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SCENE changes to Olivia's Garden.

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Enter Sir Toby, Sir Andrew, and Fabian. Sir To.

OME thy 'ways, Signior Fabian.

Fab. Nay, I'll come; if I lose a scruple of this sport, let me be boild to death with meIancholy.

Sir To. Would'st thou not be glad to have the niggardly rascally fheep-biter come by fome notable shame?

Fab. I would exult, man ; you know, he brought me out of favour with my Lady, about a bear-baiting here.

Sir To. To anger him, we'll have the bear again; and we will fool him black and blue, shall we not, Sir Andrew? Sir And. An we do not, it's pity of our lives.

Enter Maria. Sir To, Here comes the little villain: how now, my nettle of India ?

Mar. Get ye all three into the box-tree ; Malvolio's. coming down this walk, he has been yonder i’th sun practising behaviour to his own Mhadow this half hour. Observe him, for the love of mockery; for, I know, this letter will make a contemplative ideot of him. Close, in the name of jesting! lie thou there; for here comes the trout that must be caught with tickling.

[Throws down a letter, and Exit.

Enter Malvolio. Mal. 'Tis but fortune, all is fortune. Maria once told me, she did affect me; and I have heard herself come thus near, that should she fancy, it fhould' be one of my complexion. Besides, she uses me with a more exalted respect, than any one else that follows her. What should I think on't? Sir To. Here's an over-weaning rogue.

Fab.

me, in

Fab. Oh, peace : contemplation makes a rare Tur. key-cock of him ; how he jets under his advanc'd plumes !

Sir And. 'Slife, I could so beat the rogue.
Sir To. Peace, I say.
Mal. To be Count Malvolio,

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Sir To. Ah, rogue !
Sir And. Pistol him, pistol him.
Sir To. Peace, peace.

Mal. There is example for't: the Lady of the Strachy married the yeoman of the wardrobe. Sir And. Fy on him, Jezebel!

Fab. O, peace, now he's deeply in ; look, how. imagination blows him.

Mal. Having been three months married to her, fitting in my state

Šir To. O for a ftone-bow, to hit him in the eye!
Nial. Calling my officers about

my

branch'd velvet gown; having come down from a day-bed, where I have left Olivia sleeping.

Sir To. Fire and brimstone!
Fab. O, peace, peace.

Mal, And then to have the humour of state ; and after a demare travel of iegard, telling them, I know my place, as I would they should do theirs for my uncle Toby

Sir To. Bolts and shackles !
Fab. Oh, peace, peace, peace; now, now.

Mal, Seven of my people with an obedient fart: make out for him : I frown the while, and, perchance, wind up my watch, or play with fome rich jewel,.. Toby approaches, curtfies there to me.

Sir To. Shall this fellow live?

Fab. Tho' our filence be drawn from us with cares,, yet,

Mal. I extend my hand to him thus ; quer.ching my familiar smile with an auftere regard of controll.

Sir To. And does not Toby take you a blow o'ch' lips then!

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Mal. Saying, uncle Toby, my fortunes having cast me on your

niece, give me this prerogative of speech. 1

Sir To. What, what?
Mal. You must amend your drunkenness.

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Sir To. Out, scab!

Fab. Nay, patience, or we break the finews of our plot.

Mal. Besides, you waste the treasure of your time with a foolith Knight

Sir And. That's me, I warrant you.
Mal. One Sir Andrews,

Sir And. I knew it was I; for many do call me fool.

no Mal. What employment have we here?

[Taking up the letter. Fab. Now is the woodcock near the gin.

Sir To. Oh peace! now the spirit of humours intimate reading aloud to him!

Mal. By my life, this is my Lady's hand: these be her very C's, her U's, and her I's, and thus makes the her great P's. It is, in contempt of question, her hand.

Sir And. Her C's, her U's, and her T's: why that?

Mal. To the unknown belov'd, this, and my good wishes; her very phrases : by your leave, wax. Soft! and the impressure her Lucréce, with which she uses to seal ; 'tis my Lady : to whom should this be?

