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his lord and my niece confirms no less; therefore this, what my offence to him is; it is something of my meletter, being so excellently ignorant, will breed moter- gligence, nothing of my purpose.

ror in the youth, he will find it comes from a clodpole. But, sir, I will deliver his challenge by word of mouth; set upon Ague-cheek a notable report of valour; and drive the gentleman, (as, I know, his youth will aptly receive it,) into a most hideous opinion of his rage, skill, fury, and impetuosity. This will so fright them both, that they will kill one another by the look, like cockatrices.

Inter Olivia and Viola. Fab. Here he comes with your niece: give them way, till he take leave, and presently after him Sir To. I will meditate the while upon some horrid message for a challenge. [Ereunt Sir Toby, Fabian, and Maria. Olf. I have said too much unto a heart of stone, And laid mine honour too unchary out: There's something in me, that reproves my fault; But such a headstrong potent fault it is, That it but mocks reproof. Vio. With the same 'haviour, that your passion bears, Go on my master's griefs. Olf. Here, wear this jewel for me, ’tis my picture; Refuse it not, it hath notongue to vex you : And, I beseech you, come again to-morrow. What shall you ask of me, that I’ll deny; That honour, sav'd, may upon asking give? Pro. Nothing but this, your true love for my master. Oli. How with mine honour may I give him that, Which I have given to you? Wio. I will acquit you. oli. Well, come again to-morrow! Fare thee well! A fiend, like thee, might bear my soul to hell. [Brit.

Re-enter Sir Toby Belch, and FAbias. Sir To. Gentleman, God save thee. J’io. And you, sir. Sir To. That defence thou hast, betake thee to't: of what mature the wrongs are thou hast done him, I know not; but thy intercepter, full of despite, bloody as the hunter, attends thee at the orchard end: dismount thy tuck, be yare in thy preparation, for thy assailant is quick, skilful, and deadly. Poio. You mistake, sir; I am sure, no man hath any i. to me; my remembrance is very free and clear rom any image of offence done to any man. Sir To. You'll find it otherwise, l assure you : therefore, if you hold your life at any price, betake you to your guard; for your opposite hath in him what youth, strength, skill, and wrath, can furnish man withal. Pro. I pray you, sir, what is he? Sir To. He is knight, dubbed with unhacked rapier, and on carpet consideration; but he is a devil in private brawl: souls and bodies hath he divorced three; and his incensement at this moment is so implacable, that satisfaction can be mone but by pangs of death and sepulchre: hob, nob, is his word; give’t, or take’t. Wid. I will return again into the house, and desire some conduct of the lady. I am no fighter, I have heard of some kind of men, that put quarrels purposely on others, to taste their valour: belike, this is a man of that quirk. Sir To. Sir, no; his indignation derives itself out of a very competent injury; therefore, get you on, and give him his desire : Back you shall not to the house, unless you undertake that with me,which with as much safety you might answer him: therefore, on, or strip

this gentleman till my return.

Sir To. I will do so. — Signior Fabian, stay you by [Erit Sir Toby. Pro. Pray you, sir, do you know of this matter?

Fab. I know, the knight is incensed against you, even

to a mortal arbitrement; but nothing of the circumstance more.

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IRe-enter FAb1AN and Viol, A. I have his horses to Fab.]to take up the quarrel; Ihave persuaded him the youth's a devil. Fab. He is as horribly conceited of him; and pants, and looks pale, as if a bear were at his heels. Sir To. There's no remedy, sir; he will fight with you for his oath sake: marry,he hath better bethought him of his quarrel, and he finds that now scarce to be worth talking of: therefore draw, for the supportance of his vow ; he protests, he will not hurt you. Pro. Pray God defend me! A little thing would make me tell them, how much I lack of a man. [Aside. Fub. Give ground, if you see him furious ! Sir To. Come, sir Andrew, there's no remedy; the gentleman will, for his honour's sake, haveone bout with you; he cannot by the duello avoid it; but he ho promised me, as he is agentleman and a soldier, he will not hurt you. Come on ; toot. Sir And. Pray God he keep his oath!

