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

SCENE

[Exit Sir Andrew.

V.

Fab.

dear to him, Íad,

HIS is a dear manikin to you, Sir Toby. Sir To. I have been fome two thousand strong or fo.

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

Sir To. Never trust me then; and by all means ftir 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, I'll eat the rest of th' anatomy.

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

Enter Maria.

Sir To. *Look, where the youngest wren of nine

comes.

Mar. If you defire the spleen, and will laugh yourfelves 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 groffness. He's in yellow ftockings.

Sir To. And cross-garter'd?

Mar. Most villainously; like a pedant that keeps a school i'th' church: Í have dogg'd him, like his murderer. He does obey every point of the letter, that I dropt to betray him; he does fmile his face into more lines than is in the new map, with the augmentation of the Indies; you have not feen fuch

*Look, where the youngest wren of nine comes.] The Women's Parts were then acted by Boys, fometimes fo low in Stature, that there was Occafion to obviate the Impropriety by fuch Kind of oblique Apologies.

a thing,

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.

VI.

Enter Sebastian and Antonio.

[Exeunt.

Seb. But fince you make your pleafure of your

Would not by my will have troubled you.

I will no further chide you.

[pains. Ant. I could not stay behind you; my defire, (More fharp than filed fteel,) did fpur me forth; And not all love to see you, (tho' so much, As might have drawn one to a longer voyage.) But jealoufy what might befal your travel, Being skillefs in these parts; which to a stranger, Unguided and unfriended, often prove Rough and unhofpitable. My willing love, The rather by thefe arguments of fear, Set forth in your pursuit.

Seb. My kind Antonio,

I can no other answer make, but thanks;

And thanks, and ever thanks; and oft good turns
Are fhuffled off with fuch uncurrent pay;

But were my worth, as is my confcience, firm,
You fhould find better dealing: what's to do?
Shall we go fee the relics of this town?

Ant. To-morrow, Sir; beft, firft, go fee your lodging.
Seb. I am not weary, and 'tis long to night;

I pray you, let us fatisfy 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 fea-fight 'gainft the Duke his gallies,

I did fome fervice, of fuch 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 fuch 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 traffic's fake,
Moft of our city did. Only myself flood out;
For which, if I be lapfed in this place,

I fhall pay dear.

Seb. Do not then walk too open,

Ant. It doth not fit me: hold, Sir, here's my purse. In the fouth fuburbs 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 fhall you have me. Seb. Why I your purse?

Ant. Haply, your eye fhall light upon fome toy You have defire 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.

Oli.

Ant. To th' Elephant.

Seb. I do remember.

I

[Exeunt

Have fent after him; *he fays he'll come; How fhall I feast him? what bestow on him? For youth is bought more oft, than begg'd or borrow'd.

*he fays he'll come ;] i. e. I fuppofe now, or admit now, he says he'll come; which Mr. Theobald, not understanding, alters unneceffarily to, fay he will come; in which the Oxford Editor has followed him.

I fpeak

I fpeak too loud.

Where is Malvolio? he is fad and civil,

And fuits well for a fervant with my fortunes.
Where is Malvolio?

Mar. He's coming, Madam; but in very ftrange

manner.

He is fure poffeft, Madam.

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

Mar. No, Madam, he does nothing but fmile; your ladyship were beft to have some guard about you, if he come; for, fure, the man is tainted in his wits. Oli. Go call him hither.

I'm as mad as he,

Enter Malvolio.

If fad and merry madness equal be.

How now, Malvolio?

Mal. Sweet lady, ha, ha.

[Smiles fantastically. upon a fad occa

Oli. Smil'ft thou? I fent for thee

fion.

Mal. Sad, lady? I could be fad; this does make fome obftruction 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 fonnet is: Please one, and please all. Oli. Why? how doft 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 fhall be executed. I think, we do know that fweet Roman hand.

Oli. Wilt thou go to bed, Malvolio?

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

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

Mar. How do you, Malvolio?

Mal. At your request?

Yes, nightingales anfwer daws!

Mar.

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

Mal. Be not afraid of Greatnefs;-'twas well writ.
Oli. What meancft thou by that, Malvolio?
Mal. Some are born Great-

Oli. Ha?

Mal. Some atchieve Greatness

Oli. What fay'ft thou?

Mal. And fome have Greatness thruft upon themOli. Heav'n restore thee !

Mal. Remember, who commended thy yellow ftockings.

fo

Oli. Thy yellow ftockings?

Mal. And wifh'd to fee thee cross-garter'd—
Oli. Cross-garter'd?

Mal. Go to, thou art made, if thou defireft to be

Oli. Am I made?

Mal, If not, let me fee thee a fervant ftill.
Oli. Why, this is a very midsummer madness.

Enter Servant.

Ser. Madam, the young gentleman of the Duke Orfino's is return'd; I could hardly entreat him back; he attends your ladyship's pleasure.

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

[Exit.

Mal. man than Sir Toby to look to me! this con

H, oh! do you come near me now? no worse

curs directly with the letter; fhe fends him on purpose that I may appear ftubborn to him; for fhe incites me to that in the letter. Caft thy humble flough, fays the, be opposite with a kinfman, furly with fervants;-let thy tongue tang with arguments of ftate,VOL. III.

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