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every thing adheres together, that no Dram of a Scruple, no Scruple of a Scruple; no Obstacle; no incredulous or unsafe Circumstance- What can be said ? Nothing that can be, can come between me, and the full Prospect of my Hopes. Well Jove, not s, 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 pofseft him, yet I'll speak 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 discard 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 she lo ?

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' wise Woman.

Mar. Marry and it shall be done to Morrow Morning if I live. My Lady would not lose him for more than I'll say. 'Mal. How now, Mistress?

Mar. O Lord.

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

Fab. No way but Gentleness, gently, gently; the Fiend is rough, and will cot be roughly us'd.

SirTo. Why how now, my Havock? How dost 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. Get him to say his Prayers, good Sir Toby, get him to pray. e Mál. My Prayers, Minx!

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

Mal. Go, hang your selves all; you are idle shallow Things, I am not of your Element, you shall know more hereafter.

[Exit. i Sir To. Is't possible?

Fab. If this were plaid upon a Stage now, I could confi demn it as an unprofitable Fidion.

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

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

Fab. Why we shall make him mad indeed.
Mar. The House 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, 'cill our very Pastime 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 see, but

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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 so 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'st to the Lady Olivia, and in my Sight Me uses thee kindly; but thou liest in thy Throat, that is not the matter I challenge thee for. Fab. Very brief, and exceeding good Sense-less.

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

Fab. Good.
Sir To. Thou killst me like a Rogue and a Villain.
Fab. Still you keep o'ch' 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 fol look to thy self. Thy Friend as thou useft him, and thy work 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 Occasion for’t: He is now in some Commerce with my Lady, and will by and by depart.

Sir To. Go, Sir Andrew, scout me for him at the Corner of the Orchard like a Bum-Baily; so soon as ever thou seeft him, draw; and as thou draw'st, swear horribly; for it comes to pass oft, that a terrible Oath,' with a swaggering Accent sharply ewang'd off, gives Manhood more Approbation than ever Proof it self would have earn'd him. Away. Sir And. Nay, let me alone for swearing.

[Exit, Sir To. Now will not I deliver this Letter; for the Behaviour of the young Gentleman gives him out to be of good Capacity and Breeding; his Imployment between his Lord and my Neece, confirms no less; therefore, this Letter being so 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; set upon Ague-cheek a notable Report of Valour, and drive the Gentleman, as I know his Youth will aptly re. ceive it, into a most hideous Opinion of his Rage, Skill, Fury, and Impetuosity. This will so fright them both, that they will kill one another by the Look, like Cockatrices.

Enter Olivia and Viola. 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 some horrid MelSage for a Challenge. .

[Exeunt. Oli. I have said too much unto a Heart of Stone, And laid mine Honour too unchary on't. There's something in me that reproves my Fault;


But such a head-strong potent Fault it is,
That it but mocks Reproof.

Vio. With the same haviour that your Passion bears,
Goes on my Master's Grief.
i Oli. Here, wear this Jewel for me, 'tis my Pi&ure;
Refuse it not, it hath no Tongue to vex you:
And I beseech you come again to Morrow.
: W hat shall you ask of me that I'll deny,

That, Honour fav’d, may upon asking give? i 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. [Exit.

Enter Sir Toby and Fabian.
Sir To. Gentleman, God save thee.
Vio. And you, Sir.

Sir To. That Defence thou hast, betake thee to't; of what Nature the Wrongs are thou hast done him, I know not; but - thy Intercepter full of Despight, bloody as the Hunter, at

tends thee at the Orchard End; dismount thy Tuck, be # yare in thy Preparation, for thy Assailant is quick, skilful, and deadly.

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

Sir To. You'll find it otherwise, I assure you; therefore, if you hold your Life at any Price, betake you to your Guard, Á for your Opposite hath in hin, 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 i 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 so implacable, that Satisfactie on can be none but by Pangs of Death and Sepulcher:Hobe nob, is his Word; give't or tak't.

Dio. I will return again into the House, and desire fome Conduct of the Lady. I am no fighter. I have heard of VOL. II.



some 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 Desire. Back you shall not to the House, unless you under take that with me, which with as much safety you migt answer him; therefore on, or strip your Sword stark naked

for meddle you must, that's certain, or forswear to we · Iron about you.

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

Sir To. I will do so. Signior Fabian, stay you by this Ge: tleman 'till my Return.

[Exit Sir Tobi Vio. Pray you, Sir, do you know of this matter?

Fab. I know the Knight is incens'd against you, event a mortal Arbitrement, but nothing of the Circumstance mor:

Vio. I beseech you what manner of Man is he?

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

Vio. I shall be much bound to you for't: I am one th: had rather go with Sir Priest than Sir Knight : I care nu who knows so much of my Mettle.


Enter Sir Toby and Sir Andrew. Sir To. Why Man, he's a very Devil, I have not fee such a Virago : I had a Pass with him, Rapier, Scabbard and all; and he gives me the Stuck in with such a mortal Mo tion, that it is inevitable; and on.the Answer, he pays you as surely as your Feet hit the Ground they step on. They say, 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 scarce hold him.

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

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