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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 adAs you have for Olivia : you cannot love her ; vanced plumes! You teli 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, rogne ! 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. O 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, Drike. What dost thou know?
Sir To. O, for a stone-bow, to hit him in the Vio. Too well what love women to men may eye! owe:
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 luv'd a inan, 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. 0, 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; Duke. But died thy sister of her love, my hoy? court'sies there to ine : Vio. I am all the daughters of my father's Sir To. Shall this fellow live? house,
Fab. Thongh 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. 1 extend my hand to him thus, quenchDuke.
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
[Éreunt. o' the lips then ? SCENE V. Olivia's Garden.
Mal. Saying, Cousin Toby, my fortunes havEnter Sir Toby Belch, Sir Andrew Ague-cheek, gative of speech :
ing cast me on your niece, give me this preroand Fabian.
Sir To. What, what? Sir To. Come thy ways, signior Fabian. Mal.
You must amend your drunkenness. Fab. 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 To, 0, peace and the spirit of humours Sir To. Here comes the little villain :-How
Mal. By my life, this is my lady's hand : now, my nettle of India ?
these be her very C's, her U's, and her T's; Mar. Get ye all three into the box tree : Mal and thus makes she her great P's. It is, in volio's coming down this walk : he has been contempt of question, her hand. yonder i' the sun, practising behaviour to his Sir And. Her C's, her U's, and her T's: 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 --By 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 but fortune ; all is fortune. Maria
But who? once told me, she did affect me: and I have
Lips do not mode, heard herself come thus near, that, should she
No man must know. fancy, it should be one of my complexion. No man must know.-What follows the namBesides, she uses me with a more exalted re-bers altered !--No man must know -If this spect, than any one else that follows her. What should be thee, Malvolio? should I think on't?
Sir To. Marry, hang thee, brock!
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 iny 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 l.
Sir To. I could marry this wench for this Mal. M, 0, A, I, doth sway my life.--Nay,
device. but first, let me see, - let me see,- let 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! Mal. I may command where I adore. Why,
Sir And. Nor I neither. she may command me; I serve her, she is my
Fab Here comes my noble gull-catcher. lady. Why, this is evident to any formal capa
Sir To. Wilt thou set thy foot o' my neck ?
Sir And. Or o mine either ? city. There is no obstruction in this ;-And the end - What should that alphabetical position Sir To. Shall play my freedom at tray-trip, portend? if I could make that resemble some and become thy bond-slave ? ihing in me, -Softly,-M, 0, A, 1.
Sir And. I' faith, or I either ? Sir To. 0, ay, make up that :-he is now at dream, ihat, when the image of it leaves him,
Sir To. Why, thou hast put him in such a a cold scent.
he must run mad. Fab. Sowter will cry upon't, for all this, though it be as rank as a fox.
Mar. Nay, but say true : does it work upon Mal. M,-Malvolio :-M,—why, that begins Sir To. Like aqua-vitæ with a midwife. my name f'ab. Did not I say, he would work it out?
Mar. If you will then see the fruits of the the cur is excellent al 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 seqnel ; that suffers under probation : A 'uis a colour she ahhors; and cross-gartered, a should follow, but o 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, án you 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 !
Sir And. l'll make one too. fortunes before you.
[E.reunt. Mal. M, 0, 4, 1:- 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.If 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 masick: Dost upon thein. 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? try 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 lang 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 vho 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 cheveril 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 ! She that would alter services with thee,
Vio. Nay, that's certain ; they that dally The fortunate-unhappy.
nicely with words, may quickly make thein 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 batlle 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. ! 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, 1 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 he 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, till slie be 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, 'Would they were blanks, rather than fill'd like the sun: it shines everywhere. 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. 1 bade you never speak again of himni
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 Clo: 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. 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 unmnzzled thoughts would, are out of my welkin: I'might say, ele- That tyrannous beart can think? To ouenf inent, but the word is over-worn. (Erit.
your receiving Vio. This fellow's wise enough to play the Enough is shown; a cypress, not a bosom, fool;
Hides my heart : So let me hear you speak And, to do that well, craves a kind of wit :
Vio. I pity you.
