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Sir To. And they have been grand Jury-men, fince before Noah was a Sailor.

Fab. She did shew Favour to the Youth in your Sight, only to exasperate you, to awake your dormouse Valour, to

put Fire in your Heart, and Brimstone in your Liver. You 1. Thould then have accosted her, and with some 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 baulkt. The double gilt of this opportunity you let Time wash off, and you are now fail'd into the North of my Lady's Opinion, where you will hang like an Isickle on a Dutchman's Beard, unless you do redeem it by fome Attempt, either of Valour or Policy.)

Sir And. And't be any way, it must be with Valour, for , Policy I hate: I had as lief be a Brownist,'as a Politician.

Sir To. Why then build me thy Fortune's upon the Basis of Valour. Challenge me the Duke's Youth to fight with him, hurt him in eleven Places, my Neice shall take Note of it, and assure thy self, there is no Love-broker in the World cap more prevail in Mens Commendation with Women, than Report of Valour.

Fab. There is no way but this, Sir Andrew.

Sir An, Will either of you bear me a Challenge to him?

Sir To. Go, write it in a martial Hand, be curft and brief: it is no matter how witty, so it be eloquent, and full of Invention; taunt him with the License of Ink; if thou thou'st him fome thrice, it shall not be amiss; and as many Lies as will lye in thy Sheet of Paper, although the Sheet were big enough for the Bed of Ware in England, set 'em down, and go about it. Let there be Gall enough in thy Ink, tho' thou write it with a Goose-Pen, no matter : About it.

Sir An. Where shall I find you?
Sir To. We'll call thee at the Cubiculo: Go.

[ Exit Sir Andrew. Fab. This is a dear Manakin to you, Sir Toby.

Sir To. I have been dear to him, Lad, fome two thousand strong, or so.

Fab. We fhall have a rare Letter from him; but you'll pot deliver's.

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Sir To. Never trust me then; and by all means stir on the Youth to an Answer. I think Oxen and Wain-ropes can not hale them together. For Andrew, if he were opend, and you

find so much Blood in his Liver as will clog the Foot of a Flea, I'll eat the rest of th’ Anatomy.

Fab. And his Opposite the Youth bears in his Visage no great Presage of Cruelty.

Enter Maria. Sir To. Look where the youngest Wren of mine comes.

Mar. If you desire the Spleen, and will laugh you felves into Stitches, follow me; yond gull Malvolio is turned Heathen, a very Reregado; for there is no Christian that means to be fav’d by believing rightly, can ever believe such impossible Passages of Grossness. He's in yellow Stockings.

Sir To. And Cross-garter'd?

Mar. Most villanoully; like a Pedant that keeps a School i'th' Church: I have dog'd him like his Murtherer. He does obey every Point of the Letter that I dropt to be tray him; he does smile 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 strike him; if the do, he'll smile, and tak’t for a great Favour. Sir To. Come, bring us, bring us where he is.


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SCENE III. The Street.

your Pains,

Enter Sebastian and Anthonio.
Seb. I would not hy my Will have troubled you,
But since you make your Pleasure of
I will no further chide you.

Ant. I could not stay behind you; my Desire,
More sharp than filed Steel, did spur me forth,
And not all Love to see you, tho' so much
As might have drawn one to a longer Voyage,
But Jealousie, what might befall your Travel,
Being skilless in these Parts; which to a Stranger,
Unguided and unfriended, often prove


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Rough and unhospitable. My willing Love,
The rather by these Arguments of Fear
Set forth in your Pursuit.

Seb. My kind Anthonio,
I can no other Answer make, but Thanks :
But were my Worth, as is my Conscience firm,
You should find better Dealing: What's to do?
Shall we go see the Relicks of this Town?
Ant. To Morrow, Sir, best first

go see your Lodging
Seb. I am not weary, and 'tis long to Night,
I pray you let us satisfie our Eyes
With the Memorials, and the Things of Fame
That do renown this City.

Ant. Would you'ld pardon me:
I do not without Danger walk these Streets.
Once in a Sea-fight ’gainst the Duke his Gallies,
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 Time, and Quarrel,
Might well have given us bloody Argument:
It might have since been answer'd in repaying
What we took from them, which for Traffick's sake
Most of our City did. Only my self 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 best to lodge: I will bespeak our Diet,
Whiles you beguile the time, and feed your Knowlege
With viewing of the Town, there shall you have me.

Seb. Why I your Purfe?

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.



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SCENE IV. Olivia's House.

Enter Olivia and Maria. Oli. I have sent after him; he says he'll come. How fhall I feast him? What bestow of him? For Youth is bought more oft, than begg’d, or borrow'd. I speak too loud; where's Malvolio, he is fad and civil, And suits well for a Servant with


Where is Malvolio?

Mar. He's coming, Madam:
But in very strange manner. He is sure pofleft, Madam,

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

Mar. No, Madam, he does nothing but smile; your La dyship were best to have some guard about you, if he come, for sure the Man is tainted in's Wits. Oli. Go, call him hither.

Enter Malvolio.
I am as mad as he,
If fad and merry Madness equal be.
How now, Malvolio?
Mal. Sweet Lady, ha, ha.

[Smile fantastically

. Oli. Smilst thou? I sent for thee upon a sad Occasion.

Mal. Sad Lady, I could be sad; This does make some Obftru&tion in the Blood; This cross-gartering, but what of that? If it please the Eye of one, it is with me as the very true Sonnet is: Please one, and please all.

Oli. Why? How do'st thou Man? What is the matter with thee?

Mal. Not black in my Mind, though yellow in my Legs : It did come to his Hands, and Commands shall be executed. I think we do know the 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 so, and kiss thy Hand so oft?

Mar. How do you, Malvolio?

Mal. At your Request !
Yes, Nightingales answer Daws.


Mar. Why appear you with this ridiculous Boldness before my Lady?

Mal. Be not afraid of Greatness; 'twas well writ.
Oli. What meanest thou by that, Malvolio?
Mal. Some are born great
Oli. Ha?
Mal. Some atchieve Greatness
Oli. What say'st 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. Wisd to see thee cross-garter'd —
Oli. Cross-garter'd?
Mal. Go to, thou art made, if thou defirst to be fo
Oli. Am I made?
Mal. If not, let me see thee a Servant still.
Qli. Why this is very Midsummer Madness.

Enter Servant.
Ser. Madam, the young Gentleman of the Duke Orsi-
no'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
Cousin Toby? let some of my People have a special Care of
him, I would not have him miscarry for the Half of my

[Exit. Mal. Oh, ho, do you come near me now? No worse Man than Sir Toby to look to me! This concurs dire@ly with the Letter, the fends him on purpose that I may appear stubborn to him; for she incites me to that in the Letter. Cast thy humble Slough, says she; be opposite with a Kinsman, surly with Servants, let thy Tongue tang with Arguments of State, put thy self into the Trick of Singularity, and consequently sets down the manner how; as a fad Face, a reverend Carriage, a Now 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

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