Sir To. Oh, knight, thou lack'st a cup of canary: when did I see thee so put down?

Sir An Never in your life, I think; unless you see ca- · nary put me down: methinks, sometimes I have no more wit than a Christian, or an ordinary man has: but I am a great eater of beef, and, I believe, that does harm to my wit.

Sir To. No question.

Sir An.

An I thought that, I'd forswear it. I'll ride home to-morrow, Sir Toby.

Sir To. Pourquoy, my dear knight?

Sir An. What is pourquoy? do, or not do? I would I had bestowed that time in the tongues, that I have in fencing, dancing, and bear-bating: oh, had I but followed the arts!

Sir To.

Sir An.

Sir To. by nature Sir An.

Then hadst thou had an excellent head of hair.
Why, would that have mended my hair?
Past question; for, thou seest, it will not curl

But it becomes me well enough, does't not? Sir To. Excellent: it hangs like flax on a distaff; and I hope to see a housewife take thee between her legs, and spin it off.

Sir An. 'Faith, I'll home to-morrow, Sir Toby: your niece will not be seen; or, if she be, it's four to one she'll none of me the duke himself, here hard by, woos her. Sir To. She'll none o'the duke; she'll not match above her degree, neither in estate, years, nor wit; I have heard her swear it. Tut, there's life in't, man.

Sir An. I'll stay a month longer. I am a fellow o'the strangest mind i'the world; I delight in masques and revels sometimes altogether.

Sir To. Art thou good at these kick-shaws, knight? Sir An. As any man in Illyria, whatsoever he be under the degree of my betters; and yet I'll not compare old man.

with an

Sir To. What is thy excellence in a galliard, knight? 'Faith, I can cut a caper.

Sir An.

Sir To.
Sir An.

And I can cut the mutton to't.

And, I think, I have the back-trick simply as strong as any man in Illyria.

Sir To. Wherefore are these things hid? wherefore

se gifts a curtain before them? why dost thou not arch in a galliard, and come home in a coranto? My k should be a jig. What dost thou mean? is it a o hide virtues in !---I did think, by the excellent conof thy leg, it was formed under the star of a gal

An. Ay, 'tis strong, and it does indifferent well in a lored stock Shall we set about some revels?.

To. What should we do else? were we not born unrus?

An. Taurus? that's sides and heart.

To. No, sir; it is legs and thighs. Let me see thee -Ha! higher-ha! ha!-excellent!

[Exeunt, R.

SCENE IV.-A Room in Duke Orsino's Palace

Enter VALENTINE, and VIOLA in man's attire, L.

If the duke continue these favors towards you, o, you are like to be much advanced.

Is he in

You either fear his humor, or my negligence, that ll in question the continuance of his love. nt, sir, in his favors?

. No, believe me.

. I thank you. Here comes the duke.

Enter DUKE, CURIO, and Gentlemen R.

ke. Who saw Cesario, ho?

2. On your attendance, my lord; here.
ke. Stand you awhile aloof-Cesario,
knowest no less but all; I have unclasped
nee the book even of my secret soul:
efore, good youth, address thy gait unto her;
ot denied access, stand at her doors,

tell them, there thy fixed foot shall grow,
thou have audience.

io. Sure, my noble lord,

ae be so abandoned to her sorrow

t is spoke, she never will admit me.

uke. Be clamorous, and leap all civil bonds her than make unprofited return.

io Say I do speak with her, my lord; what then?

Duke. Oh, then unfold the passion of my love,
Surprise her with discourse of my dear faith:
It shall become thee well to act my woes;
She will attend it better in thy youth,
Than in a nuncio of more grave aspect.
Vio. I think not so, my lord.

Duke. Dear lad, believe it;

For they shall yet belie thy happy years,
That say, thou art a man: Diana's lip

Is not more smooth and rubious; thy small pipe
Is as the maiden's organ, shrill and sound :
I know, thy constellation is right apt

For this affair :-go ;-prosper well in this,
And thou shalt live as freely as thy lord,
To call his fortune thine.

[Exeunt, Duke, Curio, Val., and Gentlemen, R. Vio. I'll do my best,

To woo his lady: yet-a barful strife !—

Whoe'er I woo, myself would be his wife.

