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Mel. Come, sir, you peevishly threw it to her ; Sir And. There's å testril of me too : if one and her will is, it should be so returned : if it be knight give aworth stooping for, there it lies in your eye; if not, Clo. Would you have a love-song, or a song of be it his that finds it.
(Exit. good life?
Sir And. Ay, ay; I care not for good life.
Clo. O mistress mine, where are you roaming ? For she did speak in starts distractedly.
O, stay and hear, & your true love's coming, She loves me, sure; the cunning of her passion
That can sing both high and low : Invites me in this churlish messenger.
Trip no further pretty sweeting ; None of my lord's ring! why, he sent her none.
Journeys end in lovers' meeting, I am the man ; — If it be so, (as 'tis,)
Every wise man's son doth know. Poor lady, she were better love a dream.
Sir And. Excellent good, i'faith.
Sir To. Good, good.
Clo. What is love? 'tis not hereafter ;
Present mirth hath present laughter ; Alas, our frailty is the cause, not we;
What's to come, is still unsure :
In delay there lies no plenty :
Youth's a stuff will not endure.
Sir And. A mellifluous voice, as I am true My state is desperate for my master's love ;
knight. As I am woman, now alas the day!
Sir To. A contagious breath. What thriftless sighs shall poor Olivia breathe ?
Sir And. Very sweet and contagious, i'faith.
Sir To. To hear by the nose, it is dulcet in conO time, thou must entangle this, not l; It is too hard a knot for me to untie. [Erit.
tagion. But shall we make the welkin dance indeed ? Shall we rouse the night-owl in a catch, that
will draw three souls out of one weaver ? shall we SCENE IIL - A Room in Olivia's House.
do that? Enter Sir Toby Belck and Sir ANDREW AGUE
Sir And. An you love me, let's do't: I am dog at a catch.
Clo. By'r lady, sir, and some dogs will catch well. Sés To Approach, sir Andrew : not to be a-bed
Sir And. Most certain : let our catch be, Thou after midnight, is to be up betimes; and diluculo Inave. gere, thou know'st, Ser And. Nay, by my troth, I know not: but I be constrain d in't to call thee knave, knight.
Clo. Hold thy peace, thou knave, knight? I shall know, to be up late, is to be up late.
Sir And. 'Tis not the first time I have constrain'd & To. A false conclusion; I hate it as an un- one to call me knave. Begin, fool ; it begins, Hold filled can: To be up after midnight, and to go to thy peace
. ted then is early : so that, to go to bed after mid
Clo. I shall never begin, if I hold my peace. night, is to go to bed betimes. Do not our lives
Sir And. Good, i'faith! Come, begin. consist of the four elements ?
(They sing a catch är And. 'Faith, so they say ; but, I think, it rather consists of eating and drinking.
Enter MARIA. Sr To. Thou art a scholar; let us therefore cat Mar. What a catterwauling do you keep here ! and drink. - Marian, I say!- a stoop of wine! If my lady have not called up her steward, MalEnter Clown.
volio, and bid him turn you out of doors, never Sos And. Here comes the fool, i'faith.
Sir To. My lady's a Cataian, we are politicians ; Ca How now, my hearts? Did you never see Malvolio's a Peg-a-Ramsay, and Three merry men the picture of we three ?
be we. Am not I consanguineous ? am I not of her Ts. Welcome ass. Now let's have a catch.
blood ? Tilly-valley, lady! There dwelt a man in & And. By my troth, the fool has an excellent Babylon, lady, lady?
(Singing breast. I had rather than forty shillings I had such Cło. Beshrew me, the knight's in admirable fool3 leg; and so sweet a breath to sing, as the fool has. ing. In sooth, thou wast in very gracious fooling last Sir And. Ay, he does well enough, if he be disnight, when thou spokest of Pigrogromitus, of the posed, and so do I too; he does it with a bester Vapians passing the equinoctial of Queubus; 'twas grace, but I do it more natural. very good, i' faith. I sent thee sixpence for thy le- Si To. O, the twelfth day of December, m: Hadst it?
