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Enter Malvolio. Mal. My masters, are you mad? or what are you? Have you no wit, manners, nor houesty, but to gabble like tinkers at this time of night? Do ye make an alehouse of my lady's house, that ye squeak out your coziers' catches without any mitigation or remorse of voice? Is there no respect of place, per. sons, nor time, in you?
Sir To. We did keep time, sir, in our catches. Sneck upt!
Mal. Sir Toby, I must be round with you. My lady bade me tell you, that, though she harbours you as her kinsman, she's nothing allied to your disorders. If you can separate yourself and your misdemeanors, you are welcome to the house; if not, an it would please you to take leave of her, she is very willing to bid you farewell,
Sir To. Farewell, dear heart, since I must needs
Mar. Nay, good sir Toby. Clo. His eyes do show his days are almost done. Mal. Is't even so ? Sir To. But I will never die. Clo. Sir Toby, there you lie. "Mal. This is much credit to you. Sir To. Shall I bid him go ?
(Singing. Clo. What an if you do? Sir To. Shall I bid him go, and spare not ? Clo. O no, no, no, no, you dare not.
Sir To. Out o'time? sir, ye lie.- Art any more than a steward? Dost thou think, because thou art virtuous, there shall be no more cakes and ale ?
Clo. Yes, by Saint Anne; and ginger shall be hot i'the mouth too.
Sir To. Thou’rt i'the right. Go, sir, rub your chaint with crums :-a stoop of wine, Maria!
+ Hang yourself. * Stewards anciently wore a chain.
Mal. Mistress Mary, if you prized my lady's fa. vour at any thing niore than contempt, you would not give means for this uncivil rule* ; she shall know of it, by this land.
(Exit. Mar. Go shake your ears.
Sir And. 'Twere as good a deed as to drink when a man's a hungry, to challenge him to the field; and then to break promise with him, and make a fool of hiin.
Sir To. Do't, knight; I'll write thee a challenge; or l'll deliver thy indignation to him by word of mouth.
Mar. Sweet sir Toby, be patient for to-night; since the youth of the count's was to-day with my lady, she is much out of quiet. For monsieur Malvolio, let me alone with him: if I do not gull him into a nay-wordt, and make him a common recrea. tion, do not think I have wit enough to lie straight in my bed : I know I can do it.
Sir To. Possess usi, possess us; tell us something of him.
Mar. Marry, sir, sometimes he is a kind of Puritan.
Sir And. O, if I thought that, I'd beat him like. dog.
Sir To. What, for being a Puritan? thy exquisite reason, dear knight?
Sir And. I have no exquisite reason for't, but I have reason good enough.
Mar. The devil a Puritan that he is, or any thing constantly but a time.pleaser; an affectionedø ass, that cons state without book, and utters it by great swarths||: the best persuaded of hiinself, so crammed, as he thinks, with excellencies, that it is his ground of faith, that all that look on him, love him; and on that vice in him will my revenge find notable cause to work.
* Method of life. + Bye-word. # Inform us. Affected, The row of grass left by a mower. Sir To. What wilt thou do?
Mar. I will drop in his way some obscure epis. tles of love; wherein, by the colour of his beard, the shape of his leg, the manner of his gait, the ex. pressure of his eye, forehead, and complexion, he shall find himself most feelingly personated : I can write very like my lady, your piece; on a forgotten matter we can hardly make distinction of our hands.
Sir To. Excellent! I smell a device.
Sir To. He shall think, by the letters that thou wilt drop, that they come from my niece, and that she is in love with him.
Mar. My purpose is, indeed, a horse of that co. lour.
Sir And. And your horse now would make him an ass.
Mar. Ass, I doubt not.
Mar. Sport royal, I warrant you: I know, my physic will work with him. I will plant you two, and let the fool make a third, where he shall find the letter; observe his construction of it. For this night, to bed, and dream on the event. Farewell.
(Erit. Sir To. Good night, Penthesilea. Sir And. Before me, she's a good wencb. Sir To. She's a beagle, true-bred, and one that adores me; What o' that?
Sir And. I was adored once too.
Sir To. Let's to bed, knight.--Thou hadst need send for more money.
Sir And. If I cannot recover your niece, I am a foul way out.
Sir To. Send for money, knight; if thou hast her not i' the end, call me Cut.
Sir And. If I do not, never trust me, take it how you will
Sir To. Come, come; I'll go burn some sack, 'tis too late to go to bed now: come, knight; come, knight.
A room in the Duke's palace.
Enter Duke, Viola, Curio, and others.
Duke. Give me some music: Now, good morrow,
Cur. He is not here, so please your lordship, that should sing it.
Duke. Who was it?
Cur. Feste, the jester, my lord; a fool, that the lady Olivia's father took much delight in : he is about the house. Duke. Seek him out, and play the tune the while,
[Erit Curio.-Music. Come hither, boy; If ever thou shalt love, In the sweet pangs of it remember me: For, such as I am, all true lovers are ; Uustaid and skittish in all motions else, Save, in the constant image of the creature That is belov'd.-How dost thou like this tune?
Vio. It gives a very echo to the seat Where Love is thron'd.
Duke. Thou dost speak masterly:
My life upon't, young though thou art, thine eye
A little, by your favour.
your complexion. Duke. She is not worth thee then. What years,
i'faith? Vio. About-your years, my lord. Duke. Too old, by heaven; Let still the woman
I think it well, my lord.
Vio. And so they are: alas, that they are so; To die, even when they to perfection grow!
Re-enter Curio, and Clown.
Duke. O fellow, come, the song we had last
• Countenance, | Simple truth.
+ Lace makers.
Times of simplicity.