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the house, for I never saw her: I would be loath red; item, two grey eyes, with lids to them; item,
My lord and master loves you ; 0, such love
How does he love me? of the house, that I may proceed in my speech. View With adorations, with fertile tears, Oli. Are you a comedian ?
With groans that thunder love, with sights of fire. Vio. No, my profound heart: and yet, by the oli. Your lord does know my mind, I cannot very fangs of malice I swear I am not that I play.
love him: Are you the lady of the house ?
Yet I suppose him virtuous, know him noble, oli. If I do not usurp myself, I am.
Of great estate, of fresh and stainless youth; Vio. Most certain, if you are she, you do usurp In voices well divulg'd, free, learn'd, and valiant, yourself; for what is yours to bestow, is not yours And, in dimension, and the shape of nature, to reserve. But this is from my commission: I will A gracious person: but yet I cannot love him; on with my speech in your praise, and then show He might have took his answer long ago. you the heart of my message.
Vio. If I did love you in my master's flame, Oli. Come to what is important in't: I forgive With such a suffering, such a deadly life, you the praise.
In your denial I would find no sense, Vio. Alas, I took great pains to study it, and 'tis I would not understand it. poetical.
Why, what would you ? Oli. It is the more like to be feigned ; I pray Vio. Make me a willow cabin at your gate, you, keep it in. I heard you were saucy at my And call upon my soul within the house ; gates; and allowed your approach, rather to wonder Write loyal cantons of contemned love, at you than to hear you. If you be not mad, be And sing them loud even in the dead of night; gone; if you have reason, be brief: 'tis not that Holla your name to the reverberate hills, time of moon with me, to make one in so skipping And make the babbling gossip of the air a dialogue.
Cry out, Olivia ! 0, you should not rest Mar. Will you hoist sail, sir ? here lies your way. Between the elements of air and earth, Vio. No, good swabber; I am to hull here a But you should pity me.
(age ? little longer.-Some mollification for your giant, oli. You might do much : What is your parentsweet lady.
Vio. Above my fortunes, yet my state is well : oli. Tell me your mind.
I am a gentleman. Vio. I am a messenger.
Get you to your Oli. Sure, you have some hideous matter to de- I cannot love him: let him send no more; liver, when the courtesy of it is so fearful. Speak Unless, perchance, you come to me again, your office.
To tell me how he takes it. Fare you well : Vio. It alone concerns your ear. 1 bring no I thank you for your pains : spend this for me. overture of war, no taxation of homage; I hold the Vio. I'am no fee'd post, lady; keep your purse; olive in my hand: my words are as full of peace My master, not myself, lacks recompense. as matter.
Love makes his heart of flint, that you shall love; Oli. Yet yon began rudely. What are you? what And let your fervour, like my master's, be would you ?
Plac'd in contempt! Farewell, fair cruelty. (Exit. Vio. The rudeness that hath appeared in me, Oli. What is your parentage ? have I learn'd from my entertainment. What í Above my fortunes, yet my state is meli: am, and what I would, are as secret as maiden. I am a gentleman. -ill be sworn thou art; head: to your ears, divinity; to any other's, pro. Thy tongue, thy face, thy limbs, actions, and spirit, fanation.
Do give thee five-fold blazon :-Not too fast :-soft! oli. Give us the place alone : we will hear this
soft! divinity. [Exit Maria.] Now, sir, what is your Unless the master were the man. How now? text?
Even so quickly may orie catch the plague
. Vio. Most sweet lady,
Methinks, I feel this youth's perfections, Oli. A comfortable doctrine, and much may be With an invisible and subtle stealth, said of it. Where lies your text?
To creep in at mine eyes. Well, let it be Vio. In Orsino's bosom.
What, ho, Malvolio ! oli. In his bosom? In what chapter of his bosom?
Re-enter Malvolio. Vio. To answer by the method, in the first of his Mal.
Here, madam, at your service. heart.
Oli. Run after that same peevish messenger, Oli. O, I have read it; it is heresy. Have you The county's man: he left this ring behind him, 13 no more to say ?
Would i, or not; tell him, I'll none of it. Vio. Good madam, let me see your face.
Desire him not to flatter with his lord, Oli. Have you any commission from your lord to Nor hold him up with hopes ; I am not for him: negociate with my face ? you are now out of your If that the youth will come this way to-morrow, text: but we will draw the curtain, and show you I'll give him reasons for't. Hie thee, Malvolio. the picture. Look you, sir, such an one as I was Mal. Madam, I will.
