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Cio. Would you have a love song, or a song of good Şir T. Farewell, dear heart, since I must needs be

gone Sir T. A love-song, a love-song.

Mar. Nay, good sir Toby. Sir A. Ay, ay; I care not for good life.

Clo. His eyes do shew his days are almost done SONG.

Mal. Is't even so ? Clo. O mistress mine, where are you roaming ?

Sir T. But I will never die.
0, stay and hear ; your true love's coming,

Clo. Sir Toby, there you lie.
That can sing both high and low :

Mal. This is much credit to yoth.
Trip no further, pretty sweeting ;

Sir T. Shall I bid him go??

[Singing Journeys end in lovers' meeting,

Clo. What an if you do?
Every wise man's son doth know.

Sir T. Shall I bid him go, and spare not ?

Clo. O no, no, no, no, you dare not.
Sir A. Excellent good, 'i faith!
Sir T. Good, good.

Sir T. Out o'time? sir, ye lie. Art any more than

a steward ? Dost thou think, because thou art virtu. Clo. What is love? 'tis not hereafter ;

ous, there shall be no more cakes and ale? Present mirth hath present laughter ;

Clo. Yes, by Saint Anne; and ginger shall be hot i' What's to come, is still unsure :

the mouth too. In delay there lies no plenty ;

Sir T. Thou'rt i' the right.-Go, sir, rub your

chain Then come kiss me, sweet-and-twenty,

with cruins :-a stoop of wine, Maria ! Zoudh's a stuff will not endure.

Mal, Mistress Mary, if you prized my lady's favour Sir A. A mellifluous voice, as I am true knight.

at any thing more than contempt, you would not give Sir T. A contagious breath.

means for this uncivil rule; she shall know of it, by Sir A. Very sweet and contagious, i' faith.

this hand.

[Exit. Sir T. To hear by the nose, it is dulcet in contagion.

Mar. Go, shake your ears. But shall we make the welkin dance indeed ? Shall we

Sir A. "Twere as good a deed as to drink when a rouse the night-owl in a catch that will draw three

man's a hungry, to challenge him to the field; and souls out of one werver? Shall we do that?

then to break promise with him, and make a fool of Sir A. Ao you love me, let's do't: I am dog at a

him. tatch.

Sir T. Do't, knight; I'll write thee a challenge; or Clo. By'r lady, sir, and some dogs will catch well.

I'll deliver thy indignation to him by word of mouth.. S. A. Most certain : let our catch be, Thou knave.

Mar, Sweet sir Toby, be patient for to-night; since Cis. Hold thy peace, thou knave, knight? I shall be the youth of the count's was to-day with my lady, she constrain'd in't to call thee knave, knight.

is much out of quiet. For monsieur Malvolio, let me Sir A. 'Tis not the first time I have constrain’d one | alone with him: if I do not gull him into a nayword, to tali me knave. Begin, fool; it begins, holdthy peace. | and nake him a common recreation, do not think I Cls. I shall never begin, if I hold my peace.

have wit enough to lie straight in my bed: I know, I Sir A. Godd, i'faith! come, begin.

can do it. (They sing a catch.

Sir T. Possess us, possess us ; tell us something of Enter Maria.

him. Mar. What a catterwauling do you keep here! If

Mar. Marry, sir, sometimes he is a kind of Puritan, my lady have not called up her steward, Malvolio, and

Sir A. O, if I thought that, I'd beat him like a dog. bid him turn you out of doors, never trust me.

Sir T. What, for being a Puritan ? thy exquisite Sir T. My lady's a Cataian, we are politicians; Mal

reason, dear knight? robio's a Peg-a-Ramsey, and Three merry men be we.

Sir A. I have no exquisite reason for't, but I bare Am not I consanguineous ? am I not of her blood ?

reason good enough. Tilly-valley, lady! There dwelt a man in Babylon, le

Mar. The devil a Puritan that he is, or any thing dy, lady!