Fab. This wins him, liver and all. Mał. Jove knows I love, but who, lips do not move, no man muft know. No man must know. what fol. lows the number's alter'd - no man must know if this Tould be thee, Malvolio?

Sir To. Marry, hang thee, Brock !
Mal. I may command where I adore, but filence, like a

Lucrece knife,
With bloodless stroke my heart doth gore, M. O, A. I.

doth fway my life. Fab. A fuftia'n riddle. Sir To. Excellent wench, say I.

Mal.

Mal. M. O. A. I. dosh sway my life

nay,

but first let me see let me fee

Fab. What a dish of poifon has the dress’d him?

Sir To. And with what wing che stallion checks at its

Mal. I may command where I adore. Why, the may command me: I ferve her, fe is my Lady. 4. Why, this is evident to any formal capacity. There is no ob ftruction in this--and the end-what should that alphabetical position portend ? if I could make that relem? ble something in me? softly-M. O. A. I.

Sir To. O, ay! make up that; he is now at a cold scent.

Fab. Sowter will cry upon't for all this, tho it be as rank as a fox.

Mal. M-Malvolio- -M. - why, that begins my name.

Fab. Did not I say, he would work it out? the cur is excellent at faults.

Mal. M. But then there is no confonancy in the se. quel; that suffers under probation: A should follow, but O does.

Fab. And O fhall end, I hope.
Sir To. Ay, or I'll cudgel bim, and make him cry, 0.
Mal. And then I comes behind.

Fab. Ay, an you had any eye behind you, you might see more detraction at your heels, than fortunes

Mal. M. 0. A. I. this fimulation is not as the former--and yet to crush this a little, it would bow to me, for every one of these letters is in my name. Soft, here follows prose -If this fall into thy hand, revolve. In my stars I am above thee, but be not afraid of greatness ; Tome are barn great, some atchieve greatness, and some have greatness ihruft upon them. Thy fates open their hands, let thy blood and spirit embrace them; and to inure thyself to what thou art like to be, cast thy humble fough, and appear fresh. Be opposite with a kinsman, Jurly with servants : let thy tongue tang arguments of ftate ; put thyself into the trick of fingularity. She thus

advises

before you.

advises thee, that lighs for thee. Remember who commended thy yellow Rockings, and wished to see thee ever crofs garter'd. I say, remember ; go to, thou art made, if thou desirest to be fo: if not, let me see thee a steward

still, the fellow of servants, and not worthy to touch For. ture's fingers. Farewel. She, that would alter services with thee. The fortunate and happy day-light and champian discovers no more : this is open. I will be proud, I will read politick authors, I will bafle Sir Zoby, I will waih off gross acquaintance, I will be point devise, the very man. I do not now fool my felf, to let imagination jade me; for every reason excites to this, that my Lady loves me. She did commend my yellow stockings of late, she did praise my leg, being cross-garter'd, and in this the manifefts her self to my love, and with a kind of injunction drives me to these habits of her liking. I thank my stars, I am bappy : I will be strange, stout, in yellow ftockings, and cross-garter'd, even with the swiftness of putting on. Jove, and my ftars he prais'd !--Here is yet a poftfcript. Tbou can't not chufe but know who I am; if thou entertainest my love, let it appear in thy smiling; thy smiles become thee well. Therefore in my prefence Aill smile, dear my sweet, I pr’ythee. -Fove, I thank thee! I will smile, I will do every thing that thou wilt

[Exit. Fab. I will not give my part of this sport for a penfion of thousands to be paid from the Sophy.

Sir To. I could marry this wench for this device. w Sir And. So could I too.

Sir To. And as no other dowry with her, but fuch another jest.

Enter Maria,
Sir And, Nor I neither.
Fab. Here comes my, noble gull-catcher.
Sir To. Wilt thou set thy foot o' my

necki Sir. And. Or o'mine either ?

Sir To. Shall I play my freedom at tray-trip, and become thy bond-llave?

have me.

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