(Singing O. I did impeticos thy gratillity ; for Malvolio's Mar. For the love o'God, peace. more is no whipstock: My lady has a white hand, and the Myrmidons are no bottle-ale houses.
Enter MALVOLIO St And Excellent! Why, thús is the best fool- Mal. My masters, are you mad ? or what are ing, wben all is done. Now, a song.
you? Have you no wit, manners, nor honesty, but Ser Te. Come on; there is sixpence for you: let's to gabble like tinkers at this time of night? Do ye
make an alehouse of my lady's house, that ye squeak
bare a song.
out your coziers' catches without any initigation or of love; wherein, by the colour of his beard, the remorse of voice? Is there no respect of place, shape of his leg, the manner of his gait, the espersons, nor time, in you ?
pressure of his eye, forehead, and complexion, ne Sir To. We did keep time, sir, in our catches. shall find himself most feelingly personated : I can Sneck up!
write very like my lady, your niece; on a forgotten Mal. Sir Toby, I must be round with you. My matter we can hardly make distinction of our hands. lady bade me tell you, that, though she harbours Sir To. Excellent! I smell a device. you as her kinsman, she's nothing allied to your dis- Sir And. I have't in my nose too. orders. If you can separate yourself and your mis- Sir To. He shall think, by the letters that thou demeanors, you are welcome to the house ; if not, wilt drop, that they come from my niece, and that an it would please you to take leave of her, she is she is in love with him. very willing to bid you farewell.
Mar. My purpose is, indeed, a horse of that Sir To. Farewell, dear heart, since I must needs colour.
Sir And. And your horse now would make him Mar. Nay, good sir Toby. Clo. His eyes do shew his days are almost done. Mar. Ass, I doubt not. Mal. Is't even so ?
Sir And. 0, 'twill be admirable. Sir To. But I will never die.
Mar. Sport royal, I warrant you : I know, my Clo. Sir Toby, there you lie.
physick will work with him. I will plant you two, Mal. This is much credit to you.
and let the fool make a third, where he shall find the Sir To. Shall I bid him go?
(Singing. letter; observe his construction of it. For this night, Clo. What an if you do?
to bed, and dream on the event. Farewell. [Erit. Sir To. Shall I bid him go, and spare not ?
Sir To. Good night, Penthesilea. Clo. O no, no, no, no, you dare not.
Sir And. Before me, she's a good wench. Sir To. Out o'time? sir, ye lie. Art any more Sir To. She's a beagle, true bred, and one that than a steward? Dost thou think, because thou art adores
What o'that ? virtuous, there shall be no more cakes and ale? Sir And. I was adored once too.
Clo. Yes, by Saint Anne; and ginger shall be Sir To. Let's to bed, knight. - Thou hadst need hot i'the mouth too.
send for more money. Sir To. Thou’rt i'the right. — Go, sir, rub your Sir And. If I cannot recover your niece, I am a chain with crums:
- A stoop of wine, Maria ! foul way out. Mal. Mistress Mary, if you priz'd my lady's fa- Sir To. Send for money, knight; if thou hast her vour at any thing more than contempt, you would not i'the end, call me Cut. not give means for this uncivil rule; she shall know Sir And. If I do not, never trust me, take it of it, by this hand.
(Erit. how you will. Mar. Go shake your ears.
Sir To. Come, come; I'll go burn some sack, 'tis Sir And. 'Twere as good a deed as to drink when too late to go to bed now : come, knight; come, a man's a hungry, to challenge him to the field; and knight.
[Ereunt. then to break promise with him, and make a fool of him.
SCENE IV. A Room in the Duke's Palace. Sir To. Do't knight ; I'll write thee a challenge ; or I'll deliver thy indignation to him by word of
Enter Duke, VIOLA, Curio, and others. mouth.
Duke. Give me some musick : – Now, good Mar. Sweet sir Toby, be patient for to-night ;
morrow, friends : since the youth of the count's was to-day with my Now, good Cesario, but that piece of song, lady, she is much out of quiet. For monsieur Mal- That old and antique song we heard last night; volio, let me alone with him: if I do not gull him Methought, it did relieve my passion much; into a nayword, and make him a common recreation, More than light airs and recollected terms, do not think I have wit enough to lie straight in my Of these most brisk and giddy-paced times : bed : I know, I can do it.