{Singing. constantly but a time pleaser ; an affectioned ass, that Cb. Beshrew me, the knight's in admirable fooling.

cons state without book, and utters it by great swarths: Sir A Ay, he does well enough, if he be disposed, the best persuaded of himself, so crammed, as he and so do I too; he does it with a better grace, but I

thinks, with excellencies, that it is his ground of faith, to it more natural.

that all, that look on him, love him; and on that vice Sir T. O, the twelfth day of December,- (Singing. || in him will my revenge find notable cause to work, Mar. For the love of God, peace.

Sir T. What wilt thou do?
Enter Malvolio.

Mar. I will drop in his way some obscure epistles of Wal. My roasters, are you mad? or what are you? | love ; wherein, by the colour of his beard, the shape Have you no wit, manners, nor Honesty, but to gabble of his leg, the manner of his gait, the expressure of like tinkers at this time of night? Do ye make an ale- his eye, forehead, and complexion, he shall find himbouse of my lady's house, that ye squeak out your co self most feelingly personated : I can write very like ziers' catches without any mitigation or remorse of my lady, your niece; on a forgotten matter we can Foice? Is there no respect of place, persons, nor time, hardly make distinction of our hands. in you?

Sir T. Excellent ! I smell a device. Sir T. We did keep time, sir, in our catches. Sneck Sir A. I bave't in my nose too. up!

Sir T. He shall think, by the letters that thou wik Mal. Sir Toby, I must be round with you. My lady | drop, that they come from my niece, and that she is hade me tell you, that, though she harbours you as her in love with him. kinsman, she's nothing allied to your disorders. If Mar. My purpose is, indeed, a horse of that colour. you can separate yourself and your misdemeanours, Sir A. And your horse now would make him a1) 255 you are welcome to the house; if rot, an it would Mar. Ass, I doubt not. please you to take leave of ber, she is very willing to Sir A. O, 'twill be admirable. bid you farewell.

Nar. Sport royal, I warrant you: I know, 25 piry.

sie will work with him. I will plant you two, and let

Re-enter Curio and Clown. the fool make a third, where he shall find the letter ; Duke. O fellow, come, the song we had last night! observe his construction of it. For this night, to bed,|-Mark it, Cesario ; it is old, and plain : and dream on the event. Farewell. (Exit. | The spinsters and the knitters in the sun, Sir T. Good night, Penthesilea.

And the free maids that weave their thread with bones, Sir A. Before me, she's a good wench.

Do use to chaunt it; it is silly sooth, Sir T. She's a beagle, true-bred, and one that adores || And dallies with the innocence of love, me; What o'that?

Like the old age. Sir A. I was adored once too.


Are you ready, sir? Sir T. Let's to bed, knight-Thou hadst need Duke. Ay; prythee, sing.

(Music send for more money.

SONG. Sir 4. If I cannot recover your niece, I am a foul way out.

Clo. Come away, come atoay, death, Sir T. Send for money, knight ; if thou hast her

And in sad cypress let me be laid; not i' the end, call me Cut.

Fly away, fly away, breath; "Sir A. If I do not, never trust me, take it how you

I am slain by a fair cruel maid. will.

My shroud of white, stuck all with yew, Sir T. Come, come; I'll go burn some sack, 'tis too

0, prepare it ; late to go to bed now: Come, knight ; come knight.

My part of death no one so true

Did share it.
SCENE IV-A Room in the Duke's Palace. Enter Not a flower, not a flower sweet,
Duke, Viola, Curio, and others.

On my black coffin let there be strown; Duke. Give me some music:-Now, Good-morrow,

Not a friend, not a friend greet friends :

My poor corpse, where my bonics shall be thrown: Now, good Cesario, but that piece of song,

A thousand thousand sighs to save, That old and antique song we heard last night;

Lay me, 0, where Mu thought, it did relieve my passion much;

Sad true lover ne'er find my grave, More than light airs and recollected tering,

To weep there. Of these most brisk and giddy paced-times :

Duke. There's for thy pains. -Come, but one verse.

