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Sir To. 'Tis a Gentleman here. A Plague o’these pickie Herring: How now, Sot?

Clo. Good Sir Toby.

Oli. Coufin, Cousin, how have you come so early by this Lethargy?

Sir Tó. Letchery, I defie Letchery : There's one at the Gate.

Oli. Ay marry, what is he?

Sir To. Let him be the Devil and he will, I care not: Give me Faith, say I. Well, it's all one.

[Exit. Oli. What's a drunken Man like, Fool?

Clo. Like a drown'd Man, a Fool, and a Madman: One Draught above heat makes him a Fool, the second mads him, and a third drowns him.

Oli. Go thou and seek the Coroner, and let him fit o' my Coz; for he's in the third Degree of Drink; he's drown'd; go look after him.

Clo. He is but mad yet, Madona, and the Fool shall look to the Madman.

[Exit Clown. Enter Malvolio. Mal. Madam, yond young Fellow swears he will speak with you. I told him you were fick, he takes on him to understand so much, and therefore comes to speak with you. I told him you were asleep, he seems to have a Fore-know. ledge of that too, and therefore comes to speak with you. What is to be said to him, Lady? he's fortified againft'any Denial.

Oli. Tell him he shall not speak with me.

Mal. Ha's been told so; and he says he'll stand at your Door like a Sheriff's Post, and be the Supporter to a Bench, but he'll speak with you. - Oli. What kind o'Man is he?

Mal. Why, of Mankind.
Oli. What manner of Man ?

Mal. Of very ill Manners; he'll speak with you, will you or no.

Oli. Of what Personage and Years is he.

Mal. Not yet old enough for a Man, nor young enough for a Boy; as a Squash is before 'ris a Peascod, or a Codling when ’tis almost an Apple : 'tis with him in standing Water, between Boy and Man. He is very well-favour'd, and he


speaks very shrewishly; one would think his Mother's Milk were scarce out of him.

Oli. Let him approach: Call in my Gentlewoman.
Mal. Gentlewoman, my Lady calls.

[Exit. Enter Maria. 0% Oli, Give me my Vail: Come, throw it o'er my Face; We'll once more hear Orsino's Embassy.

Enter Viola. Eco Vio. The honourable Lady of the House, which is she? i Oli, Speak to me, I shall answer for her: Your Will?

Vio. Most radiant, exquisite, and unmatchable Beauty---I Emas, pray you tell me if this be the Lady of the House, for I Emadi never saw her. I would be loath to cast away my Speech;

for besides that it is excellently well penn'd, I have taken hima great Pains to con it. Good Beauties, let me sustain no Esdice Scorn; I am very Comptible, even to the least finifter Usage.

Oli. Whence came you, Sir? el the Vio. I can say little more than I have studied, and that Exit Ca Question's out of my Part. Good gentle one, give me mo

deft Assurance, if you be the Lady of the House, that I will may proceed in Speech. on him Oli. Are you a Comedian? withe Vio. No, my profound Heart; and yet, by the very Pangs care. of Malice, I swear, I am not that I play. Are you the Lavich e dy of the House?

Oli. If I do not usurp my self, I am. . V1o. Most certain, if you are she, you do usurp your self;

for what is yours to bestow, is not yours to reserve: But this is from my Commission. I will on with my Speech in your Praise, and then shew you the Heart of my Message.

Oli. Come to what is important in't: I forgive you the Praise.

Vio. Alas, I took great Pains to ftudy it, and 'tis Poetical. Oli. It is the more like to be feign'd. I pray you keep it in. I heard you were fawcy at my Gates, and allow'd your Approach rather to wonder at you than to hear you. If you be not mad, be gone; if you have Reason, be brief ; 'tis not the time of the Moon with me, to make one in so skipping a Dialogue. Vol. II.


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Mar. Will you hoist Sail, Sir, here lyes your way.

Vio. No, good Swabber, I am to hull here a little longe Some mollification for your Giant, sweet Lady: Telle your Mind, I am a Messenger,

Oli. Sure you have some hideous Matter to deliver, wher the Curtelie of it is so fearful. Speak your Office.

Vio. It alone concerns your Ear. I bring no Overture War, no Taxations of Homage; I hold the Olive in a Hand: My Words are as full of Peace as Matter.

Oli. Yet you began rudely. What are you? What would you?

V1o. The Rudeness that hath appear’d in me have I learn's from my Entertainment. What I am, and what I would, ar. as secret as a Maiden-head; to your Ears, Divinity; to 2017 others, Prophanation, Oli. Give us the Place alone.

