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Ant. To-morrow, Sir; best, first, go see your lodg

ing
Seb. I am not weary, and ’tis long to night;
I pray you, let us satisfie our eyes
With the memorials, and the things of fame,
That do renown this city.

Ant. 'Would, you'd pardon me :
I do not without danger walk these streets.
Once, in a sea-fight gainst the Duke his gallies,
I did some service, of such note, indeed,
That were I ta'en here, it would scarce be answer'd.

Seb. Belike, you flew great number of his people.

Ant. Th' offence is not of such a bloody nature, Albeit the quality of the time and quarrel Might well have given us bloody argument: It might have fince been answer'd in repaying What we took from them, which, for traffick's sake, Most of our city did. Only myself stood out ; For which, if I be lapsed in this place, I shall pay dear. Seb. Do not then walk too open.

Ant. It doth not fit me: hold, Sir, here's my purse. In the south suburbs at the Elephant Is best to lodge: I will bespeak our diet, Whiles you beguile your time, and feed your knowledge With viewing of the town; there shall

you Seb. Why I your purse?

Ant. Haply, your eye shall light upon some toy
You have desire to purchase ; and your store,
I think, is not for idle markets, Sir.

Seb. I'll be your purse-bearer, and leave you for
An hour.

Ant. To th’ Elephant,
Seb. I do remember,

[Exeune.

have me.

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SCENE

Oli. (9) 1

SCENE changes to Olivia's House.

Enter Olivia, and Maria.
Have sent after him ; fay, he will come ;
How shall I feast him ? what bestow on

him? For youth is bought more oft, than begg'd or bor

row'd.
I speak too loud.
Where is Malvolio? he is sad and civil,
And suits well for a servant with my fortunes.
Where is Malvolio?

Mar. He's coming, Madam ; but in very strange He is sure poffeft, Madam.

Oli. Why, what's the matter, does he rave ?

Mar. No, Madam, he does nothing but smile ; your ladyship were best to have some guard about you, if he come ; for, sure, the man is tainted in his wits.

Oli. Go call him hither.

manner.

Enter Malvolio.
I'm as mad as he,
If fad and merry madness equal be.
How now, Malvolio ?

Mal. Sweet lady, ha, ha. [Smiles fantaslically.

Oli. Smil'st thou? I sent for thee upon a sad occafion.

(9) I have sent after him ; he says he'll come.) But Who dia he say so to? Or from whom could my Lady have any such Intelligence ! Her Servant, employ'd upon this Errand, was not yet return'd; and, when he does return, he brings Word, that the Youth would hardly be intreated back. I am perfuaded, she was intended rather to be in Suspense, and deli. berating with Herself : putting the Supposition that he would come ; and asking Herself, in that case, how she should entertain him,

Mal,

Mal. Sad, lady? I could be fad ; this does make some obstruction in the blood; this cross-gartering ; but what of it ? if it please the eye of One, it is with me as the very true sonnet is : Please one, and please all.

Oli. Why? how dost thou, man? what is the matter with thee?

Mal. Not black in my mind, tho' yellow in my legs : it did come to his hands, and commands shall be executed. I think, we do know that sweet Roman hand.

Oli. Wilt thou go to bed, Malvolio ?

Mal. To bed ? ay, sweet heart ; and I'll come to thee.

Oli. God comfort thee! why doft thou smile so, and kiss thy hand so oft ?

Mar. How do you, Malvolio ?

Mal. At your request ?
Yes, nightingales answer daws!

Mar. Why appear you with this ridiculous boldness before my lady?

Mal. Be not afraid of Greatness; -'twas well writ.
Oli. What meanest thou by that, Malvolio ?
Mal. Some are born Great
Oli. Ha ?
Mal. Some atchieve Greatness
Oli. What say'st thou ?
Mal. And some have Greatness thrust
Oli. Heav'n restore thee!

Mal. Remember, who commended thy yellow stock,
ings.
Oli. Thy yellow stockings?
Mal. And wish'd to see thee cross-garter'd
Oli. Cross-garter'd ?

Mal. Go to, thou art made, if thou desirest to be fo

Oli. Am I made ?
Mal. If not, let me see thee a servant still.
Oli. Why, this is a very midsummer madness.

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Enter Servant. Ser. Madam, the young gentleman of the Duke Ore fino's is return'd; I could hardly entreat him back; he attends your lady ship's pleasure.

Oli. I'll come to him. Good Maria, let this fellow be look'd to. Where's my uncle Toby ? let some of my people have a special care of him ; I would not have him miscarry for half of my dowry.

[Exit. Mal. Oh, oh! do you come near me now? no worse man than Sir Toby to look to me! this concurs directly with the letter ; The sends him on purpose that I may appear stubborn to him ; for the incites me to that in the letter. Caft thy humble flough, says she ;-be opposite with a kinsman,-surly with servants, let thy tongue tang with arguments of state, put thyself into the trick of fingularity; and consequently sets down the manner how ; as a fad face, a reverend carriage, a slow tongue, in the habit of some Sir of note, and so forth. I have lim'd her, but it is Jove's doing, and Jove make me thankful ! and when she went away now, let this fellow be look'd to: Fellow ! not Malvolio, nor after my degree, but fellow. Why, every thing adheres together, that no dram of a scruple, no scruple of a scruple, no obstacle, no incredulous or unsafe circumstance- -what can be faid ? Nothing, that can be, can come between me and the full prospect of my hopes. Well

, Jove, not I, is the doer of this, and he is to be thanked.

Enter Sir Toby, Fabian, and Maria. Sir To. Which way is he, in the name of sanctity ? if all the devils in hell be drawn in little, and Legion himself poffeft him, yet I'll speak to him.

Fab. Here he is, here he is; how is’t with you, Sir ? how is't with you, man?

Mal. Go off ; I discard you ; let me enjoy my privacy: go off.

Mar. Lo, how hello w the fiend speaks within him ! did not I tell yo'a ? Sir Toby, my lady prays you to have 2 care of him.

Mal.

Mal. Ah, ha! does she fo?

Sir To. Go to, go to ; peace, peace, we must deal gently with him ; let me alone. How do you, Malvolio? how is't with you? what! man, defie the devil ; confider, he's an enemy to mankind.

Mal. Do you know what you say?

Mar. La, you! if you speak ill of the devil, how he takes it at heart. Pray God, he be not bewitch'd.

Fab. Carry his water to th' wise woman.

Mar. Marry, and it shall be done to-morrow morning if I live. My lady would not lose him for more than I'll say.

Mal. How now, mistress ?
Mar. O lord !

Sir To. Prythee, hold thy peace ; that is not the way : do you not see, you move him? let me alone with him.

Fab. No way but gentleness, gently, gently; the fiend is rough, and will not be roughly us'd.

Sir To. Why, how now, my bawcock ? how doft thou, chuck ?

Mal. Sir?-
Sir To. Ay, biddy, come with me.

'tis not for gravity to play at cherry-pit with fatan. Hang him, foul collier.

Mar. Get him to say his prayers, good Sir. Toby ; get
Mal. My prayers, minx !
Mar. No, I warrant you, he will not hear of godliness.

Mal. Go hang yourselves all : you are idle shallow things ; I am not of your element, you shall know more hereafter.

[Exit. Sir To. Is't poflible ? Fab. If this were plaid upon a stage now,

I could condemn it as an improbable fiction.

Sir To. His very genius hath taken the infection of the device, man.

Mar. Nay, pursue him now, left the device take air, and taint.

Fab.

What! man,

him to pray

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