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my young soldier, put up your iron: you are well flesh'd; come on.

Seb. I will be free from thee. What would'st

thou now?

If thou dar'st tempt me further, draw thy sword.
Sir To. What, what? Nay, then I must have an
●unce or two of this malapert blood from you.
[They draw and fight.
Enter Olivia.
Oli. Hold, Toby; on thy life, I charge thee, hold,
Sir To. Madam?

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Oli. Will it be ever thus? Ungracious wretch,
Fit for the mountains and the barbarous caves,
Where manners ne'er were preach'd! out of my
Be not offended, dear Cesario :-
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Rudesby, be gone!-I pr'ythee, gentle friend,
[Exeunt Sir Toby, and Sir Andrew.
Let thy fair wisdom, not thy passion, sway
In this uncivil and unjust extent
Against thy peace. Go with me to my house;
Aud hear thou there how many fruitless pranks
This ruffian hath botch'd up,' that thou thereby
May'st smile at this: thou shalt not chuse 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?

Or I am mad, or else this is a dream:

Let fancy still my sense in Lethe steep;

If it be thus to dream, still let me sleep!

Malvolio the lunatick.

Mal. Sir Topas, Sir Topas, good Sir Topas, go to my lady.

Clo. Out, hyperbolical fiend! how vexest thou this man? talkest thou nothing but of ladies? Sir To. Well said, master parson.

Mal. Sir Tupas, never was man thus wrong'd; good sir Topas, do not think I am mad; they have laid me here in hideous darkness.

Clo. Fy, thou dishonest Sathan! I call thee by the most modest terms; for I am one of those gentle ones, that will use the devil himself with courtesy; Say'st thou, that house is dark? Mal. As hell, Sir Topas.

Clo. Why, it hath bay-windows' transparent as barricadoes, and the clear stones towards the south-north are as lustrous as ebony; and yet complainest thou of obstruction?

Mal. I am not mad, Sir Topas; I say to you, 20 this house is dark.

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Clo. Madman, thou errest: I say, there is no darkness, but ignorance; in which thou art more puzzled, than the Egyptians in their fog.

Mal. I say, this house is as dark as ignorance, though ignorance were as dark as hell; and I say, there was never man thus abus'd; I am no more nad than you are, make the trial of it in any constant' question.

Clo. What is the opinion of Pythagoras con

Oli. Nay, come, I pr'ythee: 'Would, thou'd t 30 cerning wild-fow]?

-be rul'd by ine!

Seb. Madam, I will.

Oli. O, say so, and so be!

SCENE II.

An Apartment in Olivia's House.

Enter Maria, and Clown.

Mal. That the soul of our grandam might haply Jinhabit a bird.

Clo. What think'st thou of his opinion? Mal. I think nobly of the soul, and no way 35 approve of his opinion.

Mar. Nay, I pr'ythee, put on this gown, and this beard; make him believe, thou art Sir Topas the curate; do it quickly: I'll call sir Toby the 40 whilst. [Exit Maria.

Clo. Well, I'll put it on, and I will dissemble myself in't; and I would I were the first that ever

dissembled in such a gown. I am not tall enough|
to become the function well; nor lean enough to 45
be thought a good student: but to be said, an
honest man, and a good housekeeper, goes as
fairly, as to say, a careful man, and a great scho-
lar. The competitors enter.

Enter Sir Toby and Maria.

Clo. Fare thee well: Remain thou still in darkness: thou shalt hold the opinion of Pythagoras, ere I will allow of thy wits; and fear to kill a woodcock, lest thou dispossess the soul of thy grandam. Fare thee well.

Mal. Sir Topas, Sir Topas,

Sir To. My most exquisite Sir Topas !
Clo. Nay, I am for all waters.

Mar. Thou might'st have done this without thy beard and gown; he sees thee not.

Sir To. To him in thine own voice, and bring me word how thou find'st him: I would, we were all rid of this knavery. It he may be conveniently deliver'd, I would he were; for I am now so far 50 in offence with my niece, that I cannot pursue with any safety this sport to the upshot. Come by and by to my chamber. [Exit with Maria. Clo. Hey Robin, jolly Robin,*

Sir To. Jove bless thee, master parson. Co. Bonos dies, Sir Toby: for as the old hermit of Prague, that never saw pen and ink, very wittily said to a niece of king Gorboduc, That, that is, is: so I, being master parson, am master parson: 55 For what is that, but that; and is, but is?

Sir To. To him, Sir Topas.

Clo. What, hoa, I say,--Peace in this prison!
Sir To. The knave counterfeits well; a good

knave.

