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

Ser. Madam, the young gentleman of the count Orsino's is returned; I could hardly entreat him back he attends your ladyship's pleasure.

Mal. Go off; I discard you; let me enjoy my private; go off.

Mar. Lo, how hollow the fiend speaks within him! did not I tell you?-Sir Toby, my lady prays you to have a care of him.

Mal. Ah, ha! does she so?

Sir To. Go to, go to; peace, peace, we must deal gently with him; let me alone. How do you, Malvolio? how is't with you? What, man! defy the devil: consider, he's an enemy to mankind." Mal. Do you know what you say?

Mar. La you, an you speak ill of the devil, how he takes it at heart! Pray God, he be not bewitched!

Fab. Carry his water to the wise woman.

Mar. Marry, and it shall be done to-morrow morning, if I live. My lady would not lose him for more than I'll say.

Mal. How now, mistress?
Mar. O lord!

Sir To. Pr'ythee, hold thy peace; this is not the way: Do you not see, you move him? let me alone with him.

Fab. No way but gentleness; gently, gerely: the fiend is rough, and will not be roughly used. Sir To. Why, how now, my bawcock? how dost thou, chuck?

Mal. Sir?

Sir To. Ay, Biddy, come with me. What, man! 'tis not for gravity to play at cherry-pits with Satan : Hang him, foul collier 16

Mar. Get him to say his prayers; good sir Toby, get him to pray.

Mal. My prayers, minx?

Mar. No, I warrant you, he will not hear of godliness.

Mal. Go, hang yourselves all! you are idle shallow things: I am not of your element; you shall know more hereafter. [Exit.

Sir To. Is't possible?

I

Fab. If this were played upon a stage now, could condemn it as an improbable fiction. Sir To. His very genius hath taken the infection

Oli. I'll come to him. [Exit Servant.] Good Maria, let this fellow be looked 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 dowry. [Exe. Olivia and Mar. || Mal. Oh, ho! do you come near me now? no worse man than sir Toby to look to me? This con-of the device, man. curs directly with the letter: she sends him on purpose, that I may appear stubborn to him; for she incites me to that in the letter. Cast the humble

Mar. Nay, pursue him now; lest the device take air, and taint.

Fab. Why, we shall make him mad, indeed.
Mar. The house will be the quieter.

slough, says she; be opposite with a kinsman, surly with servants, let thy tongue tang with argu- Sir To. Come, we'll have him in a dark room, ments of state, put thyself into the trick of sin-and bound. My niece is already in the belief that gularity;- -and, consequently, sets down the he is mad; we may carry it thus for our pleasure, manner how; as, a sad face, a reverend carriage, and his penance, till our very pastime, tired out of a slow tongue, in the habit of some sir of note, and breath, prompt us to have mercy on him : at which so forth. I have limed her 2 but it is Jove's doing, time, we will bring the device to the bar, and and Jove make me thankful! And, when she went crown thee for a finder of madmen. But see, but see. away now, Let this fellow be looked to: Fellow !3 not Malvolio, nor after my degree, but fellow. Why, every thing adheres together; that no dram of a scruple, no scruple of a scruple, no obstacle, no incredulous or unsafe circumstance,-What can be said? Nothing, that can be, can come between me and the full prospect of my hopes. Well, Jove, not I, is the doer of this, and he is to be thanked. Re-enter Maria, with Sir Toby Belch, and Fabian. Sir To. Which way is he, in the name of sanctity? Sir To. Wonder not, nor admire not in thy If all the devils in hell be drawn in little, and Le-mind, why I do call thee so, for I will show thee gion himself possessed him, yet I'll speak to him. Fab. Here he is, here he is :-) -How is't with you,

sir? how is't with you, man?

(1) Hot weather madness.

(2) Caught her as a bird with birdlime. (3) Companion.

Enter Sir Andrew Ague-cheek.
Fab. More matter for a May morning.
Sir And. Here's the challenge, read it; I war-
rant, there's vinegar and pepper in't.
Fab. Is't so saucy?

Sir And. Ay, is it, I warrant him: do but read. Sir To. Give me. [reads.] Youth, whatsoever thou art, thou art but a scurvy fellow.

Fab. Good, and valiant.

no reason for't.

Fab. A good note: that keeps you from the blow of the law.

(4) Jolly cock, beau and coq.

(5) A play among boys.

(6) Colliers were accounted great cheats.

Sir To. Thou comest to the lady Olivia, and in || A fiend, like thee, might bear my soul to hell. [Ex. my sight she uses thee kindly: but thou liest in thy throat, that is not the matter I challenge thee for. Fab. Very brief, and exceeding good sense-less. Sir To. I will way-lay thee going home; where if it be thy chance to kill me,

Fab. Good.

Sir To. Fare thee well; And God have mercy upon one of our souls! He may have mercy upon mine; but my hope is better, and so look to thyself. Thy friend, as thou usest him, and thy Andrew Ague-cheek. Sir To. If this letter moves him not, his legs cannot: I'll give't him.

sworn enemy.

Mar. You may have very fit occasion for't; he is now in some commerce with my lady, and will by and by depart.

Sir To. Go, sir Andrew; scout me for him at the corner of the orchard, like a bum-bailiff: so soon as ever thou seest him, draw; and, as thou drawest, swear horrible; for it comes to pass oft, that a terrible oath, with a swaggering accent sharply twanged off, gives manhood more approbation than ever proof itself would have earned him. Away.

Re-enter Sir Toby Belch, and Fabian.
Sir To. Gentleman, God save thee.
Vio. And you, sir.

