Vio. Would it be better, Madam, than I am, I wish it might; for now I am your fool. Oli. O, what a deal of fcorn looks beautiful A murd'rous guilt fhews not itself more foon, By maidhood, honour, truth, and every thing, Oli. Yet come again; for thou, perhaps, may'ft move That heart which now abhors to like his love. SCENE IV. [Exeunt. Changes to an Apartment in Olivia's House. Enter Sir Toby, Sir Andrew, and Fabian. Sir And. No, faith, I'll not stay a jót longer. Sir To. Thy reafon, dear venom, give thy reafon. Fab. You must needs yield your reafon, Sir Andrew. Sir And. Marry, I faw your niece do more favours to the Duke's fervant man, than ever fhe bestow'd I faw't i' th' orchard. on me. Sir To. Did fhe fee thee the while, old boy, tell me that? Save I alone. These three words Sir Thomas Hanmer gives to Viola probably enough. Johnson. Sir And. As plain as I fee you now, Fab. This was a great argument of love in her towards you. Sir And. 'Slight! will you make an afs o' me? Fab. I will prove it legitimate, Sir, upon the oaths of judgment and reason. Sir To. And they have been grand jurymen fince before Noah was a failor. Fab. She did fhew favour to the youth in your fight, only to exafperate you, to awake your dormouse valour, to put fire in your heart, and brimftone in your liver. You fhould then have accofted her with fome excellent jefts, fire-new from the mint; you fhould have bang'd the youth into dumbnefs. This was look'd for at your hand, and this was baulkt. The double gilt of this opportunity you let time wafh off, and you are now fail'd into the north of my Lady's opinion; where you will hang like an ificle on a Dutchman's beard, unlefs you do redeem it by fome laudable attempt either of valour or policy. Sir And. And't be any way, it must be with valour; for policy I hate: I had as lief be a Brownist as a politician. Sir To. Why then, build me thy fortunes upon the basis of valour; challenge me the Duke's youth to fight with him; hurt him in eleven places; my niece fhall take note of it; and affure thyself, there is no love-broker in the world can more prevail in man's commendation with woman, than report of valour. Fab. There is no way but this, Sir Andrew. Sir And. Will either of you bear me a challenge to him? Sir To. Go, write in a martial hand; be curs'd and brief: it is no matter how witty, fo it be eloquent, and full of invention; taunt him with the licence of ink; if thou thou'ft him fome thrice, it fhall not be amifs; and as many lies as will ly in thy fheet of paper, although the fheet were big enough for the bed of Ware in England; fet 'em down, go about it. Let there be gall enough in thy ink, though thou write with a goose pen, no matter: about it. Sir And. Where fhall I find you ? Sir To. We'll call thee at the cubiculo: go. SCENE [Exit Sir Andrew. V. Fab. This is a dear manikin to you, Sir Toby. Sir To. I have been dear to him, lad; fome two thousand strong or fo. Fab. We fhall have a rare letter from him; but you'll not deliver't. Sir To. Never truft me then; and by all means ftir on the youth to an answer. I think oxen and wain-ropes cannot hale them together. For Andrew, if he were open'd, and you find fo much blood in his liver as will clog the foot of a flea, I'll eat the rest of th' anatomy. Fab. And his oppofite, the youth, bears in his visage no great prefage of cruelty. Enter Maria. Sir To. Look where the youngest wren of nine comes. Mar. If you defire the spleen, and will laugh yourselves into stitches, follow me: yond gull Malvolio is turned Heathen, a very renegado; for there is no Chriftian, that means to be fav'd by believing rightly, can ever believe fuch impoffible paffages of groffness. He's in yellow stockings. Sir To. And cross-garter'd? Mar. Moft villainously; like a pedant that keeps a fchool i' th' church-I have dogg'd him like his murderer. He does obey every point of the letter that I drop'd to betray him. He does fmile his face into more lines than is in the new map, with the augmentation of the Indies: you have not feen fuch a thing as 'tis ; I can hardly forbear hurling things at him. I know my lady will strike him; if fhe do, he'll fmile, and take't for a great favour. Sir To. Come, bring us, bring us where he is. [Exeunt. VI. SCENE Changes to the Street. Enter Sebaftian and Anthonio. Seb. I would not by my will have troubled you; But fince you make your pleasure of your pains, I will no further chide you. Ant. I could not ftay behind you; my defire, (More fharp than filed steel), did fpur me forth; And not all love to fee you, (tho' fo much, As might have drawn one* to a longer voyage); But jealoufy what might befal your travel, Being skillefs in thefe parts; which to a ftranger, Unguided and unfriended, often prove Rough and unhofpitable; my willing love, The rather by these arguments of fear, Set forth in your pursuit. Seb. My kind Anthonio, I can no other answer make but thanks; Ant. To-morrow, Sir; beft, first, go see your lodging. Seb. I am not weary, and 'tis long to night; With the memorials, and the things of fame, Ant. 'Would you'd pardon me : I do not without danger walk these streets. That were I ta'en here, it would fcarce be answer'd. * I believe we should read, "drawn me." Revisal. Might well have given us bloody argument: I fhall pay dear. Seb. Do not then walk too open. Ant. It doth not fit me: hold, Sir, here's my purse. In the fouth fuburbs at the Elephant Is beft to lodge: I will befpeak our diet, Whiles you beguile your time, and feed your knowledge With viewing of the town; there fhall you have me. Seb. Why I your purse? Ant. Haply your eye fhall light upon fome toy You have defire to purchase; and your store, I think, is not for idle markets, Sir. Seb. I'll be your purfe-bearer, and leave you for An hour. Oli. I have fent after him; he fays he'll come ;How fhall I feaft him? what beftow on him? For youth is bought more oft, than begg'd or borI fpeak too loud. Where is Malvolio? he is fad and civil, [row'd. And fuits well for a fervant with my fortunes. Mar. He's coming, Madam; but in very strange He is fure poffefs'd, Madam. [manner. Oli. Why, what's the matter? does he rave? Mar. No, Madam, he does nothing but fmile : your Ladyfhip were beft to have fome guard about you, if he come; for fure the man is tainted in his wits. Oli. Go, call him hither. |