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Tell me how thy lady does.

Mal. Fool,

Clo. My lady is unkind, perdy.
Mal. Fool,-

Clo. Alas, why is she so?

Mal. Fool, I say ;

[Singing.

Clo. She loves another--Who calls, ha?

Mal. Good fool, as ever thou wilt deserve well

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Clo. Master Malvolio!

Mal. Ay, good fool.

Clo. Alas, sir, how fell you besides your five 5 wits'?

Mal. Fool, there was never man so notoriously abus'd: I am as well in my wits, fool, as thou art. Clo. But as well? then you are mad, indeed, if you be no better in your wits than a fool.

Mal. They have here property'd me; keep me in darkness, send ministers to me, asses, and do all they can to face me out of my wits.

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Clo. Advise you what you say; the minister is here.-Malvolio, Malvolio, thy wits the heavens 15 restore! endeavour thyself to sleep, and leave thy vain bibble-babble.

Mal. Sir Topas,

Clo. Maintain no words with him, good fellow.— Who, I, sir? not I, sir. God b'w' you, good Sir 20 Topas. Marry, amen.—I will, sir, I will.

Mal. Fool, fool, fool, I say,

Clo. Alas, sir, be patient. What say you, sir? I am shent for speaking to you.

Mal. Good fool, help me to some light, and 25 some paper; I tell thee, I am as well in my wits, as any man in Illyria.

Clo. Well-a-day,-that you were, sir!

Mal. By this hand, I am. Good fool, some ink, paper, and light, and convey what I set down to 30 iny lady; it shall advantage thee more than ever the bearing of letter did.

Clo. I will help you to 't. But tell me true, are you not mad indeed, or do you but counterfeit ? Mal. Believe me, I am not; I tell thee true.

Clo. Nay, I'll ne'er believe a mad man, 'till I see his brains. I will fetch you light, and paper, and ink.

Mal. Fool, I'll requite it in tl e highest degree: I pr'ythee, be gone.

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Seb. This is the air; that is the glorious sun;
This pearl she gave me, I do feel 't and see't:
And though 'tis wonder that enwraps me thus,
Yet 'tis not madness. Where's Antonio then?
I could not find him at the Elephant:
Yet there he was; and there I found this credit',
That he did range the town to seek me out.
His counsel now might do me golden service:
For though my soul disputes well with my sense,
That this may be some error, but no madness,
Yet doth this accident and flood of fortune
So far exceed all instance', all dscourse,
That I am ready to distrust mine eyes,
And wrangle with my reason, that persuades me
To any other trust', but that I am mad,
Or else the lady's mad; yet, if 'twere so, [lowers,
She could not sway her house, command her fol-
Take, and give back, affairs, and their dispatch,
With such a smooth, discreet, and stable bearing,
As, I perceive, she does; there's something in't
That is deceivable. But here the lady comes.
Enter Olivia and a Priest.

Oli. Blame not this haste of mine: If you mean
Now go with me, and with this holy man, [well,
35 Into the chantry by: there, before him,
And underneath that consecrated roof,
Plight me the full assurance of your faith:
That my most jealous and too doubtful soul
May live at peace: He shall conceal it,
40 Whiles' you are willing it shall come to note;
What time we will our celebration keep
According to my birth.-What do you say?
Seb. I'll follow this good man, and go with you;
And, having sworn3 truth, ever will be true.
Oli. Then lead the way, good father ;-And
heavens so shine,

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That they may fairly note this act of mine! [Exeunt.

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Duke. I know thee well; How dost thou, my good fellow?

Clo. Truly, sir, the better for my foes, and the worse for my friends.

Duke. Just the contrary; the better for thy 5 friends.

Clo. No, sir, the worse.
Duke. How can that be?

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Clo. Marry, sir, they praise me, and make an ass of me; now my foes tell me plainly, I am an ass: so that by my foes, sir, I profit in the knowledge of myself; and by my friends I am abused: so that, conclusions to be as kisses, if your four negatives make your two affirmatives, why, then the worse for my friends, and the better for my foes. 15 Duke. Why, this is excellent.

Clo. By my troth, sir, no: though it please you to be one of my friends.

Duke. Thou shalt not be the worse for me; there's gold.

Clo. But that it would be double-dealing, sir, I would you could make it another.

Duke.. O, you give me ill counsel.

Clo. Put your grace in your pocket, sir, for this once, and let your flesh and blood obey it.

Duke. Well, I will be so much a sinner to be double dealer; there's another.