SCENE V.-A Room in Olivia's House.

Enter CLOWN and MARIA, R.

[Exit, L

Mar. Nay, either tell me where thou hast been, or I will not open my lips so wide as a bristle may enter, in way of thy excuse my lady will hang thee for thy absence.

Clown. Let her hang me! he that is well hanged in this world, needs to fear no colors.

Mar. Make that good.

Clown. He shall see none to fear.

Mar. A good lenten answer: yet you will be hanged, for being so long absent: or, to be turned away; is not that as good as a hanging to you?

Clown. Many a good hanging prevents a bad marriage; and, for turning away, let summer bear it out.

Mar. Here comes my lady: make your excuse wisely, you were best.

Exit, L.

Clown. Wit, an't be thy will, put me into good fooling! Those wits, that think they have thee, do very oft prove fools; and I, that am sure I lack thee, may pass for a wise man for what says Quinapalus? Better a witty fool, than a foolish wit.

Enter OLIVIA, MALVOLIO, and two Servants, R.

Do you not hear, fellows? Take away the lady. to to, you're a dry fool; I'll no more of you: besides, v dishonest.

2. Two faults, madonna, that drink and good counamend: for, give the dry fool drink, then is the fool ; bid the dishonest man mend himself; if he mend he ger dishonest; if he cannot, let the botcher mend he lady bade take away the fool: therefore, I say ake her away.

Sir, I bade them take away you.

n. Misprision in the highest degree !-Lady, Cucullus cit monachum; that's as much as to say, I wear not in my brain. Good madonna, give me leave to prove fool.

Can you do it?

rn. Dexteriously, good madonna.

Make your proof.

wn. I must catechize you for it, madonna: good my of virtue, answer me.

. Well, sir, for want of other idleness, I'll bide your

own. Good madonna, why mourn'st thou ?
i. Good fool, for my brother's death.
own. I think his soul is in hell, madonna.
i. I know his soul is in heaven, fool.

lown. The more fool you, madouna, to mourn for your her's soul being in heaven. Take away the fool, gentle

li. What think you of this fool, Malvolio? doth he not d?

lal. Yes; and shall do till the pangs of death shake infirmity, that decays the wise, doth ever make the ter fool.

Clown. Heaven send you, sir, a speedy infirmity, for the ter increasing your folly! Sir Toby will be sworn that m no fox; but he will not pass his word for two-pence, it you are no fool.

Oli. How say you to that, Malvolio?

Mal. I marvel your ladyship takes delight in such a bar

ren rascal; I saw him put down the other day with an ordinary fool, that has no more brain than a stone.-Look you, now, he's out of his guard already unless you laugh and minister occasion to him, he is gagged. I protest, I take these wise meu, that crow so at these set kind of fools, no better than the fools' zanies.

Oli. Oh, you are sick of self-love, Malvolio, and taste with a distempered appetite. To be generous, guiltless, and of free disposition, is to take those things for bird-bolts, that you deem cannon-bullets. There is no slander in an allowed fool, though he do nothing but rail; nor no railing in a known discreet man, though he do nothing but reprove. Clown. Now Mercury endue thee with leasing, for thou speak'st well of fools!

Enter MARIA, L.

Mar. Madam, there is at the gate a young gentleman, much desires to speak with you.

Oli. From the duke of Orsino, is it?

Mar. I know vot, madam.

Oli Who of my people hold him in delay!
Mar. Sir Toby, madam, your kinsman.

Cli. Fetch him off, I pray you; he speaks nothing but madınau; fie on him! (Exit Maria, L.) Go you, Malvolio : -if it be a suit from the Duke, I am sick, or not at home; what you will, to dismiss it. (Exeunt Malvolio and two Ferants, L.Now you see, sir, how your fooling grows old, and people dislike it.

Clown. Thou hast spoke for us, madonna, as if thy cldest son should be a fool.

Sir To. (Without L.) Where is she? where is she?

Clown. Whose skull Jove cram with brains! for here he comes, one of thy kin, has a most weak pia mater.

Sir To. A gentleman.

What is he at the

Crosses, to R.

Oli. A gentleman? What gentleman?

Sur To. 'Tis a gentleman here. How now, sot?
Clown. Good Sir Toby-