Clo. No pains, sir; I take pleasure in singing, sir. Cur. He is not here, so please your lordship, that Duke. I'll pay thy pleasure then. should sing it.

Clo. Truly, sir, and pleasure will be paid, one time Duke. Who was it?

or another. (ur. Feste, the jester, my lord; a fool that the lady Duke. Give me now leave to leave thee. Olivia's father took much delight in : he is about the Clo. Now, the melancholy god protect thee; and the house.

tailor make thy doublet of changeable taffata, for thy Duke. Seek him out, and play the tune the while. mind is a very opal !- I would have men of such con

[Exit Curio.-Music.

stancy put to sea, that their business might be every Come hither, boy; If ever thou shalt love,

thing, and their intent every where ; for that's it, that In the sweet pangs of it, remember me:

always makes a good voyage of nothing. Farewell. For, such as I am, all true lovers are ;

[Exit Clown. Unstaid and skittish in all motions else,

Duke. Let all the rest give place. Save, in the constant image of the creature

(Exc. Curio and Attendants. That is belov'd.--How dost thou like this tune?

-Once more, Cesario, Vio. It gives a very echo to the seat

Get thee to yon' same sovereign cruelty : Where Love is throu'd.

Tell her, iny love, more noble than the world,

Thou dost speak masterly: Prizes not quantity of dirty lands;
My life upon't, young though thou art, thine eye The parts that fortune hath bestow'd upon her,
Hath stay'd upon sone favour that it loves;

Tell her, I hold as giddily as fortune;
Hath it not, boy?

But 'tis that miracle, and queen of gems,
A little, by your favour.

That nature pranks her in, attracts my soul.
Duke. What kind of woman is't ?

Vio. But, if she cannot love you, sir?

of your complexion. Duke. I cannot be so answer'd. Duke. She is not worth thee then. What years i' Vio.

'Sooth, but you musti faith?

Say, that some lady, as, perhaps, there is, Vio. About your years, my lord.

Hath for your love as great a pang of heart Duke. Too old, by heaven; Let still the woman take As you have for Olivia : you cannot love her; An elder than herself; so wears she to him,

You tell her so; Must she not then be answer'd ? So sways she level in her husband's heart.

Duke. There is no woman's sides, For, boy, however we do praise ourselves,

Can 'bide the beating of so strung a passion Our fancies are more giddy and unfirn,

As love doth give my heart: no woman's heart
More longing, wavering, sooner lost and worn, So big, to hold so much; they lack retention.
Than women's are.

Alas, their love may be call'd appetite,-
I think it well, my lord.

No motion of the liver, but the palate,–
Duke. Then let thy love be younger than thyself, That suffer surfeit, cloyment, and revolt;
Or thy affection cannot hold the bent:

But mine is all as hungry as the sea, For women are as roses; whose fair flower,

And can digest as much : make no compare Being once display'd, doch fall that very hour. Between that love a woman can bear me,

Vio. And so they are: alas, that they are so ; And that I owe Olivia. To dic, even when they to perfection grow!

Ay, but I know,


Dake. What dost thou know?

Sir A. Fie on him, Jezebel ! vio. Too well what love women to men may owe: Fab. O, peace! now he's deeply in; look, how imIn faith, they are as true of heart as we.

agination blows him. My father had a daughter lov'd a man,

Mal. Having been three months married to her, sitAs it might be, perhaps, were I a woman,

ting in my state, I should your lordship.

Sir T. O, for a stone-bow, to hit him in the eye! Duke.

