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 charges 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. 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. A false conclusion; I hate it as an unfilled can: after midnight, and to go to bed then, is early; so go to bed after midnight, is to go to bed betimes. our lives consist of the four elements? In. 'Faith, so they say; but I think it rather coneating and drinking. To. Thou art a scholar; let us therefore eat and Maria, I say!-a stoup of wine! The Clown sings without, L.-Sir Andrew and Sir Toby rise. An. vn. Here comes the fool, i'faith. Enter CLOWN, L. How now, my hearts? Did you never see the e of we three? To. An. Welcome, ass, I had rather than forty shillings I had such a d so sweet a voice to sing as the fool has.-In sooth, wast in very gracions fooling last night, when thou st Pigrogromitus, of the Vapians passing the equinocf Quebus; 'twas very good, i'faith. I sent thee six - for thy leman had'st it? : own. I did impeticos thy gratillity; for Malvolio's is no whipstock: my lady has a white hand, and the nidons are no bottle ale-houses. ir An. Excellent! Why, this is the best fooling, when s done. Now, a song. ir To. Come on shall we rouse the night-owl in a h, that will draw three souls out of one weaver ? shall do that? Sir An. An you love me, let's do't: I am a dog at a ch. Clown. By'r lady, sir, and some dogs will catch well. Sir An. Begin fool: it begins,-(Sings.) 'Hold thy ace.' Clown. Hold my peace !-I shall never begin, if I hold peace. Sir An. Good, i'faith!--Come, begin :-that, or some- " Christmas comes but once a year, Enter MARIA, L. If my 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 !-(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 enough, 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, Sunday,-Monday. Mar. For the love of heaven, peace ! Enter MALVOLIO, L., in a Gown and Cap, with a Light. Mal. My masters, are you mad? or what are you? 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 you? Sir To. We did keep time, sir, in our catches. up! Sneck 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. a. (Sings.) 'His eyes do show his days are almost Is't even so? To. (Sings.) But I will never die.' [Falls on the floor. n. (Sings.) 'Sir Toby,-O, Sir Toby,-there you This is much credit to you. [Clown raises Sir T. To. (Sings.) You lie.'-Art any more than a 1? Dost thou think, because thou art virtuous, hall be no more cakes and ale? won. Yes, by Saint Anne! and ginger shall be hot mouth, too. To. Thou'rt i'the right.-Go, sir, rub your chain with A stoup of wine, Maria! : 1. Mistress Mary, if you prized my lady's favour at ng more than contempt, you would give means for this il rule she shall know of it, by this hand. Erit Mivolio, L., followed by the Clown, mocking him. Go shake your ears. γ. ir An. Twere as good a deed as to drink when man's gry, to challenge him to the field; and then to break ise with him, and make a fool of him. ir To. Do't, knight; I'll write thee a challenge: or I'll rer thy indignation to him by word of mouth. Iar. Sweet Sir Toby, be patient for to-night; since the th of the Duke's was to-day with my lady, she is much of quiet. For Monsieur Malvolio, let me alone with 1: if I do not gull him into a nayword, and make hi amon recreation, do not think I have wit enough to lie aight in my bed: I know I can do it. Sir To. Possess us, possess us; tell us something of him. Sir An. I have on exquisite reason for't, but I have reaod enough. Mar. The devil a Puritan that he is, or anything contantly, but a time pleaser; an affectioned ass; so cram med, as he thinks, with excellencies, that it is his ground of faith, that all that look on him, love him ; and on that vice in him will my revenge find notable cause to work. Sir To. What wilt thou do? Mar. I will drop in his way some obscure epistles of love; wherein, by the color of his beard, the shape of his leg, the manner of his gait, the expressure of his eye, he shall find himself most feelingly personated. I can write very like my lady, your niece: on a forgotten matter, we can hardly make distinction of our hands. Sir To. Excellent! I smell a device. Sir An. I have't in my nose, too. Sir To. He shall think, by the letters that thou wilt drop, that they come from my niece, and that she is in love with him. Sir An. O, 'twill be admirable! Mar. Sport royal, I warrant you. I will plant you two, and let Fabian make a third, where he shall find the letter ; observe his construction of it. For this night to-bed, and dream on the event.-Farewell. Exit, L. me Sir To. Sir An. Sir To. Good night, Penthesilea. Before me, she's a good wench. She's a beagle, true bred, and one that adores e; what o'that? Sir An. I was adored once, too. Sir To more money. out. Let's to bed knight.-Thou hast need send for Sir An. If I cannot recover your niece, I am a foul way Sir To. Send for money, knight; if thou hast her not i'the end, call me Cut. Sir An. If I do not, never trust me, take it how you will. Sir To. Come, come; I'll go burn some sack, 'tis too late to go to bed now. Sir An. I'll call yon Cut. Sir To. Come, knight ;-come, knight. Sir An. I'll call you Cut. [Exeunt, R. SCENE III-A Hall in Duke Orsino's Palace. Enter DUKE and VIOLA, R. Duke. Come hither, boy :-if ever thou shalt love, |