Oli. What is your name?

Vio. Cesario is your servant's name, fair princess.
Oli. My servant, sir? 'T was never merry
world,

Since lowly feigning was called compliment.
You're servant to the Count Orsino, youth.
Vio. And he is yours, and his must needs be
yours:

Your servant's servant is your servant, madam.
Oli. For him, I think not on him for his
thoughts,

Would they were blanks, rather than filled with me!

Vio. Madam, I come to whet your gentle

thoughts

On his behalf :

Oli.

O, by your leave, I pray you,— I bade you never speak again of him : But, would you undertake another suit, I had rather hear you to solicit that Than music from the spheres.

Vio.

Dear lady,

Oli. Give me leave, beseech you. I did send
After the last enchantment you did here,
A ring in chase of you: so did I abuse
Myself, my servant, and, I fear me, you

Under your hard construction must I sit,

To force that on you, in a shameful cunning, Which you knew none of yours: what might you

think?

Have you not set mine honour at the stake,
And baited it with all the unmuzzled thoughts
That tyrannous heart can think? To one of your
receiving

Enough is shown; a cyprus, not a bosom,
Hides my heart. So, let me hear you speak.

Vio. I pity you.

Oli.

That's a degree to love.

Vio. No, not a grise; for 't is a vulgar proof, That very oft we pity enemies.

Oli. Why then, methinks, 't is time to smile

again.

O world, how apt the poor are to be proud!
If one should be a prey, how much the better
To fall before the lion than the wolf! [Clock strikes.
The clock upbraids me with the waste of time.-
Be not afraid, good youth, I will not have you;
And yet, when wit and youth is come to harvest,
Your wife is like to reap a proper man:

There lies your way, due west.

Vio.

Then westward-ho !-

Grace, and good disposition tend your ladyship!

You'll nothing, madam, to my lord by me?
Oli. Stay :

I prithee, tell me what thou think'st of me

Vio. That you do think you are not what you

are.

Oli. If I think so, I think the same of you.

Vio. Then think you right: I am not what I

am.

Oli. I would you were as I would have you be! Vio. Would it be better, madam, than I am,

I wish it might; for now I am your fool.

Oli. O, what a deal of scorn looks beautiful

In the contempt and anger of his lip!

A murderous guilt shows not itself more soon
Than love that would seem hid: love's night is

noon.

Cesario, by the roses of the spring,

By maidhood, honour, truth, and everything,
I love thee so, that, maugre all thy pride,
Nor wit nor reason can my passion hide.
Do not extort thy reasons from this clause,
For that I woo, thou therefore hast no cause;
But rather, reason thus with reason fetter,-
Love sought is good, but given unsought is better.
Vio. By innocence I swear, and by my youth,,
I have one heart, one bosom, and one truth,--

And that no woman has; nor never none
Shall mistress be of it, save I alone.
And so adieu, good madam: never more
Will I my master's tears to you deplore.

Oli. Yet come again; for thou perhaps may'st

move

That heart which now abhors, to like his love.

[Exeunt.

SCENE II.-A Room in OLIVIA'S House.

Enter Sir TOBY BELCH, Sir ANDREW AGUE-CHEEK, and FABIAN.

Sir And. No, faith, I'll not stay a jot longer. Sir To. Thy reason, dear venom ; give thy reason. Fab. You must needs yield your reason, Sir Andrew.

Sir And. Marry, I saw your niece do more favours to the count's serving-man than ever she bestowed upon me; I saw 't i' the orchard.

Sir To. Did she see thee the while, old boy? tell me that.

Sir And. As plain as I see you now.

Fab. This was a great argument of love in her toward you.

Sir And. 'Slight! will you make an ass o' me? Fab. I will prove it legitimate, sir, upon the oaths of judgment and reason.

Sir To. And they have been grand-jurymen since before Noah was a sailor.

Fab. She did show 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 should then have accosted her, and with some excellent jests, fire-new from the mint, you should have banged the youth into dumbness. This was looked for at your hand, and this was balked: the double gilt of this opportunity you let time wash off, and you are now sailed into the north of my lady's opinion; where you will hang like an icicle on a Dutchman's beard, unless you do redeem it by some laudable attempt either of valour or policy.

Sir And. An'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 fortunes upon the basis of valour. Challenge me the count's youth to fight with him; hurt him in eleven places: my niece shall take note of it; and assure thyself, there is no love-broker in the world can more

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