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I did some service, of such note, indeed,
That were I ta'en here, it would scarce be answer'd.

Seb. Belike, you slew great number of his people,

Ant. Th' offence is not of such a bloody nature,
Albeit the quality of the time and quarrel
Might well have given us bloody argument:
It might have since been answerd in repaying
What we took from them, which, for traffic's fake,
Most of our city did. Only myself stood out;
For which, if I be lapsed in this place,
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 south suburbs at the Elephant
Is beit to lodge: I will befpeak our diet,
Whiles you beguile your time, and feed your know-

With viewing of the town;, there shall

Seb. Why I your purse?

Ant. Haply, your eye shall light upon some toy
You have desire to purchase; and your store,
I think, is not for idle markets, Sir.

Seb. I'll be your purse-bearer, and leave you for
An hour.

Ant. To th' Elephant.---
Seb. I do remember.

Changes to Olivia's House.

Enter Olivia, and Maria.
Oli. Have sent after him; * he says he'll come;

How shall I feast him? what bestow on him ?
For youth is bought more oft, than begg'd or bor-

row'd. * he fays he'll come;] i. e. I suppose now, or admit now, he says he'll come; which Mr. Theobald, not understanding, alters unnecessarily to, say he will come; in wliich the Oxford Editor has followed him.


I speak

I speak too loud.
Where is Malvolio? he is sad and civil,
And suits well for a servant with


fortunes. Where is Malvolio?

Mar. He's coming, Madam; but in very strange


He is sure posseft, Madam.

Oli. Why, what's the matter, does he rave ?

Mar. No, Madam, he does nothing but smile; your ladyship were best to have some guard about you, if he come ; for, sure, the man is tainted in his wits.

Oli. Go call him hither.

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Enter Malvolio.
I'm as mad as he,
If fad and merry madness equal be.
How now, Malvolio ?

Mal. Sweet lady, ha, ha. [Smiles fantastically.

Oli. Smil't thou? I sent for thee fion.

Mal. Sad, lady? I could be sad ; this does make fome obstruction in the blood ; this cross-gartering; but what of it? if it please the eye of Onc, it is with me as the very true sonnet is : Pleaje one, and please all.

Oli. Why? how dost thou, man? what is the mat. ter with thee? Mal. Not black in my mind, tho' yellow in

my legs: it did come to his hands, and commands shall be executed. I think, we do know that sweet Roman hand.

Oli. Wilt thou go to bed, Malvolio?

Mal. To bed? ay, sweet heart; and I'll come to thee.

Oli. God comfort thee! why dost thou smile fo, and kiss thy hand so oft?

Mar. How do you, Malvolio ?

Mal. At your request?
Yes, nightingales answer daws!


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Mar. Why appear you with this ridiculous boldness before my lady ?

Mal. Be not afraid of Greatness ;-'twas well writ.
Oli. What meancst thou by that, Malvolio?
Mal. Some are born Great-
Oli. Ha ?
Mal. Some atchieve Greatness-
Oli. What say ft thou ?
Mal. And some have Greatness thrust upon them—
Oli. Heav'n restore thee !

Mal. Remember, who commended thy yellow stockings.

Oli. Thy yellow stockings ?
Mal. And wish'd to see thee cross-garter'd-
Oli. Cross-garter'd ?

Mal. Go to, thou art made, if thou desirest to be fo

Oli. Am I made?
Mal, If not, let me see thee a servant ftill.
Oli. Why, this is a very midsummer madness.

Enter Servant.
Ser. Madam, the young gentleman of the Duke
Orsino's is return'd; I could hardly entreat him back;
he attends your ladyship's pleasure.

Oli. I'll come to him. Good Maria, let this fellow be look'd to. Where's my uncle Toby? let some of my people have a special care of him; I would not have him miscarry for half of

my dowry.

[Exit. S CE N E VIII. Mal. H, oh! do you come near me now? no worse

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curs directly with the letter; she sends him on purpose that I may appear stubborn to him ; for she incites me to that in the letter. Caft thy humble flough, says the, --be opposite with a kinsman, furly with fervants;- let thy tongue tang with arguments of state, Vol. III.



put thyself into the trick of singularity ;-and consequently sets down the manner how; as a fad face, à reverend carriage, a slow tongue, in the habit of some Sir of note, and so forth. I have lim'd her, but it is Jove's doing, and Jove make me thankful! and when she went away now, let this fellow be look'd to: Fellow! not Malvolio, nor after my degree, but fellow. Why, every thing adheres together, that no dram of a scruple, no scruple of a scruple, no obftacle, no incredulous or unsafe circumitancewhat can be said? Nothing, that can be, can come between me and the full prospect of my hopes. Well, Jove, not I, is the doer of this, and he is to be thanked.


Enter Sir Toby, Fabian, and Maria.


is he, in the name of fan&tity ? if all the devils in hell be drawn in little, and Legion himself pofseft him, yet I'll speak to him.

Fab. Here he is, here he is ; how is't with you, Sir? how is’t with you, man?

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



vacy: go off.

Mar. Lo, how hollow the fiend speaks within him! did not I tell you? Sir, Toby, my lady prays you to have a care of him.

Mal. Ah, ha! does she so ?

Sir To. Go to, go to; peace, peace, we must deal gently with him; let me alone. How do


Malvolio? how is’t with you? what! man, defy the devil; consider, he's an enemy to mankind.

Mal. Do you know what you say?

Mar, La, you! if you speak ill of the devil, how he takes it at heart. ---Pray God, he be not bewitch'd.

Fab. Carry his water to th' wise woman.
Mar. Marry, and it shall be done to-morrow morn-

way: do

What! man,

ing if I live. My lady would not lose him for more than I'll say.

Mal. How now, mistress ?
Mar. O lord !
Sir To. Pr'ythee, hold thy peace; that is not the

you not see, you move him ? let me alone with him.

Fab. No way but gentleness, gently, gently; the fiend is rough, and will not be roughly us'd.

Sir To. Why, how now, my bawcock? how doft thou, chuck?

Mal. Sir?

Sir To. Ay, biddy, come with me. ’tis not for gravity to play at cherry-pit with satan. Hang him, foul collier.

Mar. Get him to say his prayers, good Sir Toby; get him to pray. Mal. My prayers, minx !

[ness. Mar. No, I warrant you, he will not hear of godli

Mal. Go hang yourselves all: you are idle shallow things; I am not of your element, you shall know more hereafter.

[Exita Sir To. Is't possible?

Fab. If this were play'd upon a stage now, I could condemn it as an improbable fiction.

Sir To. His very genius hath taken the infection of the device, man.

Mar. Nay, pursue him now, left the device take air, and taint:

Fab. Why, we shall make him mad, indeed.
Mar. The house will be the quieter.

Sir To. Come, we'll have him in a dark room and bound. My Niece is already in the belief that he's mad; we may carry it thus for our pleasure and his penance, 'till our very paftime, tired out of breath, prompt us to have mercy on him; at which time we will bring the device to the bar, and crown thee for a finder of madmen; but fee, but fee.

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