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ward you.

Oli. Yet come again: for thou, perhaps, may'st move

Enter Maria. That heart, which now abhors, to like his love. [Exe. Sir T. Look, where the youngest wren of nine SCENE II.-A room in Olivia's House. Enter Sir

Mar. If


desire the spleen, and will laugh your Toby Belch, Sir Andrew Ague-cheek, and Fabian.

selves into stitches, follow me: yon' gull Malvolio is Sir A. No, faith, I'll not stay a jot longer.

turned heathen, a very renegado; for there is no chris Sir T. Thy reason, dear venom, give thy reason. tian, that means to be saved by believing rightly, can Fab. You must needs yield your reason, sir Andrew. ever believe such impossible passages of grossness.

Sir A. Mary, I saw your niece do more favours to He's in yellow stockings. the count's serving-man, than ever she bestowed upon Sir T. And cross-gartered ? me; I saw't i' the orchard.

Mar. Most villanously ; like a pedant that keeps a Sir T. Did she see thee the while, old boy ? tell me | school i' the church. I have dogged him, like his mur that.

derer: He does obey every point of the letter that I Sir A. As plain as I see you now.

dropped to betray him. He does smile his face into Fab. This was a great argument of love in her to more lines, than are in the new map, with the aug

mentation of the Indies: you have not seen such a Sir A. 'Sligbt! will you make an ass o' me? thing as 'tis ; I can hardly forbear hurling things at

Fab. I will prove it legitimate, sir, upon the oaths of him. I know, my lady will strike him ; if she do, he'll judgement and reason.

smile, and take't for a great favour. Sir T. And they have been grand jury-men, since Sir T. Come, bring us, bring us where he is. [E.10. before Noab was a sailor. Fah. She did show favour to the youth in your sight, || SCENE III.-A Street. Enter Antonio and Sebas

tian. only to exasperate you, to awake your dormouse valour, to put fire in your heart, and brimstone in your Seb. I would not, by my will, have troubled you; liver: You should then have accosted her; and with But, since you make your pleasure of your pains, some excellent jests, fire-new from the mint, you should I will no further chide you. have banged the youth into dumbness. This was look Ant. I could not stay behind you ; my desire, ed for at your hand, and this was baulked: the double More sharp than filed steel, did spur me forth; gilt of this opportunity you let time wash off, and you And not all love to see you. (though so much, are now sailed into the north of my lady's opinion; || As might have drawn one to a longer voyage.) where you will hang like an icicle on a Dutchman's But jealousy what might befal your travel, beard, unless you do redeem it by some laudable at-|| Being skilless in these parts ; which to a stranger, temps, either of valour, or policy.

Unguider, and unfriended, often prove Sir A. And't be any way, it must be with valour; Rough and unhospitable : My willing love, for policy I hate : I had as lief be a Brownist, as a The rather by these arguments of fear, politician.

Set forth in your pursuit. Sir T. Why then, build me thy fortunes upon the Seb,

My kind Antonio, basis of valour. Challenge me the count's youth to I can no other answer make, but, thanks, fight with him; hurt him in eleven places; my niece And thanks, and ever thanks: Often good turns shall take note of it: and assure thyself, there is no Are shuffled off with such uncurrent pay: love-broker in the world can more prevail in man's But, were my worth, as is my conscience, firm, commendation with woman, than report of valour. You should find better dealing. What's to do? Fab. There is no way but this, sir Andrew.

Shall we go see the reliques of this town? Sir A. Will either of you bear me a challenge to Ant. Tomorrow, sir; best, first, go see your lodging. him?

Scb. I am not weary, and 'tis long to night; Sir T. Go, write it in a martial hand; be curst and I pray you, let us satisfy our eyes brief; it is no matter how witty, so it be eloquent, and With the memorials, and the things of fame, full of invention: taunt him with the license of ink: That do renown this city. if thou thou'st him some thrice, it shall not be amiss ; Ant.

