every thing adheres together, that no Dram of a Scruple, no Scruple of a Scruple; no Obftacle; no incredulous or unfafe Circumftance What can be faid? Nothing that can be, can come between me, and the full Profpect of my Hopes. Well Jove, not I, is the Doer of this, and he is to be thanked.

Enter Sir Toby, Fabian and Maria.

Sir To. Which way is he, in the Name of Sanctity? If all the Devils in Hell be drawn in little, and Legion himself poffeft him, yet I'll fpeak to him.

Fab. Here he is, here he is; how is't with you, Sir? How is't with you, Man?

Mal. Go off, I difcard you; let me enjoy my privacy:

Go off.

Mar. Lo, how hollow the Fiend speaks within him; did not I tell you? Sir Toby, my Lady prays you to have a Care of him.

Mal. Ah ha, does the fo?

Sir To. Go to, go to; peace, peace; we must deal gently with him; let him alone. How do you do, Malvolio? How is't with you? What Man, defie the Devil; confider he's an Enemy to Mankind.

Mal. Do you know what you say?

Mar. La you! and you speak ill of the Devil, how he takes it at Heart. Pray God he be not bewitch'd.

Fab. Carry his Water to th' wife Woman.

Mar. Marry and it fhall be done to Morrow Morning if I live. My Lady would not lose him for more than I'll fay.

Mal. How now, Mistress?

Mar. O Lord.

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Sir To. Prethee hold thy Peace, that is not the way: Do you not fee you move him?

Fab. No way but Gentleness, gently, gently; the Fiend is rough, and will not be roughly us'd.

SirTo. Why how now, myHavock? How doft thou,Chuck? Mal, Sir.

Sir To. Ay Biddy, come with me. What Man, 'tis not for Gravity to play at Cherry-pit with Satan. Hang him foul Collier.

Mar,

Mar. Get him to fay his Prayers, good Sir Toby, get him

co pray.

Mal. My Prayers, Minx!

Mar. No, I warrant you, he will not hear of Godlinefs.

Mal. Go, hang your felves all; you are idle fhallow Things, I am not of your Element, you fhall know more hereafter. [Exit.

Sir To. Is't poffible?

Fab. If this were plaid upon a Stage now, I could condemn it as an unprofitable Fiction.

Sir To. His very Genius hath taken the Infection of the Device, Man.

Mar. Nay, purfue him now, left the Device take Air, and taint.

Fab. Why we fhall make him mad indeed.

Mar. The Houfe will be the quieter.

Sir To. Come, we'll have him in a dark Room and bound. My Neece is already in the Belief that he's mad; we may carry it thus for our Pleasure and his Penance, 'till our very Paftime tired out of Breath, prompt us to have Mercy on him; at which Time we will bring the Device to the Bar, and crown thee for a Finder of Madmen; but fee, but fec.

Enter Sir Andrew.

Fab. More Matter for a May Morning.

Sir And. Here's the Challenge, read it: I warrant there's Vinegar and Pepper in't.

Fab. Is't fo fawcy?

Sir And. Ay, is't? I warrant him: Do but read.

Sir To. Give me.

[Sir Toby reads. Youth, whatsoever thou art, thou art but a Scurvy Fellow. Fab. Good and valiant.

Sir To. Wonder not, nor admire in thy Mind why I do call, thee fo, for I will shew thee no Reason for't.

Fab. A very good Note, that keeps you from the Blow of the Law.

Sir To. Thou com'ft to the Lady Olivia, and in my Sight fhe ufes thee kindly; but thou lieft in thy Throat, that is not the matter I challenge thee for.

Fab. Very brief, and exceeding good Senfe-lefs.

Sir To. I will way-lay thee going home, where if it be thy Chance to kill me.

Fab. Good.

Sir To. Thou kill'st me like a Rogue and a Villain.

Fab. Still you keep o'th' windy Side of the Law: Good. Sir To. Fare thee well, and God have mercy upon our Souls he may have mercy upon mine, but my Hope is better, and fo look to thy felf. Thy Friend as thou useft him, and thy fwern Enemy, Andrew Ague-cheek.

Sir To. If this Letter move him not, his Legs cannot: I'll give't him.

Mar. You may have very fit Occafion for't: He is now in fome Commerce with my Lady, and will by and by depart.

Sir To. Go, Sir Andrew, fcout me for him at the Corner of the Orchard like a Bum-Baily; fo foon as ever thou seeft him, draw; and as thou draw'ft, fwear horribly; for it comes to pafs oft, that a terrible Oath, with a fwaggering Accent fharply twang'd off, gives Manhood more Approbation than ever Proof it felf would have earn'd him. Away.

Sir And. Nay, let me alone for fwearing.

