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Sir To. O, peace! and the spirit of bumours intimate reading aloud to him!

Mal. By my life, that is my lady's hand : these be her very C's, her U's, and her T's; and thus makes she her great P's. It is, in contempt of ques. tion, her hand.

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

Mal. [reads) To the unknown beloved, this, and my good wishes : her very phrases ! By your leave, wax.-Soft!-and the impressure her Lucrece, with which she uses to seal: 'tis my lady: To whom should this be?

Fab. This wins him, liver and all.
Mal. [reads] Jove knows, I love:

But who?
Lips do not move,

No man must know. No man must know.What follows the numbers altered !-No man must know :If this should be thee, Malvolio?

Sir To. Marry, hang thee, brock*!
Mal. I may command, where I adore:

But silence, like a Lucrece knife,
With bloodless stroke my heart doth gore;

M, O, A, I, doth sway my life.
Fab. A fustian riddle!
Sir To. Excellent wench, say I.

Mal. M, O, A, I, doth sway my life.--Nay, but first, let me see,-let me see, let me see.

Fab. What a dish of poison has she dressed him!

Sir To. And with what wing the stannyelt checksi at it!

Mal. I may command where I adore. Why, she may command me; I serve her, she is my lady. Why, this is evident to any formal capacity. There is no obstruction in this ;~And the end, -What should that alphabetical position portend? if I could • Badger.

+ Hawk. | Flys at it.

make that resemble something in me,--Softly! M, 0, A, I.

Sir To. 0, ay! make up that he is now at a cold scent.

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

Mal. M, Malvolio ;-M,—why, that begins my


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

Mal. M,- But then there is no consopaucy in the sequel; that suffers under probation: A should fol. low, but I does.

Fab. And O shall end, I hope.
Sir To. Ay, or I'll cudgel him, and make him

cry, o.

Mal. And then I comes behind;

Fab. Ay, an you had an eye behind you, you might see more detraction at your heels, than for. tunes before you.

Mal, M, 0, A, I;- This simulation is not as the former:-and yet, to crush this a little, it would bow to me, for every one of these letters are 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 : Some are born great, some achieve greatness, and some have great. ness thrust upon them. Thy fates open their hands ; let thy blood and spirit embrace them. And, to inure thyself to whut thou art like to be, cast thy humble slought, and appear fresh. Be opposite with a kinsman, surly with servants : let thy tongue tang arguments of state; put thyself into the trick of singularity: She thus advises thee, that sighs for thee. Remember who com. mended thy yellow stockings; and wished to see thee ever cross-gartered: I say remember. Go to;

• Name of a hound.

+ Skin of a snake,

thou art made if thou desirest to be 80; if not, let me see thee a steward still, the fellow of servants, and not worthy to touch fortune's fingers. Farewell. She that would alter services with thee,

The fortunate-unhappy; Day-light and champian* discovers not more : this is

open. I will be proud, I will read politic authors, I will baffle Sir Toby, I will wash off gross acquaintance, I will be point-de-vicet, the very man. I do not now fool myself, to let imagination jade me; for every reasou excites to this, that my lady loves me. She did commend my yellow stockings of late, she did praise my leg being cross-gartered; and in this she manifests herself to my love, and, with a kind of injunction, drives me to these habits of her liking. I thank my stars, I am happy. I will be strange, stout, in yellow stockings, and cross-garter. ed, even with the swiftness of putting on. Jove, and my stars he praised !-Here is yet a postscript. Thou canst not choose but know who I am. If thou entertainest my love, let it appear in thy smiling; thy smiles become thee well: therefore in my presence still smile, dear my sweet, I pr'ythee. Jove, I thank thee.--I will smile; I will do every thing that thou wilt have me.

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

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

Sir To. And ask no other dowry with her, bút such 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 neck ?

• Open country.

+ Utmost exactness,

Sir And. Or o' mine either?

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

Sir And. l'faith, or I either.

Sir To. Why, thou hast put him in such a dream, that, when the image of it leaves him, he must run mad.

Mar. Nay, but say true; does it work upon him? Sir To. Like aqua-vitæ with a midwife.

Mar. If you will then see the fruits of the sport, mark his first approach before my lady: he will come to her in yellow stockings, and 'tis a colour she abhors; and cross-gartered, a fashion she detests; and he will smile upon her, which will now be so unsuit. able to her disposition, being addicted to a melan. choly as she is, that it cannot but turn him into a notable contempt: if you will see it, follow me.

Sir To. To the gates of Tartar, thou most excel. lent devil of wit ! Sir And. I'll make one too.



SCENE I. Olivia's Garden.

Enter Viola, and Clown with a tabor.

Vio. Save thee, friend, and thy music: Dost thou live by thy tabor ?

Clo. No, sir, I live by the church, Vio. Art thou a churchman? Clo. No such matter, sir; I do live by the church : for I do live at my house, and my house doth stand by the church.

Vio. So thou may'st say, the king liest by a beg. gar, if a beggar dwell near him: or, the church

• A boy's diversion three and tip.

# Dwells. stands by thy tabor, if thy tabor stands by the churclı.

Clo. You have said, sir.-To see this age!-A sentence is but a cheveril* glove to a good wit; How quickly the wrong side may be turned outward!

Vio. Nay, that's certain; they, that dally nicely with words, may quickly make them wanton.

Clo. I would therefore, my sister had had no

name, sir.

Vio. Wby, man?

Clo. Why, sir, her name's a word; and to dally with that word, might make my sister wanton: But, indeed, words are very rascals, since bonds disgraced them.

Vio. Thy reason, man?

Clo. Troth, sir, I can yield you none without words; and words are grown so false, I am loath to prove reason with them.

Vio. I warrant, thou art a merry fellow, and carest for nothing.

Clo. Not so, sir, I do care for something : but in my conscience, sir, I do not care for


if that be to care for nothing, sir, I would it would make you invisible.

Vio, Art not thou the lady Olivia's fool?

Clo. No, indeed, sir; the lady Olivia has no folly: she will keep no fool, sir, till she be married; and fools are as like husbands, as pilchards are to herrings, the husband's the bigger; I am, indeed, not her fool, but her corrupter of words.

Vio. I saw thee late at the count Orsino's.

Clo, Foolery, sir, does walk about the orb, like the sun ; it shines every where. I would be sorry, sir, but the fool should be as oft with your master, as with my mistress: I think, I saw your wisdom there.

# Kid.

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