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For such disguise as, haply, shall become
The form of my intent. I'll serve this duke ; Duke. O she, that hath a heart of that fine Thou shalt present me as an eunueh to him, frame,
It may be worth thy pains ; for I can sing, To pay this debt of love but to a brother,
And speak to bim in many sorts of music,
What else inay bap, to time I will commit;
(Exeunt, SCENE II.-The Sea Coast.
SCENE III.-A Room in OLIVIA's House, Enter VIOLA, CAPTAIN, and Sailors.
Enter Sir Toby Belch, and MARIA. Vio. Wbat country, friends, is this !
Sir To. What a plague means my niece, to Cap. Illyria, lady.
take the death of her brother tbuz! I am sure Vio. And what should I do in Illyria ?
care's an enemy to life. My brother he is in Elysium.
Mar. By troth, Sir Toby, you must come in Perchance, he is not drown'd :—What think you, earlier o'nights; your consill, my lady, takes sailors ?
great exceptions to your ill hours. Cap. It is perchance, that you yourself were Sir To. Why, lei ber except before excepted. saved.
Mar. Ay, but you must contine yourself with. Vio. O my poor brother! and so, perchance, in the modest limits of order. may he be.
Sir To. Contine? I'll confine myself no finer Cap. True, madam : and, to comfort you with than I am : these clothes are good enough to chance,
drink in, and so be these boots too ; an they be Assure yourself, after our ship did split,
not, let them bang themselves in tbeir own When you, and that poor wamber saved with straps. you,
Mar. That quafting and drinking will undo Hang on our driving boat, I saw your brother, you : I heard my lady talk of it yesterday; and Most provident in peril, bind himself
of a foolish knight that you brought in one night (Courage and hope both teaching him the prac-bere, to be her wooer. tice)
Sir Tu. Who? Sir Andrew Ague-cheek 1 To a strong mast, that lived npon the sea ;
Mar. Ay, he. Where, like Arion on the dolphin's back,
Sir To. He's as tall + a man as any's in I saw hiin hold acquaintance with the waves, Illyria. So long as I could see.
Mar. What's that to the purpose
7 Fio. For saying so, there's gold :
Sir To. Why, be has three thousand ducats Mine owu escape unfoldeth to iny hope,
a ytar. Whereto thy speech serves for authority,
Mar. Aye, but he'll have but a year in all these The like of him. Know'st thou this country! ducats ; he's a very fool, and a prodigal. Cap. Ay, Madam, well; for I was bred and Sir To. Fye, that you'll say so he plavs o' born,
the viol-de-gambo, and speaks three or four lanNot three hours' travel from this very place. guages word for word without book, and hath all Vio. Wbo governs here?
the good gifts of nature. Cap. A uoble duke, in nature,
Mar. He hath, indeed,-almost natura!: for, As in bis name.
besides that he's a fool, he's a great quarreller ; Vio. What is bis name?
and, but that he bath the gift of a coward to allay Cap, Orsino.
the gust he bath in quarrelling, 'tis thought Vio. Orsino! I have heard my father name among the prudent, he would quickly have the hiin :
gift of a grave. He was a bachelor then.
Sir To. By this hand, they are scoundrels Cap. And so is now,
and substractors that say so of him. Who are Or was so very late : for but a month
they ? Igo I went from hence; and then 'twas fresh Mar. They that add moreover, he's drunk in murmur ; (as, you know, what great ones do, nightly in your company. Che less will pratile of,) that he did seek
Sir To. With drinking healths to my niece ; The love of fair Olivia.
I'll drink to her, as long as there is a passage in Vio. What's she?
my throat, and drink in Illyria : He's a coward C'ap. A virtuous maid the daughter of a count and a coystril, # that will not drink to my niece, That died some twelvemonth since ; then leaving till his brains turu o' the toe like a parish-top. her
What, wench? Castiliano vulgo ; for here comes
Enter Sir ANDREW AGUE-CHEEK.
Sir And. Sir Toby Belch! bow now, Sir Toby Vio. O that I served that lady :
Sir To. Sweet Sir Andrew !
Mar. And you too, Sir. (ap. That were hard to compass;
Sir To. Accost, Sir Andrew, accost, Because she will admit no kind of suit,
Sir And. What's that? No, not the duke's.