Enter ANToxio. Poio. I do assure you, 'tis against my will. [Draws. Ant. Put up your sword:— if this young gentleman Have done offence, I take the faulton me; If you offend him, I for him defy you. Sir To. You, sir? why, what are you? Ant. One, sir, that for his love dares yet do more, Than you have heard him brag to you he will. Sir To. Nay, if you be an undertaker, I am for you. {Draws.

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Enter two officers. Fab. O good sir Toby, hold; here come the officers.

your sword stark naked; for meddle you must, that's

certain, or forswear to wear iron about you. Poio. This is as uncivil, as strange. I beseech you,

dome this courteous office, as to know of the knight

Sir To. I'll be with you anon. [To Antonio. Kio. Pray, sir, put up your sword, if you please.

- [To Sir Andrew. Sir. And, Marry, will I, sir; – and, for that I pro

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mised you, I'll be as good as my word: he will bear
you easily, and reins well. s
1 off. This is the man; dothy office.
20s. Antonio, I arrest thee at the suit
Of count Orsino.
Ans. You do mistake me, sir.
10s. No, sir, mojot; I know your favour well,
Though now you have no sea-cap on your head.
Take him away! he knows, I know him well.
Ant. I must obey.—This comes with seeking you;
Butthere's no remedy I shall answer it.
What will you do? Now my necessity
Makes me to ask you for my purse: it grieves me
Much more, for what I cannot do for you,
Than what befalls myself. You stand amaz'd ;
But be of comfort
20ff Come, sir, away!
Ant. I must entreat of you some of that money.
Fio. What money, sir?
For the fair kindness you have show'd me here,
And, part, being prompted by your present trouble,
Out of my lean and low ability
I'll lend you something: my having is not much;
Tilmake division of my present with you:
Hold, there is half my coffer.
Ant. Will you deny me now?
Is’t possible, that my deserts to you
Can lack persuasion ? Do not tempt my misery,
Lest that it make me so unsound a man,
As to upbraid you with those kindnesses
That I have done for you.
Pio. I know of none;
Nor know I you by voice, or any feature:
I hate ingratitude more in a man,
Than lying, vainness, babbling, drunkenness,
Or any taint of vice, whose strong corruption
Inhabits our frail blood.
Ant. O Heavens themselves!
2Off. Come, sir, I pray you, go.
Ant. Let me speak a little. This youth, that you
see here,
Isnatch'd onc half out of the jaws of death;
Reliev'd him with such sanctity of love, ––
And to his image, which, methought, did promise
Most venerable worth, did I devotion.
1 off. What's that to us? The time goes by ; away!
Ant. But, O, how vile an idol proves this god!—
Thou hast, Sebastian, done good feature shame.—
In nature there's no blemish, but the mind;
None can be call'd deform’d, but the unkind:
Virtue is beauty; but the beauteous-evil
Are empty trunks, o'erflourish’d by the devil.
1 off. The mangrows mad; away with him :
Come, come, sir.
Ant. Lead me on. [Ereunt Officers with Antonio.
Pio. Methinks, his words do from such passion fly,
That he believes himself; so do not I.
Prove true, imagination, O, prove true,
That I, dear brother, be now ta'en for you!
Sir To. Come hither, knight; come hither, Fabian;
we'll whisper o'er a couplet or two of most sage saws.
Vio. He nam’d Sebastian; I my brother know
Yet living in my glass; even such, and so,
In favour was my brother; and he went
Still in this fashion, colour, ornament,
For him I imitate: 0, if it prove,

