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Clown. (Sings.) His eyes do show his days are almost done,
Mal. Is't even so ?
[Falls on the floor. Clown. (Sings.) “Sir Toby,-0, Sir Toby,--there you lie.'
Mil. This is much credit to you. [Clown raises Sir T.
Sir To. (Sings.) You lie.'- Art any more than a steward ? Dost thou think, because thou art virtuous, there shall be no more cakes and ale ?
Clown. Yes, by Saint Anne ! and ginger shall be hot i'the mouth, too. Sir To. Thou’rt i'the right.—Go, sir, rub your chain with
A stomp of wine, Maria ! Mal. Mistress Mary, if you prized my lady's favour at anything more than contempt, you would give means for this uncivil role : she shall know of it, by this hand. [Erit Milvolio, L., followed by the Clown, mocking him.
Go shake yonr ears. Sir An. "Twere as good a deed as to drink when man's a-hungry, to challenge him to the field ; and then to break pro rise with him, and make a fool of bim.
Sir To. Do't, knight ; I'll write thee a challenge : or I'll deliver thy indignation to him by word of mouth.
Mr. Sweet Sir Toby, be patient for to-night ; since the youth of the Dike's was to-day with my lady, she is much ont of quiet. For Monsieur Malvolio, let me alone with him : if I do not gull him into a nayword, and make hilie a co umon recreation, do not think I have wit enough to lie straight in my bed : I know I can do it.
Sir To. Possess us, possess us ; tell us something of him.
Sir To. What, for being a Puritan ? thy exquisite reason, dear knight?
Sir An. I have on exquisite reason for't, but I have reagood enough
Mar. The devil a Puritan that he is, or anything constantly, but a time pleaser ; an affectioned ass; so crammed, as he thinks, with excellencies, that it is his ground of faith, that all that look on him, love him; and on that více 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 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. 0, '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.
Erit, L. Sir To. Good night, Penthesilea. Sir An. Before me, she's a good wench. Sir To. She's a beagle, true bred, and one that adores ; what o'that? Sir An. I was adored once, too.
Sir To. Let's to bed knight.—Thou hast need send for more money.
Sir An. If I cannot recover your niece, I am a foul way out.
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 hed now.
Sir An. I'll call yon Cut.
[Exeunt, R. SCENE III.-A Hall in Duke Orsino's Palace.
Enter DUKE and VIOLA, R.
In the sweet pangs of it, remember me :
Vio. A little, by your favor.
Duke. Too old, by heaven !-Once more, Cesario,
Vio. But, if she cannot love you, sir ?
Vio. 'Sooth, but you must.
Duke. There is no woman's sides
Vio. Ay, but I know,-
Vio Too well what love women to men may owe :
Duke. And what's her history ?
Vio. A blank, my lord : she never told her love,
And, with a green and yellow melancholy,
Duke. But died thy sister of her love, my boy?
Vio. I am all the daughters of my my father's house,
Duke. Ay, that's the theme.
[Ereunt, Duke, R., Viola, L.
END OF ACT II.
SCENE I.-Olivia's Garden.
Enter Sir Toby, SIR ANDREW, and FABIAN L.
Sir To. Come thy ways, Signior Fabian.
Fab. Nay, I'll come ; if I lose a scruple of this sport, let me be boiled to death with melancholy.
Sir To. Wouldst thou not be glad to have the niggardly, rascally sheep-biter, come by some notable shame ?
Fub. I would exult, man : you know he brought me out of favor with my lady, about a bear-baiting bere.
Sir To. To anger bim, we'll have the bear again ; and we will fool himn black and blue:-shall we not Sir Andrew ? Sir An. An we do not, it is pity of our lives.
Enter Maria, with a letter. L. Sir To. Here comes the little villain !
How now, my nettle of India ?
Mar. Get ye all three behind yon clump : Malvolio's coming down this walk ; he has been yonder i' the sun, prac. tising behavior to his own shadow, this half hour ; observe him, for the love of mockery ; for I know, this letter will
make a contemplative idiot of him. Close in the name of jesting ! ( The men hide themselves r.) Lie thou there ; ( Throws down a letter,) for here comes the trout that must be caught with tickling
[Exit, R. Enter MalvoLIO, L. Mal. 'Tis but fortune ; all fortune. Maria once told me she did affect me : and I have heard herself come thus near, that, should she fancy, it should be one of my complexion. Besides, she uses me with a more exalted respect thau any one else that follows her. What should I think ou't ?
Sir To. Here's an over-weening rogue !
Fab. Contemplation makes a rare turkey-cock of him ; how he jets under his advanced plumes !
Sir An. 'Slight, I could so beat the rogue !-
Mal. There is example fort : the lady of the strachy married the yeonnan of the wardrobe.
Sir An. Fie on him Jazebel !
Fab. Now he's deeply in ; look, how imagination blows him.
Mal. Having been three months married to her, sitting in my state
Sir To. Oh, for a stone-bow, to hit him in the eye!
Mal. Calling my officers about me, in my branched velvet gown !-having come from a day-bed, where I left Olivia sleeping !
Sir To. Fire and brimstone
Mul. And then to have humor of state : and after a demure travel of regard, telling them, I know my place, as I would they should do theirs—to ask for my kipsinan Toby !
Sir To. Bolts and shackles !
! Mul. Seven of my pecple, with an obedient start, make out for him : I frown the wbile ; and perchance, wind up my watch, or play with some rich jewel. Toby approaches : court'sies there to me