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of thy leg, it was formed under the star of a galliard.

Sir And. Ay, 'tis strong, and it does indifferent well in a flame-coloured stocking. Shall we set about some revels ?

Sir To. What shall we do else? were we not born under Taurus?

Sir And. Taurus ? that's sides and heart.

Sir To. No, Sir, it is legs and thighs. Let me fee thee caper; ha! higher: ha, ha!--->excels lent!


SCENE changes to the Palace. Enter VALENTINE, and viola, in Man's Attire."

Val. If the Duke continue these favours towards you, Cesario, you are like to be much advanced; he hath known you but three days, and already you are no stranger.

Vio. You either fear his humour, or my neglia gence, that you call in question the continuance of his love. Is he inconstant, Sir, in his favours? Val. No, believe me.

Enter Duke, CURIO, and Attendants.
Vio. I thank you : here comes the Duke.
Duke. Who faw Cefario, hoa ?
Vio. On your attendance, my Lord, here.

Duke. Stand you a-while aloof. Cesario,
Thou knowest no less but all: I have unclasped
To thee the book even of my secret foule :
Therefore, good youth, address thy gait unto her;
Be not 'denied access, stand at her doors,
And tell them, there thy fixed foot shall grow
Till thou have audience.

Vio. Sure, my noble Lord,

If she be fo abandoned to her forrow
As it is spoke, she never will admit me.

Duke. Be clamorous, and leap all civil bounds,
Rather than make unprofited return.
Vio. Say I do speak with her, my Lord; what

then ? Duke. O, then, unfold the passion of my love, Surprise her with discourse of my dear faith; It shall become thee well to act my woes; She will attend it better in thy youth, Than in a nuncio of more grave aspect.

V10. I think not so, my Lord.

Duke. Dear lad, believe it : For they shall yet belie thy happy years, That say thou art a man : Diana's lip Is not more smooth and rubious ; thy small pipe Is as the maiden's organ, Thrill, and sound, And alt is semblative a woman's part. I know thy constellation is right apt For this affair. Some four or five attend him; All, if you will; for I myself am best When lealt in company. Prosper well in And thou shalt live as freely as thy Lord To call his fortunes thine,

Vior I'll do my best To woo your Lady; yet, a barful frife! Whoe'er I woo, myself would be his wife. [Excunt.

SCEN& changes to Olivia's House

Enter MARIA axd Clown. Mar. Nay, either tell me where thou batt been, or I will not open my lips so wide as a bristle may enter, in way of thy excuse; my Lady will bang thee for thy ablence.

Clo. Let her hang me; he that is well-hanged in this world, needs fear no colours.

Mar. Make that good.
Clo. He shall see none to fear.

Mar. A good lenten answer: I can tell thee where that saying was born, of, I fear no colours.

Clo. Where, good mistress Mary?

Nar. In the wars, and that may you be bold to fay in your foolery.

Clo. Well, God give them wisdom that have it ; and those that are fools, let them use their talents.

Mar. Yet you will be hanged for being so long absent, or be turned away; is not that as good as a hanging to you?

Clo. Marry, a good hanging prevents a bad marriage; and for turning away, let fummer bear it out.

Mar. You are resolute then?

Clo. Not so neither, but I am resolved on two points.

Mar. That if one break, the other will hold; or, if both break, your, gaskins fall.

Cl. Apt, in good faith; very apt: well, go thy way, if Sir Toby would leave drinking, thou wert as witty a piece of Eve's Reth as any in Ilyria.

Mar. Peace, you rogue, no more o’that: here comes my Lady; make your excuse wisely, you

[Exit. Enter OLIVIA, and MALVOLFO. Clo. Wit, and't be thy will, put me into good fooling! those wits, that think they have thee, do very oft prove

and I, that am sure I lack thee, mạy pass for a wise man.

For what says Quinapalus, betier a witty fool than a foolish wit. God bless thee, Lady!

were best.

fools ;,

: Oli: Take the fool away,

C!o. Do you not hear, fellows? take away the Lady.

oli. Go to, y’are a dry fool; I'll no more of you; besides, you grow dishoncit.

Clo. Two faults, Madona, that drink and good counsel will amend; for give the dry fool drinkin

, then is the fool not dry: bid the dishoncft man mend himself ; if he mend, he is no longer dishoncst; if he cannot, let the botcher mend him. Any thing, that's mended, is but patched; virtue, that tranigreffes, is but patched with fin; and fin, that amends, is but patched with virtuc. If that this fimple fyllogism will serve, fo; if it will not, what remedy? as there is no true cuckold but calamity, so beauty's a flower : the Lady bade take away

the fool, therefore, I say again, take her away.

Oli. Sir, I bade them take away you.

Clo. Mifprision in the highest degree.- Lady, Cucullus non facit monachum; that's as much as to fay, I wear not motley in my brain : good Madona, give me leave to prove you a fool

Oli. Can you do it?
Glo. Dexterously, good Madona.
Oli. Make your proof.

Glo. I must catechise you for it, Madona; good my mouse of virtue, answer me.

Oli. Well, Sir, for want of other idleness, l’li bide your proof.

Clo. Good Madona, why mournest thou?
Oli. Good fool, for


brother's death. Clo. I think his soul is in hell, Madona. Oli. I know his soul is in Heaven, fool.

Clo. The more fool you, Madona, to mourn for your brother's foul being in heaven : take away

the fool, Gentlemen.

Oli. What think you of this fool, Malvolio? doth he not mend?

Mal. Yes, and shall do, 'till the pangs of death shake him. Infirmity, that decays the wise, doth ever make better the fool.

Clo. God fend you, Sir, a speedy infirinity, for the better increasing your folly! Sir Toby will be fworn that I am no fox; but he will not pass his word for twopence that you are no fool.

Oli. How say you to that, Malvolio?

Mal. I marvel your Ladyfhip takes delight in fuch a barren rafcal; ! faw him put down the other day with an ordinary fool, that has no more brain than a stone. Look you now, he's out of his guard already; unless you laugh and minister occasion to him, he is gagged. I protest I take these wise men, that crow so at these fet kind of fools, no better than the fools Zanies.

Oli. O, you are fick of self-love, Malvolio, and taste with a distempered appetite. To be generous, guiltless, and of free disposition, is to take those things for bird-bolts that


deem cannon bullets: there is no flander in an allowed fool, though he do nothing but rail; nor no railing in a known discreet man, though he do nothing but reprove.

Clo. Now Mercury indne thee with leasing, for thou speakelt well of fools!

Exter MARIA. Mar. Madam, there is at the gate ai young gentleman much defires to fpeak with you.

Oli. From the Count Orfino, is it?

Mar. I know not, Madam, 'tis a fair young man, and well attended.

Oli. Who of my people hold him in delay
Alar. Sir Toby, Madam, your uncle:

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