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Ant. The gentleness of all the gods go with after midnight, is to be up betimes ; and dilua thee!

culo surgere, thou know'stI have many enemies in Orsino's court,

Sir And. Nay, by my troth, I know not : but Else would I very shortly see thee there : I know, to be up late, is to be up late. But, come what may, I do adore thee so,

Sir To. A false conclusion ; I hate it as an That danger shall seem sport, and I will go. unfilled can : To be up after midnight, and to

(Exit. go to bed then, is early; so that, to go to bed

after midnight, is to go to bed betimes. Do not SCENE II.-A street.

our lives consist of the four elements ?

Sir And. 'Faith, so they say ; but, I think, it Enter Viola; Malvolio following: rather consists of eating and drinking. Mal. Were not you even now with the count Sir To. Thou art a scholar; let us therefore ess Olivia ?

eat and drink.—Marian, I say ! -a stoop of Vio. Even now, sir; on a moderate pace I wine ! have since arrived but hither,

Enter Clown. Mal. She returns this ring to you, sir ; you might have saved me my pains, to have taken it Sir And. Here comes the fool, i'faith. away yourself. She adds moreover, that you Clo. How now, my hearts ? Did you never should put your lord into a desperate assurance see the picture of we three? she will none of him : And one thing more; that Sir To. Welcome, ass. Now, let's have a you be never so hardy to come again in his af-catch. fairs, unless it be to report your lord's taking of Sir And. By my troth, the fool has an excelthis. Receive it so.

lent breast. i had rather than forty shillings I Vio. She took the ring of me; I'll none of it. had such a leg; and so sweet a breath to sing,

Mal. Come, sir, you peevishly threw it to as the fool has. In sooth, thou wast in very graher; and her will is, it should be so returned : cious fooling last night, when thou spokest of if it be worth stooping for, there it lies in your Pigrogromitus, of the Vapians passing the equieye; if not, be it his that finds it. [Erit. noctial of Queubus ; 'twas very good, i'faith. I l'io. I left no ring with her : What means sent thee sixpence for thy leman; Hadst it? this lady?

Clo. I did impeticos thy gratillity; for MalFortune forbid, my outside have not charm’d volio's nose is no whipstock: My lady has a her!

white hand, and the Myrmidons are no bottleShe made good view of me; indeed, so much, ale houses. That, sure, methought, her eyes had lost her Sir And. Excellent! Why, this is the best tongue,

fooling, when all is done. Now, a song: For she did speak in starts distractedly.

Sir To. Come on; there is sixpence for you : She loves me, sure; the cunning of her passion let's have a song. Invites me in this churlish messenger.

Sir And. There's a testril of me too : if one None of my lord's ring ! why, he sent her none. knight give aI am the man ;-If it be so, (as ’tis,)

Clo. Would you have a love-song, or a song Poor lady, she were better love a dream. of good life? Disguise, I see, thou art a wickedness,

Sir To. A love-song, a love-song.
Wherein the pregnant enemy does much. Sir And. Ay, ay ; I care not for good life,
How easy is it for the proper-false
In women's waxen hearts to set their forms !

SONG.
Alas, our frailty is the cause, not we;
For, such as we are made of, such we be.

Clo. O mistress mine, where are you roaming ? How will this fadge? My master loves her 0, stay and hear ; your true love's codearly ;

ming, And I, poor monster, fond as much on him;

That can sing both high and low : And she, mistaken, seems to dote on me:

Trip no further, pretty sweeting ; What will become of this! As I am man,

Journeys end in lovers' meeting,
My state is desperate for my master's love ;

Every wise man's son doth know.
As I am woman, now alas the day!
What thriftless sighs shall poor Olivia breathe ? Sir And. Excellent good, i'faith!
O time, thou must untangle this, not I;

Sir To. Good, good.
It is too hard a knot for me to untie.

Clo. What is love? 'tis not hereafter ; SCENE III.-A room in Olivia's house.

Present mirth hath present laughter;

What's to come, is still unsure :
Enter Sir Toby Belch, and Sir ANDREW

In delay there lies no plenty ;
AGUE-CHEEK.

Then come kiss me, sweet-and-twenty, Sir To. Approach, sir Andrew: not to be a-bed Youth's a stuff will not endure.

[Erit.

needs be gone.

Sir And. A mellifluous voice, as I am true Sir To. Farewell, dear heart, since I must

knight. Sir To. A contagious breath.

