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Vio. I understand you, sir : (Gires him more money.) 'tis well begged.

Clown. My lady is within, sir. I will construe to them whence you come : who you are, and what you would are out of my welkin ; I might say, element: but the word is over-worn.

[Erit, L. Vio. This fellow's wise enough to play the fool ; And to do that well, craves a kind of wit: He must observe their mood on whom he jests, The quality of persons, and the time;

And, like the haggard, check at every feather
That comes before his eye. This is a practice
As full of labor as a wise man's art.

Enter Sir Toby and SIR ANDREW,
Sir To. Save you, gentleman.
Vio. And you, sir.

Sir To. My nicce is desirous you should enter, if your trade be to her.

Vio. I am bound to your neice, sir : I mean, she is the list of my voyage.

Sir To. Taste your legs, sir, put them to motion.

Vio. My legs do better understand me, sir, than I understand what you mean, by bidding me taste my legs.

Sir 10. I mean-to go, sir, to enter.

Vio. I will answer you with gait and entrance: but we are prevented.

Enter OLIVIA, L. Most excellent, accomplished lady, the heavens rain odours on you !

Sir An. That youth's a rare courtier 1-Rain odours ! well.

Vio. My matter hath no voice, lady, but to your own most pregnant and vouchsafed ear.

Sir An. 'Odours, pregnant, and vouchsafed !--I'll get 'em all three ready.

Oli. Leave me to my hearing.
Sir An. 'Odours—pregnant-vouchsafed !'

[Exeunt Sir Toby and Sir Andrew, R. Oli. Give me your hand, sir. Vio. My duty, madam, and most humble service.

Oli. What is your name?
Vio. Cesario is your servant's name, fair princess.

Oli. My servant, sir ! 'Twas never merry world,
Since lowly feigning was called compliment:
You are servant .o the Duke Orsino, youth?

Vio. And he is yours, and his must needs be yours ;
Your servant's servant is your servant, madam.

Oli. For him, I think not on him : for his thoughts 'Would they were blanks, rather than filled with me!

Vio. Madam, I come to whet your gentle thoughts
On his behalf :

Oli. Oh, by your leave, I pray yon ;
I bade you never speak again of him ;
But, would you undertake another suit,
I had rather hear you solicit that,
Than music from the spheres.

Vio. Dear lady

Oli. Give me leave, I heseech you : I did send,
After the last enchantment you did here,
A ring in chase of you ; so did I abuse
Myself, my servant, and, I fear me, you :


hard construction must I sit, To force that ou you, in a shameful cunning, Which you knew none of yours : what might you think? Have you not set mine honor at the stake, And baited it with all the unmuzzled thoughts • That tyrannous heart can think? To one of your re

Enough is shown ; a cypress, not a bosom,
Hi les my poor heart : so let me hear you speak.

Vio. I pity you.
Oli. That's a degree to love.

Vio. No, not a grise : for 'tis a vulgar proof,
That very oft we pity enemies.

Oli. Why, then, methinks, 'tis time to smile again : Oh, world, how apt the poor are to be proud !

[Clock strikes. The clock upbraids me with the waste of time.Be not afraid, good youth, I will not have you : And yet, when wit and youth is come to harvest. Your wife is like to reap a proper man : There lies your way, due west.

Sir To. Never trust me, then ; and by all means stir on the youth to answer. I think, oxen and wainropes cannot hail them together. For Andrew, if he were opened, and you find so much blood in his liver as will clog the foot of a flea, I'll eat the rest of the anatomy.

Fab. And his opposite, the youth, bears in his visage no great pressage of cruelty. Sir To. Look, where the youngest wren of nine comes.

Enter Maria, L. If you desire the spleen, and will laugh yourselves into stitches, follow me! yon gull, Malvolio, is turned heathen, a very renegado ; for there is no Christian, that means to be saved by believing rightly, can ever believe such impossible passage of grossness. He's in yellow stockings.

Sir To. And cross-gartered ?