Exit. this present. Is't not well done ? [Unveiling. oli. I do I know not what: and fear to find Vio. Excellently done, if God did all.
Mine eye too great a flatterer for my mind.
What is decreed, must be; and be this so ! (Exit.
SCENE I. The Sed coast.
Enter Antonio and Sebastian.
haps, distemper yours, therefore I shall crave of And I, poor monster, fond as much on him ; you your leave, that I may bear my evils alone: It And she, mistaken, seems to date on mer vi? were a bad recompense for your love, to lay any of what will become of this! As I am man them on you.
My state is desperate for my master's love; Ant. Let me yet know of you, whither you are As I am woman, now alas the day! bound.
What thriftless sighs shall poor Olivia breathe ? Seb. No, 'sooth, Sir; my determinate voyage is O time, thou must untangle this, not I; mere extravagancy. But I perceive in you so ex- It is too hard a knot for me to untie. (Bxit. cellent a touch of modesty, that you will not extort
SCENE III.-A Room in Olivia's House. from me what I am willing to keep in; therefore it charges me in manners the rather to express my. Enter Sir Toby Belch and Sir Andrew Ague-cheek. self. You must know of me then, Antonio, my name is Sebastian, which I called Rodorigo ; my after midnight, is to be ur betimes; and diluculo
Sir To. Approach, sir Andrew : not to be a-bed father was that Sebastian of Messaline, whom I know, you have heard of . he left behind him, my
surgere, thou know'st, self, and a sister, both born in an hour. If the know, to be up late, is to be up late.
Sir And. Nay, by my troth, I know not: but I heavens had been pleased, 'would we had so ended!
Sir To. A false conclusion; I hate it as an un. but, you, sir, altered that; for, some hour before filled can: To be up after midnight, and to go to you took me from the breach of the sea, was my bed then is early : so that, to go to bed after midsister drowned.
11 ohin night, is to go to bed betimes. Do not our lives Ant. Alas, the day! Seb. A lady, sir, though it was said she much re
consist of the four elements ? sembled me, was yet of many accounted beautiful: ther consists of eating and drinking
Sir And. 'Faith, so they say, but, I think, it ra. but, though I could not, with such estimable wonder, overtar believe that, yet thus far I will boldly and drink.-Marian, I say a stoop of wine !
Sir To. Thou art a scholar ; let us therefore eat publish her, she bore a mind that envy could not but call fair : she is drowned already, sir, with salt
Enter Clown. water, though I seem to drown her remembrance again with more
Sir And. Here comes the fool, i' faith. Ant. Pardon me, sir, your bad entertainment.
Clo. How now, my hearts? Did you never see Seb. O, good Antonio, forgive me your trouble.
the picture of we three?
Sir To. Welcome ass. Now let's have a catch. Ant. If you will not murder me for my love, let me be your servant.
Sir And. By my troth, the fool has an excellent Seb. If you will not undo what you have done, breast. I had rather than forty shillings I had such not. Fare ye well at once: my bosom is full of night, when thou spokest of l'igrogromitus, of the that is, kit him whom you have recovered, desire it a Jeg; and so sweet a breath to sing, as the fool has.
In sooth, thou wast in very gracious fooling last kindness ; and I am yet so near the manners of my Vapians passing the equinoctial of Queubus; 'twas eyes will tell tales of me. I am bound to the count very good, i' faith. I sent thee sixpence for thy le. Orsino's court : farewell.
man: Hadst it?
(Exit. Ant. The gentleness of all the gods go with thee!
Clo. I did impeticos thy gratillity; for Malvolio's I have many enemies in Orsino's court,
nose is no whipstock: My lady has a white hand, Else would I very shortly see thee there :
and the Myrmidons are no bottle-ale houses. But, come what may, I do adore thee so,
Sir And. Excellent! Why, this is the best fool. That danger shall seem sport, and I will go. (Exit. ing, when all is done. Now, a song.
Sir To. Come on; there is sixpence for you: let's SCENE II.-A Street.
have a song
Sir And, There's a testrit of me too! if one Enter Viola ; Malvolio following. knight give a Mal. Were not you even now with the countess
Cio. Would you have a love-song, or a song of Olivia 2, Vio. Even now, sir ; on a moderate pace I have
Sir To. A love-song, a love song. since arrived but hither..