Sir To. My niece's chamber-maid. Vio. There is a fair bebaviour in thee, cap
tain ; And though that nature with a beauteous wall
I Abastard bauk, or a coward cock. Deb oft close in poilutiou, yet of thee
It was customary in every village to keep a large tup I w.) believe, thou hast a mind that suits furthe peasants to whip in cold weather.
Sir And. Good mistress Accost, I desire bet- picture. why dost thou not go to church in a ter acquaintance.
galliard, and come home in a coranto? My Mur. My name is Mary, Sir.
very walk should be a jig ; I wonld not so much Sir And. Good mistress Mary Accost, as inake water, but in a sink.a-pace. + What
Sir To. You mistake, kuight: accost, is, front dost thou mean ? is it a world to bide virtues her, board ber, woo ber, assail her.
in? I did think by the excellent constitution of Sir And. By my truth, I would not under-thy leg, it was forined under the star of a galtake her in this company. Is that the ineaning liard. oi accost?
Sir And. Ay, 'tis strong, and it does indiffe. Mar. Fare you well, gentlemen.
rent well in a flame-coloured stock. Shall we Sir To. An thou let part so, Sir Andrew, set about some revels ? 'would you inight'st never draw sword again. Sir To. What shall we do else I were we not
Sir And. An you part so, mistress, I would born under Taurus ? I might never draw sword again. Fair lady, do Sir And. Taurus ? that's sides and heart. you think you bave fools ju hand ?
Sir To. No, Sir; it is legs and thighs. Let Mar. Sir, I have not you by the hand.
me see thee caper : ba! bigher: ha, ha!--exSir And. Marry, but you shall have ; and cellent!
[Exeunt. here's iny haud.
Mar. Now, Sir, thought is free: I pray you, SCENE IV.-A Roon in the DUKE's bring your band to the buttery-bar, and let it
Palace. drink, Sir And. Wherefore sweetheart? what's
Enter VALENTINE and Viola, in man's
attire. your metaphor ? Mar. It's dry, Sir ?
Val. If the duke continue these favours to. Sir And. Why, I think so; I am not such an wards yout, Cesario, you are like to be much ad. ass, but I can keep my dry. But what's vanced; be path kuown you bui three days, and your jest?
already you are no stranger. Mar. A dry jest, Sir.
Vio. You either fear bis humour, or my neg. Sir And. Are you full of them?
Jigence, that von call in qu stion the continu. Mar. Ay, Sir; I have them at my fingers' ance of his love : Is be inconstant, sir, in bis cnds : marry, now I let go your hand, I ain favours barren.
Val. No, believe me. Sir To. O knight, thou lack'st a cup of ca. nary : When did I see thee so put down?
Enter DUKE, CURio, and Attendants. Sir And. Never in your life, I think ; unless
Vio. I thank you. Here comes the count. you see canary put me down : Methinks, sometimes I have no more wit than a Christian, or
Duke. Who saw Cesario, ho?
Vio. On your attendance, my lord ; here. an ordinary man has : but I ain a great eater
Duke. Stand you a wbile aleos.-Cesario, of beef, and I believe that does harin to my Thon know'st no less but all; I have inclaspid wit. Sir To. No question.
To thee the book even of my secret soul: Sir And. All I thought that, I'd forswear it. Therefore, good youth, address thy gait t unto
her ; l'll ride home to-morrow, Sir Toby.
Be not denied access, stand at her doors, Sir To. Pourquoy, my dear knight? Sir And. What is pourquoy ? do or not do ? And tell them, there thy fixed foot shall grow,
Till tbon bave andience. I would I had bestowed that time in the tongues, that I bave in fencing, dancing, and bear-bait- if she be so abandon'd to ber sorrow
Vio. Sure, my noble lord, ing : Oh! bad I but followed the arts ! Sir To. Then bad'st thou had an excellent head As it is spoke, she never will admit me.
Duke. Be clamorous, and leap all civil bounds, of bair?
Rather than make umprofited retur. Sir And. Why, would that have mended my
Vio. Bay, I do speak with her, my lord ; hair?