Mar. Nay, good sir Toby. Sir And. Very sweet and contagious, i'faith. Clo. His eyes do shew his days are almost

Sir To. To hear by the nose, it is dulcet in done. contagion. But shall we make the welkin dance Mal. Is't even so ? indeed ? Shall we rouse the night-owl in a catch, Sir To. But I will never die. that will draw three souls out of one weaver ? Clo. Sir Toby, there you lie. shall we do that?

Mal. This is much credit to you. Sir And. An you love me, let's do't: I am Sir To. Shall I bid him go? [Singing. dog at a catch.

Clo. What an if you do? Clo. By’r lady, sir, and some dogs will catch Sir To. Shall í bid him go, and spare not ? 'well.

Clo. O no, no, no, no, you dare not. Sir And. Most certain : let our catch be, Thou Sir To. Out o'time? sir, ye lie.--Art any knave.

more than a steward ? Dost thou think, because Clo. Hold thy peace, thou kenave, knight? I thou art virtuous, there shall be no more cakes shall be constrained in't to call thee knave, knight. and ale ?

Sir And. 'Tis not the first time I have con Clo. Yes, by Saint Anne; and ginger shall strain’d one to call me knave. Begin, fool ; it be hot i'the mouth too. begins, Hold thy peace.

Sir To. Thou’rt i'the right.-Go, sir, rub your Clo. I shall never begin, if I hold my peace. chain with crums :-A stoop of wine, Maria ! Sir And. Good, i'faith! Come, begin.

Mal. Mistress Mary, if you prized my lady's [They sing a catch. favour at any thing more than contempt, you

would not give means for this uncivil rule; she Enter MARIA. shall know of it, by this hand.

[Erit. Mar. What a catterwauling do you keep here ! Mar. Go shake your ears. If my lady have not called up her steward, Mal Sir And. 'Twere as good a deed as to drink volio, and bid him turn you out of doors, never when a man's a-hungry, to challenge him to the trust me.

field; and then to break promise with him, and Sir To. My lady's a Cataian, we are politi- make a fool of him. cians ; Malvolio's a Peg-a-Ramsey, and Three Sir To. Do't, knight ; I'll write thee a chalmerry men be we. Am not I consanguineous ? | lenge ; or I'll deliver thy indignation to him by am I not of her blood ? Tilley-valley, lady! word of mouth. There dwelt a man in Babylon, lady, lady! Mar. Sweet sir Toby, be patient for to-night;

[Singing. since the youth of the count's was to-day with Clo. Beshrew me, the knight's in admirable my lady, she is much out of quiet. For moufooling.

sieur Malvolio, let me alone with him: if I do Sir And. Ay, he does well enough, if he be not gull him into a nayword, and make him a disposed, and so do I too; he does it with a common recreation, do not think I have wit better grace, but I do it more natural.

enough to lie straight in my bed : I know, I can Sir To. O, the twelfth day of December, - do it.

[Singing. Sir To. Possess us, possess us ; tell us someMar. For the love o' God, peace.

thing of him.

Mar. Marry, sir, sometimes he is a kind of Enter Malvolio.

Puritan. Mal. My masters, are you mad? or what are Sir And. O, if I thought th, I'd beat him you ? Have you no wit, manners, nor honesty, like a dog. but to gabble like tinkers at this time of night? Sir To. What, for being a lirican? thy exDo ye make an alehouse of my lady's house, quisite reason, dear knight. that ye squeak out your coziers' catches without Şir And. I have no exquisite reason for't, but any mitigation or remorse of voice? Is there no I have reason good enough. respect of place, persons, nor time, in you? Mar. The devil a Puritan that he is, or any

Sir. To. We did keep time, sir, in our catches. thing constantly but a time pleaser ; an affecSneck up !

tioned ass, that cons state without book, and utMal. Sir Toby, I must be round with you. ters it by great swarths: the best persuaded of My lady bade me tell you, that, though she har- himself, so crammed, as he thinks, with excelbours you as her kinsman, she's nothing allied | lencies, that it is his ground of faith, that all, to your disorders. If you can separate yourself that look on him, love him; and on that vice in and your inisdemeanours, you are welcome to him will my revenge find notable cause to work. the house ; if not, an it would please you to Sir To. What wilt thou do? take leave of her, she is very willing to bid you Mar. I will drop in his way some obscure farewell.

epistles of love ; wherein, by the colour of his

years, i'faith?

beard, the shape of his leg, the manner of his Save, in the constant image of the creature gait, the expressure of his eye, forehead, and That is belov’d.—How dost thou like this tune? complexion, he shall find himself most feeling Vio. It gives a very echo to the seat, ly personated : I can write very like my lady, Where love is thron'd. your niece ; on a forgotten matter we can hard Duke. Thou dost speak masterly: ly make distinction of our hands.