Come, but one verse. Sir To. Possess us, possess us; tell us something Cur. He is not here, so please your lordship, of him.
that should sing it. Mar. Marry, sir, sometimes he is a kind of Pu- Duke. Who was it? ritan.
Cur. Feste, the jester, my lord; a fool, that the Sir And. O, if I thought that, I'd beat him like lady Olivia's father took much delight in: he is a dog.
about the house. Sir To. What, for being a Puritan ?, thy exqui- Duke. Seek him out, and play the tune the while. site reason, dear knight?
[Exit Curio. — Musick. Sir And. I have no exquisite reason for't, but I Come hither, boy; If ever thou shalt love, have reason good enough.
In the sweet pangs of it, remember me: Mar. The devil a Puritan that he is, or any For, such as am, all true lovers are ; thing constantly but a time pleaser ; an affection's Unstaid and skittish in all motions else, ass, that cons state without book, and utters it by Save, in the constant image of the creature great swarths: the best persuaded of himself, so That is belov'd. - How dost thou like this tune? crammed, as he thinks, with excellencies, that it is Vio. It gives a very echo to the seat his ground of faith, that all, that look on him, love Where Love is thron'd. him; and on that vice in him will my revenge find Duke. Thou dost speak masterly : notable cause to work.
My life upon't, young though thou art, thine eye Sir To. What wilt thou do?
Hath stay'd upon some favour that it loves; Mar. I will drop in his way some obscure epistles Hath it not, boy ?
A little, by your favour.
Tell her, my love, more noble than the world, Drede. What kind of woman is't?
Prizes not quantity of dirty lands;
Of your complexion. The parts that fortune hath bestow'd upon her, Dute. She is not worth thee then. What years, Tell her, I hold as giddily as fortune; i'faith?
But 'tis that miracle, and queen of gems, is. About your years, my lord.
That nature pranks her in, attracts my soul. Duke. Too old, by heaven ; Let still the woman Vio. But, if she cannot love you, sir? take
Duke. I cannot be so answer'd. An elder than herself; so wears she to him,
'Sooth, but you must. So sways she level in her husband's heart.
Say, that some lady, as, perhaps, there is, Fer, boy, bowever we do praise ourselves,
Hath for your love as great a pang of heart Our fancies are more giddy and unfirm,
As you have for Olivia : you cannot love her ; More longing, wavering, sooner lost and worn, You tell her so; Must she not then be answer'd ? Than Women's are.
Duke. There is no woman's sides, TE
I think it well, my lord. Can bide the beating of so strong a passion Duke. Then let thy love be younger than thyself, As love doth give my heart: no woman's heart Orthy affection cannot hold the bent:
So big, to hold so much; they lack retention. For women are as roses; whose fair flower, Alas, their love may be called appetite, — Being once display'd, doth tall that very hour. No motion of the liver, but the palate,
Fast And so they are : alas, that they are so; That suffer surfeit, cloyment, and revolt;
And can digest as much : make no compare
Between that love a woman can bear me,
Ay, but I know, Mak it, Cesario; it is old and plain :
Duke. What dost thou know? The pinsters and the knitters in the sun,
Vio. Too well what love women to men may owe: And the free maids, that weave their thread with In faith, they are as true of heart as we. bones,
My father had a daughter lov'd a man, Do use to chaunt it; it is silly sooth,
As it might be, perhaps, were I a woman, And dallies with the innocence of love,
your lordship. Like the old age.
And what's her history? Cle. Are you ready, sir?
Vio. A blank, my lord : She never told her love, Dute. Ay; pr'ythee, sing.
(Musick. But let concealment, like a worm i'the bud,
Feed on her damask cheek : she pin'd in thought ; SONG.
And, with a green and yellow melancholy, Cis. Come avay, come away, dealh,
She sat like patience on a monument, And in sad cypress let me be laid ;
Smiling at grief. Was not this love, indeed ? Fly away, fly away, breath ;
We men may say more, swear more: but, indeed, I am slain by a fair cruel maid.
