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Unless, perchance, yon come to me again,
To tell me how he takes it. Fare you well;
I thank

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for your pains :spend this for me.
Vio. I am no fee'd post, lady ; keep your purse ;
My master, not myself, lacks recompense.
Love make his heart of flint, that you shall love ;
And let your fervour, like my master's, be
Placed in contempt ! Farewell, fair cruelty. [Erit, L.

Oli. What is your parentage ?
Above my fortunes, yet my state is well :
I am a gentleman.'—I'll be sworn thou art ;
Thy tongue, thy face; thy limbs, actions, and spirit,
Do give thee five-fold blazon :--Not too fast :-soft / soft !
Unless the master were the man.

How now?
Even so quickly may one catch the plague;
Methinks I feel this youth's perfectious,
With an invisible and subtle stealth,
To creep in at mine eyes. Well, let it be.-
What ho, Malvolio !-

Enter MALVOLIO, L.
Mal Here, madam, at your service.

Oli. Run after the same peevish messenger,
Orsino's man : he left his ring behind him :
Would I, or not ; tell him, I'll none of it.
Desire him not to flatter with his lord,
Nor hold him up with hopes ; I am not for him
If that the youth will come this way to-morrow,
I'll give him reasons for’t. Hie thee, Malvolio.

Mal. Madam, I will.

Oli. I do I know not what ; and fear to find
Mine eye too great a flatterer for my mind.
Fate, show thy force ; ourselves we do not owe;
What is decreed, must be ; and be this so ! [Exit, R.

SCENE VI.-A street before Olivia's House.

Enter V10LA, and Malvolio following, L. U. E.
Mal Sir, sir-young gentleman—were not you even now
with the Countess Olivia ?

Vio. Even now, sir.
Mul. She returus this ring to you, sir ; you might have

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Exit, L.

saved me my pains, to have taken it away yourself. She adds, moreover, that you should put your lord iuto a desperate assurance she will none of him ; and one thing more : that you never be so bardy to come again iu affairs, unless it be to report your lord's taking of this. Receive it so.

Vio. She took the ring of me?-I'll none of it. Mal. Come, sir, you peevishly threw it to her ; and her will is, it should be so returned. ( Throws the ring on the ground.) If it be worth stooping for, there it lies in your eye ; if not, be it his that finds it.

[Exit, L. S. E. Vio. (Takes up the ring.) I left no ring with her : what

means this lady?
Fortune forbid, my outside have not charmed her!
Sie made good view of me ; indeed, so much,
That, sure, methought her eyes had lost her tongue,
For she did speak in starts distractedly.
She loves me, sure ; the cunning of her passion
Invites me in this churlish messenger.
None of my lord's ring !-why, he sent her none.
I am the man ;-if it be so, as ’tis,
Poor lady ! she were better love a dream.
What will become of this?
My state is desperate for my master's love ;
As I am womau—now, alas the day !
What thriftless sighs shall poor Olivia breathe !
Oh, time, thou must untangle this, not I
It is too hard a kuct for me to untie.

[Exit, R.

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SCENE I.-A Seaport.

Enter SEBASTIAN and ANTONIO, L. Ant. Will you stay no longer ? nor will you not that I go

? Seb. By your patience, no : my stars shine darkly over me, the malignancy of my fate might, perhaps distemper yours : therefore I shall crave of you your leave, that I may

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bear my evils alone : it were a bad recompense for your love,
to lay any of them on you.

Ant. Pardon me, sir, your bad entertainment.
Seb. Oh, good Antonio, pardon me your trouble
Ant. Let me know yet of you, whither you are bound.

Seb. No, 'sooth, sir ; my determinate voyage is mere extravagancy. But I perceive in you so excellent a touch of modesty, that you will not extort from me what I am willing to keep in ; therefore it cliarges me in manners the rather to express myself. You must know of me, then, Antonio, my name is Sebastian, which I called Roderigo ; my father was that Sebastian of Messaline, whom I know you have heard of : he left behind him, myself, and a sister, both born in an hour. If the heavens had been pleased, 'would we had so ended ! but you, sir, altered that ; for some hour before you took me from the breach of the sea, was my sister drowned.

Ant. Alas, the day !

Seb. A lady, sir, though it was said she much resembled me, was yet of many accounted beautiful : but, though I could not overfar believe that, yet thus far I will boldly publish her, she bore a mind that envy could not but well call fair.

[Weeps. Ant. If you will not murder me for my love, let me be your servant.

