for the bed of Ware in England, set 'em down; go, about it. Let there be gall enough in thy ink; though thou write with a goose-pen, no matter: About it. Sir And. Where shall I find you? Sir To. We'll call thee at the cubiculo 5: Go. [Exit SIR ANDREW. Fab. This is a dear manakin to you, Sir Toby. Sir To. I have been dear to him, lad; some two thousand strong, or so. Fab. We shall have a rare letter from him: but you'll not deliver it. Sir To. Never trust me then! and by all means stir on the youth to an answer. I think, oxen and wainropes cannot hale them together. For Andrew, if he were opened, and you find so much blood in his liver as will clog the foot of a flea, I'll eat the rest of the anatomy. Fab. And his opposite7, the youth, bears in his visage no great presage of cruelty. Enter MARIA. Sir To. Look, where the youngest wren of nine comes. 8 Mar. If you desire the spleen, and will laugh yourselves into stitches, follow me: yon' gull Malvolio is turned heathen, a very renegado; for there is no Christian, that means to be saved by believing rightly, can ever believe such impossible passages of grossness. He's in yellow stockings. 4 This curious piece of furniture was a few years since still in being at one of the inns in that town. It was reported to be twelve feet square, and capable of holding twenty-four persons. 5 Chamber. 7 i. e. adversary. 8 The wren generally lays nine or ten eggs, and the last hatched birds are usually the smallest of the brood. The boy who played Maria's part was probably of diminutive size. 6 Waggon ropes. Sir To. And cross-gartered? Mar. Most villanously; like a pedant that keeps a school i'the church. I have dogged him, like his murderer: He does obey every point of the letter that I dropped to betray him. He does smile his face into more lines, than are in the new map, with the augmentation of the Indies 9: you have not seen such 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. [Exeunt. SCENE III. A Street.. Enter ANTONIO and SEBASTIAN. Seb. I would not, by my will, have troubled you; But, since you make your pleasure of your pains, I will no further chide you. Ant. I could not stay behind you; my desire, Rough and unhospitable: My willing love, Set forth in your pursuit. Seb. My kind Antonio, I can no other answer make, but, thanks, 9 Alluding to a Map engraved for the English translation of Linschoten's Voyage, published in 1598. This map is multilineal in the extreme, and is the first in which the Eastern Islands are included. Are shuffled off with such uncurrent pay: But, were my worth1, as is my conscience, firm, You should find better dealing. What's to do? Shall we go see the reliques of this town? Ant. To-morrow, sir; best, first, go see your lodging. Seb. I am not weary, and 'tis long to night; With the memorials, and the things of fame, Ant. 'Would you'd pardon me; That, were I ta'en here, it would scarce be answer'd. I shall Seb. pay dear. Do not then walk too open. purse: In the south suburbs, at the Elephant, Is best to lodge: I will bespeak our diet, Whiles you beguile the time, and feed your knowledge, With viewing of the town; there shall you have me. Seb. Why I your purse? Ant. Haply, your eye shall light upon some toy 1 Wealth, or fortune. 2 Lapsed, for lapsing or transgressing. See note on Hamlet, Act iii. Sc. 4. You have desire to purchase; and your store, Seb. I'll be your purse-bearer, and leave you for Enter OLIVIA and MARIA. Oli. I have sent after him: He says he'll come; How shall I feast him? what bestow on him? For youth is bought more oft, than begg'd, or borrow'd. I speak too loud. Where is Malvolio?—he is sad, and civil1, Where is Malvolio? fortunes ; Mar. He's coming, madam; but in very strange manner. He is sure possessed, 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.-I'm as mad as he, If sad and merry madness equal be.— Enter MALVOLIO. How now, Malvolio? 1 Mal. Sweet lady, ho, ho. [Smiles fantastically. he is sad and civil.' That is serious and grave, or solemn. Thus in Romeo and Juliet: Oli. Smil'st thou ? I sent for thee upon a sad2 occasion. Mal. Sad, lady? I could be sad: This does make some obstruction 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 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, though yellow in my legs: It did come to his hands, and commands shall be executed. I think, we do know the 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 dost thou smile so, and kiss thy hand so oft? 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? Oli. Ha? Mal. Some achieve greatness,— Oli. What say'st thou? Mal. And some have greatness thrust upon them. Oli. Heaven restore thee! Mal. Remember, who commended thy yellow stock ings; Oli. Thy yellow stockings? Mal. And wished to see thee cross-gartered. 2 Grave. |