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Clo. Will you make me believe, that I am not sent for you? Seb. Go to, go to, thou art a foolish fellow ! Let me be clear of thee! Clo. Well held out, i'faith ! No, I do not know you ; nor Ham not sent to you by my lady, to bid you come speak with her; nor your name is not master Cesario; nor this is not my nose neither. – Nothing, that is so, 1S so. Seb. pr’ythee, veut thy folly somewhere else! Thou know'st not me. Clo. Vent my folly! He has heard that word of some great man, and now applies it to a fool. Vent my folly! I am afraid this greatlubber, the world, will prove a cockney. —I pr’ythee now, ungird thy strangeness, and tell me, what I shall vent to my lady; shall I vent to her, that thou art coming? Seb. I pr’ythee, foolish Greek, depart from me; There’s money for thee; if you tarry longer, I shall give worse payment. Clo. By my troth, thou hast an open hand – These wise men, that give fools money.get themselves a good report after fourteen years purchase. Enter Sir Asphew, Sir Toby, and FAbt Ax.

Sir And. Now, sir, have I met you again? there's for you. [Striking Sebastian. 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 some of yor coats for two-pence. | Exit Clou'n. Sir To. Come on, sir; hold. [Holding Sebastian. Sir And. Nay, let him alone, I'll go another way to work with him; I'll have an action of battery against him, if there be any law in Płlyria: though I struck him first, yet it's no matter for that. Seb. Let go thy hands Sir To. Come, sir, I will not let you go. Come, my young soldier, put up your iron: you are well fleshed; come on 1 Seb. I will be free from thee. What would'st thou now 2 If thou dar'sttempt me further, draw thy sword! [Draws. Sir To. What, what? Nay, then I must have an ounce or two of his malapert blood from you. [Draws. Enter Olivia. Oli. Hold, Toby; on thy life, I charge thee, hold ! Sir To. Madam? 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 sight ! —

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his friend here in necessity, and denying him; and for Let thy fair wisdom, not thy passion, sway

his cowardship, ask Fabian.

In this uncivil and unjust extent

Fab. A coward, a most devout coward, religious in it. Against thy peace! Go with me to my house;

Sir And, 'Slid, I'll after him again, and beat him.

And hear thou there, how many fruitless pranks

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beard; make him believe, thou art sir Topas the curate; do it quickly: I’ll call sir Toby the whilst. [Exit Maria. Clo. Well, I'll put it on, and I will dissemble myself in’t; and I would I were the first, that ever dissembled in such a gown. I am not fat enough to become the function well; nor lean enough to be thought a good student: but to be said, an honest man, and a good housekeeper, goes as fairly, as to say, a careful man, and a great scholar. The competitors enter. Enter Sir Toby Belch and MARIA. Sir To. Jove bless thee, master parson! Clo. Bonos dies, sir Toby: for as the old hermit of Prague, that neversaw pen and ink, very wittily said to a niece of king Gorboduc, That, that is, is: so I, being master parson,am master parson: for what is that, but that? and is, but is? Sir To. To him, sir Topas. Clo. What, hoa, I say,+Peace in this prison' Sir To. The knave counterfeits well; a good knave. Mal. [in an inner chamber.] Who calls there? Clo. Sir Topas, the curate, who comes to visit Mal

volio, the lunatic. Mal. Sir Topas, sir Topas, good sir Topas, go to my lady. . Out, hyperbolical fiend! how vexest thou this man? talkest thou nothing but of ladies 2 Sir To. Well said, master parson. Mal. Sir Topas, never was man thus wronged: good sir Topas, do not think, I am mad; they have laid me here in hideous darkness. Clo. Fye, thou dishonest Sathan ' I call thee by the most modest terms; for I am one of those gentle ones, that will use the devil himself with courtesy: say'st thou, that house is dark? Mal. As hell, sir Topas.

Tell me hou, thy lady does. [Singing. Mal. Fool,

Clo. My lady is unkind, perdy.

Mal. Fool,

Clo. Alas, why is she so?

Mal. Fool, I say; —
Clo. She loves another—Who calls, ha?
Mal. Good fool, as ever thou wilt deserve 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. Master Malvolio ! Mal. Ay, good fool. Clo. Alas, sir, how fell you besides your five wits? Mal. Fool, there was never man so notoriously abused : I am as well in my wits, fool, as thou art. Clo. But as well ? them you are mad, indeed, if you be no better in your wits than a fool. Mal. They have here propertied me; keep me in darkness, send ministers to me, asses, and do all they can to face me out of my wits. Clo. Advise you what you say; the ministerishere.— Malvolio, Malvolio, thy wits the heavens restore' endeavour thyself to sleep, and leave thy vain bibble babble.