[Exit, Sir To. Now will not I deliver this Letter; for the Be haviour of the young Gentleman gives him out to be of good Capacity and Breeding; his Imployment between his Lord and my Neece, confirms no lefs; therefore, this Letter being fo excellently ignorant, will breed no Terror in the Youth; he will find that it comes from a Clod-pole. But, Sir, I will deliver his Challenge by Word of Mouth; fet upon Ague-cheek a notable Report of Valour, and drive the Gentleman, as I know his Youth will aptly receive it, into a moft hideous Opinion of his Rage, Skill, Fury, and Impetuofity. This will fo fright them both, that they will kill one another by the Look, like Cockatrices.

Fab. Here he comes with your Neece, give them way 'till he take leave, and presently after him.

Sir To. I will meditate the while upon fome horrid Meffage for a Challenge.

Oli. I have faid too much unto a Heart of Stone, And laid mine Honour too unchary on't.

There's fomething in me that reproves my Fault;

[Exeunt.

But

But fuch a head-ftrong potent Fault it is,
That it but mocks Reproof.

Vio. With the fame haviour that your Paffion bears, Goes on my Master's Grief.

Oli. Here, wear this Jewel for me, 'tis my Picture;
Refuse it not, it hath no Tongue to vex you:
And I beseech you come again to Morrow.
What fhall you ask of me that I'll deny,
That, Honour fav'd, may upon asking give?

Vio. Nothing but this, your true Love for my Master. Oli. How with mine Honour may I give him that, Which I have given to you?

Vio. I will acquit you.

Oli. Well, come again to Morrow: Fare thee well, A Fiend like thee might bear my Soul to Hell.

Enter Sir Toby and Fabian.

Sir To. Gentleman, God fave thee.

Vio. And you, Sir.

[Exit.

Sir To. That Defence thou haft, betake thee to't; of what Nature the Wrongs are thou haft done him, I know not; but thy Intercepter full of Defpight, bloody as the Hunter, attends thee at the Orchard End; difmount thy Tuck, be yare in thy Preparation, for thy Affailant is quick, skilful, and deadly.

Vio. You mistake, Sir, I am fure no Man hath any Quarrel to me; my Remembrance is very free and clear from any Image of Offence done to any Man.

י.

Sir To. You'll find it otherwife, I affure you; therefore, if you hold your Life at any Price, betake you to your Guard, for your Oppofite hath in him, what Youth, Strength, Skill, and Wrath can furnish a Man withal.

Vio. I pray you, Sir, what is he?

Sir To. He is Knight dubb'd with unhatch'd Rapier, and on Carpet Confideration, but he is a Devil in private Brawl; Souls and Bodies hath he divorc'd three; and his Incensement at this Moment is fo implacable, that Satisfaction can be none but by Pangs of Death and Sepulcher: Hob, nob, is his Word; give't or tak't.

Vio. I will return again into the Houfe, and defire some Conduct of the Lady. I am no fighter. I have heard of VOL. II.

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fome

fome kind of Men, that put Quarrels purposely on other to taste their Valour: Belike this is a Man of that Quirk. Sir To. Sir, no: His Indignation drives it self out of very competent Injury, therefore get you on, and give hir his Defire. Back you fhall not to the House, unless you unde take that with me, which with as much fafety you migh anfwer him; therefore on, or ftrip your Sword ftark naked for meddle you must, that's certain, or forfwear to wa Iron about you.

Vio. This is as uncivil as ftrange. I beseech you do n this courteous Office, as to know of the Knight what Offence to him is: It is fomething of my Negligence, thing of my Purpose.

Sir To. I will do fo. Signior Fabian, ftay you by this Ge tleman 'till my Return. [Exit Sir Tob Vio. Pray you, Sir, do you know of this matter? Fab. I know the Knight is incens'd against you, even t a mortal Arbitrement, but nothing of the Circumftance mor Vio. I beseech you what manner of Man is he?

Fab. Nothing of that wonderful Promise to read him by his Form, as you are like to find him in the Proof of his Valour. He is indeed, Sir, the moft skilful, bloody, and fr tal Oppofite that you could poffibly have found in any par of Illyria: Will you walk towards him? I will make you Peace with him if I can.

Vio. I fhall be much bound to you for't: I am one th had rather go with Sir Prieft than Sir Knight: I care no who knows fo much of my Mettle. [Exeun

Enter Sir Toby and Sir Andrew.

Sir To. Why Man, he's a very Devil, I have not fee fuch a Virago I had a Pafs with him, Rapier, Scabbard and all; and he gives me the Stuck in with fuch a mortal Mo tion, that it is inevitable; and on the Anfwer, he pays you as furely as your Feet hit the Ground they step on. ftep on. They fay, he has been Fencer to the Sophy.

Sir And. Pox on't, I'll not meddle with him. Sir To. Ay, but he will not now be pacified, Fabian can icarce hold him.

Sir And. Plague on't, and I thought he had been vali ant, and fo cunning in Fence, I'd have seen him damn'd e'et