'Would, you'd pardon me; and as maoy lies as will lie in thy sheet of paper, I do not without danger wal these streets : though the sheet were big enough for the bed of Ware Once, in a sea-fight, 'gainst the count his gallies, in England, set 'em down ; go, about it. Let there be I did some service; of such note, indeed, gall enough in thy ink; though thou write with a That, were I ta'en here, it would scarce be answer'd. goose-pen, no matter: About it.

Seb. Belike, you slew great number of his people. Sir A. Where shall I find you?

Ant. The offence is not of such a bloody nature ; Sir T. We'll call thee at the cubiculo : Go. Albeit the quality of the time, and quarrel,

[Exit Sir Andrew. Might well have given us bloody argument. Fab. This is a dear manikin to you, sir Toby. It might have since been answer'd in repaying

Sir T. I have been dear to him, lad ; some two thou What we took from them; which, for traffie's sake, sand strong, or so.

Most of our city did: only myself stood out: Fab. We shall have a rare letter from him: but for which, if I be lapsed in this place, you'll not deliver it.

I shall pay dear. Sir T. Never trust me then; and by all means stir Seb.

Do not then walk too open. on the youth to an answer. I think, oxen and wain Ant. It doth not fit me. Hoki, sir, here's my purse; ropes cannot hale them together. For Andrew, if he In the south suburbs, at the Elephant, were opened, and you find so much blood in his liver Is best to lodge: I will bespeak our diet, as will clog the foot of a flea, l'll eat the rest of the Whiles you beguile the time, and feed your knowledge, anatomy.

With viewing of the town; there shall you have me. Fab. And his opposite, the youth, bears in his visage Scb. Why I your purse? no great presage of cruelty.

Ant. Haply, your eye shall light upon some toy

You have desire to purchase ; and your store,

sino's is returned; I could hardly entreat bim back; I think, is not for idle markets, sir.

he attends your ladyship's pleasure. Seb. I'll be your purse-bearer, and leave you for Oli. I'll come to him.-[Exit Serv.] Good Maria, An hour.

let this fellow be looked to. Where's my cousin ToAnt. To the Elephant

by? Let some of my people have a special care of Seb.

I do remember. him; I would not have him miscarry for the half of [E.xcunt. l my dowry.

[Ereunt Oli. and Maria. SCENE IV.-Olivia's Garden. Enter Olivia and Ma

Mal. Oh, ho! do you come near me now? no worse ria.

man than Sir Toby to look to me? This concurs diOli. I have sent after him: He says, he'll come ;

rectly with the letter: she sends him on purpose, that How shall I feast him? what bestow on him?

I may appear stubborn to him; for she incites me to For youth is bought more oft, than begg'd, or borrow'd.

that in the letter. Cast thy humble slough, says she ; I speak too loud.

-he opposite with a kinsman, surly with servants,Where is Malvolio?-he is sad, and civil,

let thy tonguc tang with arguments of state,--put they And suits well for a servant with my fortunes;

self into the trick of singularity ;-and, consequently, Where is Malvolio ?

sets down the manner how; as, a sad face, a reverend Mar. He's coming, madam;

carriage, a slow tongue, in the habit of some sir of But in strange manner. He is sure possessid.

note, and so forth. I bave limed ber; but it is Jove's Oli. Why, what's the matter? does he rave?

doing, and Jove make me thankful! And, when she Mar.

No, madam, I went away now, Let this fellow be looked to :-Fellow! He does nothing but smile : your ladyship

not Malvolio, nor after my degree, but fellow. Why, Were best have guard about you, if he come;

every thing adheres together; that no dram of a scruF®, sure, the man is tainted in his wits.

ple, no scruple of a scruple, no obstacle, no incredu. Oli, Go call him hither.-I'm as mad as he,

lous or unsafe circumstance,-What can be said ? If sad and merry madness equal be.

Nothing, that can be, can come between me and the

full prospect of my hopes. Well, Jove, not I, is the Enter Malvolio.

doer of this, and he is to be thanked. How now, Malvolio? Mel. Sweet lady, ho, ho! [Smiles fatastically. Re-enter Maria, with Sir Toby Belch, and Fabian. OG. Smil'st thou?

Sir T. Which way is he, in the name of sanetity? I sent for thee upon a sad occasion.