What then? Sir To. Past question ; for thou seest it will
Duke. Oh! then unfold the passion of my love, not curl by nature. Sir And. But it becomes me well enough, it shall become thee well to act iny woes ;
Surprise her with discourse of my dear fuiib : does't not? Sir To. Excellent; it hangs like fax on a
She will attend it better in thy youth,
Tban in a nuncio of more grave aspect. distall; and I hope to gee a bousewife take
l'io. I think pot so, my lord. thee between her legs and spin it off. Sir And. 'Faith, I'll home to-morrow, Sir
Duke. Dear lad, believe it; Toby: your niece will not be seen ; or, if she For they shall yet belie thy happy years be, it's four to one she'll none of me : the count is not more smooth and ruhions ; thy small pipe
That say, thou art a man : Diana's lip biinsell, here hard by, wooes her. Sir 70. She'll none o' the count ; she'll not
Is as the maiden's organ, shrill and sound,
And all is semblative a woman's part. match above her degree, neither in estate, pens, I know thy constellation is right apt Hor wit; I have heard her swear it. Tut, there's For this affair :-Some four or five attend bim ; Jite in't, man.
Sir And. I'll stay a month longer. I am a All, if you will ; for I myself am best, fellow o’ the strangest mind i' the world; I de "ben least in company :--Prosper well in this, light in masques and revels sometimes alto- And thou shalt live as freely as thy lord,
To call his fortunes thine. gether. Sir To. Art ibon good at these kick-shaws, To woo your lady: yet,'[ 4 side.? a harful strife !
Vio. l'll do my best, knight?
Sir And. As any man in Illyria, whatsoever. Whoe'er I woo, myself would be his wife. he he, under the degree of my bitters; and yet
[Exeunt. ; I will not compare with an old man. Sir To. What is thy excellence in a galliard,
SCENE V-A Room in OLIVIA's House. knight?
Enter MARIA and CLOWN.
Mar. Nay, either tell me where thou hast
• Alluding to the infamous Mary Frith, commonly
called Mall Cut-Purse. See Grainger's Biog. llist. wherefore have these gifts a curtain before thein ?
+ Cinque-pace, the name of a dance. • Ge thy are they like to take dust, like mistress Mall's
Full of impediment,
bristle may enter, in way of thy excuse : my death shake him: Infirmity, that decays the lady will hang thee foi thy absence.
wise, doth ever make the better fool. Clo. Let her bang me: he that is well banged Cio. God send you, Sir, a speedy infirmity, in this world, needs to fear no colours.
for the better increasing your folly ! Sir Tony Mar. Make that good.
will be sworn, that I am no fox; but be will Clo. He shall see none to fear.
not pass bis word for two. pence that you are Mar. A good lenten • answer: I can tell thee no fool. where that saying was bort, of, I fear no co- Oli. How say you to that, Malvolio ? lours.
Mal. I marvel your ladysbip takes delight in Clo. Where, good mistress Mary?
such a barren rascal ; I saw him put down the Mar. In the wars ; and that may you be bold other day with an ordinary fool, that has no to say in your foulery.
more brain than a stone. Look you now, he's clo. Well, God give them wisdom, that have out of his guard already ; unless you laugh and it; and those that are fools, let thein use their minister occasion to him, he is gagged. I pro. talents.
test, I take these wise men, that crow so at these Nar. Yet you will be hanged, for being so set kind of fools, no better than the fools' long absent : or, to be turned away; is not that zanies.. as good as hanging to you?
Oli. O you are sick of self-love, Malvolio, Clo. Many a good hanging prevents a bad and taste with a distempered appetite. To be marriage ; and, for turuing away, let summer generous, guiltless, and of free disposition, is bear it out.
to take those things for bird-bolts, † that you Mar. You are resolute then ?
deem cannon-bullets : There is no slander in ('lo. Not so, neither ; but I am resolved on an allowed fool, though he do nothing but rail ; two points.
nor no railing in a kuown discreet man, though Mar. That, if one break + the other will hold; be do nothing but reprove. or, if both break, your gaskins fall.
Clo. Now Mercury endue thee with leasing, t Clo. Apt, in good faith ; very apt! Well, go for thou speakest well of fools. thy way; if Sir Toby would leave driukiny, thon wert as witty a piece of Eve's flesh, as any
Re-enter MARIA. in Illyria.
