Sir To. Thy reason, dear venom, give thy reafon. Fab. You must needs yield your reafon, Sir Andrew. Sir And. Marry, I faw your niece do more favours to the Duke's ferving-man, than ever she bestow'd on me, I faw 't i' th' orchard. Sir To. Did the fee thee the while, old boy? tell me that. Sir And. As plain as I fee you now. Fab. This was a great argument of love in her towards you. Sir And Slight! will you make an ass o' me? Fab. I will prove it legitimate, Sir, upon the oaths of judgment and reafon. Sir To. And they have been grand-jurymen fince be-fore Noah was a failor. Fab. She did fhew favour to the youth in your fight, only to exafperate you, to awake your dormouse valour, to put fire in your heart, and brimftone in your liver. You fhould then have accofted her with fome excellent jefts fire-new from the mint; you should have bang'd the youth into dumbness. This was look'd for at your hand, and this was baulk'd. The double gilt of this opportunity you let time wafh off, " and you are now fail'd 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 fome 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 Brownift, as a politician. Sir To. Why then, build me thy fortunes upon the bafis of valour; challenge me the Duke's youth to fight with him; hurt him in eleven places; my niece fhall take note of it; and affure thyfelf, there is no love-broker in the world can more prevail in man's commendation with woman than report of valour. Fab. There is no way but this, Sir Andrew. Sir And. Will either of you bear me a challenge to him? Sir To. Go, write in a martial hand; be curft and brief: it is no matter how witty, fo it be eloquent, and full of invention. taunt him with the licence of ink; VOL. III. L if thou thou'st him fome thrice, it fhall not be amifs; and as many lyes as will lie in thy fheet of paper, although the fheet were big enough for the bed of Ware in England; fet 'em down, go about it. Let there be gall enough in thy ink, tho' thou write with a goofepen, no matter: about it. Sir And. Where fhall I find you? Sir To. We'll call thee at the Cubiculo: go. SCENE [Exit Sir Andrew. V. Fab. This is a dear manikin to you, Sir Toby. Sir To. I have been dear to him, lad, fome two thousand strong or fo. Fab. We fhall have a rare letter from him; but you '11 not deliver 't. Sir To. Never truft me then; and by all means ftir on the youth to an answer. I think, oxen and wainropes cannot hale them together. For Andrew, if he were open'd, and you find so much blood in his liver as will clog the foot of a flea, I'll eat the reft of th'anatomy. Fab. And his oppofite, the youth, bears in his vifage no great prefage of cruelty. Enter Maria. Sir To. Look, where the youngest wren comes. * of nine Mar. If you defire the spleen, and will laugh your-` felves into ftitches, follow me: yond gull Malvolio is turned Heathen, a very renegado; for there is no Chriftian, that means to be fav'd by believing rightly, can ever believe fuch impoffible paffages of groffnefs. He's in yellow ftockings. Sir To. And cross-garter'd? Mar. Moft villanously; like a pedant that keeps a fchool i' th' church: I have dogg'd him, like his murtherer. He does obey every point of the letter that I The wren is remakable for laying many eggs at a time, nine or ten, and fometimes more: and as fhe is the fmalleft of birds, the laft of fo large a brood may be fuppofed to be little indeed, which is the image intended here to be given of Maria. dropt to betray him; he does fmile his face into more lines than is in the new map, with the augmentation of the Indies; you have not seen such a thing, as 'tis; I can hardly forbear hurling things at him. I know, my Lady will ftrike him; if the do, he'll fmile, and take't for a great favour. Sir To. Come, bring us, bring us where he is. [Exeunt. SCENE VI. Changes to the fireet. Enter Sebastian, and Anthonio. Seb. I would not by my will have troubled you. Ant. I could not ftay behind you; my defire Seb. My kind Anthonio, I can no other answer make, but thanks, Ant. To-morrow, Sir; beft, firft, go fee your lodging. Seb. I am not weary, and 'tis long to night; With the memorials, and the things of fame, Ant. Would you'd pardon me: I do not without danger walk these streets. Once, in a fea-fight 'gainft the Duke his gallies, * Relics, for curiofities. I did fome fervice, of fuch note, indeed, That were I ta'en here, it would fcarce be anfwer'd. Seb. Belike you flew great number of his people. I shall pay dear. Seb. Do not then walk too open. Ant. It doth not fit me. Hold, Sir, here's my purse, In the fouth fuburbs at the Elephant Is beft to lodge: I will befpeak our diet, Whiles you beguile your time, and feed your knowledge Ant. Haply your eye fhall light upon fome toy Seb. I'll be your purfe-bearer, and leave you for Ant. To th' Elephant, Seb. I do remember. [Exeunt. SCENE VII. Changes to Olivia's house. Oli. I have fent after him; he fays he'll come; For youth is bought more oft than begg'd or borrow'd. I fpeak too loud. Where is Malvolio? he is fad and civil, And fuits well for a fervant with my fortunes. Where is Malvolio? Mar. He's coming, Madam; but in very ftrange manner. He is fure poffefs'd, Madam. Oli. Why, what's the matter, does he rave? Ladyfhip were beft to have fome guard about you, if he come; for fure the man is tainted in his wits. Oli. Go call him hither. I'm as mad as he, Enter Malvolio. If fad and merry madness equal be. How now, Malvolio? Mal. Sweet Lady, ha, ha. [Smiles fantastically. Oli. Smil'ft thou? I fent for thee upon a fad occafion. Mal. Sad, Lady? I could be fad; this does make fome obftruction in the blood; this crofs-gartering; but what of it? if it please the eye of one, it is with me as the very true fonnet is: Please one, and please all. Oli. Why? how doft thou, man? what is the matter with thee? Mal. Not black in my mind, tho' yellow in my legs: it did come to his hands, and commands fhall be executed. I think we do know that fweet Roman hand. Oli. Wilt thou go to bed, Malvolio? Mal. To bed? ay, fweet heart; and I'll come to thee. Oli. God comfort thee! why doft thou fmile fo, and kifs thy hand fo oft? Malvolio? Mar. How do you, Yes, nightingales anfwer daws! Mar. Why appear you with this ridiculous boldness before my Lady? Mal. Be not afraid of greatness.-'Twas well writ. Mal. Some are born great Oli. Ha? Mal. Some atchieve greatnefs Oli. What fay'st thou? Mal. And fome have greatnefs thrust upon them- Mal. Remember, who commended thy yellow stockings. Oli. Thy yellow ftockings? Mal. And wifh'd to fee thee crofs-garter'd |