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[But, in conclusion, put strange speech upon me, I know not what 'twas, but distraction.

Duke. Notable pirate! thou salt-water thief! What foolish boldnessbrought thee to their mercies, Whom thou, in terms so bloody, and so dear, Hast made thine enemies?

Ant. Orsino, noble sir,

[me;
Be pleas'd that I shake off these names you gave
Antonio never yet was thief, or pirate,
Though I confess, on base and ground enough,
Orsino's enemy. A witchcraft drew me hither:
That most ungrateful boy there, by your side,
From the rude sea's enrag'd and foamy mouth
Did I redeem; a wreck past hope he was:
His life I gave him, and did thereto add
My love, without retention, or restraint,
All his in dedication: for his sake,

Did I expose myself, pure for his love,
Into the danger of this adverse town;
20 Drew to defend him, when he was beset:
Where being apprehended, his false cunning,
(Not meaning to partake with me in danger)
Taught him to face me out of his acquaintance,
And grew a twenty-years removed thing, [purse,
25 While one would wink; deny'd me mine own
Which I had recommended to his use
Not half an hour before.

Clo. Primo, secundo, tertio, is a good play; and the old saying is, the third pays for all; a triplex, sir, is a good tripping measure; or the 30 bells of St. Bennet, sir, may put you in mind, One, two, three.

Duke. You can fool no more money out of me at this throw: if you will let your lady know, I am here to speak with her, and bring her along 35 with you, it may awake my bounty further.

Clo. Marry, sir, lullaby to your bounty, till I come again. I go, sir; but I would not have you to think, that my desire of having is the sin of covetousness: but, as you say, sir, let your 40 bounty take a nap, and I will awake it anon. [Exit Clown.

Enter Antonio and Officers.

Vio. Here comes the man, sir, that did rescue me.
Duke. That face of his I do remember well;

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That took the Phoenix, and her fraught, from 55
And this is he, that did the Tyger board,
When your young nephew Titus lost his leg:
Here in the streets, desperate of shame and state,
In private brabble did we apprehend him.
Vio. He did mekindness, sir; drew on my side;60

Vio. How can this be?

[before,

Duke. When came he to this town?
Ant. To-day, my lord; and for three months
(No interim, not a minute's vacancy)
Both day and night did we keep company.

Enter Olivia and Attendants.

Duke. Here comes the countess; now heaven
walks on earth.-
[ness;
But for thee, fellow, fellow, thy words are mad-
Three months this youth hath tended upon me;
But more of that anon.-Take him aside. [have,
Oli. What would my lord, but that he may not
Wherein Olivia may seem serviceable?
Cesario, you do not keep promise with me.
Vio. Madam?

Duke. Gracious Olivia,—

[lord,

Oli. What do you say, Cesario?-Good my
Vio. My lord would speak, my duty hushes me.
Oli. If it be aught to the old tune, my lord,
It is as fat' and fulsome to mine ear,

As howling after musick.

Duke. Still so cruel ?

Oli. Still so constant, lord.

Duke. What, to perverseness? you uncivil lady,
To whose ingrate and unauspicious altars
My soul the faithfull'st offerings hath breath'd out,
That e'er devotion tender'd; What shall I do?

Oli. Even what it please my lord, that shall

become him.

Duke. Why should I not, had I the heart to do it,
'Like to the Egyptian thief, at point of death,
Kill what I love: a savage jealousy,
That sometimes savours nobly? But hear me this:
Since

i, e. mischievous, destructive. i, e. dull. This Egyptian thief was Thyamis, who was a native of Memphis, and at the head of a band of robbers. Theagenes and Chariclea falling into their hands, Thyamis fell desperately in love with the lady, and would have married her. Soon after, a stronger body of robbers coming down upon Thyamis's party, he was in such fears for his mistress,

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Since you to non-regardance cast my faith,
And that I partly know the instrument
That screws me from my true place in your favour,
Live you, the marble-breasted tyrant, still;
But this your minion, whom, I know, you love,
And whom, by heaven I swear, I tender dearly,
Him will I tear out of that cruel eye,
Where he sits crowned in his master's spight.—
Come, boy, with me; my thoughts are ripe in
I'll sacritice the lamb that I do love, [mischief: 10|
To spight a raven's heart within a dove. [Going.
Vio. And I, most jocund, apt, and willingly,
To do you rest, a thousand deaths would die.

[Following.

Oli. Where goes Cesario?
Vio. After him I love,
More than I love these eyes, more than my life,
More, by all mores, than e'er I shall love wife:
If I do teign, you witnesses above,
Punish my lite, for tainting of my love!