Mar. Madam, there is at the gate a young Mar. Peace, you rogue, no more of that; gentleman, much desires to speak with you. here comes my lady: make your excuse wisely,
Oli. From the count Orsino, is it? you were best.
Mar. I know not, madam; 'tis a fair young Enter OLIVIA and MALVOLIO.
man, and well attended.
Oli. Who of my people bold him in delay ? Clo. Wit, and't be thy will, put me into good Mar. Sir Tony, madam, your kinsman. fooling! Those wits that think they have thee, Oli. Fetch hiin off, I pray you; he speaks do very oft prove fools; and I, that am sure 1 nothing but madman: Fye on him ! (Exit Jack thee, may pass for a wise man : For what MARIA.] Go you, Malvolio ; if it be a suit from says Quinapalus ? Better a witty fool, thau a the count, I am sick, or not at home, what you foolish wit.--God bless thee, lady!
will, to dismiss it.' (Exit Malvolio.) Now Oli. Take the fool away.
you see, Sir, how your fooling grows old, and Clo. Do you not bear, fellows? Take away people dislike it. the lady.
Clo. Thou hast spoke for os, madonna, as if Oli. Go to, you're a dry fool ; I'll no more of thy eldest son should be a fool : whose skull you : besides, you grow dishonest.
Jove cram with brains, for here be comes, oue Clo. Two faults, madonna, I that drink and of thy kin, has a most weak pia mater. Ø good counsel will amend : for give the dry fool drink, then is the fool not dry; bid the disho.
Enter Sir TOBY BELCH. nest man mend himself; if he mend, he is no
oli. By mine honour, balf drunk.-What is he longer dishonest; if he cannot, let the botcher at the gate, cousin ? mend himn : Any thing that's mended, is but Sir To. A gentleman. patched : virtue, that transgresses, is but patch
Oli. A gentleman? What gentleman? ed with sin; and sin, that amends, is but patched with virtue: If tbat this simple syllogism will these pickle berrings !-How now, sot?
Sir To. 'Tis a gentleman here--A plague a' serve, so; if it will not, what remedy? As
Clo. Good Sir Toby,-there is no true cuckold but calamity, so beauty's a flower :-the lady bade thee take away the early by this lethargy?
Oli. Cousin, cousin, how have you come so Sool; therefore, I say again, take her away. Sir To. Lechery! I defy lechery : There's one Oli. Sir, I bade them take away you..
at the gate. Clo. Misprison in the highest degree !--Lady,
Oli. Ay, marry ; wbat is he? Cucullus non facit monachum ; that's as much
Sir To. Let him be the devil, an he will, I as to say, I wear not motly in my brain. Good care uot : give me faith, say 1. Well, it's all madonna, give me leave to prove you a fool.
[Exit. Oli. Can you do it?
Oli. What's a drunken man like, fool ?
Clo. Like a drown'd man, a fool, and a mad.
man : one draught above beat makes hiin a Clo. I musi catecbize yon for it, madonna ;
fool; the second mads him; and a third drowns
i Good my mouse of virtue, answer me.
bim. Oli. Well, Sir, for want of other idleness, I'li Oli. Go thon and seek the coroner, and let abide your proof.
him sit o' my coz; for be's in the third degree Clo: Good madonna, why monrn'st thou ?
of drink, he's drown'd: go look after bim. Oli. Good fool, for my hrother's death.
('lo. He is but mad, yet madonpa; aud the Clo. I think, bis soul is in hell, madonna. fool shall look to the madman. [Exit CLOWN. Oli. I know his soul is in heaven, fool. Clo. The more fool you, madonna, to mourn
Re-enter MALVOLIO. for your brother's soul being in beaven.-Take away the fool, gentlemen.
Mal. Madam, yond' young fellow swears he oli. Wbat ibink you of this fool, Malvolio ? will speak with you. I told him you were sick ; doth he not mend ?
he takes on bim to understand so mach, and Mal. Yes: and shall do, till the pangs of therefore comes to speak with you : I told him • Short and spare.
Fools' baubles. + Points were books which fasteued the hose or
+ Short arrows
Lyingi. brco;les. Italian, mistress, dame.
The cover of the brave