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Sir To. Shall this fellow live ?

Fab. Though your silenee be drawn from us with cars, yet peace.

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 1—

Sir To. What, what?
Mal. You must amend your drunkenness.'
Sir To. Out, sc'ab!
Fab. Nay, patience, or we break the sinews of her plot.

Mal. 'Besides, you waste the treasure of your time with a foolish knight 1Sir An. That's

me,

I warrant you.
Mal. •One Sir Andrew 1-
Sir An. I know ’twas I ; for many do call me fool.
Mal. What employment have we here?

[ 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 T'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. (Rends.) "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 ?

[Opens the lelter. Fab. This wins him, liver and all. Mal. (Reads.) 'Jove knows I love :

But who?
Lips do not move,

No man must know.'
No man must know.'- If this should be thee, Malvolio !

Sir To. Marry, hang-thee, brock !
Mal. (Reads.) 'I may command where I adore :

But silence, like a Lucrece knife,

With bloodless stroke my heart doth gore ;

M, O, A, I, doth sway my life.'
Fab. A fustian riddle !
Sir To. Excellent wench, say I.

Mal. 'M, O, A, I, doth sway my life.'-Nay, but, first, let me see-let me see-let me see.

Fab. What a dish of poison has she dressed him !
Sir To. And with what wing the stannyel checks at it !

Mal. 'I may command where I adore. Why she may command me; I serve her, she is my lady. Why this is evident to any formal capacity. There is no obstruction in this :- and the end—what should that alphabetical po sition portend ?-If I could make that resemble something in me.—Softly !-M, 0, A, 1.

Sir To. Oh, ay I make up that—he is now at a cold scent.

Mal. M-Malvolio I-M-why, that begins my name.

Fab. I thought he would work it out: the cur is excellent at faults.

Mal. M-But then there is no consonancy in the sequel ; that suffers under probation : A should follow, but o does.

Fab. And O shall end, I hope.
Sir To. Ay, or I'll cudgel him, and make him cry

0! Mal. And then, I comes bebind, Fab. Ay, an' you had any eye behind you, you might

more detraction at your heels, than fortunes before you.

Mal. M, O, A, I;—This simulation is not as the former :-and yet, to crush this a little, it would bow to me, for every one of these letters are in my name. Soft

; here fo!lows prose.-(Reuds.) 'If this fall into thy hand, revolve. In my stars I am above thee ; but be not afraid of greatness ! some are born great, some achieve greatness, and some have greatness thrust upon them. To inure thyself to what thou art like to be, cast thy humble slough, and appear fresh. Be opposite with a kinsman, surly with servants. She thus advises thee, that sighs for thee. Remember who commended thy yellow stockings, and wished to see thee ever cross-gartered! I say, remember. Go to lmthou art made, if thou desirest to be so if not, let me see thee a steward still, the fellow of ser

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vants, and not worthy to touch fortune's fingers. Farewell. She that would alter services with thee,'

*The fortunate-unhappy. Daylight and champain discovers not more ; this is open I will be proud. I will baffle Sir Toby. I will wash off gross acquaintance, I will be point-de-vice, the very man. I do not now fool myself, to let imagination jade me ; for every reason excites to this, that my lady loves me. She did commend my yellow stockings; of late she did praise my leg being cross-gartered 1-1 thank my stars, I am happy I will be strange, stout, in yellow stockings, and cross-gartered, even with the swiftness of putting on Jove, and my stars, be praised !-Here is yet a postscript, (Reads.) Thou canst not choose but know who I am. If thou entertainest my love, let it appear in thy smiling ; thy smiles become thee well : therefore in my presence still smile, dear my sweet, I pr’ythee! Jove, I thank thee ! I will smile ; I will do every thing that thou wilt have me.

[Erit, L.- They advance from behind the trees. Omnes. Ha ! ha! ha!

Fab. I will not give my part of this sport for a pension of thousands to be paid from the Sophy.

Sir To. I could marry this wench for this device.
Sir An. So could I too.
Sir To. And ask no other dowry with her, bus such an-
other jest.

Sir To. Nor I, neither.
Fab. Here comes my noble gull-catcher.