If all the devils in hell be drawn in little, and Legion Mal Sad, lady? I could be sad: This does make

himself possessed him, yet I'll speak to him. some obstruction in the blood, this cross-gartering;

Fab. Here he is, here he is :-How is't with you, sir ? But what of that, if it please the eye of one, it is with

how is't with you, man? me as the very true sonnet is: Please one, and please

Mal. Go off'; I discard you ; let me enjoy my pri

vate; go off. Oli. Why, how dost thou, man? what is the matter

Mar. Lo, how hollow the fiend speaks within him ! with thee?

did not I tell you ?-Sir Toby, my lady prays you to Mal. Not black in my mind, though yellow in my

have a care of him. legs: It did come to his hands, and commands shall

Mal. Ah, ha! does she so? be esecuted. I think, we do know the sweet Roman

Sir T. Go to, go to; peace, peace, we must deal band.

gently with him ; let me alone. How do you, MalvoOli. Wilt thou go to bed, Malvolio?

lio? how is't with you? What, man! defy the devil: Ncl. To bed? ay, sweet-beart; and I'll come to thee.

consider he's an enemy to mankind. Oli. God comfort thee! Why dost thou smile so,

Mal. Do you know what you say ? and kiss thy hand so oft?

Mar. La you, and you speak ill of the devil, how he Mar. How do you, Malvolio?

takes it at heart! Pray God, he be not bewitched ! Mal. At your request? Yes; nightingales answer

Fab. Carry his water to the wise woman.

Mar. Marry, and it shall be done tomorrow mornMar. Why appear you with this ridiculous boldDess before my lady?

ing, if I live. My lady would not lose him for more

than I'll say. Mel. Be not afraid of greatness :-'Twas well writ.

Mal. How now, mistress?
Oli. What meanest thou by that, Malvolio?

Mar. O lord !
Mel. Some are born great,-
Ofi. Ha?

Sir T. Prythee, hold thy peace; this is not the

way: Do you not see, you move him? let me alone Md. Some achieve greatness,

with him. Oli, What say'st thou ?

Fab. No way but gentleness ; gently, gently: the plal. And some have greatness thrust upon them.

fiend is rough, and will not be roughly used. Oli. Heaven restore thee!

Sir T. Wby, how now, my bawcock ? how dost thou, Mal. Remember, who commended thy yellow stock

chuck ? inge;

Mal. Sir?
Oli. Thy yellow stockings ?
Mal. And wished to see thee cross-gartered.

Sir T. Ay, Biddy, come with me. What, man! 'tis Oli. Cross-gartered?

not for gravity to play at cherry-pit with Satan : Hang

him, foul collier! Mel. Gote: thou art made, if thou desirest to be so;Oli. Am I made?

Mar. Get him to say his prayers ; good sir Toby,

get him to pray. Mal. If net, let me see thee a servant still.

Mal. My prayers, minx ? Oli. Why, this is very midsummer madness.

Mar. No, I warrant you, he will not hear of godli. Enter Servant. Ser. Madam, the young gentleman of the count Or Mal. Go, hang yourselves all! you are idle shallow

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things: I am not of your element; you shall know receive it,) into a most hideous opinion of his nage, more hereafter.

(E.xit. skill, fury, and impetuosity. This will so fright them Sir T. Is't possible?

both, that they will kill one another by the look, like Fab. If this were play'd upon a stage now, I could cockatrices. condemn it as an improbable fiction.

Enter Olivia and Viola. Sir T. His very genius bath taken the infection of Fab. Here he comes with your niece: give them the device, man.

way, till he take leave, and presently after him. Mar. Nay, pursue him now; lest the device take Sir T. I will melitate the while upon some horrid air, and taint.

message for a challenge. Fab. Why, we shall make him mad, indeed.

[Excunt Sir Toby, Fabian, and Maria. Mar. The house will be the quieter.

