Clo. Well held out, i'faith: no, I do not know you, nor I am not sent to you by my Lady, to bid you come speak with her; nor your name is not mafter Cefario, nor this is not my nose neither; nothing, that is fo, is fo.

Seb. I pr'ythee, vent thy folly somewhere else; thou know'ft not me.

Clo. Vent my folly!-he has heard that word of fome great man, and now applies it to a fool. Vent my folly! I am afraid, this great lubber the world will prove a cockney: I pr'ythee now, ungird thy ftrangeness and tell me what I fhall vent to my Lady; fhall I vent to her, that thou art coming?

*

Seb. 1 pr'ythee, foolish Greek, depart from me; there's money for thee. If you tarry longer, I fhall give worse payment.

Clo. By my troth, thou haft an open hand? these wife men, that give fools money, get themselves a good report after fourteen years' purchase.

Enter Sir Andrew, Sir Toby, and Fabian.

;

Sir And. Now, Sir, have I met you again? there's for you. [Striking Sebaftian. Seb. Why, there's for thee, and there, and there are all the people mad? [Beating Sir Andrew. Sir To. Hold, Sir, or I'll throw your dagger o'er the house.

Clo. This will I tell my Lady straight: I would not be in fome of your coats for two-pence.

[Exit Clown. Sir To. Come on, Sir; hold. Holding Sebaftian. Sir And. Nay, let him alone, I'll go another way to work with him; I'll have an action of battery

A

I pr'ythee, foolish Greek,] Greek, was as much as to fay, Bawd or Pander. He understood the Clown to be acting in that Office. Bawdy-Houfe was called Corinth, and the Frequenters of it Corinthians, which Words occur frequently in Shakespear, especially in Timon of Athens, and Henry IVth.

against

against him, if there be any law in Illyria; tho' I ftruck him first, yet it's no matter for that.

Seb. Let go thy hand.

Sir To. Come Sir, I will not let you go. Come, my young foldier, put up your iron; you are well flesh'd come on.

:

Seb. I will be free from thee. What wouldst thou

now?

If thou dar'ft tempt me further, draw thy fword. Sir To. What, what? nay, then, I must have an ounce or two of this malapert blood from you. [They draw and fight.

Oli. TOLD, Toby; on thy life, I charge thee, hold.

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 fight! Be not offended, dear Cefario:

Rudefby, be gone! I pr'ythee, gentle friend,

[Exeunt Sir Toby, and Sir Andrew. Let thy fair wifdom, not thy paffion, fway In this uncivil and unjuft extent

Against thy peace. Go with me to my house,
And 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; befhrew his foul for me,

He started one poor heart of mine in thee.

Seb. What relifh is in this? how runs the ftream?

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

Let fancy ftill my fence in Lethe steep,
If it be thus to dream, ftill let me fleep.

This ruffian hath botch'd up,--] i. e. fwelled and inflamed. A

Botch being a Swelling or Abfcefs.

Oli. Nay, come, I pray : 'would, thou’dst be rul'd

by me.

Seb. Madam, I will.

Oli. O, fay fo, and so be !

Mar.

SCENE

[Exeunt.

III.

An Apartment in Olivia's House.

Enter Maria, and Clown.

Nbeard, make him believe, thou art Sir

[AY, I pr'ythee, put on this gown, and this

Topas the curate; do it quickly. I'll call Sir Toby the whilft. [Exit Maria. Clo. Well, I'll put it on, and I will diffemble myfelf in't; and I would, I were the firft that ever diffembled in fuch a gown. I am not tall enough to become the function well, nor lean enough to be thought a good ftudent; but to be faid an honeft man, and a good houfekeeper, goes as fairly, as to fay, a graceful man and a great fcholar. The competitors enter.

Enter Sir Toby, and Maria.

Sir To. Jove bless thee, Mr. Parfon.

Clo. Bonos dies, Sir Toby; for as the old hermit of Prague, that never saw pen and ink, very wittily faid to a niece of King Gorboduck, that that is, is: fo I being Mr. Parson, am Mr. Parson; for what is that, but that? and is, but is?

Sir To. To him, Sir Topas.

Clo. What, hoa, I fay,-peace in this prison! Sir To. The knave counterfeits well; a good knave. [Malvolio within.

Mal. Who calls there?

Clo. Sir Topas the curate, who comes to vifit Malvolio the lunatic.

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

Clo.

Clo. Out, hyperbolical fiend, how vexeft thou this

man?

Talkeft thou of nothing but ladies?

Sir To. Well faid, mafter Parfon.

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

Clo. Fie, thou difhoneft fathan; I call thee by the moft modeft terms; for I am one of those gentle ones, that will use the devil himself with curtesy: fay't thou, that houfe is dark?

Mal. As hell, Sir Topas.

Clo. Why, it hath bay-windows transparent as baricadoes, and the clear ftones towards the fouth-north are as luftrous as ebony; and yet complaineft thou of obftruction?

Mal. I am not mad, Sir Topas; I fay to you, this houfe is dark.

Clo. Madman, thou erreft? I fay, there is no darknefs but ignorance; in which thou art more puzzled than the Egyptians in their fog.

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

Clo. What is the opinion of Pythagoras, concerning wild-fowl?

Mal. That the foul of our grandam might happily inhabit a bird.

Clo. What think'ft thou of his opinion?

Mal. I think nobly of the foul, and no way approve of his opinion.

Clo. Fare thee well: remain thou ftill in darkness; thou shalt hold th' opinion of Pythagoras, ere I will allow of thy wits; and fear to kill a woodcock, left thou difpoffefs the foul of thy grandam. Fare thee

well.

Mal.

Mal. Sir Topas, Sir Topas !

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

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

Sir To. To him in thine own voice, and bring me word how thou find'ft him: I would, we were all rid of this knavery. If he may be conveniently deliver'd, I would, he were; for I am now so far in offence with my niece, that I cannot pursue with any fafety this fport to the upfhot. Come by and by to my chamber. [Exit with Maria.

SCENE IV.

́EY Robin, jolly Robin, tell me how my lady

Clo. HE

does.

Mal. Fool,

Clo. My lady is unkind, perdie.

Mal. Fool,

Clo. Alas, why is fhe fo?

Mal. Fool, I fay ;

Clo. She loves another-who calls, ha?

[Singing.

Mal. Good fool, as ever thou wilt deferve well at my hand, help me to a candle, and pen, ink, and paper; as I am a gentleman, I will live to be thankful to thee for't.

Clo. Mr. Malvolio!

Mal. Ay, good fool.

Clo. Alas, Sir, how fell befides your you five wits? Mal. Fool, there was never man fo notoriously abus'd; I am as well in my wits, fool, as thou art. Clo. But as well! then thou art mad, indeed, if

you be no better in your wits than a fool.

Mal. They have here propertied me; keep me in

Nay, I am for all waters.] A Phrase taken from the Ador's Ability of making the Audience cry either with Mirth or Grief.

darkness,