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+ Sir To. And they have been grand Jury-men, fince before Noah was a Sailor.
Fab. She did shew Favour to the Youth in your Sight, only to exasperate you, to awake your dormouse Valour, to
put Fire in your Heart, and Brimstone in your Liver. You 1. Thould then have accosted her, and with some excellent Jests,
fire-new from the Mint, you should have bang'd the Youth i into Dumbness. This was look'd for at your Hand, and
this was baulkt. The double gilt of this Opportunity you let Time wash off, and you are now fail'd into the North of my Lady's Opinion, where you will hang like an Isickle on a Dutchman's Beard, unless you do redeem it by fome Attempt, either of Valour or Policy.) 1. Sir And. And't be any way, it must be with Valour, for Policy I hate: I had as lief be a Brownist,'as a Politician.
Sir To. Why then build me thy Fortune's upon the Basis of Valour. Challenge me the Duke's Youth to fight with him, hurt him in eleven Places, my Neice shall take Note of it, and assure thy self, there is no Love-broker in the World can more prevail in Mens Commendation with Women, than Report of Valour.
Fab. There is no way but this, Sir Andrew. . Sir An, Will either of you bear me a Challenge to him?.
Sir To. Go, write it in a martial Hand, be curft and brief: it is no matter how witty, so it be eloquent, and full of Invention; taunt him with the License of Ink; if thou thou'st him some thrice, it shall not be amiss; and as many Lies as will lye in thy Sheet of Paper, although the Sheet were big enough for the Bed of Ware in England, set 'em down, and go about it. Let there be Gall enough in thy Ink, tho'chou write it with a Goose-Pen, no matter: About it. "
Sir An. Where shall I find you?
Exit Sir Andrew.
Sir To. I have been dear to him, Lad, fome two thousand strong, or so.
Fab. We shall have a rare Letter from him; but you'll por deliver't.
Sir To. Never trust me then; and by all means stir on the Youth to an Answer. I think Oxen and Wain-ropes cao. not hale them together. For Andrew, if he were open'd, and you find so much Blood in his Liver as will clog the Foot of a Flea, I'll eat the rest of th’Anatomy.
vestila Donna Suveras will clog tile Fab. And his Opposite the Youth bears in his Visage no great Presage of Cruelty.
Mar. If you desire the Spleen, and will laugh your selves into Stitches, follow me; yond gull Malvolio is turo. ed Heathen, a very Reregado; for there is no Christian that means to be fav’d by believing rightly, can ever believe such impossible Passages of Grossness. He's in yellow Stock ings.
Sir To. And Cross-garter'd?
Mar. Most villanously; like a Pedant that keeps a School i'th' Church: I have dog'd him like his Murtherer. He does obey every Point of the Letter that I dropt to be. tray him; he does smile his Face into more Lines than is in the new Map, with the Augmentation of the Indies; you have not seen such a thing as 'tis ; I can hardly forbear hurling things at him. I know my Lady will strike him; if the do, he'll smile, and tak’t for a great Favour. Sir To. Come, bring us, bring us where he is.
SCENE III. The Street,
Enter Sebastian and Anthonio.
Ant. I could not stay behind you; my Desire,
Rough and unhospicable. My willing Love,
Seb. My kind Anthonio,
Seb. I am not weary, and 'tis long to Night,
Ant. Would you’ld pardon me:
Seb, Belike you slew great Number of his people.
Ant. Th’Offence is not of such a bloody Nature,
Seb. Do not then walk too open.
Ant. It doth not fit me: Hold, Sir, here's my Purse.
Seb. Why I your Purse?
Ant. Haply your Eye shall light upon some Toy
Seb. I'll be your Purse-bearer, and leave you
Ans. To th' Elephant.
SCENE IV. Olivia's House.
Enter Olivia and Maria.
Mar. He's coming, Madam:
Oli. Why, what's the matter, does he rave ?
Mar. No, Madam, he does nothing but smile; your La dyship were best to have some guard about you, if he come, for sure the Man is tainted in's Wits. Oli. Go, call him hither.
Mal. Sweet Lady, ha, ha. . [Smile fantastically.
Mal. Sad Lady, I could be sad; This does make some Obftru&tion in the Blood; This cross-gartering, but what of that? If it please the Eye of one, it is with me as the very true Sonner is: Please one, and please all.'
Oli. Why? How do'st 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 Thail be executed. I think we do know the sweet Roman Hand.
Oli. Wilt thou go to Bed, Malvolio?
Oli. God comfort thee; why dost thou smile so, and kiss thy Hand so oft?
Mar. How do you, Malvolio?
Mal. Ar your Request !
Mar. Why appear you with this ridiculous Boldness be. fore my Lady?
Mai. Be not afraid of Greatnefs; 'twas well writ.
Enter Servant. Ser. Madam, the young Gentleman of the Duke Orsino's is return'd, I could hardly entreat him back; he attends your Ladyship’s Pleasure.
Oli, I'll come to him. Good Maria, let this Fellow be look'd to. Where's my Cousin Toby? let some of my People have a special Care of him, I would not have him miscarry for the Half of my Dowry.
[Exit. Mal. Oh, ho, do you come near me now? No worse Man than Sir Toby to look to me! This concurs dire&ly with the Letter, she sends him on purpose that I may appear stubborn to him; for she incites me to that in the Letter. Cast thy humble Slough, says she; be opposite with a Kinsman, surly with Servants, let thy Tongue tang with Arguments of State, put thy self into the Trick of Singularity, and consequently fets down the manner how; as a fad Face, a reverend Carriage, a slow Tongue, in the Habit of some Sir of Note, and so forth. I have lim'd her, but it is Jove's doing, and Jove make me thankful; and when she went away now, let this Fellow be look'd to: Fellow! Not Malvolio, nor after my Degree, but Fellow. Why