My life upon't, young though thou art, thine eye Sir To. Excellent! I smell a device.

Hath stay'd upon some favour that it loves ; Sir And. I hav't in my nose too.

Hath it not, boy? Sir To. He shall think, by the letters that Vio. A little, by your favour. thou wilt drop, that they come from my niece, Duke. What kind of woman is't? and that she is in love with him.

Vio. Of your complexion. Mar. My purpose is, indeed, a horse of that Duke. She is not worth thee then. What colour.

Sir And. And your horse now would make Vio. About your years, my lord. him an ass.

Duke. Too old, by heaven: Let still the woMar. Ass, I doubt not.

man take Sir And. 0, 'twill be admirable.

An elder than herself ; so wears she to him, Mar. Sport royal, I warrant you: I know, So sways she level in her husband's heart. my physick will work with him. I will plant For, boy, however we do praise ourselves, you two, and let the fool make a third, where Our fancies are more giddy and unfirm, he shall find the letter ; observe his construction More longing, wavering, sooner lost and worn, of it. For this night, to bed, and dream on the Than women's are. event. Farewell.

[Exit. Vio. I think it well, my lord. Sir To. Good night, Penthesilea.

Duke. Then let thy love be younger than Sir And. Before me, she's a good wench.

thyself, Sir To. She's a beagle, true-bred, and one Or thy affection cannot hold the bent: that adores me; what ó that?

For women are as roses; whose fair flower, Sir And. I was adored once too.

Being once display'd, doth fall that very hour. Sir To. Let's to bed, knight.— Thou hadst Vio. And so they are: alas, that they are so ; need send for more money.

To die, even when they to perfection grow! Sir And. If I cannot recover your niece, I am a foul way out.

Re-enter Curio, and Clown. Sir To. Send for money, knight; if thou hast Duke. O fellow, come, the song we had last her not i'the end, call me Cut.

night : Sir And. If I do not, never trust me, take it Mark it, Cesario; it is old, and plain : how you will.

The spinsters and the knitters in the sun, Sir To. Come, come; I'll go burn some sack, And the free maids, that weave their thread with 'tis too late to go to bed now : come, knight;

bones, come, knight.

[Ereunt. Do use to chaunt it; it is silly sooth,

And dallies with the innocence of love, SCENE IV.-A room in the Duke's palace.

Like the old age.

Clo. Are you ready, sir?
Enter Duke, VIOLA, Curio, and others. Duke. Ay; pr’ythee, sing. [Musick.
Duke. Give me some musick :-Now, good
morrow, friends :-

SONG.
Now, good Cesario, but that piece of song,
That old and antique song we heard last night; Clo. Come away, come away, death,
Methought it did relieve my passion much; And in sad cypress let me be laid ;
More than light airs and recollected terms,

Fly away, fly away, breath;
Of these most brisk and giddy-paced times : I am slain by a fair cruel maid.
Come, but one verse.

My shroud of white, stuck all with yew, Cur. He is not here, so please your lordship,

0, prepare it : that should sing it.

My part of death no one so true Duke. Who was it?

Did share it. Cur. Feste, the jester, my lord; a fool, that t'ie lady Olivia's father took' much delight in; Not a flower, not a flower sweet, he is about the house.

On my black coffin let there be strown; Duke. Seek him out, and play the tune the Not a friend, not a friend greet while.

[Exit Curio.Musick. My poor corpse, where my bones shall be thrown, Come hither, boy ; if ever thou shalt love,

A thousand thousand sighs to save, In the sweet pangs of it remember me :

Lay me, 0, where Por, such as I am, all true lovers are ;

Sad true lover ne'er find my grave, L'nstaid and skittish in all motions else,

To weep there.

Duke. There's for thy pains.

Duke. But died thy sister of her love, my boy? Clo. No pains, sir ; I take pleasure in singing,

Vio. I am all the daughters of my father's house, sir.