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Clo. Why, it hath bay—windows transparent as barricadoes, and the clear stones towards the south-north are as lustrons as ebony; and yet complainest thou of obstruction :

Mal. I am not mad, sir Topas; I say to you, this house is dark.

Clo. Madman, thou errest: I say, there is no darkness, but ignorance; in which thou art more puzzled,

than the Egyptians in their fog.

and light, and convey what I will set down to my lady: it shall advantage thee more, than ever the bearing of letter did. Clo. I will help you to't. But tell me true, are you not mad indeed? or do you but counterfeit?, Mal. Believeme, I am not; I tell thee true. Clo. Nay, I'll ne'er believe a madman, till I see his brains. I will fetch you light, and paper, and ink.

Mal. I say, this house is as dark as ignorance, though Mal. Fool, I'll requite it in the highest degree: I ignorance were as dark as hell; and I say, there was pr’ythee, be gone.

never man thus abused: 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 soul of our grandam might haply inhabit a bird. Clo. What thinkest thou of his opinion? Mal. I think nobly of the soul, and no way approve his opinion. Clo. Fare thee well! Remain thou still in darkness: thou shalt hold the opinion of Pythagoras, ere I will allow of thy wits; and fear to kill a woodcock, lesti

I am gone, sir, And anon, sir, I'll be with you again, In a trice, Like to the old vice, Your need to sustain : JWho with dagger of lath, In his rage and his wrath, Cries, ah, ha! to the devil' Like a madlad, Pare thy nails, dad, Adieu, goodman drivel?

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SCENEIII.-Olivia's garden.
Enter SEBAstiAN.

Seb. This is the air; that is the glorious sun;
This pearl she gave me, I do feel’t, and see’t:
And though 'tis wonder that enwraps me thus,
Yet 'tis not madness. Where's Antonio then?
I could not find him at the Elephant:
Yet there he was ; and there I found this credit,
That he did range the town to seek me out.
His counsel now might do me golden service:
For though my soul disputes well with my sense,
That this may be some error, but no madness,
Yet doth this accident and flood offortune
So far exceed all instance, all discourse,
That I am ready to distrust mine eyes,
And wrangle with my reason, that persuades me
To any other trust, but that I am mad,
Orelse the lady’s mad; yet, if 'twere so,
She could not sway her house, command her followers,
lake, and give back, affairs, and their despatch,
With such a smooth, discreet, and stable bearing,
As I perceive, she does: there's something in't,
That is deceivable. But here comes the laby.

Enter Olivia and a Priest.

Oli Blame not this haste of mine! If you mean well, Now go with me, and with this holy man, Into the chantry by: there, before him, And underneath that consecrated roof, Plight me the full assurance of your faith; That my most jealons and too doubtful soul May live at peace! He shall conceal it, Whiles you are willing it shall come to note; What time we will our celebration keep According to my birth.-What do you say?

Seb., I'll follow this good man, and go with you; And, having sworn truth, ever will be true.

Oli. Then lead the way, good father; — and hea

vens so shine,

That they may fairly note this act of mine! [Exeunt.