Sir And. Ay, ay ; I care not for good life. Mal. She returns this ring to you, sir; you might
SONG have saved me my pains, to have taken it away yourself. She adds moreover, that you should put
Clo. O mistress mine, where are you roaming ? your lord into a desperate assurance she will none
0, stay and hear , your true love's coming, of him: And one thing more ; that you be never
That can sing both high and low : so hardy to come again in his affairs, unless it be
Trip no further pretty snieeting
Journeys end in lovers' meeting, to report your lord's taking of this. Receive it so. Vio. She took the ring of me: I'll none of it.,
Every wise man's son doth know. Mal. Come, sir, you peevishly threw it to her ;
Sir And. Excellent good, i' faith. and her will is, it should be so returned. if it be Sir To. Good, good, worth stooping for, there it lies in your eye; if not, clo. What is love ! 'tis not hereafter ; be it his that finds it.
Present mirth hath present laughter; Vio. I left noring with her : What means this
What's to come, is still unsure : Fortune forbid, my outside have not charm'd her!
In delay there lies no plenty: She made good view of me; indeed, so much,
Then come kiss me, snøeet-and-twenty, That, sure, methought, her eyes had lost her tongue,
Youth's a stuff will not endure. For she did speak in starts distractedly. She loves me, sure, the cunning of her passion Sir And. A mellifluous voice, as I am true knight. Invites me in this churlish messenger.
Sir To. A contagious breath. None of my lord's ring! why, he sent her none. Sir And. Very sweet and contagious, i' faith. I am the man; If it be so, (as 'tis,)
Sir To. To hear by the nose, it is dulcet in conPoor lady, she were better love a dream.
tagion. But shall we make the welkin dance in Disguise, I see, thou art a wickedness,
deed ? Shall we rouse the night owl in a catch, Wherein the pregnant enemy does much.
that will draw three souls out of one weaver 2 shall How easy is it, for the proper-false
We do that? In women's waxen hearts to set their forms Sir And. An you love me, let's do't: I am dog Alas, our frailty is the cause, not we;
at a catch For, such as we are made of, such we be.
Clo. By'r lady, sir, and some dogs will catch well. How will this fadge? My master loves her dearly i Sir And. Most certain:let our catch be, Thou knave.
Clo. Hold thy peace, thou knave, knight? I shall (tion, do not think I have wit enough to lie straight be constrain'd in't to call thee knave, knight. in my bed : I know, I can do it.
Sir And. 'Tis not the first time I have constrain'd Sir To. Possess us, possess us; tell us something
Mar. Marry, sir, sometimes he is a kind of
Sir And. O, if I thought that, I'd beat him like
Sir To. What, for being a Puritan ? thy exquisite
reason, dear knight?
Sir And. I have no exquisite reason for't, but I : Mar. What a catterwauling do you keep here!
have reason good enough. If my lady have not called up her steward, Mal
Mar. The devil a Puritan that he is, or any volio, and bid him turn you out of doors, never thing constantly but a time pleaser ; an affection'a trust me. Sir To. My lady's a Catalan, we are politicians ; great swarths: the best persuaded of himself, so
ass, that cons state without book, and utters it by Malvolio's a Peg-a-Ramsay, and Three merry men crammed, as he thinks with excellencies, that it is he we. Am not I consanguineous ? am I not of her his ground of faith, that all that look on him, love blood ? Tilly-valley, lady! There dwelt a man in him ; and on that vice in him will my revenge find Babylon, lady, lady!
[Singing. notable cause to work. Clo. Beshrew me, the knight's in admirable fool
Sir To. What wilt thou do? ing. Sir And. Ay, he does well enough, if he be dis- of love; wherein, by the colour of his beard, the
Mar. I will drop in his way some obscure epistles posed, and so do I too; he does it with a better shape of his leg, the manner of his gait, the ex. grace, but I do it more natural. Sir To. O, the twelfth day of December,
pressure of his eye, forehead, and complexion, he
shall find himself most feelingly personated : I can
(Singing. write very like my lady, your niece; on a forgotten Mar. For the love o'God, peace.
matter we can hardly make distinction of our
hands. Enter Malvolio.
Sir To. Excellent! I smell a device.
Sir And. And your horse now would make him
Mar. Ass, I doubt not.
Sir To. Good night, Penthesilea.
Sir To. She's a beagle, true bred, and one that
adores me; What o'that? Clo, His eyes do shew his days are almost done. Sir And. I was adored once too. Mal. Is't even so ?