Vio. No, not a grise ; for 'tis a vulgar proof,
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 of 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 yotirs. 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 frythee, tell me, what thou think'st of me. she is the list of my voyage.
Vio. That you do think, you are not what yon Sir To. Taste your legs, sir, put them to motion.
Oli. If I think so, I think the same of you. 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 ain, Vio. I will answer you with gait and entrance. I wish it might; for now I am your fool. But we are prevented.
Oli. 0, 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 !
noon. 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 I love thee so, that, maug. 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 : Oli. Let the garden dvor be shut, and leave But, rather, reason thus with reason fetter! me to my hearing.
Love sought is good, but given unsought, is (Ezeunt Sir Toby, Sir Andrew, and Maria. beter. Give me your hand, sir.
t'io. By innocence I swear, and by my youth, Vio. My duty, madam, and most hunble ser- I love one heart, one bosom, and one truth, vice.
And that no woman has ; nor never none
Shall anistrese be of it, save I alone.
Will I my master's tears to you deplore. Oli. My servant, sir ? 'Twas never merry Oli. Yet come again ; for thou, perhapa, 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."
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. and Fabian.
possible passages of grossness. He's in yellow
stockings. Sir And. No, faith, I'll not stay a jot longer. Sir To. And cross-gartered? Sir To. Thý reason, dear venom, give thy Mar. Most villanously ; like a pedant that reason.
keeps a school i' the church. I have dogged Fab. You must needs yield your reason, Sir him, 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 more lines, than are favours to the count's serving taan, than ever in the new map, with the augmentation of the she bestowed upon me : 1 saw 'ti'the orchard. Indies : you have not seen such a thing as 'tis ;
Sir 7'0. Did she see thee the while, old boy ? 1 can hardly forbear liurling things at him. 1 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
where he is toward you.
[Ereunt Sir And. 'Slight! will you make an ass o' me?
SCENE III. A Street.
Enter Antonio and Sebastian. Sir To. And they have been grand jury-men, Seb. I would not, by my will, have troubled since before Noah 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 yoii. dorioase 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 !night 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.lo a stranger, double gilt of this opportunity yon let time 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 Artonio, '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 goor! turns valour ; for policy I hate : I had as lief be a Are shuttled 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:
i the basis of valour. Challenge me the count's Shall we go see the reliques of this town? youth to fight with him ? hurt him in eleven Ant. To-norrow, sir ; 'best, first, gu see your places ; my niece shall take note of it: and as- lodging sure thysell, there is no love-broker in the world Seb. I am not weary, and 'tis long to night: can more prevail 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 count his galleys, curst and brief; it is no matter how willy, so it I did some service; of such note, indeed, be eloquent, and full of invention : taunt him That, were I ta'en here, it would scarce 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 : About 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,
(Erit 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.
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 tlea, I'll eat the rest of the anatomy. Fab. And his opposite, the youth, bears in his Seb. Why I your purse? visage no great presa ge 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 ;
SCENE IY. Olivia's Garden. for she incites me to that in the letter. Cast thy
humble slough, says she ; be opposite with a kins.
man, surly with servants,-let thy tongue tang Oli. I have sent after him: He says he'll come with arguments of staie,-put thyself into the How shall I feast himn? what bestow on him? trick of singularity ;-and, consequently, sets For youth is bought more oft, than begg'd, or down the manner how; as, a sad face, a reveborrow'd.
rend carriage, a slow tongue, in the habit of some I speak too loud.
sir of note, und so forth. I have limed her ; but Where is Malvoliu ?-he is sad, and civil, it is Jove's doing, and Jove make me thankful! And suits well for a servant with my fortunes ; - And, when she went away now, Let this fellow Where is Malvolio ?
be looked to : Fellow! not Malvolio, nor after Mar. He's coming, madam; but in very strange my degree, but fellow. Why, every thing admanner. He is sure possessed, madam. heres together; that no dram of a scruple, no
Oli. Why, what's the matter ? does he rave ? scruple of a scruple, no obstacle, no incredulous Mar. No, madam, be does nothing but sinile : or unsafe circumstance,--What can be said ? your lady ship were best to have some guard Nothing that can be, can come between me and about you, if he come ; for sure, the man is the full prospect of my hopes. Well, Jove, tainted in his wits.
not I, is the doer of this, and he is to be Oli. Go call him hither.-I'm as mad as he, thanked. If sad and merry madness equal be.
