oli.

O, by your leave, I pray you: with thee. 'Hold, there's expenses for thee. I bade you never speak again of him :

Clo. Now Jove, in his next commodity of But, would you undertake another suit,
hair, send thee a beard !

I had rather hear you to solicit that,
Vio. By my troth, I'll tell thee; I am almost Than musick from the spheres.
sick for one : though I would not have it grow Vio.

Dear lady,
on my chin. Is thy lady within ?

Oli. Give me leave, 'beseech you : I did send
Cho Would not a pair of these have bred, sir ? After the last enchantment you did here,
Vio. Yes, being kept together, and put to use. A ring in chase of you ; so did I abuse
Clo. I would play lord Pandarus of Phrygia, Myself, my servant, and, I fear me, you ;
sir, to bring a Cressida to this Troilus.

Under your hard construction must I sit,
Vio. I understand you, sir ; 'tis well begg'd. To force that on you, in a shameful cunning,
Clo. The matter, I hope, is not great, sir, beg- Which you knew none of yours: What might
ging but a beggar; Cressida was a beggar. My you think?
lady is within, sir. I will construe to them Have you not set mine honour at the stake,
whence you come; who you are, and what you And baited it with all the unmuzzled thoughts
would, are out of my welkin: I'might say, ele- That tyrannous heart can think? To one of
ment; but the word is over-worn.

Exit.

your receiving Vio. This fellow's wise enough to play the Enough is shown; a cypress, not a bosom,

Hides my heart : So let me hear you speak
And, to do that well, craves a kind of wit :

Vio. I pity you.
He must observe their mood on whom he jests, Oli. That's a degree to love.
The quality of persons, and the time;

Vio. No, not a grise ; for 'tis a vulgar proof,
And, like ihe haggard, check at every feather That very oft we pity enemies.
That comes before his eye. This is a practice, Oli. Why, then, methinks, 'tis time to smil
As full of labour as a wise man's art :

again;
For folly, that he wisely shows, is fit; O world, how apt the poor are to be proud !
But wise men, folly-fallen, quite taint their wit. If one should be a prey, how much the better

To fall before the lion, than the wolf ?
Enter Sir Toby Belch and Sir Andrew Ague-

(Clock strikes. cheek.

The clock upbraids me with the waste time. Sir To. Save you, gentleman.

Be not afraid, good youth, I will not have you: Vio. And you, sir.

And yet, when wit and youth is come to harvest
Sir And Dieu vous garde, monsieur.

Your wife is like to reap a proper man:
Vio. Et vous aussi ; votre serviteur. There lies your way, due west.
Sir And. I hope sir, you are ; and I am yours.

Vio.

Then westward-hoe : Sir To. Will you encounter the house ? my Grace and good disposition 'tend your ladyship! niece is desirous you should enter, if your trade You'll nothing, madam, to my lord by me ? be to her.

Oli. Stay : Vio. I am bound to your niece, sir : I mean, I pr’ythee, tell me, what thou think'st of me. she is the list of my voyage.

Vió. That you do think, you are not what you Sir To. Taste your legs, sir, put them to motion.

Oli. If I think so, I think the same of yon. Vio. My legs do better understand me, sir, Vio. Then think you right; I am not what I than I understand what you mean by bidding an. me taste my legs.

Oli. I would you were as I would have you be!
Sir To. I mean to go, sir, to enter.

Vio. Would it be better, madam, than I am,
Vio. I will answer you with gait and entrance. I wish it might; for now I am your fool.
Bat we are prevented.

Oli. O, what a deal of scorn looks beautiful
Enter Olivia and Maria.

In the contempt and anger of his lip!

A murd'rous guilt shows not itself more soon Most excellent accomplish'd lady, the heavens Than love that would seem hid : love's night is rain odours on you!

Sir And. That youth's a rare courtier ! Rain Cesario, by the roses of the spring,
odours! well.

By maidhood, honour, truth, and every thing,
Vio. My matter hath no voice, lady, but to love thee so, that, maug.e all thy pride,
your own most pregnant and vouchsafed ear. Nor wit, nor reason, can my passion hide.
Sir And. Odours, pregnant, and vouchsafed. Do not extort thy reasons from this clause,
I'll get 'em all three ready.

For, that I woo, thou therefore hast no cause : Oti. Let the garden door be shut, and leave But, rather, reason thus with reason fetter! me to my hearing.

Love sought is good, but given unsought, is (Ereunt Sir Toby, Sir Andrew, and Maria. better. Give me your hand, sir.

Fio. By innocence I swear, and by my youth, Vio. My duty, madam, and most humble ser. I have one heart, one bosom, and one truth, vice.

And that no woman has ; nor never none
Oli. What is your name?

Shall mistress be of it, save I alone.
Vio. Cesario is your servant's name, fair prin- And so adieu, good madam ; never more
cess.

Will I my master's tears to you deplore.
Oli. My servant, sir ? 'Twas never merry Oli. Yet come again; for thou, perhaps,
world,

may'st move Since lowly reigning was call'd compliment; That heart, which now abhors, to like his love. You are servant to the count Orsino, youth.

are.

noon.

[Exeunte

.