And all the brothers too ;--and yet I know not ;-Duke. I'll pay thy pleasure then.

Sir, shall I to this lady? Clo. Truly, sir, and pleasure will be paid, one Duke. Ay, that's the theme. time or another.

To her in haste ; give her this jewel ; say, Duke. Give me now leave to leave thee. My love can give no place, bide no denay. Clo. Now, the melancholy god protect thee ;

(Eseunt. and the tailor make thy doublet of changeable taffata, for thy mind is a very opal !- I would have men of such constancy put to sea, that their

SCENE V.-Olivia's garden. business might be every thing, and their intent every where ; for that's it, that always makes a

Enter Sir Toby Belch, Sir ANDREW AGCEgood voyage of nothing.–Farewell.

CHEEK, and FABIAN.

[Exit Clown. Sir To. Come thy ways, signior Fabian. Duke. Let all the rest give place.

Fab. Nay, I'll come; if I lose a scruple of [Ereunt Curio and attendants. this sport, let me be boiled to death with melanOnce more, Cesario,

choly Get thee to yon' same sovereign cruelty :

Sir To. Would'st thou not be glad to have Tell her, my love, more noble than the world, the niggardly rascally sheep-biter come by some Prizes not quantity of dirty lands :

notable shame? The parts, that fortune hath bestow'd upon her, Fab. I would exult, man ; you know, he Tell her, I hold as giddily as fortune ;

brought me out of favour with my lady, about a But 'tis that miracle, and queen of gems,

bear-baiting here. That nature pranks her in, attracts my soul. Sir To. To anger him, we'll have the bear

Vio. But, if she cannot love you, sir? again; and we will fool him black and blue:Duke. I cannot be so answer'd.

Shall we not, sir Andrew ? Vio. 'Sooth, but you must.

Sir And. An we do not, it is pity of our lives. Say, that some lady, as, perhaps, there is, Hath for

Enter Maria. your love as great a pang of heart As you have for Olivia : you cannot love her ; Sir To. Here comes the little villain :- How You tell her so: Must she not then be answer'd ? now, my nettle of India? Duke. There is no woman's sides,

Mar. Get ye all three into the box-tree: MalCan bide the beating of so strong a passion volio's coming down this walk; he has been As love doth give my heart: no woman's heart yonder i'the sun, practising behaviour to his So big, to hold so much ; they lack retention. own shadow, this half hour: observe him, for Alas, their love may be called appetite, the love of mockery; for, I know, this letter No motion of the liver, but the palate, will make a contemplative ideot of him. Close, That suffer surfeit, cloyment, and revolt; in the name of jesting! [The men hide themBut mine is all as hungry as the sea,

selves. 7 Lie thou there ; [throws down a letAnd can digest as much : make no compare ter.] for here comes the trout, that must be Between that love a woman can bear me, caught with tickling.

[Erit Maria. And that I owe Olivia.

Enter Malvolio.
Vio. Ay, but I know,-
Duke. What dost thou know?

Mal. 'Tis but fortune; all is fortune. Maria Vio. Too well what love women to men may once told me, she did affect me: and I have

heard herself come thus near, that, should she In faith, they are as true of heart as we. fancy, it should be one of my complexion. BeMy father had a daughter lov'd a man,

sides, she uses me with a more exalted respect, As it might be, perhaps, were I a woman, than any one else that follows her. What should I should your lordship.

I think on't? Duke. And what's her history?

Sir To. Here's an over-weening rogue ! Vio. A blank, my lord : She never told her Fab. O, peace! Contemplation makes a rare love,

turkey-cock of him; how he jets under his adBut let concealment, like a worm i'the bud, vanced plumes ! Feed on her damask cheek: she pin’d in thought; Sir And. 'Slight, I could so beat the rogue! And, with a green and yellow melancholy,

Sir To. Peace, I say.
She sat like patience on a monument,

Mal. To be count Malvolio ;-
Smiling at grief. Was not this love, indeed ? Sir To. Ah, rogue !
We men may say more, swear more: but, in Sir And. Pistol him, pistol him.
deed,

Sir To. Peace, peace!
Our shows are more than will ; for still we prove Mal. There is example for’t ; the lady of the
Much in our vows, but little in our love. strachy married the yeoman of the wardrobe.

owe:

eje!

Sir And. Fie on him, Jezebel !