And what's her history? Mal. Calling my officers about me, in my branched Via. A blank, my lord: She never told her love, velvet gown; having come from a day-bed, where I But let concealment, like a worm i' the bud,

left Olivia sleeping: Fed on her damask cheek: she pin'd in thought; Sir T. Fire and brimstone! And, with a green and yellow melancholy,

Fab. O, peace, peace! She sat like patience on a monument,

Mal. And then to have the humour of state : and
Sailing at grief. Was not this love, indeed ? after a demure travel of regard, -telling them, I know
We men may say more, swear more: but, indeed, my place, as I would they should do theirs,-to ask for
Our shows are more than will; for still we prove my kinsman Toby:
Much in our vows, but little in our love.

Sir T. Bolts and shackles !
Duke. But died thy sister of her love, my boy? Fab. O, peace, peace, peace! now, now.
Vio. I am all the daughters of my father's house,

Mal. Seven of my people, with an obedient start, And all the brothers too ;-and yet I know not :

make out for him: I frown the while; and, perchance, Sir, shall I to this lady?

wind up my watch, or play with some rich jewel. Duke.

Ay, that's the theme. Toby approaches; court'sies there to me: To her in haste; give her this jewel; say,

Sir T. Shall this fellow live? My love can give no place, bide no denay. (Exeunt. Fab. Though our silence be drawn om us with

cars, yet peace. SCENE V.-Olivia's Garden. Enter Sir Toby Belch,

Mal. I extend my hand to him thus, quenching my Sir Andrew Ague-cheek, and Fabian.

familiar smile with an austere regard of control :

Sir T. And does not Toby take you a blow of the Sir T. Come thy ways, signior Fabian.

lips then? Feb. Nay, I'll come; if I lose a scruple of this sport,

Mal. Saying, Cousin Toby, my fortunes having cast let me be boiled to death with melancholy. Sir T. Would'st thou not be glad to have the nig

me on your niece, give me this prerogative of speech :

Sir T. What, what? garlly rascally sheep-biter come by some notable

Mal. You must amend your drunkenness. shane?

Sir T. Out, scab! Fch. I would exult, man: you know, he brought me

Fab. Nay, patience, or we break the sincws of our out of favour with my lady, about a bear-baiting here.

plot. Sir T. To anger him, we'll have the bear again;

Mal. Besides, you waste the treasure of you time and we will fool him black and blue :-Shall we not,

with a foolish knight ; sir Andrew ?

Sir A. That's me, I warrant you.
Sir. A. An we do not, it is pity of our lives.

Mal. One Sir Andrew :
Enter Maria.

Sir A. I knew, 'twas I; for many do call me fool.
Sir T. Here comes the little villain :-How now, my Mal. What employment have we here !
Bettle of India ?

[Taking up the letter. Mar. Get ye all three into the box-tree: Malvolio's Fab. Now is the woodcock near the gin. corning down this walk; he has been yonder i’the sun, Sir T. O, peace! and the spirit of humours intimate practising behaviour to his own shadow, this half hour: reading aloud to him! observe him, for the love of mockery; for, I know, Mal. By my life, this is my lady's hand : these be this letter will make a contemplative idiot of him. her very C's, her U's, and her Ts; and thus makes Close, is the name of jesting! (The men hide them she her great P's. It is, in contempt of question, her teles.) Lie thou there ; [thr aus down a letter.] for

hand. hert comes the trout that must be caught with tickling.

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

[Exit Maria. Mal. [Rends.] To the unknown beloved, this, and Enter Malvolio.

my good wishes : ber very phrases !-By your leave,

wax.-Soft!--and the impressure her Lucrece, with Mal. 'Tis but fortune; all is fortune. Maria once

which she uses to seal : 'tis my lady: To whom should told me, she did affect me: and I have heard herself

this be? come thus dear, that, should she fancy, it should be

Fab. This wins him, liver and all. one of my complexion. Besides, she uses me with a

Mal. (Reads.] Jove knows, I love : more exalted respect, than any one else that follows

But who? her. What should I think on't ?

Lips do not move, Sir T. Here's an over-weening rogue !