Our shows are more than will; for still we prove Hy shroud of white, stuck all with yew,
Much in our vows, but little in our love. 0, prepare it ;
Duke. But died thy sister of her love, my boy? My part of death no one so true
Vio. I am all the daughters of my father's house, Did share it.
And all the brothers too; -and yet I know not.
Sir, shall I to this lady?
Ay, that's the theme.
To her in haste; give her this jewel ; say,
SCENE V. - Olivia's Garden.
Enter Sir Toby BELCH, Sir ANDREW AGUE-CHEEK,
and Fabian, Dhike. There's for thy pains.
Sir To. Come thy ways, signior Fabian. Co. No pains, sir ; I take pleasure in singing, sir. Fab. Nay, I'll come; if I lose a scruple of this Duke. I'll pay tby pleasure then.
sport, let me be boiled to death with melancholy. C. Truly, sir, and pleasure will be paid, one Sir To. Would'st thou not be glad to have the time or another.
niggardly rascally shecp-biter come by some notable Duke. Give me now leave to leave thee.
shame? Clan Now, the melancholy god protect thee; and Fab. I would exult, man : you know, he brought the tailor make thy doublet of changeable taffata, for me out of favour with my lady, about a near-baiting tby mind is a very opal!- I would have men of here. sach constancy put to sea, that their business might Sir To. To anger him, we'll have the bear again; be every thing, and their intent every where ; for and we will fool him black and blue : Shall we tha's it, that always makes a good voyage of no- not, sir Andrew ? thing. - Farewell.
Sir And. An we do not, it is pity of our rives. Duke. Let all the rest give place. [Exeunt Curio and Attendants.
Enter Maria. Once more, Cesario, Sir To. Here comes the little villain :- How Get thee to yon' same sovereign cruelty :
now, my nettle of India ?
Mar. Get ye all three into the boz-tree: Mal- Mal. What employment have we here ? volio's coming down this walk ; he has been yonder
(Taking up the letter. i'the sun, practising behaviour to his own shadow, Fab. Now is the woodcock near the gin. this half hour: observe him, for the love of mockery; Sir To. O, peace ! and the spirit of humours infor, I know, this letter will make a contemplative timate reading aloud to him ! ideot of him. Close, in the name of jesting! (The Mal. By my life, this is my lady's hand : these men hide themselves.] Lie thou there ; (throws down be her very C's, her U's, and her T's; And thus a letter.] for here comes the trout that must be caught makes she her great P's. It is, in contempt of with tickling
[Exit Maria. question, her hand.
Sir And. Her C's, her U's, and her T's: Why Enter MALVOLIO.
that? Mal. 'Tis but fortune; all is fortune. Maria Mal. [reads.) To the unknown beloved, this, and once told me, she did affect me: and I have heard my good wishes: her very phrases ! - By your leave, herself come thus near, that, should she fancy, it Soft !- and the impressure her Lucrece, should be one of my complexion. Besides, she uses with which she uses tó seal : 'tis my lady: To me with a more exalted respect, than any one else whom should this be ? that follows her. What should I think on't?
Fab. This wins him, liver and all. Sir To. Here's an over-weening rogue !
Mal. [reads.] Jove knows, I love: Fab. O, peace! Contemplation makes a rare
But who? turkey-cock of him; how he jets under his advanced
Lips do not move, plumes !
No man must know. Sir And. 'Slight, I could so beat the rogue :- No man must know. What follows? the numbers Sir To. Peace, I say.
altered !-No man must know :-If this should be Mal. To be count Malvolio;
thee, Malvolio ? Sir To. Ah, rogue !
Sir To. Marry, hang thee, brock ! Sir And. Pistol him, pistol him.
Mal. I may command, where I adore : Sir To. Peace, peace !
But silence, like a Lucrece knife, Mal. There is example for't ; the lady of the
With bloodless stroke my heart doth gore; strachy married the yeoman of the wardrobe.
