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Oli. My servant, sir! 'Twas never merry world
Since lowly feigning was call'd compliment :
You 're servant to the Count Orsino, youth.
Vio. And he is yours, and his must needs be

Your servant's servant is your servant, madam.
Oli. For him, I think not on him: for his

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,
I bade you never speak again of him :
But, would you undertake another suit,
I had rather hear you to solicit that
Than music from the spheres.

Dear lady,–
Oli. Give me leave, beseech you. I did send,
After the last enchantment you did here,
A ring in chase of you : so did I abuse
Myself, my servant and, I fear me, you :
Under your hard construction must I sit,
To force that on you, in a shameful cunning,
Which you knew none of yours : what might you

Have you not set mine honour at the stake
And baited with all the unmuzzled thoughts
That tyrannous heart can think?

To one of your
Enough is shown: a cypress, not a bosom,
Hideth my heart. So, let me hear you speak.

130 140

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

Attend your ladyship!
You 'll nothing, madam, to my lord by me?

Oli. Stay :
I prithee, tell me what thou think 'st of me.

Vio. That you do think you are not what you are.
Oli. If I think so, I think the same of you.
Vio. Then think you right: I am not what I am.
Oli. I would you were as I would have you be !

Vio. Would it be better, madam, than I am ?
I wish it might, for now I am your fool.

Oli. O, what a deal of scorn looks beautiful
In the contempt and anger of his lip!
A murderous guilt shows not itself more soon
Than love that would seem hid: love's night is 160

Cesario, by the roses of the spring,
By maidhood, honour, truth and every thing,
I love thee so, that, maugre all thy pride,

135. grize, step.
ib. vulgar proof, ordinary experience.


Nor wit nor reason can my passion hide.
Do not extort thy reasons from this clause,
For that I woo, thou therefore hast no cause;
But rather reason thus with reason fetter,
Love sought is good, but given unsought is better.

Vio. By innocence I swear, and by my youth,
I have one heart, one bosom and one truth,
And that no woman has; nor never none
Shall mistress be of it, save I alone.
And so adieu, good madam : never more
Will I my master's tears to you deplore.

Oli. Yet come again; for thou perhaps mayst



That heart, which now abhors, to like his love.


SCENE II. Olivia's house.

Sir And. No, faith, I 'll not stay a jot longer.
Sir To. Thy reason, dear venom, give thy


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.
Fab. This was a great argument of love in her


toward you.

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
eloquent and full of invention : taunt him with the
license of ink: if thou thou 'st him some thrice, it
shall not be amiss; and as many lies as will lie in
thy sheet of paper, although the sheet were big 50
enough for the bed of Ware in England, set 'em
down: go, about it. Let there be gall enough in
thy ink, though thou write with a goose-pen, no
matter : about it.

Sir And. 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, 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,


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