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Vio. No, not a grice : for 'tis a vulgar proof, That very oft we pity enemies.

Oli. Why then, methinks, 'tis time to smile again ;
O world, how apt the poor are to be proud !
If one should be a prey, how much the better
To fall before the lion, than the wolf! [Clock Arikes.
The clock upbraids me with the waste of time.
Be not afraid, good youth, I will not have you ;
And yet when wit and youth are come to harvest,
Your wife is like to reap a proper man :
There lies your way, due west.

Vie. Then westward hoe -
Grace and good difpofition attend your ladyship!
You'll nothing, Madám, to my Lord by me ?

Oli. Stay ; prythee tell me, what thou think'it of

me ?

Vio. That you do think, you are not what you are.
Oli. If I think so, I think the same of you.
Vio. Then think you right, I am not what I am.
Oli. I would you were, as I would have you be !

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 scorn looks beautiful,
In the contempt and anger of his lip!
A murd'rous guilt fhews not itself more foon,
Than love that would seem hid : love's night is noon.
Cesario, by the roses of the spring,
By maid hood, honour, truth, and every thing,
I love thee so, that, maugre all thy pride,
Nor wit, nor reason, can my passion hide.
Do not extort thy reasons from this claife,
For that I woo, thou therefore haft no cause :
But rather reason thus with reason fetter ;
Love sought is good ; but given, unfought, is better.

Vio. By innocence I swear, and by my youth,
I have one heart, one bosom, and one truth,
And that no woman has; nor never none
Shall mistress be of it, save I alone.
And so adieu, good Madam ; never more.
Will I my master's tears to you deplore.


Sir And. No

Oli. Yet come again ; for thou, perhaps, may'it move That heart, which now abhors, to like his love.


. SCEN E changes to an Apartment in Olivia's

Enter șir Toby, Sir Andrew, and Fabian.'
Sir And. O, faith, I'll not stay a jot longer.

Sir To. Thy reason, dear venom, give thy reason.

Fab. You must needs yield your reason, Sir Andrew.

Sir And. Marry, I saw your neice do more favours to the Duke's serving-man, than ever fhe bestow'd on me. I saw't, i'th' orchard.

Sir To. Did she see thee the while, old boy, tell me that?

Sir And. As plain as I see you now.
Fab. This was a great argument of love in her to-

Sir And. 'Slight! will you make an ass o' me ?. Fab. I will prove it legitimate, Sir, upon the oaths of judgment and reason.

Sir To. And they have been Grand Jury-men since before Noah was a sailor.

Fab. She did shew favour to the youth in your sight, only to exasperate you, to awake your dormouse valour, to put fire in your heart, and brimstone in your liver. You Thould then have accosted her, with some excellent jefts, fire-new from the mint ; you should have bang’d the youth into dumbness. This was look'd for at your hand, and this was baulkt. The double gilt of this opportunity you let time wash off, and you are now faiļd into the north of my lady's opinion ; where you will hang like an ificle on a Dutchman's beard, unless you do redeem it by some 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 bafis of valour ; challenge me the Duke's youth to fight with him ; hurt him in eleven places ; my neice shall take note of it; and assure thyself, there is no lovebroker 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 curft and brief : it is no matter how witty, so it be eloquent, and full of invention; (7) taunt him with the licence of ink; if thou thou'f him some thrice, it shall not be amiss ; and as many lies as will lye in thy sheet of paper, although the sheet were big enongh for the bed of Ware in England ; set 'em down, go about it. Let there be -gall enough in thy ink, tho thou write with a goosepen, no matter : about it.

(7) Taunt him with the Licence of Ink ; if thou thou's him Some thrice,] There is no Doubt, I think, but this Passage is One of those, in which our Author intended to sew his Respect for Sir Walter Raleigh, and a Detestation of the Virulence of his Prosecutors. The Words, quoted, seem to me dire&tly levell'd at the Attorney General Coke, who, in the Trial of Sir Walter, attack'd him with all the following indecent Expressions. “ All that he did was by thy Inffigation, thou ce Viper ; for I thou thee, thou Traytor !" (Here, by the way, are the poet's three thou's.) " You are an odions Man." Is he biale ? I return it into thy Throat, on his behalf.. « damnable Atheist !". Thou art a Monster; thou hast an es English Face, but a Spanit Heart.". - Thou hast a Spanish 6 Heart, and thyself art a Spider of Hell."