No man must know. Fab. 0, peace! Contemplation makes a rare turkey | No man must know.-What follows the numbers al. coek of him ; how he jets under his advanced plumes !

tered !-No man must know :-If this should be thee, Sir A. 'Slight, I could so beat the rogue :

Malvolio? Sir T. Peace, I say.

Sir T. Marty, hang thee, brock ! Mal. To be count Malvolio ;

Mal. I may command, where I adore : Sir T. Ah, rogue !

But silence, like a Lucrece knife, Sir A. Pistol him, pistol him.

With bloodless stroke my heart doth gore ; Sir T. Peate, peace!

M, O, A, I, doth sway my life. Mal. There is example fort; the lady of the stra Fab. A fustian riddle! eby married the yeoman of the wardrobe.

Sir T. Excellent weneh, say I.


Mal. M, O, A, I, doth sway my life. Nay, but Fab. I will not give my part of this sport for a perifirst, let me see,- let me see, -let me see.

sion of thousands to be paid from the Sophy. Fab. What a dish of poison has she dressed him! Sir T. I could marry this wench for this device:

Sir T. And with what wing the stannyel checks at Sir A. So could I too. it!

Sir T. And ask no other dowry with her, but such Mal. I may command where I adore. Why, she another jest. may command me; I serve her, she is my lady. Why,

Enter Maria. this is evident to any formal capacity. There is no Sir A. Nor I neither. obstruction in this ;-And the end, What should Fab. Here comes my noble gull-catcher. that alphabetical position portend? if I could make Sir T. Wilt thou set thy foot o' my neck ? that resemble something in me, -Softly!

-M, 0, Sir A. Or o' mine either? A, 1.

Sir T. Shall I play my freedom at tray-trip, and Sir T. O, ay! make up that :--he is now at a cold become thy bond-slave? seent.

Sir A. l'faith, or I either? Fab. Sowter will cry upon't, for all this, though it Sir T. Why, thou hast put him in such a dream, be as rank as a fox.

that when the image of it leaves him, he must run Mal. M, Malvolio ; -M,-why, that begins my mad.

Mar. Nay, but say true ; does it work upon him? Fab. Did not I say, he would work it out? the cur Sir T. Like aqua-vita with a midwife. is excellent at faults.

Mar. If you will then see the fruits of the sport, Mal. M-But then there is no consonancy in the mark his first approach before my lady: he will come sequel; that suffers under probation: A should fol to her in yellow stockings, and 'tis a colour she abhors; low, but I does.

and cross-gartered, a fashion she detests; and he will Fab. And I shall end, I hope.

smile upon her, which will now be so unsuitable to her Sir T. Ay, or I'll cudgel him, and make him cry O. disposition, being addicted to a melancholy as she is, Mal. And then I comes behind.

that it cannot but turn him into a notable contempt: Fab. Ay, and you had any eye behind you, you if you will see it, follow me. might see more detraction at your heels, than fortunes Sir T. To the gates of Tartar, thou most excellent before you.

devil of wit ! Mal. M, 0, A, 1;-this simulation is not as the for Sir A. I'll make one too.

(E.xrunt. mer :-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 proseIf this fall into thy hand,

ACT III. revolve. In my stars I am above thee; but be not afraid of greatness : Some are born great, some - SCENE I.-Olivia's Garden. Enter Viola, and Clown chieve greatness, and some have greatness thrust upo

with a tabor. on them. Thy fates open their hands ; let thy blood

Viola. and spirit embrace them. And, to inure thyself to

SAVE thee, friend, and thy music: Dost thou live what thou art like to be, cast thy humble slough, and

by thy tabor? appear fresh. Be opposite with a kinsman, surly

Clo. No, sir, I live by the church. with servants : let thy tongue tang arguments of

Vio. Art thou a churchman? state ; put thyself into the trick of singularity: She

Clo. No such matter, sir; I do live by the church : thus advises thee, that sighs for thee. Remember who

for I do live at my house, and my house doth stand by commended thy yellow stockings; and wished to see

the church. thee ever cross-gartered: I say, remember. Go to;

Vio. So thou may'st say, the king lies by a beggar, thou art made, if thou desirest to be 80; if not, let mie see thee a steward still, the fellow of servants, I thy tabor, if thy tabor stand by the church.

if a beggar dwell near him: or, the church stands by and not worthy to touch fortune's fingers. Farewell.