SCENE II. A Room in Olivia's House. for there is no Christian, that means to be saved Enter Sir Toby Belch, Sir Andrew Ague-cheek, by believing rightly, can ever believe such im

possible passages of grossness. He's in yellow and Fabian.

stockings. Sir And. No, faith, I'll not stay a jot longer, Sir To. And cross-gartered ? Sir To. Thy reason, dear venom, give thy Mar. Most villanously ; like a pedant that reason.

keeps a school i' the church.-have dogged Fab. You must needs yield your reason, Sirhim, like his murderer : He does obey every Andrew.

point of the letter that I dropped to betray him. Sir And. Marry, I saw your niece do more He does smile his face into inore lines, than are favours to the count's serving roan, than ever in the new map, with the augmentation of the Sir To. Did she see thee the while, old boy? I can hardly forbear hurling things at him.

I i tell me that.

know, my lady will strike him; if she do, he'll Sir And. As plain as I see you now.

smile,

and take't for a great favour. Fab. This was a great argument of love in her Sir To. Come, bring us, bring us where he is toward you.

(Ereunt Sir And. 'Slight ! will you make an ass

me?

SCENE III. A eet. Fab. I will prove it legitimate, sir, upon the oaths of judgment and reason.

Enter Antonio and Sebastian. Sir To. And they have been grand jury-men, Seb. I would not, by my will, have troubled since before Non was a sailor.

you; Fab. She did show favour to the youth in your But, since you make your pleasure of your pains, sight, only to exasperate you, to awake your I will no further chide you. dormouse valour, to put fire in your heart, and Ant. I could not stay behind you; my desire, brimstone in your liver : You should then have More sharp than filed steel, did spur me forth; accosted her; and with some excellent jests, And not all love to see you, (though so much fire-new from the mint, you should have bang: As might have drawn one to a longer voyage,) ed the youth into dumbness. This was looked But jealousy what might befall your travel, for at your hand, and this was baulked : the Being skilless in these parts; which to a stranger, double gilt of this opportunity you let tine wash Unguided and unfriended, often prove off, and you are now sailed into the north of my Rough and unhospitable : My willing love, lady's opinion; where you will hang like an The rather by these arguments of fear, icicle on a Dutchman's beard, unless you do re Set forth in your pursuit. deem it by some laudable attempt, either of va Seb.

My kind Antonio, our, or policy.

I can no other answer make, but, thanks, Sir And. And 't be any way, it must be with And thanks, and ever thanks : Often gooi! turns valour ; for policy ! late : I had as lief be a Are shutiled off with such uncurrent pay: Brownist as a politician.

But, were my worth, as is my conscience firm, Sir To. Why then, build me thy fortunes upon You should find better dealing. What's t3 do 1 the basis of valour. Challenge me the count's Shall we go see the reliqnes of this town? youth to fight with him ? hurt him in eleven Ant. Tomorrow, sir ; best, first, go see your places; my niece shall take note of it: and as lodging. sure thyself, there is no love-broker in the world Seb. I am not weary, and 'tis long to night: can more prevali in man's commendation with I pray you, let us satisfy our eyes woman, than report of valour.

With the memorials, and the things of fame, Fab. There is no way but this, Sir Andrew That do renown this city. Sir And. Will either of you bear me a chal Ant.

'Would, you'd pardon me : lenge to him ?

I do not without danger walk these streets : Sir To Go, write it in a martial hand; be once, in a sea-fight, 'gainst the connt his galleys, curst and brief ; it is no matter how witty, so it I did some service ; of such note, indeed, be eloquent, and full of invention : tannt hin That, were I ta'en here, it would scarcé be anwith the license of ink : if thou thou'st him some swer'd. thrice, it shall not be amiss; and as many lies Seb. Belike, you slew great number of his as will lie in thy sheet of paper, although the people. sheet were big enough for the bed of Ware in Ant. The offence is not of such a bloody nature, England, se t 'em down; go, about it. Let there Albeit the quality of the time, and quarrel, be gall enough in thy ink'; though thou write Might well have given us bloody argument. with a goose pen, no matter : Abont it.

It might have since been answer'd in repaying Sir And. Where shall I find you ?

What we took from them; which, for traffick's Sir To. We'll call thee at the cubiculo : Go.

sake, (Exit Sir Andrew. Most of our city did : only myself stood out: Fab. This is a dear manakin to you, Sir Toby. For which, if I be lapsed in this place,

Sir To. I have been dear to him, 'lad; some I shall pay dear. two thousand strong, or so.

Seb.

Do not then walk too open. Fab. We shall have a rare letter from him : Ant. It doth not fit me. Hold, sir, here's my but you'll not deliver it.

purse : Sir To. Never trust me then! and by all means In the south suburbs, at the Elephant, stir on the youth to an answer. I think, oxen Is best to lodge : I will bespeak' our diet, and wainropes cannot hale them together. For Whiles you beguile the time, and feed your Andrew, if he were opened, and you find so knowledge, much blood in his liver as will clog the foot of With viewing of the town; there shall you have a flea, I'll eat the rest of the anatomy.

me. Fab. And his opposite, the youth, bears in his Seb. Why I your purse ? visage no great presage of cruelty.

Ant. Haply, your eye shall light upon some toy

You have desire to purchase ; and your store, Enter Maria.

I think, is not for idle markets, sir. Sir To. Look where the youngest wren of Seb. I'll be your purse-bearer, and leave you for nine comes.

An hour. Mar. If you desire the spleen, and will laugh Ant. To the Elephant.yourselves into stiches, follow me : yon' gull Seb.

I do remember Malvolio is turned heathen, a very renegado ;]

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