I will " lay thee on thy Back for the confident's Traytor that ever came

at a Bar, &c.” Is not here all the Licence of Tongue, which the Poet satyrically prescribes to Sir Andrew's Ink And how mean an Opinion Shakespeare had of these petulant Invectives, is pretty evident from his close of this Speech; Let there be Gall enough in thy Ink, the thou write it wiib a Goose-pen, no matter.

A keener Lash at the Attorney for a Fool, than all the Contumelies the Attorney threw at the Prisoner, as a suppos'd Traytor!

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Sir And. Where shall I find you?
Sir To. We'll call thee at the Cubiculo : go.

[Exit Sir Andrew. Fab. This is a dear manikin to you, Sir Toby.

Sir To. I have been dear to him, lad, some two thou. fand strong or so.

Fab. We shall have a rare letter from him ; but you'll not deliver't.

Sir To. Never trust me then ; and by all means stir on the youth to an answer. I think, oxen and wainropes cannot hale them together. For Andrew, if he were open'd, and you find so much blood in his liver as will clog the foot of a flea, l'll eat the rest of th' anatomy.

Fab. And his oppofite, the youth, bears in his vilage no great prefage of cruelty.

Enter Maria. Sir To. Look, where the youngest wren of nine comes.

Mar. If you desire the spleen, and will laugh yourselves into stitches, follow me: yond gull Malvolio is turned Heathen, a very Renegado ; for there is no Christian, that means to be fav'd by believing rightly, can ever believe such impoffible passages of grossness. He's in yellow stockings.

Sir . And cross-garter'd ?

Mar. Most villainously ; like a pedant that keeps a school i'th' church: I have dogg d him, like his murtherer. He does obey every point of the letter, that I dropt to betray him ; he does smile his face into more lines than is in the new map, with the augmentation of the Indies ; you have not seen such a thing, as 'tis; I can hardly forbear hurling things at him. I know, my lady will strike him ; if she do, he'll smile, and take't for a great favour. Sir To. Come, bring us, bring us where he is.




SCENE. changes to the Street,

Enter Sebastian and Anthonio.
Seb. Would not by my will have troubled you.

But since you make your pleasure of your pains, I will no further chide you.

Ant. I could not stay behind you ; my desire,
(More sharp than filed steel,) did spur 'me forth;
And not all love to see you, (tho' so much,
As might have drawn one to a longer voyage.)
But jealousie what might befal your travel,
Being skilless in these parts; which to a stranger,
Unguided and unfriended, often prove
Rough and unhospitable. My willing love,
The rather by these arguments of fear,
Set forth in your pursuit.

Seb. My kind Anthonio,
(8) I can no other answer make, but thanks ;
And thanks, and ever thanks ; and oft good turns
Are shuffled off with such uncurrent pay ;
But were my worth, as is my conscience, firm,
You should find better dealing : what's to do?
Shall we go see the relicks of this town?
(8) I can no.other Answer make but Thanks,

And Thanks: and ever-oft good Turns

Are juffled off with such uncurrent Pay;] It must be obvious to every Reader, who has the least Knowledge in Versification, that the second Line is too short by a whole Foot i however the Editors have indolently pass’d it over without Sufpicion. Then, who ever heard of this goodly double Adverb, ever-oft, which seems to have as much Propriety as, alwaysSometimes? As I have reftord the Passage, it is very much ia our Author's Manner, and Mode of Expression. So, in Cymbeline ;

Since when I have been Debtor to rom for Coartefies, which 1 will be ever to pay, and yet pay ftill. And in All's well, that Ends well.

And let me buy your friendly Help thus far,
Which I will over-pay, and pay again
When I have found it.


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