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Oli. My servant, sir! 'Twas never merry world
thoughts, Would they were blanks, rather than fill'd with me! Vio. Madam, I come to whet your gentle
thoughts On his behalf. Oli.
O, by your leave, I pray you,
To one of your
124. abuse, deceive.
131. receiving, understanding.
132. cypress, crape, 'Cyprus126. construction, sc. of my lawn,' of very thin transparent conduct.
Vio. I pity you. Oli.
That's a degree to love. Vio. No, not a grize ; for 'tis a vulgar proof, That very oft we pity enemies.
Oli. Why, then, methinks 'tis time to smile again. O world, how apt the poor are to be proud ! If one should be a prey, how much the better To fall before the lion than the wolf!
[Clock strikes. The clock upbraids me with the waste of time. Be not afraid, good youth, I will not have you : And yet, when wit and youth is come to harvest, Your wife is like to reap a proper man: There lies your way, due west. Vio. Then westward-ho! Grace and good dis
Oli. Stay :
Vio. That you do think you are not what you are.
Vio. Would it be better, madam, than I am ?
Oli. O, what a deal of scorn looks beautiful
135. grize, step.
Nor wit nor reason can my passion hide.
Vio. By innocence I swear, and by my youth,
Oli. Yet come again; for thou perhaps mayst
That heart, which now abhors, to like his love.
SCENE II. Olivia's house.
Enter SIR TOBY, SIR ANDREW, and FABIAN.
Fab. You must needs yield your reason, Sir Andrew.
Sir And. Marry, I saw your niece do more favours to the count's serving-man than ever she bestowed upon me; I saw 't i' the orchard.
Sir To. Did she see thee the while, old boy? tell me that.
Sir And. As plain as I see you now.
Sir And. 'Slight, will you make an ass o' me?
Fab. I will prove it legitimate, sir, upon the oaths of judgement and reason.
Sir To. And they have been grand - jurymen since before Noah was a sailor.
Fab. She did show favour to the youth in your sight only to exasperate you, to awake your 20 dormouse valour, to put fire in your heart, and brimstone in your liver. You should then have accosted her; and with some excellent jests, firenew from the mint, you should have banged the youth into dumbness. This was looked for at your hand, and this was balked: the double gilt of this opportunity you let time wash off, and you are now sailed into the north of my lady's opinion; where you will hang like an icicle on a Dutchman's beard, unless you do redeem it by some laudable attempt either of valour or policy.
Sir And. An'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 fortunes upon the basis of valour. Challenge me the count's youth to fight with him ; hurt him in eleven places: my niece shall take note of it; and assure thyself, there is no love - broker in the world can more prevail in man's commendation with woman than report of valour.
Fab. There is no way but this, Sir Andrew.
Sir And. Will either of you bear me a challenge to him?
Sir To. Go, write it in a martial hand; be
28. sailed into the north ...
passage to India.
They passed where you will hang like an icicle the winter in Nova Zembla on a Dutchman's beard. This is
(L. P. H. Eykman's letter to very possibly an allusion to the H. Conrad, quoted by latter in actual experiences of two Dutch Jahrbuch, xxxi. 199). men, Heemskirk and Barends, 34. Brownist, a dissenter, a who in 1596 sailed to the Arctic follower of Robert Browne, a Ocean in order to find a northern leading Puritan of the time.
curst and brief; it is no matter how witty, so it be
Sir And. Where shall I find you?
[Exit Sir Andrew. Fab. This is a dear manakin to you, Sir Toby.
Sir To. I have been dear to him, lad, some two thousand strong, or so.
Fab. We shall have a rare letter from him : but 60 you ’ll not deliver 't?
Sir To. Never trust me, then; and by all means stir on the youth to an answer. I think oxen and wainropes cannot hale them together. For Andrew, if he were opened, and you find so much blood in his liver as will clog the foot of a flea, I'll eat the rest of the 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 nine comes.
Mar. If you desire the spleen, and will laugh 46. curst, snappish.
contemporary receipts. 48. thou'st, addressest him 56. cubiculo, cubicle, apart. with 'thou' instead of you.' ment. 51. bed of Ware; celebrated 57. manakin,
contemptuous for its huge dimensions.
diminutive of 'man.' 52. gall.
Ox gall was one 70. the youngest wren of nine, of the regular constituents of a reference to Maria's diminutive Elizabethan ink, as is shown by stature,