[Exit Maria We will hear this Divinity. Now, Sir, what is your Tex

Vio. Most sweet Lady.

Oli. A comfortable Doctrine, and much may be faid of it. Where lyes the Text?

Vio. In Orsino's Bosom.
Oli, In his Bosom? In what Chapter of his Bosom?
Vio. To answer by the Method, in the first of his Heart.

Oli. O, I have read it; it is Heresy. Have you no more to say?

Vio. Good Madam let me see your Face.

Oli. Have you any Commission from your Lord to negotiate with my Face? You are now out of your Text; but we will draw the Curtain, and shew you the picture. Look you, Sir, such a one I was this present : Is't not well done?

[Unveiling. Vio. Excellently done, if God did all.

Oli. 'Tis in grain, Sir, 'twill endure Wind and Weather.

Vio. Tis Beauty truly blent, whose red and white,
Nature's own sweet and cunning Hand laid on:
Lady, you are the cruell'st She alive,
If you will lead these Graces to the Grave,
And leave the World no Copy.

Oli, O, Sir, I will not be so hard-hearted : I will give out divers Schedules of my Beauty. It shall be inventoried,


and every Particle and Utensil labelld to my Wil!. As, Lad Item, two Lips indifferent red. Item, two grey Eyes, with

Lids to them. Item, One Neck, one Chin, and so forth. od Were you sent hither to praise me? o Vio. I see you what you are, you are too proud; - But if you were the Devil, you are fair. - My Lord and Master loves you: O such Love

Could be but recompenc'd, tho' you were crown'd "The Non-pareil of Beauty.

Oli. How does he love me?

Vio. With Adorations, fertile Tears,
With Groans that thunder Love, with Sighs of Fire.

Oli. Your Lord do's know my Mind, I cannot love him ; - Yet I suppose him Virtuous, know him Noble,

Of great Estate, of fresh and stainless Youth; * In Voices well divulg'd, free, learn’d, and valiant, Ju And in Dimension, and the Shape of Nature,

A gracious Person; but yet I cannot love him; y He might have took his Answer long ago.

Vio. If I did love you in my Master's Flame,
With such a Suff'ring, such a deadly Life:
In your Denial I would find no Sense,
I would not understand it.

Oli. Why, what would you do? .

Vio. Make me a Willow Cabin at your Gate,
And call upon my Soul within the House;
To Write loyal Cantons of contemned Love,

And sing them loud even in the Dead of Night:
Hollow your Name to the reverberate Hills,

And make the babling Gossip of the Air - Cry out, Olivia: O you should not rest

Between the Elements of Air and Earth,
But you should pity me.

Oli. You might do much :
What is your Parentage?

Vio. Above my Fortunes, yet my State is well :
I am a Gentleman. .

Oli. Get you to your Lord;
I cannot love him: Let him send no more,
Unless, perchance, you come to me again,


To tell me how he takes it; fare you well:
I thank you for your Pairs; spend this for me.

Vio. I am no Fee'd-post, Lady; keep your Purse :
My Master, not my self, lacks Recompence.
Love make his Heart of Flint, that you shall love,
And let your Fervour like my Master's be,
Plac'd in Contempt: Farewel, fair Cruelty.

Oli. What is your Parentage?
Above my Fortunes, yet my State is well :
I am a Gentleman I'll be sworn thou art,
Thy Tongue, thy Face, thy Limb, A&ions, and Spirit,
Do give thee five-fold Blazon n or too fast-----soft, soft
Unless the Master were the Man. How now?
Even so quickly may one catch the Plague?
Methinks I feel this Youth's Perfections,
With an invisible and subtil Stealth
To creep in at mine Eyes. Well, let it be
What hoa, Malvolio.

Thy Tongue, five-fold Blazoma. How now

Enter Malvolio.

Olio uke's Man: Tell him; th his Lords for him:

Mal. Here, Madam, at your Service.

Oli. Run after that same peevish Messenger,
The Duke's Man; he left this Ring behind him;
Would I, or not: Tell him, I'll none of it.
Desire him not to flatter with his Lord,
Nor hold him up with Hopes, I am not for him:
If that the Youth will come this way to Morrow,
I'll give him Reason for't by thee, Malvolio.

Mal. Madam, I will.

Oli, I do, I know not what, and fear to find
Mine Eye too great a Flatterer for my Mind:
Fate, shew thy Force, our selves we do not owe;
What is decreed, must be; and be this so.


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