Mal. [Reads.] Jove knows, I love : Fab. O, peace! now he's deeply in; look,

But who? how imagination blows him.

Lips do not move, Mal . Having been three months married to

No man must know. her, sitting in my state,

No man must know.- What follows the numa Sir To. O, for a stone-bow, to hit him in the bers altered !-No man must know :-If this

should be thee, Malvolio? Mal. Calling my officers about me, in my Sir To. Marry, hang thee, brock! branched velvet gown; having come from a day Mal. I may command, where I adore : bed, where I left Olivia sleeping:

But silence, like a Lucrece knife, Sir To. Fire and brimstone!

With bloodless stroke my heart doth gore; Fab. O, peace, peace!

M, 0, A, I, doth sway my life. Mal. And then to have the humour of state: Fab. A fustian riddle ! and after a demure travel of regard,—telling Sir To. Excellent wench, say I. them, I know my place, as I would they should Mal. M, O, A, I, doth sway my life..Nay, do theirs,—to ask for my kinsman Toby: but first, let me see, - let me see,-let me see. Sir To. Bolts and shackles !

Fab. What a dish of poison has she dressed Fab. O, peace, peace, peace ! now, now. him!

Mal. Seven of my people, with an obedient Sir To. And with what wing the stannyel start, make out for him: I frown the while ; checks at it! and, perchance, wind up my watch, or play Mal. I may command where I adore. Why, with some rich jewel. Toby approaches; court'- she may command me; I serve her, she is my sies there to me:

lady. Why, this is evident to any formal capaSir To. Shall this fellow live?

city. There is no obstruction in this :- And the Fab. Though our silence be drawn from us end,—What should that alphabetical position with cars, yet peace.

portend ? if I could make that resemble some Mal. 1 extend my hand to him thus, quench- thing in me,-Softly !-M, 0, A, 1. ing my familiar smile with an austere regard of Sir To. O, ay! make up that:-he is now at control :

a cold scent. Sir To. And does not Toby take you a blow Fab. Sowter will cry upon't, for all this, o'the lips then ?

though it be as rank as a fox. Mal. Saying, Cousin Toby, my fortunes ha Mal. M,-Malvolio ;-M,—why, that begins ring cast me on your niece, give me this preroga- my name. tive of speech:

Fab. Did not I say, he would work it out! Sir To. What, what?

the cur is excellent at faults. Mal. You must amend your drunkenness. Mal. M,-But then there is no consonancy Sir To. Out, scab!

in the sequel ; that suffers under probation : A Fab. Nay, patience, or we break the sinews should follow, but o does. of our plot.

Fab. And O shall end, I hope. Mal. Besides, you waste the treasure of your Sir To. Ay, or I'll cudgel him, and make him time with a foolish knight; Sir And. That's me, I warrant you.

Mal. And then I comes behind ; Mal. One sir Andrew :

Fab. Ay, an you had any eye behind you, Sir And. I knew, 'twas I; for many do call you might see more detraction at your heels, me fool.

than fortunes before you. 7 Mal. What employment have we here? Mal. M, 0, A, 1;-This simulation is not

[Taking up the letter. | as the former:—and yet, to crush this a little, it Fab. Now is the woodcock near the gin. would bow to me, for every one of these letters Sir To. O, peace ! and the spirit of humours are in my name. Soft ; here follows prose. If intimate reading aloud to him !

this fall into thy hand, revolve. In my stars I Mal. By my life, this is my lady's hand : am above thee ; but be not afraid of greatness : these be her very, C's, her U's, and her T's; Some are born great, some achieve greatness, and and thus makes she her great P's. It is, in some have greatness thrust upon them. Thy fates contempt of question, her hand.

open their hands ; let thy blood and spirit emSir And. Her C's, her U's, and her T's : brace them. And, to inure thyself to what thou Why that?

art like to be, cast thy humble slough, and appear Mal. [Reads.] To the unknown beloved, this, fresh. Be opposite with a kinsman, surly with and my good wishes : her very phrases !—By servants : let thy tongue tang arguments of state ; your leave, wax.-Soft !—and the impressure put thyself into the trick of singularity: She thus her Lucrece, with which she uses to seal: 'tis advises thee, that sighs for thee. Remember who my lady: To whom should this be?

commended thy yellow stockings; and wished to Fab. This wins him, liver and all.

see thee ever cross-garter'd: I say, remember.

cry, 0.

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