Seb. If you will not undo what you have done, that is kill him whom you have recovered, desire it not. Fare ye well at once : my bosom is full of kindness; and I am yet so near the manners of my mother, that upon the least occasion more, mine eyes will tell tales of me. I am bound to the Duke Orsino's court : farewell.

Ant. The gentleness of all gods go with thee !
Seb. Fare ye well. [Exeunt, Antonio, L., Sebastian, R.

SCENE II-A Dining-Room in Olivia's House.

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Sir Toby and Sir ANDREW discovered, drinking and smoking.

Sir To. Come, Sir Andrew : not to be a-bed after midnight, is to be up betimes ; and diluculo surgere, thou kuow'st,

Sir An. Nay, by my troth, I know not : but I know, to be up late is to be up

late.

Sir To. A false conclusion ; I hate it as an unfilled can : to be

up after midnight, and to go to bed then, is early ; so that, to go to bed after midnight, is to go to bed betimes. Do not our lives consist of the four elements ?

Sir An. 'Faith, so they say ; but I think it rather consists of eating and drinking.

Sir 7o. Thou art a scholar ; let us therefore eat and drink.-Maria, I say !-a stoup of wine !

[The Clown sings without, L.—Sir Andrew and Sir

Toby rise.
Sir An. Here comes the fool, i'faith.

Enter Clown, L.
Clown. How now, my hearts ? Did you never see the
picture of we three ?
Sir To.

Welcome, ass, Sir An. I had rather than forty shillings I had such a leg and so sweet a voice to sing as the fool has.-In sooth, thou wast in very gracious fooling last night, when thou spokest Pigrogromitus, of the Vapians passing the equinoctial of Quebus ; 'twas very good, i'faith. I sent thee sixpence for thy leman : had'st it?

Clown. I did impeticos thy gratillity; for Malvolio's nose is no whipstock : my lady has a white hand, and the Myrmidons are no bottle ale-houses.

Sir An. Excellent! Why, this is the best fooling, when all is done.

Now, a song, Sir To. Come on : shall we rouse the night-owl in a catch, that will draw three souls out of one weaver ? shall we do that?

Sir An. An you love me, let's do't : I am a dog at a catch.

Clown. By'r lady, sir, and some dogs will catch well.

Sir An. Begin fool : it begins,-/ Sings.) ‘Hold thy peace.'

Clown. Hold my peace !-I shall never begin, if I hold my peace.

Sir An. Good, i'faith !--Come, begin :—that, or something else, -or what you will.- ( They all three sing.

Christmas comes but once a year,
And therefore we'll be merry.'

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Enter MARIA, L. Mar. What a caterwanling do you keep here ! lady have not called up her steward, Malvolio, and bid him turn you out of doors, never trust me.

Sir To. My lady's a Cataian ; we are politi -ians. Malvolio's a Peg-a-Ramsay ; (Sings.) - And three merry men be we.”

Sir An. (Sings.) 'And three merry men be we.'

Sir To. Am I not consanguineous ? am I not of her blood ? Tilly-valley, lady 1-(Sings.) “There dwelt a man in Babylon, lady, lady !

Sir An. (Sings ) ' Lady,'-
Clown. Beshrew me, the knight's in admirable fooling.

Sir An. Ay, he does well enongh, if he be disposed, and
so I do too ; he does it with a better grace, but I do it more
natural.-(Sings) Lady, —
Sir To. Let us have another.

( They all three sing and dance. " Which is the properest day to drink ?

Saturday,--Sanday,--Monday.
Mar. For the love of heaven, peace !

Enter MALVOLIO, L., in a Gown and Cap, with a Light.
Mal. My masters, are yon mad ? or what are you ?
Sir An. (Sings.) Monday,'----

Mal. Have you no wit, manners, nor honesty, but to gabble like tinkers at this time of night?

Sir To. (Sings.) 'Saturday,'
Mal. Is there no respect of place, persons, nor time, in

Sir To. We did keep time, sir, in our catches. Sneck up!

Mal. Sir Toby, I must be round with you. My lady bade me tell you, that, though she harbors you as her kinsman, she's nothing allied to your disorders. Ifyou can seperate yourself and your misdemeanors, you are welcome to the house : if not, and it would please you to take leave of her, she is very willing to bid you farewell.

Sir To. (Sings.). Farewell, dear heart, since I must needs begone.'

Mar. Nay, good Sir Toby.

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