Sir To. That defence thou hast, betake thee to't: of what nature the wrongs are thou hast done him, I know not; but thy intercepter, full of despight, bloody as the hunter, attends thee at the orchard end: dismount thy tuck,2 be yare in thy preparation, for thy assailant is quick, skilful, and deadly.

Vio. You mistake, sir; I am sure, no man hath any quarrel to me; my remembrance is very free and clear from any image of offence done to any man.

Sir To. You'll find it otherwise, I 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.

Vio. 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 none but by pangs of death and sepulchre: hob, nob, is his word; give't, or take't.

Vio. 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.4

Sir And. Nay, let me alone for swearing. [Ex. Sir To. Now will not I deliver his letter: for the behaviour of the young gentleman gives him out to be of good capacity and breeding; his employment between his lord and my niece confirms no less; therefore this letter, being so excellently igSir To. Sir, no; his indignation derives itself norant, will breed no terror in the youth, he will out of a very competent injury; therefore, get you find it comes from a clodpole. But, sir, I will de-on, and give him his desire. Back you shall not to liver 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.

Enter 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.

[Exeunt Sir Toby, Fabian, and Maria.
Oli. I have said too much unto a heart of stone,
And laid mine honour too unchary1 out:
There's something me, that reproves my fault;
But such a headstrong potent fault it is,

That it but mocks reproof.

the house, unless you undertake that with me, which with as much safety you might answer him: therefore, on, or strip your sword stark naked; for meddle you must, that's certain, or forswear to wear iron about

you.

Vio. This is as uncivil, as strange. I beseech you, do me this courteous office, as to know of the knight what my offence to him is; it is something of my negligence, nothing of my purpose.

Sir To. I will do so. Signior Fabian, stay you by this gentleman till my return. [Exit Sir Toby, Vio. 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.

Vio. I beseech you, what manner of man is he? Fab. Nothing of that wonderful promise, to read him by his form, as you are like to find in the proof of his valour. He is, indeed, sir, the most

Vio. With the same 'haviour that your passion skilful, bloody, and fatal opposite that you could

bears,

Go on my master's griefs.

possibly have found in any part of Illyria: will you walk towards him? I will make your peace with

Oli. Here, wear this jewel for me, 'tis my pic-him, if I can.

Vio. I shall be much bound to you for't: I am one, that would rather go with sir priest, than sir knight: I care not who knows so much of my mettle. [Exeunt.

Re-enter Sir Toby, with Sir Andrew.
Sir To. Why, man, he's a very devil; I have
not seen such a virago. I had a pass with him,
rapier, scabbard, and all, and he gives me the
stuck-in,7 with such a mortal motion, that it is in-
evitable; and on the answer, he pays you as surely

(7) Stoccata, an Italian term in fencing.
(8) Does for you.

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; Vio. I do assure you, 'tis against my will. None can be call'd deform'd, but the unkind: [Draws. Virtue is beauty; but the beauteous-evil Ant. Put up your sword;-If this young gen-Are empty trunks, o'erflourish'd3 by the devil. 1 Off. The man grows mad; away with him. Come, come, sir.

yet.

Sir To. I dare .ay any money, 'twill be nothing || In this uncivil and unjust extent

ACT IV.

[Exeunt.

Against thy peace. Go with me to my house;
And hear thou there how many fruitless pranks
This ruffian hath botch'd up, that thou thereby
May'st smile at this: thou shalt not choose, but go;
Do not deny: beshrews his soul for me,

SCENE I.-The street before Olivia's house. He started one poor heart of mine in thee.

Enter Sebastian and Clown.

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 I am 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, is so.

Seb. I pr'ythee, vent 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 great lubber, 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 them-
selves a good report after fourteen years' purchase.
Enter Sir Andrew, Sir Toby, and Fabian.
Sir And. Now, sir, have I met you again? there's
[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.

for you.

Clo. This will I tell my lady straight: I would not be in some of your coats for two-pence.

Exit Clown. Sir To. Come on, sir; hold. [Holding Seb. 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 Illyria: though I struck him first, yet it's no matter for that.

Seb. Let go thy hand.

Sir To. Come, sir, I will not let you go. Come, my young soldier, put up your iron: you are well fleshed; come on.

Seb. I will be free from thee. What would'st thou now?

If thou dar'st tempt me further, draw thy sword.

[Draws.
Sir To. What, what? Nay, then I must have
an ounce or two of this 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!

Be not offended, dear Cesario:——
Rudesby, be gone!-I pr'ythee, gentle friend,
[Exeunt Sir Toby, Sir Andrew, and Fabian.
Let thy fair wisdom, not thy passion, sway

Seb. What relish is in this? how runs the stream?
Let fancy still my sense in Lethe steep;
Or I am mad, or else this is a dream :-
If it be thus to dream, still let me sleep!
Oli. Nay, come, I pr'ythee: 'would, thou'dst be
rul'd by me!

Seb. Madam, I will.

Oli.

O, say so, and so be! [Exe. SCENE II-A room in Olivia's house. Enter Maria and Clown.

Mar. Nay, I pr'ythee, put on this gown, and this 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 never saw 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 Malvolio the lunatic.

Mal. Sir Topas, sir Topas, good sir Topas, go to my lady.

Cio. Out, hyperbolical fiend! how vexest thou this man? talkest thou nothing but of ladies? 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. Fie, 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.

Clo. Why, it hath bay-windows,8 transparent as barricadoes, and the clear stones towards the southnorth are as lustrous 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.

Mal. I say, this house is as dark as ignorance, though ignorance were as dark as bell; and I say, there was never man thus abused: I am no more