Enter MARIA, R.
Sur To. Wilt thou set thy foot o'my neck ?
Sir An. Or o' mine either ?
Sir To. Shall I become thy bond-slave ?
Sir An. Or I either ?

Sir To. Why, thou hast put him in such a dream, that when the image of it leaves him, he must run mad.

Mar. Nay, but say true ; does it work upon him ?
Sir To. Like aqua-vitæ with a midwife.

Mar. If you will, then, see the fruits of the sport, mark his first approach before my lady : he will come to her in yellow stockings, and 'tis a color she ablors; and crossgartered, a fashion she detests; and he will smile upon

me.

her, which will now be so unsuitable to her disposition being addicted to a melancholy as she is, that it cannot but turn him into a notable contempt : if you will see it, follow

[Exit, L. Sir To. To the gates of Tartar, thou most excellent devil of wit !

Sir An, I'll make one too.
Fab. And I.
Omnes. Huzza ! huzza ! huzza !

[Exeunt, L SCENE II .--A Public Square.

Enter SEBASTIAN and ANTONIO, R. S. E.
Seb. I would not, by my will, have troubled you ;
But, since you make your pleasure of your pains,
I will no further chide you.

Ant. I could not stay behind you ; my desire,
More sharp than fileed steel, did spur me forth ;
I feared, besides, what might befall your travel,
Being skilless in these parts ; which to a stranger,
Unguided, and unfriended, often prove
Rough and anhospitable : my willing love,
The rather by these arguments of fear,
Set forth in your pursuit.

Seb. My kind Antonio,
I can no other answer make, but thanks,
And thanks, and ever thanks.— What is to do?
Shall we go see the relics of this town?

Ant. To-morrow, sir ; best, first, go see your lodging.

Seb. I am not weary, and 'tis long to night:
I pray you, let us satisfy our eyes
With the memorials, and the things of fame,
That do renown this city.

Ant. 'Would you'd pardon me.
I do not without danger walk tliese streets ;
Once, in a sea-fight, 'gainst Orsino s galleys,
I did some service ; of such note, indeed,
That were I ta'en here, it ould scarce be answered.

Seb. Do not, then, walk too open.

Ant. It doth not fit me.-Hold, sir, here's my purse ; In the south suburbs, at the Elephant, Is best to lodge; I will bespeak our diet,

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Whiles you beguile the time, and feed your knowledge,
With viewing of the town ; there shall you have me.

Seb. Why I your purse ?

Ant. Haply your eye shall light upon some toy
You have desire to purchase ; and your store,
I think, is not for idle markets, sir.

Seb. I'll be your purse-bearer, and leave you for
An hour.

Ant. To the Elephant.
Seb. I do remember. [Exeunt, Sebastian, L., Antonio, R.

SCENE III.-Olivia's Garden.
Enter Clown, playing on a tabor, and VIOLA, L.
Vio. Save thee, friend, and thy music : dost thou live
by the tabor ?

Clown. No, sir, I live by the church.
Vio. Art thou a churchman ?

Clown. No such matter, sir : I do live by the church : for I do live at my house, and my house doth stand by the church.

Vio. Art not thou the lady Olivia's fool ?

Clown. No, indeed, sir : the lady Olivia has no folly ; she will keep no fool, sir, till she be married ; and fools are as like husbands as pilchards are to herriug—the husband's the bigger I am, indeed, not her fool, but her corrupter of words.

Vio. I saw thee late at the Duke Orsino's.
Clown. Foolery, sir, does walk without the orb, like the
it shines everywhere.

I would be sorry, sir, but the fool should be as oft with your master as with my mistress: I think I saw your wisdom there.

Vio. Nay, an’ thou pass upon me, I'll no more with thce. Hold, there's expenses for thee. [Gires him money.

Clown. Now, Jove, in his next commodity of bair, send thee a beard !

Vio. By my troth, I'll tell thee ; I am almost sick for one. Is thy lady within ?

Clown. Would not a pair of these have bred, sir ?
Vio. Yes, being kept together, and put to use.

Clown. I would play lord Pandaras of Phrygia, sir, to bring a Cressida to this Troilus.

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