M, O, A, I, doth sway my life. Sir And. Fie on him, Jezebel !
Fab. A fustian riddle! Fab. O, peace! now he's deeply in; look, how Sir To. Excellent wench, say I. imagination blows him.
Mal. M, 0, A, I, doth sway my life. - Nay, but Mal. Having been three months married to her, first, let me see, — - let me see, let me see. sitting in my state, —
Fab. What a dish of poison hath she dressed him! Sir To. O, for a stone-bow, to hit him in the eye! Sir To. And with what wing the stannyel checks
Mal. Calling my officers about me, in my branched at it! • velvet gown; having come from a day-bed, where I Mal. I may command where I adore. Why, she left Olivia sleeping.
may command me: I serve her, she is my lady. Sir To. Fire and brimstone!
Why, this is evident to any formal capacity. There Fab. O, peace, peace."
is no obstruction in this ; And the end, - What Mal. And then to have the humour of state and should that alphabetical position portend ? if I after a demure travel of regard, -telling them, I could make that resemble something in me, – know my place, as I would they should do theirs, Softly! - M, 0, 4, I. to ask for my kinsman Toby :
Sir To. O, ay! make up that: he is now at a Sir To. Bolts and shackles !
cold scent. Fab. O, peace, peace, peace! now, now.
Fab. Sowter will crý upon't, for all this, though Mal. Seven of my people, with an obedient start, it be as rank as a fox. make out for him: frown the while; and, per- Mal. M, - Malvolio ;-M, - why, that begins chance, wind up my watch, or play with some rich my name. jewel. _Toby approaches; court'sies there to me : Fab. Did not I say, he would work it out? the Sir To. Shall this fellow live?
cur is excellent at faults. Fab. Though our silence be drawn from us with Mal. M,- But then there is no consonancy in cars, yet peace,
the sequel ; that suffers under probation : A should Mal
. I extend my hand to him thus, quenching follow, but o does. my familiar smile with an austere regard of control : Fab. And O shall end, I hope.
Sir To. And does not Toby take you a blow o'the Sir To. Ay, or I'll cudgel him, and make him lips then?
Mal. Saying, Cousin Toby, my fortunes having Mal. And then I comes behind. cast me on your niece, give me this prerogative of Fab. Ay, an you had any eye behind you, you speech :
might see more detraction at your heels, than forSir To. What, what ?
tunes before you. Mal. You must amend your drunkenness.
Mal. M, 0, A, I; – This simulation is not as Sir To. Out, scab!
the former : - and yet, to crush this a little, it would Fab. Nay, patience, or we break the sinews of bow to me, for every one of these letters are in my our plot.
name. Soft; here follows prose. If this fall into Mal. Besides, you waste the treasure of your time thy hand, revolve. In my stars I am above thee ; dut with a foolish knight ;
be not afraid of greatness : Some are born great, Sir And. That's me, I warrant you.
some achieve greatness, and some have greatness Mal. One Sir Andrew :
thrust upon them. Thy fates open their hands; let Sir And. I knew, 'twas I; for many do call me fööl. thy blood and spörű embrace them. And, to inure
terself to what thou art like to be, cast thy humble Fab. I will not give my part of this sport for a Frage, and appear fresh. Be opposite with a kins- pension of thousands to be paid from the Sophy. sex, surty sith servants : let thy tongue tang ar- Sir To. I could marry this wench for this device : nants of state ; put thyself into the trick of sin- Sir And. So could I too. ry: She thus aduses thee, that sighs for thee. Sir To. And ask no other dowry with her, but incmber sia commended thy yellow stockings ; and such another jest. wished to see thee ever cross-gartered : I say, resaber. Go to; thou art made, if thou desirest to be
Enter Maria. ; jot, let me see thee a steward still, the fellow Sir And. Nor I neither. of criants, and not worthy to touch fortune's fingers. Fab. Here comes my noble gull-catcher. Feresed. She that would alter services with thee, Sir To. Wilt thou set thy foot o' my neck ?