Re-enter Maria, with Sir Toby Belch and FaEnter Malvolio.
bian. How now, Malvolio?
Sir To. Which way is he, in the name of Mal. Sweet lady, ho, ho. [Smiles fantastically. sanctity ? If all the devils in hell be drawn in Oh. Smil'st thou ?
little, and Legion himself possessed him, yet I sent for thee upon a sad occasion.
I'll speak to him. Mal. Sad, lady? I could be sad : This does Fab. Here he is, here he is :- How is't with make some obstruction in the blood, this cross- you, sir ? how is't with you, man? gru tering: But what of that, if it please the eye Mal. Go off: I discard you ; let me enjoy my of one, it is with me as the very true sonnet is : private : go off. Please one, and please all.
Mar. Lo, how hollow the fiend speaks within Oh. Why, how dost thou, man? what is the him! did not I tell you?-Sir Toby, my lady matter with thee ?
prays yon to have a care of him. Mal. Not black in my mind, though yellow in Mal. Ah, ha! does she so ? my legs: It did come to his hands, and com.
Sir To. Go to, go to; peace, peace, we must mands shall be executed. I think, we do know deal gently with him ; let me alone. How do the sweet Roman hand.
you, Malvolio ? how is't with you? What, Oli. Wilt thou go to bed, Malvolio ?
man! defy the devil; consider, he's an enemy Mal. To bed ? ay, sweet heart; and I'll come to mankind. to thee.
Mal. Do you know what you say ? Oli. God comfort thee! Why dost thou smile Mar. La you, an you speak ill of the devil, 80, and kiss thy hand so oft ?
how he takes it at heart! "Pray God, he be not Mar. How do you, Malvolio?
bewitched ! Mal. At your request ? Yes: Nightingales an- Fah. Carry his water to the wise woman. swer daws.
Mar. Marry, and it shall be done to-morrow Mar. Why appear you with this ridiculous morning, if I live. My lady would not lose him boldness before my lady?
for more than I'll say. Mal. Be not afraid of greatness :-'Twas Mal. How now, mistress ? well writ.
Mar. 0 lord! Oli. What meanest thou by that, Malvolio ? Sir To. 'Prythee, hold thy peace; this is not Mal. Some are born great,
the way : Do you not see, you move him ; let Oli. Ha ?
me alone with him. Mal. Some achiere greatness,
Fab. No way but gentleness ; gently, gently Oli. What say'st thou ?
the fiend is rough, and will not be roughly used. Mal. And soine have greatness thrust upon Sir To. Why, how now, my bawcock? how them.
dost thou, chuck ? Oli. Heaven restore thee !
Mal. Sir? Mal. Remember who commended thy yellor Sir To. Ay, biddy come with me. What, man! stockings ;
'tis not for gravity to play at cherry-pit with Oli. Thy yellow stockings ?
Satan: Hang him, foul collier ! Mal. And wished to see thee cross-gartered. Mar. Get him to say his prayers ; good Sir Oli. Cross-garter ed ?
Toby, get him to pray, Ma). Go to; thou art made if thou desirest to Mal. My prayers, minx ? be so
Mar. No, I warrant you, he will not hear of Oli. Am I made ?
godliness. Mal. If not, let me see thee a servant still. Mal. Go, hang yourselves all ! you are idle Oli Why, this is very midsummer madness.
shallow things: am not of your element ; yo Enter Servant. shall know more hereafter.
Sir To. Is't possible? Ser. Madam, the young gentleman of the count Fab !f this were played upon a stage now, I Orsino's is returned ; I could hardly entreat him could condemn it as an improbable fiction back : he attends your lady ship's pleasure. Sir To. His very genius hath taken the infecOl. I'll coine to him. [Exit Servant.) Good tion of the device, mar.. Maria, let this fellow be looked to. Where's my Mar. Nay, pursue him now : lest the device cousin Toby? Let some of my people have a take air, and taint. special care of him ; I would not have himn mis- Fab. Why, we shall make him mad, indeed. carry for the half of my dowry.
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