Oli. I have said too much unto a beart of stone, Sir T. Come, we'll have him in a dark room, and And laid mine honour too upchary out: bound. My niece is already in the belief that he is There's something in me, that reproves my fault; mad; we may carry it thus, for our pleasure, and his But such a headstrong potent fault it is, penance, till our very pastime, tired out of breath, That it but mocks reproof. prompt us to bare mercy on him: at which time, we Vio. With the same 'baviour that your passion bears, will bring the device to the bar, and crown thee for a Go on my master's griefs. finder of inad-men. But see, but see.

Oli. Here, wear this jewel for me, 'tis my picture; Enter Sir Andrew Ague-check.

Refuse it not, it hath no tongue to vex you: Fab. More matter for a May morning.

And, I beseech you, come again to-morrow. Sir A. Here's the challenge, read it; I warrant,

What shall you ask of me, that I'll deny; there's vinegar and pepper in't.

That honour, savd, may upon asking give? Fab. Is't so saucy ?

Vio. Nothing but this your true love for my master, Sir A. Ay, is it, I warrant him: do but read.

Oli. How with mine honour may I give him that Sir T. Give me. (Reads.] routh, whatsoever thou

Which I have given to you?

Vio. art, thou art but a scurvy fellow.

I will acquit you. Fab. Good, and valiant.

Oli. Well, come again tomorrow ; Fare thee well. Sir T. Wonder not, nor admire not in thy mind,

A fiend, like thee, might bear my soul to hell. [E.xit. why I do call the so, for I will show thee no reason Re-enter Sir Toby Belch, and Fabian. for't.

Sir T. Gentleman, God save thee. Fab. A good note: that keeps you from the blow of Vio. And you, sir. the law.

Sir T. That defence thou hast, betake thee toʻt: of Sir T. Thou comest to the lady Olivia, and in my what nature the wrongs are thou hast done bim, I know sight she rises thee kindly : but thou lieat in thy throat, not; but thy intercepter, full of despite, bloody as the that is not the matter I challenge thee for.

hunter, attends thee at the orchard end: dismount thy Fab. Very brief, and exceeding good sense-less.

tuck, be yare in thy prepuration, for thy assailant is Sir T. I will way-lay thee going home; where if it quick, skilful, and deadly. de thy chance to kill me,

Vio. You mistake, sir ; I am sure no man hath any Fab. Good.

quarrel to me; my remembrance is very free and clear Sir T. Thou killest me like a rogue and a rillain. from any image of offence done to any man.

Fab. Still you keep o' the windy side of the law : Sir T. You'll find it otherwise, I assure you : there Good.

fore, if you hold your life at any price, betake you to Sir T. Fare thee well; and God have mercy upon your guard; for your opposite bath in him what youth, one of our souls ! He may have mercy upon mine ; but strength, skill, and wrath, can furnish man withal. my hope is better, and so look to thyself. Thy friend, Vio. I pray you, sir, what is he! as thou usest him, and thy sworn enemy.

Sir T'. He is knight, dubbed with unhacked rapier,

Andrew Ague-check. and on carpet consideration ; but he is a devil in priSir T. If this letter move him not, his legs cannot: vate brawl: souls and bodies hath lie divorced three ; I'll give't him.

and his incensement at this moment is so implacable, Mar. You may have very fit occasion for't; he is that satis action can be none but by pangs of death and now in some commerce with my lady, and will by and sepulchre : hob, nob, is his word; give't, or take't. by depart.

Vio. I will return again into the house, and desire Sir T. Go, sir Andrew; scout me for him at the some conduct of the lady. I am no fighter. I have corner of the orchard, like a bum-bailiff: so soon as heard of some kind of men, that put quarrels purpose ever thou scest him, draw; and, as thou drawest, swear Iy on others, to taste their valour: belike, this is a man horrible: for it comes to pass oft, that a terrible oath, of that quirk. with a swaggering accent sharply twanged off, gives Sir T. Sir, no; his indignation derives itself out of a manlood more approbation than ever proof itself very competent injury; therefore, get you on, and give would have earned him. Away.

him his desire. Back you shall not to the house, un Sir A. Nay, let me alone, for swearing. [Exit.