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Fab. Now, as thou lovest me, let me see his letter. Clo. Good master Fabian, grant me another request. Fab. Anything. Clo. Do not desire to see this letter. Fab. That is, to give a dog, and, in recompense, desire my dog again. Enter Duke, Viola, and Attendants. Duke. Belong you to the lady Olivia, friends? Co. Ay, sir; we are some of her trappings. Duke. I know thee well. How dost thou, my good fellow 2 Clo. Truly, sir, the better for my foes, and the worse for my friends. Duke. Just the contrary; the better for thy friends. Clo. No, sir, the worse. Duke. How can that be 2 Clo. Marry, sir, they praise me, and make an ass of one; now, my foes tell me plainly I am an ass: so that by my foes,sir, profit in the knowledge of myself; and y my friends I am abused: so that, conclusions to be * kisses, if your four negatives make your two affir– *tives, why, then the worse for my friends, and the better for my foes. Puke. Why this is excellent

Clo. But that it would be double-dealing, sir, I would you could make it another. Duke. O, you give me ill counsel. Clo. Put your grace in your pocket, sir, for this once, and let your flesh and blood obey it. Duke. Well, I will be so much a simmer to be a doubledealer; there's another. Clo. Primo, secundo, tertio, is a good play; and the old saying is, the third pays for all: the triplex, sir, is o o measure; or the bells of St Bennet, sir, may putyou in mind: one, two, three. Duke. You can fool no more money out of me at this throw ; if you will let your lady know, I am here to speak with her, and bring her along with you, it may awake my bounty further. Clo. Marry, sir, lullaby to your bounty, till I come again. I go, sir; but I would not have you to think, that my desire of having is the sin of covetousness: but, as you say, sir, let your bounty take a map, I will awake it anon. [Exit Clown. Enter Astonio and officers. Wio. Here comes the man, sir, that did rescue me. Duke. That face of his I do remember well; Yet, when I saw it last, it was besmear'd As black as Vulcan, in the smoke of war : A bawbling vessel was he captain of, For shallow draught, and bulk, unprizable; With which such scathful grapple did he make With the most noble bottom of our fleet, That very envy, and the tongue of loss, Cry’d fame and honour on him.—What’s the matter? 1 Off. Orsino, this is that Autonio, That took the Phoenix, and her fraught, from Candy; And this is he, that did the Tiger board, When your young nephew Titus lost his leg: Here in the streets, desperate of shame, and state, In private brabble did we apprehend him. Poio. He did me kindness, sir; drew on my side; But, in conclusion, put strange speech upon me, I know not what’twas, but distraction. Duke. Notable pirate thousalt-water thief! What foolish boldness brought thee to their mercies, Whom thou, in terms so bloody, and so dear, Hast made thine enemies? Ant. Orsino, noble sir, Be pleas'd that I shake off these names you give me; Antonio never yet was thief, or pirate, Though, I confess, on base and ground enough, Orsino's enemy. A witchcraft drew me hither: That most ungrateful boy there, by your side, From the rude sea's enrag’d and foamy mouth Did I redeem; a wreck past hope he was:

His life i gave him, and did thereto add
My love, without retention, or restraint,
All his in dedication: for his sake,
Did I expose myself, pure for his love,
Into the danger of this adverse town;
Drew to defend him, when he was beset:
Where being apprehended, his false cunning,
(Not meaning to partake with me in danger,)
Taught him to face me out of his acquaintance,
And grew a twenty-years—removed thing,
While one would wink; denied me mine own purse,
Which I had recommended to his use
Not half an hour before.

Joio. How can this be 2
Duke. When came he to this town 2
Ant. To-day, my lord; and for three months before,

(No interim, not a minute's vacancy,)

“”. By mytroth, sir, no; though it please you to be | Both day and night did we keep company.

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Enter Olivia and Attendants. Duke. Here comes the countess; now heaven walks on earth.-