Sir To. Let's to bed, knight.-Thou hadst need Sir To. But I will never die.
send for more money. Clo. Sir Toby, there you lie.
Sir And. If I cannot recover your niece, I am a Mal. This is much credit to you.
foul way out. Sir To. Shall I bid him yo?
(Singing Sir To. Send for money, knight; if thou hast her Clo, What an if you do?
not i'the end, call me Cut. Sir To. Shall I bid him go, and spare not !
Sir And. If I do not, never trust me, take it how Clo. O no, no, no, no, you dare not.
you will, Sir To. Out o'time? sir, ye lie.-Art any more Sir To. Come, come; I'll go burn some sack, 'tis than a steward ? Dost thou think, because thou art too late to go to bed now: come, knight; come, virtuous, there shall be no more cakes and ale ? knight.
[Exeunt Clo. Yes, by Saint Anne; and ginger shall be hot i'the mouth too.
SCENE IV.A Room in the Duke's Palace. Sir To. Thou'rt i'the right. ---Go, sir, rub your
Enter Duke, Viola, Curio, and others. chain with crums :-A stoop of wine, Maria !
Mal. Mistress Mary, if you priz'd my lady's fa. Duke. Give me some musick :-Now, good mor. vour at any thing more than contempt, you would row, friends : not give means for this uncivil rule; she shall know Now, good Cesario, but that piece of song, of it, by this hand.
[Erit. That old and antique song we heard last night; Mar. Go shake your ears.
Methought, it did relieve my p ssion much; Sir And. "Twere as good a deed as to drink when More than light airs and recollected terms, a man's a hungry, to challenge him to the field; and Of these most brisk and giddy paced timesi then to break promise with him, and make a fool Come, but one verse. of him.
Cur. He is not here, so please your lordship, that Sir To. Do't knight; I'll write thee a challenge ; should sing it. or I'll deliver thy indignation to him by word of Duke. Who was it? mouth.
Cur. Feste, the jester, my lord ; a fool, that the Mar. Sweet sir Toby, be patient for to-night ; lady Olivia's father took much delight in: he is since the youth of the count's was to-day with my about the house. lady, she is much out of quiet. For monsieur Mal. Duke. Seek him out, and play the tune the while, volio, let me alone with him: if I do not gull him
Exit Curio.--Musick. into a nayword, and make him a common recrea- Come hither, boy, If ever thou shalt love,
In the sweet pangs of its remember me:
But 'tis that miracle, and queen of gems, For, such as I am, all true lovers are ;
That nature pranks her in, attracts my soul. Unstaid and skittish in all motions else,
Vio. But, if she cannot love you, sir? Save, in the constant image of the creature
Duke. I cannot be so answered. That is belov'd.-How dost thou like this tune? Vio
'Sooth, but you must. Vio. It gives a very echo to the seat
Say, that some lady, as, perhaps, there is, Where Love is thron'd.
Hath for your love as great a pang of heart Duke. Thou dost speak masterly :
As you have for Olivia : you cannot love her ; My life upon't, young though thou art, thine eye You tell her so; Must she not then be answered ? Hath stay'd upon some favour that it loves ;
Duke. There is no woman's sides
Can bide the beating of so strong a passion
As love doth give my heart: no woman's heart * Duke. What kind of woman is't?
So big, to hold so much ; they lack retention. Vio
of your complexion. Alas, their love may be called appetite,
Between that love a woman cau bear me,
And that I owe Olivia. Oar fancies are more giddy and unfirm,
Ay, but I know,-
l'io. Too well what love women to men mayowe: Vio.
I think it well, my lord. In faith, they are as true of heart as we.
As it might be, perhaps, were I a woman,
And what's her history? Vio. And so they are: alas, that they are so; V'io. A blank, my lord : She never told her love, To die, even when they to perfection grow! But let concealment, like a worm i'the bud, Re-enter Curio and Clown.
Feed on her damask cheek: she pin'd in thoughts
And, with a green and yellow melancholy, Duke. O fellow, come, the song. we bad last Smiling at grief. Was not this love, indeed?
She sat like patience on a monument,
We men may say more, swear more but, indeed, And the free maids, that weave their thread with
Our shows are more than will; for still we prove Do use to chant it; it is silly sooth, (bones,
Much in our vows, but little in our love. And dallies with the innocence of love,
Duke. But died thy sister of her love, my boy? Like the old age.