less you undertake that with me, which with as much Sir T. Now will I not deliver his letter: for the be safety you might answer him: therefore, on, or serip haviour of the young gentleman gives him out to be of your sword stark naked; for meddle you must, that's good capacity and brerding; his employment between certain, or forswear to wear iron about you. his lord and my niree confirms no less ; therefore this Vio. This is as uncivil as strange. I beseech you, do letter, being so excellently ignorant, will breed po terror me this courteous office, as to know of the knight what in the youth, he will find it comes from a clodpole. my offence to him is; it is something of my negliBut, sir, I will dicliver his challenge by word of mouur: gence, nothing of my purpose. set upon Agu-check a notable report of valour; and Sir T. I will do so. Signior Fabian, stay yu by this drive the gentleman, (as, I know, his youth will apely ginulemad till my return.

(Eri Sir Tobr.


Pro. Pray you, sir, do you know of this matter? 10ff. This is the man; do thy office. Fab. I know, the knight is incensed against you, 2 0ff. Antonio, I arrest thee at the suit even to a mortal arbitrement; but nothing of the cir Of count Orsino. cumstance more.

Ant. You do mistake me, sir. Vis. I beseech you, what manner of man is he? 10f". No, sir, no jot; I know your favour well, Fah. Nothing of that wonderful promise, to read him Though now you have no sea cap on your head by his form, as you are like to find him in the proof of Take him away; he knows, I know him well. bis valour. He is indeed, sir, the most skilful, bloody, Ant. I must obey.--This comes with seeking you; and fatal opposite that you could possibly have found But there's no remedy; I shall answer it. in any part of Illyria: Will you walk towards him? I What will you do? Now my necessity will make your peace with him, if I can.

Makes me to ask you for my purse: It grieves me Vie. I shall be much bound to you for't: I am one, Much more, for what I cannot do for you, that would rather go with sir priest, than sir knight: I Than what befaly myself. You stand amaz'd; care not who knows so much of my mettle. (Exeunt. But be of comfort.

Re-enter Sir Toby,, with Sir Andrew. 2011. Come, sir, away. Sir T. Why, man, he's a very devil; I have not seen

Ant. I must entreat of you some of that money:

Vio. What money, sir? soch a virago. I had a pass with him, rapier, scabbard, and all, and he gives me the stuck-in, with such a mor

For the fair kindness you have show'd me here, tal motion, that it is inevitable ; and on the answer, he | And, part, being prompted by your present trouble,

Out of my lean and low ability pays you, as surely as your feet hit the ground they

I'll lend you something : my having is not much; step on: They say, he has been fencer to the Sophy.

I'll make division of my present with you : Sir A. Pox on't, I'll not meddle with him.

Hold, there is half my coffer. Sir T. Ay, but he will not now be pacified: Fabian


Will you deny me now can searce hold him yonder.

Is't possible, that my deserts to you Sir A. Plague on't; an I thought he had been val

Can lack persuasion; Do not tempt my misery, tant, and so cunning in fence, I'd have seen him damn

Lest that it make me so unsound a man, ed ere I'd have challenged him. Let him let the mat.

As to upbraid you with those kindnesses ter skip, and I'll give him my horse, grey Capilet.

That I have done for you. Sir T. I'll make the motion : Stand here, make a


I know of none: good show on't ; this shall end without the perdition of

Nor know I you by voice, or any feature: souls : Marry, I'll ride your horse as well as I ride you.

I hate ingratitude more in a man,

Than lying, vainness, babbling, drankenness,
Re-enter Fabian and Viola.

Or any taint of vice, whose strong corruptiou
I have his horse, (T. Fab.) to take up the quarrel ; Inhabits our frail blood.
I have persuaded him, the youth's a devil.


O heavens themselves ! Fat. He is as horribly conceited of him; and pants, 2 Off. Come, sir, I pray you, go. and looks pale, as if a bear were at his heels.

Ant. Let me speak a little. This youth that you Sir T. There's no remedy, sir; he will fight with

see here, you for his oath sake. Marry, he hath better bethought I snatch'd one half out of the jaws of death ; him of his quarrel, and he finds that now scarce to be Reliev'd him with such sanctity of love,worth talking of: therefore draw, for the supportance And to his image, which, methought, did promise of his vow; he protests, he will not hurt you. Most venerable worth, did I devotion.