Oli. Ay me, detested! how am I beguiled!
Vio. Who does beguile you who does do you
wrong?

Oli. Hast thou forgot thyself? Is it so long?— Call forth the holy father.

Duke. Come, away.

[To Vio.

Oli. Whither, my lord?-Cesario, husband, stay.
Duke. Husband?

Oli. Ay, husband; Can he that deny?
Duke. Her husband, sirrah?

Vio. No, my lord, not I.

Oli. Alas, it is the baseness of thy fear, That makes thee strangle thy propriety: Fear not, Cesario, take thy fortunes up;

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Since when, my watch hath told me, toward my
I have travell'd but two hours.

[grave
Duke. Othou dissembling cub! what wilt thou be,
When time hath sow'd a grizzle on thy' case?
Or will not else thy craft so quickly grow,
That thine own trip shall be thine overthrow?
Farewell, and take her; but direct thy feet,
Where thou and I henceforth may never meet.
Vio. My lord, I do protest,-

Oli. O, do not swear;

[fear. Hold little faith, though thou hast too much Enter Sir Andrew, with his head broke. Sir And. For the love of God, a surgeon! and send one presently to Sir Toby.

Oli. What's the matter?

Sir And. H' as broke my head across, and given Sir Toby a bloody coxcomb too: for the love of God, your help: I had rather than forty pound, I were at home.

Oli. Who has done this, Sir Andrew ?

Sir And. The count's gentleman, one Cesario: we took him for a coward, but he's the very devil ncardinate.

Duke. My gentleman, Cesario?

Sir And. Ou's lifelings, here he is!--You broke my head for nothing: and that that I did, I was set on to do't by Sir Toby. [you;

Vio. Why do you speak to me? I never hurt You drew your sword upon me, without cause; 30 But I bespake you fair, and hurt you not.

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As great as that thou fear'st.-O welcome, father!
Enter Priest.

Father, I charge thee by thy reverence,
Here to unfold (though lately we intended
To keep in darkness, what occasion now
Reveals before 'tis ripe) what thou dost know,
Hath newly past between this youth and me.

Priest. A contract of eternal bond of love,
Confirm'd by mutual joindure of your hands,
Attested by the holy close of lips,
Strengthen'd by enterchangement of your rings;
And all the ceremony of this compact

Seal'd in my function, by my testimony:

Sir And. If a bloody coxcomb be a hurt, you have hurt me; I think, you set nothing by a bloody coxcoinb.

Enter Sir Toby, drunk, led by the Clown. Here comes Sir Toby halting, you shall hear more: but if he had not been in drink, he would have tickled you othergates than he did.

Duke. How now, gentleman? how is't with you? Sir To. That's all one; he has hurt me, and there's 40 an end on't.--Sot, didst see Dick surgeon, sot? Clo. O he's drunk, Sir Toby,above an hour agone; his eyes were set at eight i' the morning.

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Sir To. Then he's a rogue, and a passy-measure pavin': I hate a drunken rogue.

Oli. Away with him who hath made this havock with them?

Sir And. I'll help you, Sir Toby, because we'll be drest together.

that he had her shut into a cave with his treasure. It was customary with those barbarians, when they despaired of their own safety, first to make away with those whom they held dear, and desired for companions in the next life. Thyamis, therefore, benetted round with his enemies, raging with love, jealousy, and anger, went to his cave; and calling aloud in the Egyptian tongue, so soon as he heard himself answered towards the cave's mouth by a Grecian, making to the person by the direction of her voice, he caught her by the hair with his left hand, and (supposing her to be Chariclea) with his right hand plunged his sword into her breast.

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Case here means skin. i. e. retain some faith. Sir John Hawkins says, the pavan was a grave and majestick dance performed by gentlemen dressed with a cap and sword, by those of the long robe in their gowns, by princes in their mantles, and by ladies in gowns with long trains, the motion whereof in the dance resembled that of a peacock's tail. This dance is supposed to have been invented by the Spaniards. Of the passamezzo little is to be said, except that it was a favourite air in the days of Q. Elizabeth. Passymeasure is therefore undoubtedly a corruption from passamezzo. From these explanations, Mr. Tyrwhitt proposes to read the passage thus: "Then he's a rogue. After a passymeasure or a pavin, I hate a drunken rogue;” i. e. next to a pussy-measure or a pavin, &c. It is in character, that sir Toby should express a strong dislike of serious dunces, such as the passu-mezzo and the par in are described to be,

Sir To. Will you help an ass-head, and a coxcomb, and a knave; a thin-fac'd knave, a gull?