Vio. I am all the daughters of my father's house, Clo. Are you ready, sir?
And all the brothers too ;--and yet I know not.-Duke. ay; pr'ythee, sing.
Sir, shall I to this lady?
Ay, that's the theme.
To her in haste; give her this jewel; say,
My love can give no place, bide no denay. (Exeunt.
SCENE V.-Olivia's Garden.
Enter Sir Toby Belch, Sir Andrew Ague cheek, I am slain by a fair cruel maid.
and Fabian. My shroud of white, stuck all with yen,
Sir To. Come thy ways, siguior Fabian.
Fab. Nay, I'll come ; if I lose a scruple of this
sport, let me be boiled to death with melancholy.
Sir To. Would'st thou not be glad to have the Not a flower, not a flower sweet,
niggardly rascally sheep-biter come by some notaOn my black coffin let there be strown;
Fab. I would exult, man: you know, he brought My poor corpse, where my bones shall be throrn. me out of favour with my lady, about a bear-baitA thousand thousand sighs to save,
ing here. Lay me, 0, where
Sir To. To anger him, we'll have the bear again Sad true lover never find my grave,
and we will fool him black and blue :-Shall we To weep there.
bot, sir Andrew ?
Sir And. An we do not, it is pity of our lives. Duke. There's for thy pains.
Sir To. Here comes the little villain :-How ('lo. Truly, sir, and pleasure will be paid, yne now, my nettle of India ? time or another.
Mar. Get ye all three into the box-tree : MalvoDuke. Give me now leave to leave thee.
lio's coming down this walk; he has been yonder Clo. Now, the melancholy god protect thee; and i'the sun, practising behaviour to his own shadow, the tailor make thy doublet of changeable taffeta, for this half hour : observe him, for the love of mock the mind is a very opal ! -I would have men of ery; for, I know, this letter will make a contem such constancy put to sea, that their business might plative idiot of him. Close, in the name of jesting! be every thing, and their intent every where ; for ('The men hide themselves.) Lie thou there ; (throros that's it, that always makes a good voyage of no- down a letter.) for here comes the trout that must thing - Farewell. [écit Clown. be caught with tickling.
[Exit Maria. Dike. Let all the rest give place.
Enter Malvolio. [Exeunt Enrio and Attendants.
Once more, Cesario, Mal. 'Tis but fortune ; all is fortune. Maria Get thee to yon' same sovereign cruelty :
once told me, she did affect me: and I have heard Tell her, my lov
nore noble than the world, herself come thus near, that, should she fancy, it Prizes not quantity of dirty lands;
should be one of my complexion. Besides, she uses The parts that fortune hath bestow'd upon her,
me with a more exalted respect, than any one else Tell ber, I hold as giddily as fortune ;
that follows her. What should I think on't ?
Sir To. Here's an over-weening rogue !
Sir To. Excellent wench, say I. Fab. O, peace ! Contemplation makes a rare tur- Mal. M, 0, A, I, doth sway my life. Nay, bat key-cock of him; how he jets under his advanced first, let me see,- let me see,-- let me see. plumes !
Fab. What a dish of poison hath she dressed him! Sir And. 'Slight, I could so beat the rogue - Sir To. And with what wing the stannyel checks Sir To. Peace, I say.
at it! Mal. To be count Malvolio;
Mal. I may command where I adore. Why, she Sir To. Ah, rogue !
may command me: I serve her, she is my lady. Sir And. Pistol him, pistol him.
Why, this is evident to any formal capacity. There Sir To. Peace, peace!
is no obstruction in this; And the end,What Mal. There is example fort ; the lady of the should that alphabetical position portend? if I strachy married the yeoman of the wardrobe. could make that resemble something in me, Sir And. Fie on him, Jezebel!
Softly L-M, 0, A, 1.Fab. 0, peace! now he's deeply in; look, how Sir To. O, ay! make up that: he is now at & imagination blows him.
cold scent. Mal. Having been three months married to her, Fab. Sowter will cry upon't, for all this, though sitting in my state,
it be as rank as a fox. Sir To. O, for a stone-bow, to hit him in the eye! Mal. M, Malvolio ;-M-why, that begins my Mal. Calling my officers about me, in my branch- name. cd velvet gown; having come from a day-bed, where Fab. Did not I say, he would work it out? the I left Olivia sleeping.
cur is excellent at faults. Sir To. Fire and brimstone !