Clo. You have said, sir.—To see this age!-A senShe that would alter services with thee,

The fortunate-unhappy.

tence is but a cheveril glove to a good wit; How

quickly the wrong side may be turned outward! Day-light and champian discovers not more: this is Vio. Nay, that's certain ; they that dally nicely with open. I will be proud, I will read politic authors, I || words, may quickly make them wanton. will baffle Sir Toby, I will wash off gross acquain Clo. I would therefore, my sister had had no mane, tance, I will be point-device, the very man. I do not sir. now fool myself, to let imagination jade me; for ev Vio. Why, man? ery reason excites to this, that my lady loves me. She Clo. Why, sir, her name's a word; and to dally with did commend my yellow stockings of late, she did that word, might make my sister wanton: But, indeed, praise my leg being cross-gartered; and in this she words are very rascals, since bonds disgraced them. manifests herself to my love, and, with a kind of ior Vio. Thy reason, man? junction, drives me tu these habits of her liking. I Clo, Troth, sir, 1 cán yiell you none without words; thank my stars, I am happy. I will be strange, stout, and words are grown so fake, I am loath to prove na In yellow stockings, and cross-gartered, even with the son with them. swiftness of putting on. Jove, and my stars be prais. Vio. I warrant, thou art a merry fellow, and carest ed !-Here is yet a postscript. Thou canst not choose | for nothing. but know who I am. If thou entertainest my love, let Clo. Not so, sir, I do care for something: but in my it appear in thy smiling; thy smiles become thee well: conscience, sir, I do not care for you ; if that be to care therefore in my presence still smile, dear my sweet, I for nothing, sir, I would it would make you invisible prythee.-Jove, I thank thee. I will smile; I will do Vio. Art not thou the lady Olivia's fool ? every thing that thou wilt have mo.

[Exit. Clo. No, indeed, sir; the lady Olivia has no folly :

she will keep no fool, sir, till she be married; and fools Since lowly feigning was call'd compliment: are as like busbands, as pilchards are to herrings, the You are servant to the count Orsino, youth. husband's the bigger; I am, indeed, not her fool, but Vio. And he is yours, and his must needs be yours ; her corrupter of words.

Your servant's servant is your servant, madam. Pio. I saw thee late at the count Orsino's.

Oli. For him, I think not on him: for his thoughts, Clo. Foolery, sir, does walk about the orb, like the 'Would they were blanks, rather than fill'd with me! sun; it shines every where. I would be sorry, sir, but Vio. Madam, I come to whet your gentie thoughts the fool should be as oft with your master, as with my

On his behalf :

Oli. mistress : I think, I saw your wislom there.

o, by your leave, I pray you ; Vie. Nay, an thou pass upon me, I'll no more with I bade you never speak again of him : thee. Hold, there's expenses for thee.

But, would you undertake another suit, Clo. Now Jove, in his next commodity of hair, send I had rather hear you to solicit that, thee a beard !

Than music from the spheres. Fio. By my troth, r'll tell thee; I am almost sick Vio

Dear lady, far obe ; though I would not have it grow on my chin. Oli. Give me leave, I beseech you : I did send, Is thy lady within ?

After the last enchantment you did here,
Cle. Would not a pair of these have bred, sir? A ring in chase of you ; so did I abuse
Vie. Yes, being kept together, and put to use. Myself, my servant, and, I fear me, you :
Clg. I would play lord Pandarus of Phrygia, sir, to Under your hard construction must I sit,
bring a Cressida to this Troilus.