The fortunate unhappy. Sir And. Or o' mine either ? Day-light and champian discovers not more: this Sir To. Shall I play my freedom at tray-trip, is open. I will be proud, I will read politick au- and become thy bond-slave? thors, I will baffle Sir Toby, I will wash off gross Sir And. I'faith, or I either? krintance, I will be point-de-vice, the very man. Sir To. Why, thou hast put him in such a dream, I do not now fool myself, to let imagination jade that, when the image of it leaves him, he must run ne; for every reason excites to this, that my lady mad. Loves me. She did commend my yellow stockings Mar. Nay, but say true ; does it work upon him? te late, she did praise my leg being cross-gartered; Sir To. Like aqua-vitæ with a midwife. and in this she manifests herself to my love, and, Mar. If you will then see the fruits of the sport, sich a kind of injunction, drives me to these habits mark his first approach before my lady: he will of her liking. I thank my stars, I am happy. come to her in yellow stockings, and 'tis a colour I will be strange, stout, in yellow stockings, and she abhors ; and cross-gartered, a fashion she deesgartered, even with the swiftness of putting tests ; and he will smile upon her, which will now c. Jove, and my stars be praised ! - Here is yet be so unsuitable to her disposition, being addicted á pisteript. Thou canst not choose but know who to a melancholy as she is, that it cannot but turn I sz if thou entertainest my love, let it appear in him into a notable contempt : if you will see it, A sing; thy smiles become thee well : therefore follow me. in presence still smile, dear my sweet, I pr'ythee. Sir To. To the gates of Tartar, thou most excelJoreI thank thee. - I will smile : I will do every lent devil of wit ! diog that thou wilt have me.
SCENE I. - Olivia's Garden.
Clo. Not so, sir, I do care for something but
in my conscience, sir, I do not care for you; if Enter Viola, and Clown with a tabor.
that be to care for nothing, sir, I would it would To Save thee, friend, and thy musick: Dost make you invisible. then line by thy tabor?
Vio. Art not thou the lady Olivia's fool ? 0. No, sir, I live by the church.
Clo. No, indeed, sir ; the lady Olivia has no Fin årt thou a churchuman?
folly: she will keep no fool, sir, till she be married; Cs. No such matter, sir ; I do live by the and fools are as like husbands, as pilchards are to durch; for I do live at my house, and my house herrings, the husband's the bigger ; I am, indeed, oth stand by the church.
not her fool, but her corrupter of words. Fax. So thou may'st say, the king lies by a beg- Vio. I saw thee late at the count Orsino's.
, if a beggar dwell near him; or the church Clo. Foolery, sir, does walk about the orb, like stands by thy tabor, if thy tabor stand by the the sun ; it shines every where. I would be sorry, card.
sir, but the fool should be as oft with your master, Ca. You have said, sír. - To see this age ! - A as with my mistress : I think, I saw your wisdom setence is but a cheveril glove to a good wit; How there. çizekly the wrong side may be turned outward ! Vio. Nay, an thou pass upon me, I'll no more
Fos. Nay, that's certain; they, that dally nicely with thee. Hold, there's expences for thee. with words, may quickly make them wanton. Clo. Now Jove, in his next commodity of hair,
Can I would therefore, my sister had had no send thee a beard ! name, sir,
Vio. By my troth, I'll tell thee; I am almost sick Fa. Why, man?
for one; though I would not have it grow on my C. Why, sir, her name's a word; and to dally chin. Is thy lady within ? with that word, might make my sister wanton : Clo. Would not a pair of these have bred, sir? Bat
, indeed, words are very rascals, since bonds Vio. Yes, being kept together, and put to use. es gaced them.
Clo. I would play lord Pandarus of Phrygia, sir, i Thy reason, man?
to bring a Cressida to this Troilus. 1. Troth, sir, I can yield you none without Vio. I understand you, sir ; 'tis well begg'd. wards; and words are grown so false, I am loath Cio. The matter, I hope, is not great, sir, begpre reason with them.
ging but a beggar: Cressida was a beggar. My FR I warrant, thou art a merry fellow, and lady is within, sir. I will construe to them whence sea lor pothing
you come ; who you are, and what you would, are