sweet pangs of it, remember me : e. not, boy? A little, by your favor. What kind of woman is't? Of your complexion. She is not worth thee, then. What years, i'faith? About your years, my lord. e. Too old, by heaven!-Once more, Cesario, nee to yon same sovereign cruelty ; er, my love, more noble than the world, s not quantity of dirty lands; parts that fortune hath bestowed upon her, tis that miracle, and queen of gems, that some lady, as, perhaps, there is, h for your love as great a pang of heart you have for Olivia: you cannot love her ; 1 tell her so must she not then be answered? Duke. There is no woman's sides bide the beating of so strong a passion love doth give my heart :-make no compare tween that love a woman can bear me, id I owe Olivia. Vio. Ay, but I know,— Duke. What dost thou know? Vio Too well what love women to men may owe: faith, they are as true of heart as we. ly father had a daughter loved a man, is might be, perhaps, were I woman, should your lordship. Duke. And what's her history? Vio. A blank, my lord: she never told her love, But let concealment, like a worm i'the bud, Feed on her damask cheek: she pined in thought; And, with a green and yellow melancholy, She sat like patience on a monument, Smiling at grief. Was not this not this love, indeed? Duke. But died thy sister of her love, my boy? Sir, shall I to this lady? Duke. Ay, that's the theme. To her in haste; give her this jewel; say, My love can give no place, bide 10 denay. [Exeunt, Duke, R., Viola, L. END OF ACT II. ACT III. 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 ? Fab. I would exult, man: you know he brought me out of favor with my lady, about a bear-baiting here. Sir To. To anger him, we'll have the bear again; and we will fool him 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! nettle of India? How now, my 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 ontemplative idiot of him. Close in the name of The men hide themselves R,) Lie thou there; (Thrones etter,) for here comes the trout that must be caught ling. [Exit, R. Enter MALVOLIO, L. "Tis but fortune; all is fortune. Maria once told did affect me and I have heard herself come thus at, should she fancy, it should be one of my com Besides, she uses me with a more exalted respect by one else that follows her. What should I think To. Here's an over-weening rogue ! . Contemplation makes a rare turkey-cock of him; jets under his advanced plumes! An. 'Slight, I could so beat the rogue !— . To be Count Malvolio! To. Ah, rogue! An. Pistol him pistol him! To. Peace, peace! 1. There is example for't: the lady of the strachy ed the yeoman of the wardrobe. · An. Fie on him Jazebel ! b. Now he's deeply in; look, how imagination blows l. Having been three months married to her, sitting y state Er To. Oh, for a stone-bow, to hit him in the eye! al. Calling my officers about me, in my branched velgown!-having come from a day-bed, where I left Olivia Ding! Sir To. Fire and brimstone Fab. Oh, peace, peace! al. And then to have humor of state and after a dee travel of regard, telling them, I know my place, as I ld they should do theirs-to ask for my kiusman Toby !Sir To. Bolts and shackles ! Fab. Oh, peace, peace, peace! now, now ! Mal. Seven of my people, with an obedient start, make for him: I frown the while; and perchance, wind up my teh, or play with some rich jewel. Toby approaches: urt'sies there to me ! Sir To. Shall this fellow live? Fab. Though your silenee be drawn from us with cars, yet peace. Mal. I extend my hand to him thus, quenching my familiar smile with an austere regard of control !— Sir To. And does not Toby take you a blow o'the lips then? Mal. Saying, 'Cousin Toby, my fortunes having cast me on your niece, give me this prerogative of speech !'-— Sir To. What, what? Mal. Sir To. 'You must amend your drunkenness.' Fab. Nay, patience, or we break the sinews of her plot. Mal. 'Besides, you waste the treasure of your time with a foolish knight !' Sir An. That's me, I warrant you. Mal. 'One Sir Andrew ' Sir An. I know 'twas I; for many do call me fool. [Taking up the letter. Fab. Now is the woodcock near the gin. Sir To. Oh, peace! an' the spirit of humors intimate reading aloud to him. Mal. By my life, this is my lady's hand! these be her very C's her U's and her 7's! and thus makes she her great P's! It is, in contempt of question her hand. Sir An. Her C's, her U's, and her T's! why that?— Mal. (Reuds.) To the unknown beloved, this and my good wishes' her very phrases !-By your leave, wax.— Soft!—and the impressure her Lucrece, with which she used to seal 'tis my lady to whom should this be? Fab. This wins him, liver and all. But who? Lips do not move, No man must know.' [Opens the letter. No man must know.'-If this should be thee, Malvolio! Mal. (Reads.) I may command where I adore: But silence, like a Lucrece knife, With bloodless stroke my heart doth gore ; A fustian riddle ! Excellent wench, say I. 'M, O, A, I, doth sway my life.'-Nay, but, first, -let me see-let me see. 0. What a dish of poison has she dressed him! And with what wing the stannyel checks at it! I may command where I adore.' Why she may 1 me; I serve her, she is my lady. Why this is to any formal capacity. There is no obstruction -and the end-what should that alphabetical poortend?-If I could make that resemble something Softly 1-M, O, A, I.— To. Oh, ay! make up that he is now at a cold M,-Malvolio -M,-why, that begins my name. I thought he would work it out: the cur is excelfaults. M,-But then there is no consonancy in the sethat suffers under probation: A should follow, but O .And O shall end, I hope. To. Ay, or I'll cudgel him, and make him cry O! 7. And then, I comes behind, b. Ay, an' you had any eye behind you, you might more detraction at your heels, than fortunes before l. M, O, A, I;-This simulation is not as the for-and yet, to crush this a little, it would bow to me, every one of these letters are in my name. Soft ;follows prose.-(Reads.) 'If this fall into thy hand, ve. In my stars I am above thee; but be not afraid reatness! some are born great, some achieve greatand some have greatness thrust upon them. To inthyself to what thou art like to be, cast thy humble gh, and appear fresh. Be opposite with a kinsman, y with servants. She thus advises thee, that sighs for E. Remember who commended thy yellow stockings, wished to see thee ever cross-gartered! I say, remem- Go to -thou art made, if thou desirest to be so not, let me see thee a steward still, the fellow of ser |