To force that on you, in a shameful cunning, Pro I understand you, sir ; 'tis well begg'd. Which you knew none of yours: What might you Cle. The matter, I hope, is not great, sir, begging think? but a beggar; Cressida was a beggar. My lady is Have you not set mine honour at the stake, within, sir. I will construe to them whence you come;

And baited it with all the unmuzzled thoughts who you are, and what you would, are out of my wel That tyrannous heart can think? To one of your re kin: I might say, element; but the word is over-woin. ceiving

[Exit. | Enough is shown; a cyprus, not a bosom, Fis. This fellow's wise enough to play the fool; Hides iny poor heart: So let me hear you speak. And, to do that well, craves a kind of wit :

Vio. I pity you.

Oli. He must observe their mood on whom he jests,

That's a degree to love. The quality of persons, and the time;

Vio. No, not a grise ; for 'tis a vulgar proof, And, like the haggard, check at every feather That very oft we pity enemies. Tizat comes before his eye. This is a practice, Oli. Why, then, methinks, 'tis time to smile again : As fall of labour as a wise man's art:

O world, how apt the poor are to be proud! For folly, that he wisely shows, is fit;

If one should be a prey, how much the better Bat wise men, folly-fallen, quite taint their wit. To fall before the lion, than the wolf? [Clock strikes,

The clock upbraids me with the waste of time.Eater Sir Toby Belch and Sir Andrew Ague-cheek.

Be not afraid, good youth, I will not have you : Sir T. Save you, gentleman

And yet, when wit and youth is come to harvest, Vis. And you, sir.

Your wife is like to reap a proper man: Sir A. Dieu vous garde, monsieur.

There lies your way, due west. Vio. Et vous aussi ; votre serviteur.


Then westward-loe : Sir A. I hope, sir, you are ; and I am yours.

Grace and good disposition 'tend your ladyship! Sir T. Will you encounter the house ? my niece is You'll nothing, madam, to my lord by me? desirous you should enter, if your trade be to her. Oli. Stay:

vie. I am bound to your niece, sir: I mean, she is I prythee, tell me, what thou think'st of me. the list of my voyage.

Vio. That you do think, you are not what you are, Sir T. Taste your legs, sir, put them to motion. Oli. If I think so, I think the same of you.

Fio. My legs do better understand me, sir, than I un Vio. Then think you right; I am not what I am. derstand what you mean by bidding me taste my legs. Oli. I would, you were as I would have you be! Sir T. I mean, to go, sir, to enter.

Vio. Would it be better, madam, than I am,
Fis. I will answer you with gait and entrance: But I wish it might ; for now I am your fool.
Fe are prevented.

Oli. O, what a deal of scorn looks beautiful
Enter Olivia and Maria.

In the contempt and anger of his lip!

A murd'rous guilt shows not itself more soon -Host excellent accomplished lady, the heavens rain Than love that would seem hid; love's night is noon. dosin on you!

Cesario, by the roses of the spring,
Sir A. That youth's a rare courtier! Rain odours ! By maidhood, honour, truth, and every thing,

I love thee so, that, maugre all thy pride, Vis. My matter hath no voice, lady, but to your own Nor wit, nor reason, can my passion hide. rast pregnant and vouchsafed ear.

Do not extort thy reasons from this clanse,
Sir A. Odours, pregnant, and vouchsafed :-I'll get | For, that I woo, thou therefore hast no cause :

But, rather, reason thus with reason fetter :
Oli. Let the garden door be shut, and leave me to Love sought is good, but given unsought, is better.
a hearing. [E.xe. Sir Toby, Sir And. and Maria.] Vio. By innocence I swear, and by my youth,
-Give me your hand, sir.

I have one heart, one bosom, and one truth, Fie. My duty, madam, and most humble service. And that no woman has; nor never none oli. What is your name?

Shall mistress be of it, save I alone. vis. Cenario is your servant's name, fair princess. And so adieu, good madam; never more Oii. My servant, sir! 'Twas never merry world, Will I my master's tears to you deplore

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