Vie. Pray God defend me! A little thing would 101. What's that to us? The time goes by; away. wake me tell them how much I lack of a man. [Aside. Ant. But, o, how vile an idol proves this god ! Fab. Give ground, if you see him furious.

Thou hast, Sebastian, done good feature shame.Sir T. Come, sir Andrew, there's no remedy ; the In nature there's no blemish, but the mind; genth-man will, for his honour's sake, have one bout None can be call'd deform'd, but the unkind; with you: he cannot by the duello avoid it: but he

Virtue is beauty; but the beauteous-evil las promised me, as he is a gentleman and a soldier, he

Are empty trunks, o'erflourish'd by the devil. will not hurt you. Come on; to't.

1 off. The man grows mad; away with him. Sir A. Pray God, he keep his oath! [Draws. -Come, come, sir. Enter Antonio.

Ant. Lead me on. [Ere. Officers with Antonio. vio. I do assure you, 'tis against my will. [Draws. Vio. Methinks, his words do from such passion fly, • Ant. Put up your sword;-If this young gentleman That he believes himself; so do not I. Hare dope offence, I take the fault on me ;

Prove true, imagination, 0, prove true, "If you offend him, I for him defy you. [Drawing. That I, dear brother, be now ta'en for you! Sir T. You, sir ? why, what are you?

Sir T. Come hither, knight;-Come bither, Fabian; Ant. One, sir, that for his love dares yet do more We'll whisper o'er a couplet or two of most sage saws. Than you have heard him brag to you he will.

Vio. He nam'd Sebastian; I my brother know Sir T. Nay, if you be an undertaker, I am for you. Yet living in my glass; even such, and so,

[Draws. In favour was my brother; and he went Enter two Officers.

Sull in this fashion, colour, ornament, Fas. O good sir Toby, hold; here come the officers.

For him I imitate: 0, if it prove, Sir T. I'll be with you anoni.

[To Antonio. Tempests are kind, and salt waves fresh in love! Vie. Pray, sir, put up your sword, if you please.

[Exit. [To Sir Andrew. Sirt. A very dishonest paltry boy, and more a cows Sir A. Marty, will I, sir ;-and, for that I promised and than a bare: his dishonesty appears, in leaving his you, I'll be as good as my word: He will bear you friend here iu necessity, and depying him ; aud for his easily, and reins well.

cowardship ask Fabjan.

Fab. A coward, a most devout coward, religious in it. -Be not offended, dear Cesario:
Sir A. 'Slid, I'll after him agnin, and beat hini. Rudesby, be gone!-I pr'ythee, gentle friend,
Sir T. Do, cuff him soundly, but never draw thy

[Exeunt Sir Toby, Sir Andrew, and Fabian. sword.

Let thy fair wisdom, not thy passion, sway Sir A. An I do not,

[Exit Sir Andrew. In this uncivil and unjust extent Fab. Come, let's see the event.

Against thy peace. Go with me to my house; Sir T. I dare lay any money, 'twill be nothing yet. And hear thou there how many fruitless pranks

[Excunt. || This ruffian hath botch'd up, that thou thereby

May'st smile at this : thou shalt not choose but go;

Do not deny: Beshrew his soul for me,

He started one poor heart of mine in thee.

Seb. What relish is in this ? how runs the stream?
SCENE 1.-The Street before Olivia's House. Enter Or I am mad, or else this is a dream :-
Sebastian and Clown.

Let fancy still my sense in Lethe steep;

If it be thus to dream, still let me sleep!
WILL you inake me believe, that I am not sent for

Oli. Nay, come, I proythee : 'Would, thou'dst be you?

ruld by me! Scb. Go to, go to, thou art a foolish fellow;

Seb. Madam, I will.

Oli. Let me be clear of thee.