Mal. M-But then there is no consonancy in the Fab. O, peace, peace.
sequel ; that suffers under probation : A should Mal. And then to have the humour of state : and follow, but o does. after a demure travel of regard, telling them, I Fab. And O shall end, I hope. know my place, as I would they should do theirs,- Sir To. Ay, or I'll cudgel him, and make him to ask for my kinsman Toby :
cry, 0. Sir To. Bolts and shackles !
Mal. And then I comes behind. Fab. O, peace, peace, peace! now, now.
Fab. Ay, an you had an eye behind you, you Mal. Seven of my people, with an obedient start, might see more detraction at your heels, than for. make out for him : 1 frown the while; and, per- tunes before you. chance, wind up my watch, or play with some rich Mal. M, 0, A, I :- This simnlation is not as jewel. Toby approaches; court'sies there to me: the former and yet, to crush this a little, it would Sir To. Shall this fellow live?
bow to me, for every one of these letters are in my Fab. Though our silence be drawn from us with name. Soft; here follows prose.--If this fall into cars, yet peace.
thy hand, revolve. In my stars I am above thee ; but Mal. I extend my hand to him thus, quenching be not af of greatness: Some are born great, my familiar smile with an austere regard of control: some achieve greatness, and some have greatness
Sir To. And does not Toby take you a blow o' the thrust upon them. Thy fates open their hands; let lips then ?
thy blood and spirit embrace them. And, to inure Mal. Saying, Cousin Toby, my fortunes having thyself to what thou art like to bé, cast thy humble cast me on your niece, give me this prerogative of slough, and appear fresh. Be opposite with a kinsspeech :
man, surly with servants: let thy tongue tang ar. Sir To. What, what?
guments of state ; put thyself into the trick of singiMal. You must amend your drunkenness." larity : She thus advises thee, that sighs for thee. Ře. Sir To. Out, scab!
member who commended thy yellon stockings ; and Fab. Nay, patience, or we break the sinews of wished to see thee ever cross-gartered : I say, remem. oar plot.
ber. Go to : thou art made, if thou desirest to be so ; Mal. Besides, you waste the treasure of your time if not, let me see thee a steward still, the fellow
of ser, with a foolish knight;
vants, and not worthy to touch fortune's fingers. Sir And. That's me, I warrant you.
Farewell. She that would alter services with thee, Mal. One Sir Andrew :
The fortunate unhappy. Sir And. I knew, 'twas I; for many do call me fool. Day-light and champian discovers not more : this Mal. What employment have we here?
is open. I will be proud, I will read politick au.
[Taking up the letter. thors, I will baffle Sir Toby, I will wash off gross Fab. Now is the woodcock near the gin.
acquaintance, I will be point-de-vice, the very man. Sir To. O, peace! and the spirit of humours in- I do not now fool myself, to let imagination jade timate reading aloud to him !
me; for every reason excites to this, that my lady * Mal. By my life, this is my lady's hand : these loves me. She did commend my yellow stockings be her very c's, her U's, and her r's; and thus of late, she did praise my leg being cross-gartered; makes she her great P's. It is, in contempt of and in this she manifests herself to my love, and, question, her hand.
with a kind of injunction, drives me to these habits Sir And. Her C's, her U's, and her T's : Why that? of her liking. I thank my stars, I am happy. I
Mal. [reads.) To the unknonn beloved, this, and will be strange, stout, in yellow stockings, and my good wishes : her very phrases !-By your leave, cross-gartered, even with the swiftness of putting wax.--Soft and the impressure her Lucrece, Jon. Jove, and my stars be praised !-Here is yet with which she uses to seal: 'tis my lady: To a postscript. Thou canst not choose but know who I whom should this be?
am. If thou entertainest my love, let it appear in thy Fab. This wins him, liver and all.
smiling ; thy smiles become thee well : therefore in Mal. [reads.] Jove knows, I love :
my presence still smile, dear my sweet, I pr'ythee.
Jove, I thank thee. I will smile : I will do every
Fab. I will not give my part of this sport for a No man must know. What follows ? the numbers pension of thousands to be paid from the Sophy. altered ! No man must know ;-If this should be Sir To. I could marry this wench for this device : thee, Malvolio ?
Sir And. So could I too. Sir To. Marry, hang thee, brock!
Sir To. And ask no other dowry with her, but
such another jest.
Sir And, Nor I neither.
Fab. Here comes my noble gull-catcher.