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Cur. The Hart.
Duke. Why so I do, the nobleft that I have:
Duke. O me that hath a Heart of this fine Frame,
[Exeunt, SCENE II. The Street.
Enter Viola, a Captain and Sailors.
Vio. And what should I do in Illyria?
Cap. It is perchance that you your self were fav’d.
Cap. True, Madam; and to comfort you with Chance,
Hung on your driving Boat: I saw your Brother,
Vio. For saying so, there's Gold:
Cap. Ay, Madam, well; for I was bred and born Not three Hours Travel from this very Place.
Vio. Who governs here?
Vio. Orjino! I have heard my Father Name him. He was a Batchellor then.
Cap. And so is now, or was so very late;
Vio. What's the
Vio. O that I sery'd that Lady,
Till I had made mine own Occasion meHow
Cap. That were hard to compass, Because she will admit no kind of Suit, No, not the Duke's.
Vio. There is a fair Behavior in thee, Captain ; And tho that Nature, with a beauteous Wall Doth oft close in Pollution ; yet of thee,
I will believe thou haft a Mind that suits
Cap. Be you his Eunuch, and your Mute I'll be,
[Exeunt, SCENE III. Olivia's House.
Enter Sir Toby, and Maria. Sir To. What a Plague means my Neece to take the Death of her Brother thus? I am sure Care's an Enemy to Life.
Mar. By my Troth, Sir Toby, you must come in earlier a Nights; your Coufin, my Lady, takes great Exceptions to your ill Hours.
Sir To. Why let her except, before excepted.
Mar, Ay, but you must confine your self within the modest Limits of Order. "
Sir To. Confine? I'll confine my self no finer than I am; these Clothes are good enough to drink in, and so be these Boots too; and they be not, let them hang themselves in their own Straps. '
Mar. That quaffing and drinking will undo you; I heard my Lady talk of it Yesterday, and of a foolish Knight that you brought in one Night here, to be her Wooer
Sir To. Who, Sir Andrew Ague-check.?
Mar. Ay, but he'll have but a Year in all these Ducats: He's a very Fool, and a Prodigal.
Sir To. Fie, that you'll say so: He plays o'th' Viol-deGambo, and speaks three or four Languages Word for Word without Book, and hath all the good Gifts of Nature.
- Mar. He hath indeed, almost natural; for befides that he's a Fool, he's a great Quarreller; and but that he hath theGift of a Coward to allay the Guft he hath in Quarrelling, 'tis thought among the Prudent, he would quickly have the Gift of a Grave.
Sir To. By this Hand they are Scoundrels and Substractors that say so of him. Who are they?
Mar. They that add moreover, he's drunk nightly in your Company.
Sir To. With drinking Healths to my Neece: I'll drink to her as long as there is a Passage in my T hroat, and Drink in Illyria, He's a Coward and a Coystril that will not drink to my Neece 'till his Brains turn o'th' Toe like a Parish Top. What Wench ? Castiliano vulgo; for here comes Sir Andrew Ague-face.
Enter Sir Andrew.
Sir And. Good Mistress Accoft, I defire better Acquaintance.
Mar. My Name is Mary, Sir.
Sir To. You mistake, Knight: Accost is, front her, board her, woe her, affail her.
Sir And. By my Troth, I would not undertake her in this Company. Is that the Meaning of Accost?
Mar. Fare you well, Gentlemen.
Sir To. And thou let her part so, Sir Andrew, would thou migh'st never draw Sword again.,
Sir And. And you part fo, Mistress, I would I might never draw Sword again. Fair Lady, do you think you have Fools in Hand?
Mar. Sir, I have not you by th' Hand.
Mar. Now, Sir, Thought is free: I pray you bring your Hand to th' Buttery Bar, and let it drink.
Sir And. Wherefore, sweet Heart ? What's your Metaphor?
Mar. It's dry, Sirs
Sir And. Why, I think so: I am not such an Als, but I can keep my Hand dry. But what's your Jest?
Mar. A dry Jest, Sir.
Mar. Ay, Sir, I have them at my Finger Ends: Marry, Dow I let go your Hand, I am barren. [Exit Maria.
Sir To. O Knight, thou lack'st a Cup of Canary: When did I see thee fo put down? I
Sir And. Never in your Life, I think, unless you see Canary put down : Methinks, sometimes I have no more Wit than a Christian, or an ordinary Man has; but I am a great Eater of Beef, and I believe that do's harm to my Wit.
Sir To. No Question.
Sir And. And I thought that I'd forswear it. I'll ride home, to Morrow, Sir Toby.
SirTo. Pur-quoy, my dear Knight?
Sir And. What is pur-quoy? Do, or not do? I would I had bestowed that time in the Tongues, that I have in Fencing, Daneing, and Bear-baiting : 0 had I but follow'd the Arts.
Sir To. Then hadst thou had an excellent Head of Hair. Sir And. Why, would that have mended my Hair?
Sir To. Past Question, for thou seest it will not cool my Nature.
Sir And, But it becomes me well enough, does't not?
Sir To. Excellent, it hangs like Flax on a Distaff; and I hope to see a Housewife take thee between her Legs, and fpin it off.
Sir And. Faith I'll home to Morrow, Sir Toby, your Neece will not be seen, or if the be, it's four to one she'll none of me: The Duke himself here hard by, wooes her.
Sir To. She'll none o’th’Duke, he'll not match above her Degree, neither in Estate, Years, nor Wit; I have heard jer swear. Tur, there's Life in't Man.