But for thee, fellow, fellow, thy words are madness:
Three months this youth hath tended upon me;
But more of that anon.—Take him aside.
Oli. What would my lord, but that he may not have,
Wherein Olivia may seem serviceable?—
Cesario, you do not keep promise with me.
} to. Madam 2
Duke. Gracious Olivia,
Oli. What do you say, Cesario?—Good my lord,
Poo. My lord would speak, my duty hushes me.
Olt. If it be aught to the old tune, my lord,
It is as fat and stolsome to mine ear,
As bowling atter music.
Luke. Still so cruel?
Oli, Still so constant, lord.
Duke. What! to perverseness? you uncivil lady,
To whose ingrate and unauspicious altars
My son!!he faithfull'stolerings hath breath'd out,
That coer devotion tender'd : What shall I do?
Oli. Even wha; it please my lord, that shall become
him. r.
*Oute. Why should Imot, had Î the heart to do it,
Like to the Egyptian thies, at point of death,
Kill what I love; a savage jealousy,
That sometime savours nobly 2–But hear me this:
Since you to non-regardance cast my faith,
And that I partly know the instrument
That screws me from my true place in your favour,
Live you, the marble-breasted tyrant, still:
But this your minion, whom, I know, you love,
And whom, by heaven I swear, I tender dearly,
Him wiłł tear out of that cruel eye,
Where he sits crowned in his master's spite.—
Come, boy, with me: my thoughts are ripe in mischief
I'll sacrifice the lamb that I do love, ,
To spite a raven's heart within a dove. [Going
} to. And I, most jocund, apt, and willingly,
To do you rest, a thousand deaths would die.

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Since when, my watch hath told me, toward my grave

I have travell'd but two hours. Duke, O, thou dissembling cub! what wilt thoube, When time hath sow'd agrizzle on thy case? or will not else thy craft so quickly grow, That thine own trip shall be thine overthrow? Farewell, and take her; but direct thy feet, Where thou and I henceforth may never meet. Poio. Mylord, I do protest,- Oli. O, do not swear; Hold little faith, though thou hast too much fear. Enter Sir Aspnew Act. E-cheek, with his head broke. Sir And. For the love of God, a surgeon! send one presently to Sir Toby. Oli. What’s the matter? Sir And. He has broke my head across, and has given sir Toby a bloody coxcomb too: for the love of God, your help! I had rather than forty pound I were at home. oli, who has done this, sir Andrew? Sir And. The count's gentleman, one Cesario: we took him for a coward, but he's the very devil incardinate. Duke. My gentleman, Cesario? Sir And... od's lifelings, here heis:– You broke my head for nothing; and that, that I did, I was set on to do’t by sir Toby. Joio. Why do you speak to me? I never hurt you : You drew your sword upon me, without cause; But I bespake you fair, and hurt you not. Sir And. If a bloody coxcomb be a hurt, you have hurt me; I think, you set nothing by a bloody coxcomb. Enter Sir Toev Belch, drunk, led by the Clown. Here comes sir Toby haiting, you shall hear more: but if he had not been in drink, he would have tickled you othergates than he did. Duke. How now, gentleman? how is't with you? Sir To...That's all one; he has hurt me,and there's the end on’t.—Sot, did'st see Dick surgeon, sot? Clo. 0 he's drunk, sir Toby, an hour agone; his eyes were set at eighti'the morning. Sir To. Then he’s a rogue. After a passy-measure, or a pavin, I hate a drunken rogite. o/i. Away with him! Who hath made this havock with them 2 Sir And, I’ll help you, sir Toby, because we'll be dressed together. Sir To. Will you help an ass-head, and a coxcomb, and a knave 2 a thin-faced knave, a gull 2 ot. Get him to bed, and let his hurt be look'd to [Eveunt Cown, Sir Tolor, and Sir Audrew'. Eriter SE hastiAN. Seb. I am sorry, madam, I have hurt your kinsman; But, had it been the brother of my blood, ! must have done no less, with wit, and safety. You throw a strange regard upon me, and By that I do perceive it hath offended you ; Pardou me, sweet one, even for the vows We made each other but so late ago. Duke. One face, one voice. one habit, and two Por sons; A natural perspective, that is, and is not. Seb. Antonio, o my dear Antonio ! How have the hours rack'd aud tortur'd me, Since I have lost thee. Ane. Sebastian are you? Seb. Fear'st thou that, Antonio 2 Ant. How have you made division of yourself?An apple, cleft in two, is not more twin, .. Than these two creatures. Which is Sebastian? O/z. Most wonderful ? Seb. Do Istand there? I never had a brother: Nor can there be that deity in my nature,

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