Mar. Most villanously ; like a pedant that keeps a school i' the church.—I have dogged him, like his murderer ! he does obey every point of the letter that I dropped to betray him. He does smile his face into more lines than are in a map ! you have not seen such a thing as 'tis Sir To. Come, bring us, bring us where he is.

[Exeunt, L. OF ACT III,



SCENE I.-A Room Olivia's House.

Enter Olivia and MARIA, R.
Oli. I have sent after him :-he says, he'll come.-
How shall I feast him ? what bestow on him ?
For youth is bought more oft, than begged, or borrowed.
I speak too loud.
Where is Malvolio ?-He is sad and civil,
And suits well for a servant with my fortunes.
Where is Malvolio ?

Mar. He's coming, madam ;
But in strange manner. He is sure possessed.

Oli. What, what's the matter ? does he rave?

Mar. No, madam,
He does nothing but smile : your ladyship
Were best have guard against you, if he come
For, sure the man is tainted in his wits.
Oli. Go, call him hither.

[Exit Maria R.
I'm as mad as he,
If sad and merry madness eqnal be.-
Enter Malvolio, in yellow stockings, and cross-gartered, and

How now, Malvolio ?
Mal. Sweet lady, bo ! ho ! [Smiles fantastically.

Oli. Smil'st thou ?
I sent for thee upon a sad occasion.

Mal. Sad, lady? I could be sad : this does make some obstruction in the blood, this cross-gartering I but what of that, if it please the eye of one, it is with me as the very true sonnet is : Please one, and please all.

Oli. Why, how dost thou, man ? what is the matter with thee?

Mal. Not black in my mind, though yellow in my legs ! It did come to his hands, and commands shall be executed. I think, we do know the sweet Roman hand.

Oli. Wilt thou go to bed, Malvolio?
Mal. To bed ! -Ay, sweet-heart I and I'll come to thee.

Oli. Heaven comfort thee! Why dost thou smile so, and kiss thy hand so oft ?

How do you, Malvolio ? Mal. At your request ? Yes ; nightingales answer daws.

Mar. Why appear you with this ridiculous boldness before my lady?

Mat. · Be not afraid of greatness ;-—'Twas well writ.
Oli. What meanest thou by that, Malvolio?
Mal. • Some are born great-
Oli. Ha ?
Mal. • Some achieve greatness-
Oli. What say'st thou ?
Mal. ' And some have greatness thrust upon them.'
Oli. Heaven restore thee !
Mal. Remember who commended thy yellow stock-



ings !



Thy yellow stockings ?

*Ånd wished to see thee cross-gartered.'

Go to : thou art made, if thou desirest to be so !'-
Am I made ?
'If not, let me see thee a servant still.'
Why, this is very midsummer madness.

Enter FABIAN, L.
Madam, the young gentleman of the Duke Orsino's
rned ; I could hardly entreat him back : he attends
adyship's pleasure.

I'll come to him. Good Maria, let this fellow be
I to.-Call my uncle Toby.—(Exit, Fabian, R.) Let
of my people have a special care of him ; I would not
him miscarry for the half of my dowry.

[Exeunt, Olivia, R., and Maria, L. il. Oh, ho ! do you come near me now? no worse man Sir Toby to look to me? She sends him on purpose I may appear stubborn to him ; for she incites me to in the letter.-I have limed her (-And when she went 7 now, 'Let this fellow be looked to ! Fellow ! not Mal, nor after my degree, but fellow! Why, everything res together. Well, Jove, not I, is the doer of this, he is to be thanked. vir To. (Without, L.) Which way is he, in the name of tity? If all the devils in hell be drawn in little,

and jion himself possessed him, yet I'll speak to him !

Enter FABIAN, Sir Toby and MARIA, L.
Fab. Here he is, here he is l_how is't with you, sir !
w is it with you, man ?
Mal. Go off

, I discard you ; let me enjoy my private ; go
Mar. Lo, how hollow the fiend speaks within him I did
it I tell you ?—Sir Toby, my lady prays you to have a care
Mal. Ah ! ah ! does she so ?

Sir To. Go to, go to; we must deal gently with him. Cow do you do, Malvolio ? how is't with you? What, man! efy the devil I consider he's an enemy to mankind.

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