0, say so, and so be! [Exeunt. Clo. Well held out, i'faith! No, I do not know you ;

SCENE 11.- A Room in Olivia's House. Enter Ma nor I am not sent to you by my lady, to bid you come

ria and Clown. * speak with her; nor your name is not master Cesario ;

Mar. Nay, I pr’ythee, put on this gown, and this nor this is not my nose neither.-Nothing, that is so,

beard ; make him believe, thou art sir Topas the euis so. Seb. I prythee. vent thy folly somewhere else ;

rate ; do it quickly: I'll call sir Toby the whilst. Thou know'st not me.

(Ex it Maria.

Clo. Well, I'll put it on, and I will dissemble mysell Clo. Vent my folly! He has heard that word of some

int; and I would I were the first that ever dissembled great man, and now applies it to a fool. Vent my fol

in such a gown. I am not fat enough to become the ly! I am afraid this great lubber, the world, will prove

function well; nor lean enough to be thought a good a cockney.-1 prythee now, ungird thy strangeness,

student : but to be said, an honest man, and a good and tell me what I shall vent to my lady ; Shall I vent

house-keeper, goes as fairly, as to say, a careful man, to her, that thou art coming?

and a great scholar. The competitors enter. Seb. I proythee, foolish Greek, depart from me ; There's money for thee; if you tarry longer,

Enter Sir Toby Belch and Maria. I shall give worse payment.

Sir T. Jove bless thee, master parson. Clo. By my troth, thou hast an open band :-These

Clo. Bonos dies, sir Toby: for as the old hermit of wise men, that give fools money, get themselves a Prague, that never saw pen and ink, very wittily said good report after fourteen years' purchase.

to a niece of king Gorboduc, That, that is, is : so I, be

ing inaster parson, am master parson : For what is Enter Sir Andrew, Sir Toby, and Fabian.

that, but that? and is, but is? Sir A. Now, sir, have I met you again? there's for Sir T. To him, sir Topas. you. [Striking Seb. Clo. What, hoa, I say,

Peace in this prison ! Seb. Why, there's for thee, and there, and there: Sir T. The knave counterfeits well; a good knave. Are all the people mad? [Beating Sir And. Mal. (in an inner chamber.] Who calls there?

Sir T. Hold, sir, or I'll throw your dagger o'er the Clo. Sir Topas, the curate, who comes to visit Malhouse.

volio the lunatic. Clo. This will I tell my lady straight : I would not Mal. Sir Topas, sir Topas, good sir Topas, go to say be in some of your coats for two-pence. [E.xit Clo. | lady.

Sir T. Come on, sir ; hold. [Holding Seb. Clo. Out, hyperbolical fiend! how vexest thou this

Sir A. Nay, let him alone, I'll go another way to man? talkest thou nothing but of ladies? work with him ; I'll have an action of battery against Sir T. Well said, master parson. him, if there be any law in Illyria: though I struck Mal. Sir Topas, never was man thus wronged : good him first, yet it's no matter for that.

sir Topas, do not think I am mad ; they have laid me Seb. Let go thy hand.

here in hideous darkness. Sir T. Come, sir, I will not let you go. Come, my Clo. Fie, thou dishonest Sathan! I call thee by the young soldier, put up your iron : you are well fleshed ; most modest terms; for I am one of those gentle ones, come on.

that will use the devil himself with courtesy: Say'st Sel. I will be free from thee. What wouldst thou thou, that house is dark ?

Mal. As hell, sir Topas. If thou dar'st tempt me further, draw thy sword. Clo. Why, it hath bay-windows transparent as lur

[Draws. | ricadoes, and the clear stones towards the south-north Sir T. What, what? Nay, then I must have an are as lustrous as ebony; and yet complainest thou of ounce or two of this malapert blood from you. obstruction?

[Draws. Mal. I am not mad, sir Topas; I say to you, this Enter Olivia.

house is dark. Oli. Hold, Toby; on thy life, I charge thee, hold. Clo. Madman, thou errest: I say, there is no darkSir T. Madam?

ness, but ignorance; in which thou art more puzzled, Oli. Will it be ever thus ? Ungracious wretch, than the Egyptians in their fog. Fit for the mountains, and the barbarous caves,

Mal. I say, this house is as dark as ignoranee, though Where manners ne'er were preach'd ! out of my sight! || ignorance were as dark as liell ; and I say, there was


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