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. I 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, Seb. My kind Antonio, (14) I can no other answer make, but thanks 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, Ant. Would, you'd pardon me: I do not without danger walk these streets. That were I ta'en here, it would fcarce be anfwer'd. (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, When I have found it. Ant. Th' offence is not of fuch a bloody nature, 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 Ant. Haply, your eye fhall light upon fome toy 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? 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? 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. G Mar. Mar. Why appear you with this ridiculous boldness before my Lady? Mal. Be not afraid of greatnefs;-'twas well writ. Oli. Ha? Mal. Some atchieve greatness Oli. What fay'st thou? Mal. And fome have greatnefs thruft upon them- 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 |