[Exeunt Clown, Sir Toby, and Sir Andrew. Oli. Get him to bed, and let his hurt be look'd to. Enter Sebastian.

Seb. I am sorry, madam, I have hurt your kins-
But, had it been the brother of my blood, [man;
I must have done no less, with wit, and safety.
You throw a strange regard upon me, and
By that I do perceive it hath offended you ;
Pardon me, sweet one, even for the vows
We made each other but so late ago.

Duke. One face, one voice, one habit, and two

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Nor are you therein, by my life, deceiv'd,
You are betroth'd both to a maid and man.
Duke. Be not amaz`d; right noble is his blood.-
If this be so, as yet the glass seems true,
I shall have share in this most happy wreck:
Boy, thou hast said to me a thousand times, [ToVio.
Thou never shouldst love woman like to me.

Vio. And all those sayings will I over-swear;
And all those swearings keep as true in soul,
10 As doth that orbed continent the fire
That severs day from night.

Duke. Give me thy hand;

And let me see thee in thy woman's weeds.
Vio. The captain, that did bring me first on shore,
15 Hath my maid's garments: he, upon some action,
Is now in durance; at Malvolio's suit,

A gentleman, and follower of my lady's.

Oli. He shall enlarge him: Fetchi Malvolio hither.
And yet, alas, now I remember me,
20They say, poor gentleman, he's much distract.
Re-enter Clown, with a letter.
A most extracting frenzy of mine own
From my remembrance clearly banish'd his.——
How does he, sirrah?

Seb. Do I stand there? I never had a brother: 25
Nor can there be that deity in my nature,
Of here and every where. I had a sister,
Whom the blind waves andsurges have devour'd:-
Of charity, what kin are you to me? [To Viola.
What countryman? what name? what parentage
Vio. Of Messaline: Sebastian was my father;
Such a Sebastian was my brother too,
So went he suited to his watʼry tomb:

If spirits can assume both form and suit,
You come to fright us.

Seb. A spirit I am, indeed;
But am in that dimension grossly clad,
Which from the womb I did participate.
Were you a woman, as the rest goes even,
I should my tears let fall upon your cheek,
And say-Thrice welcome, drowned Viola !
Vio. My father had a mole upon his brow.
Seb. And so had mine.

Vio. And dy'd that day when Viola from her birth
Had number'd thirteen years.

Seb. O, that record is lively in my soul !
He finished, indeed, his mortal act,
That day that made my sister thirteen years.

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Clo. Truly, madam, he holds Belzebub at the stave's end, as well as a man in his case may do: h' as here written a letter to you, I should have given't to you to-day morning; but as a madman's epistles are no gospels, so it skills not much, when they are deliver'd.

Oli. Open't, and read it.

Clo. Look then to be well edify'd, when the fool delivers the inadiman.-By the Lord, madam,— Oli. How now, art thou mad?

Clo. No, madam, I do but read madness: an your ladyship will have it as it ought to be, you must allow tox3.

Oli. Pr'ythee, read i'thy right wits.

Clo. So I do, madonna; but to read his right 40 wits, is to read thus: therefore perpend, my princess, and give ear.

Oli. Read it you, sirrah.

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Fab. [reads] By the Lord, madam, you wrong "me, and the world shall know it: though you 45" have put me into darkness, and given your "drunken cousin rule over me, yet have I the be"nefit of my senses as well as your ladyship. L

have your own letter that induced me to the sem"blance I put on; with the which I doubt not 50" but to do myself much right, or you much shame. "Think of me as you please. I leave my duty a "little unthought of, and speak out of my injury, "The madly-us'd MALVOLIO.

Vio. If nothing lets to make us happy both,
But this my masculine usurp'd attire,
Do not embrace me, till each circumstance
Of place, time, fortune, do cohere, and jump,
That I am Viola: which to confirm,
I'll bring you to a captain in this town
Where lie my maid's weeds; by whose gentle help|55|
I was preserv'd, to serve this noble count:
All the occurrence of my fortune since
Hath been between this lady, and this lord.
Seb. So comes it, lady, you have been mistook:
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But nature to her bias drew in that.
You would have been contracted to a maid;

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Oli. Did be write this?
Clo. Ay, madam.

Duke. This savours not much of distraction. Oli. See him deliver'd, Fabian; bring him hither. My lord, so please you, these things further thought To think me as well a sister as a wife, [on, One day shall crown the alliance on't, so please you, Here at my house, and at my proper cost. [offer. Duke. Madam, I am most apt to embrace your

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