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

Sir To. Never truft 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 fo 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 vifage 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 your felves into ftitches, follow me; yond gull Malvolio is turn'd heathen, a very Renegado? for there is no Chriftian, that means to be fav'd by believing rightly, can ever believe fuch impoffible paffages of grossness. He's in yellow ftockings.

Sir To. And cross-garter'd?

Mar. Moft villanously; like a pedant that keeps a fchool i'th' church: I 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 a thing, as 'tis; I can hardly forbear hurling things at him. I know, my Lady will ftrike him; if the do, he'll smile, and take't for a great favour.

Seb.

Sir To. Come, bring us, bring us where he is.

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SCENE changes to the Street.

Enter Sebaftian, and Antonio.

[Exeunt.

Would not by my will have troubled you. But fince you make your pleasure of your pains, I will no further chide

you.

Ant. I could not ftay behind you; my defire, (More fharp than filed fteel,) did fpur me forth;

And

And not all love to fee you, (tho' fo much,
As might have drawn one to a longer voyage.)
But jealoufy what might befal your travel,
Being skillefs in thefe 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,

(14) 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 should find better dealing: what's to do?
Shall we go fee the relicks 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 fcarce be anfwer'd.
Seb. Belike, you flew great number of his people.

(14) I can no other answer make but thanks,

And thanks and ever-oft good turns

Are fouffled off with fuch uncurrent pay ;] It must be obvious to every reader, who has the leaft knowledge in versification, that the fecond line is too fhort by a whole foot; however the editors. have indolently paffed it over without fufpicion. Then, who ever heard of this goodly double adverb, ever-oft, which feems to have as much propriety as, always-fometimes? As I have reflor'd the paffage, it is very much in our author's manner, and mode of expreffion. So, in Cymbeline;

Since when I have been debtor to you for courtefies, which I 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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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 anfwer'd in repaying
What we took from them, which, for traffick's fake,
Most of our city did. Only myself stood out;
For which, if I be lapfed in this place,

Jhall pay dear.

Seb. Do not then walk too open.

Ant. It doth not fit me: hold, Sir, here's my purfe. In the fouth fuburbs at the Elephant

Is beft to lodge: I will befpeak our diet,

you have me.

Whiles you beguile the time, and feed your knowledge
With viewing of the town; there shall
Seb. Why I your purfe?

Ant. Haply, your eye fhall light upon fome toy
You have defire to purchase; and your ftore,

I think, is not for idle markets, Sir.

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

Ant. To th' Elephant.

Seb. I do remember.

SCENE changes to Olivia's House.

Oli. (15)

Enter Olivia, and Maria.

[Exeun

Have fent after him; fay, he will come; How fhall I feaft him? what beftow on him? For youth is bought more oft, than begg'd or borrow'd, I fpeak too loud.

Where

(15) I have fent after him; he fays he'll come.] But who did he fay fo to? Or from whom could my Lady have any fuch intelligence? Her fervant, employed upon this errand, was not yet returned; and, when he does return, he brings word, that the youth would hardly be intreated back. I am perfuaded, he was intended rather to be in fufpenfe, and deliberating with herfelf: putting the fuppofition that he would come; and asking herself, in that cafe, how the fhould entertain him, 'imagine therefore the Foet wrote;

-Say, he will come;

Where is Malvalio? 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 fimile; your Ladyship were beft to have fome guard about you, if he come; for, fure, the man is tainted in's wits.

Oli. Go call him hither.

I'm as mad as he,

Enter Malvolio.

[Smiles fantaflically.

If fad and merry madness equal be. How now, Malvolio? Mal. Sweet Lady, ha, ha, Oli. Smil'ft thou? I fent for thee upon a fad occafion. Mal. Sad, Lady? I could be fad; this does make fome obftruction in the blood; this cross-gartering; but what of that? if it please the eye of one, it is with me as the very true fonnet is: Pleafe one, and please all.

Öli. Why? how doft thou, man? what is the matter with thee?

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Mal. Not black in my mind, tho' yellow in my legs: it did come to his hands, and commands fha 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 kifs thy hand so oft?

Mar. How do you, Malvolio?
Mal. At your request?

Yes, nightingales anfwer daws!

So Viola, before, in this play;

Say, I do fpeak with her, my Lord; what then?

So, Petruchio in the Taming of the Shrew;

Say, that the rail; why, then I'll tell her plain, &c.

And in numberless other paffages.

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Mar.

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

Mal. Be not afraid of greatnefs;-'twas well writ.
Oli. What meanest thou by that, Malvolio?
Mal. Some are born great

Oli. Ha?

Mal. Some atchieve greatness

Oli. What fay'st thou?

Mal. And fome have greatnefs thruft upon them-
Oli. Heav'n restore thee!

Mal. Remember, who commended thy yellow ftockings

Oli. Thy yellow stockings?

Mal. And wish'd to fee thee cross-garter'd

Oli. Crofs-garter'd?

Mal. Go to, thou art made, if thou defireft to be soOli. Am I made?

Mal. If not, let me fee thee a fervant ftill.

Oli. Why, this is very midfummer 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 Ladyfhip'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 fpecial care of him; I would not have him mifcarry for the half of my dowry. [Exit.

Mal. Oh, ho! do you come near me now? no worfe man than Sir Toby to look to me! this concurs dire&ly with the letter; fhe fends him on purpose that

may appear stubborn to him; for the incites me to that in the letter. Caft thy humble flough, fays fhe ;— be oppofite with a kinfman,-furly with fervants,let thy tongue tang with arguments of fate,-put thyfelf into the trick of fingularity;-and confequently fets down the manner how; as a fad face, a reverend carriage, a flow tongue, in the habit of fome Sir of note, and fo forth. I have lim'd her, but it is Jove's

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