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SCENE III.-A Room in OLIVIA'S House. Clo. By'r lady, Sir, and some dogs will catca

well, Enter Sir ToBY BELch, and Sir ANDREW Sir And. Most certain : let our catch be, Then AGUE-CHEEK.

knave. Sir To. Approach, Sir Andrew : not to be Clo. Hold thy peace, thou knare, knight! I a-bed after midnight, is to be up betimes ; and shall be constraiu'd in't to call thee Enare, diluculo surgere, thou know'st,

knight. Sir And. Nay, by my troth, I know not : but Sir And. 'Tis not the first time I bare eceI know, to be mp late, is to be up late.

strain'd one to call me knave. Begia, fool ; it Sir To. A false conclusion ; I hate it as an begins, Hold thy peace. putilled cau : To be up after midnight, and to Clo.' I shall never begin, if I hold my peace. go to bed then, is early ; so that, to go to bed Sir And. Good, i' faith | Come, begin. after inidnight, is to go to bed betimes. Do not

(They sing a catch. our lives consist of the four elements ? Sir And. 'Faith, so they say ; but, I think, it

Enter MARIA. rather consists of eating and drinking.

Mar. What a catterwauling do you keep bere ! Sir To. Thou art a scholar; let us therefore if my lady have not called up her stevard, Mat. eat and drink.-Marian, I say |--a stvop of volio, and bid him turn you out of doors, Bever wine!

trust me.

Sir To. My lady's a Cataian, we are petitsEnter CLOWN.

cians : Malvolio's a Peg-a-Ramsey,+ and arce Sir And. Here comes the fool, i' faith. merry men we be. Am not I cousanguinroes !

Clo. How now, my bearts ? Did you never see am í pot of ber blood ? Tilly-valler, lady! the picture of we three ?

There dwelt a man in Babylon, lady, lady Sir To. Welcome, ass. Now let's have a

(Sirsging. catch.

Clo, Besbrew me, the knight's ir admirable Sir And. By my trotb, tbe fool bas an excel-fooling. lent treast. + I had rather than forty shillings Sir And, Ay, be does well enough, if bebe I had such a leg; and so sweet a breath to disposed, and so do I too; he does it with a sing, as the fool bas. In sooth, thou wast in better grace, but I do it more natural. very gracious fooling last night, when thou Sir To. O the twelfth day of December,spokest of Pigrogromitus, of the Vapians pass

(Singing. ing the equinoctial of Queubus ; 'twas very good, Mar. For the love of God, peace. il faith. I sent thee sixpence for thy lemaü : 1 Hadst it?

Enter MALTOLIO. C'lo. I did impeticos thy gratillity ; $ for Mal- Mal. My masters, are you mad ? or what are rolio's pose is no whipstock: My lady bas a you? Have you no wit, manners, por bobesty, white hand, and the Myrmidons are no bottle-ale but to gabble like tinkers at this time of Right houses.

Do ye make an alebouse of my lady's bouse, 13 Sir And. Excellent; Why, this is the best ye squeak out your coziers's catches without fooling, when all is done. Now, a song,

any mitigation or remorse of voice! Is there to Sir To. Come on; there is sixpence for you : respect of place, persons, nor time, in you ! let's have a song.

Sir To. We did keep time, Sir, in our catches. Sir And. There's a testril of me too : if one Sueck up ! | knight give a

Mal. Sir Toby, I must be round with yos. Clo. Would you have a love-song, or a song of My lady bade me tell you, that, though sbe bar. good life?

bours you as her kinsnian, she's nothing allxd Sir To. A love-song, a love-song.

to your disorders. If you can separate fourSir And. Ay, ay ; I care not for good life. self and your wisdemeanors, you are welcome to

the bouse ; if not, an it would please you to Song,

take leave of bet, sbe is very willing to bid you

farewell. Clo. O mistress mine, where are you roaming ! O stay and hear ; your true love's com

Sir To. Farewell, dear heart, since I must

needs be gone.
ing,
That can sing both high and low :

Mar. Nay, good Sir Toliy.
Trip no further, pretty sueeting ;

Clo. His eyes do show his days are almost

done. Journeys end in lovers' meeting,

Mal. Is't even so ?
Every wise man's son doth know.

Sir To. But I will never die.
Sir And. Excellent good, i' faith!

Clo. Sir Toby, there you lie. Sir To. Good, good.

Mal. This is much credit to you. Clo. What is love ! 'tis not hereafter ;

Sir To. Shall I bid him go ? (Singing. Present mirth hath present luughter;

Clo. What an if you do?
What's to come, is still unsure :

Sir To. Shall I bid him go, and spare not ! In dclay there lies no plenty;

Clo. O no, no, no, no, you dare not. Then come kiss me suéet-and-twenty,

Sir To. Out oʻrime ? Sir, ye lie.- Art any more Youth's a stuff will not endure.

than a steward? Dost thou think, because the

art virtuous, there shall be no more cakes and Sir And. A mellifluous voice, as I am true ale ? knight.

Clo. Yes, by Saint Aune; and ginger shall be Sir To. A contageous breath.

hot i'the mouth too. Sir And. Very sweet and contageous, i' faith. Sir To. Thou’rt i'the right.-Go, Sir, rab

Sir To. To hear by the nose, it is dulcet in your chain with crums :-A stoop of wine, contagion. But shall we make the welain dance li Maria ! indeed ? Shall we rouse the night-owl in a catch, Mal. Mistress Mary, if you prized wy lady's ibat will draw three souls { out of one wtaver? | favour at any thing more than contempt. ** shall we do that?

would not give means for this uucivil rule ; • . sbe Sir And, An you love me, let's do't: I am shall know of it, by this band.

(Pozite dog at a catch.

Mar. Go shake your ears.

Sir And. 'Twere as good a deed as to drink • Loggerheads be.

+ Voice. * Mistress. ! I did impetticoat thy gratuity.

• Romancer.

+ Name of an old seeg, ! Drink till the sky turns round.

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when a man's a bungry, to challenge him to the Now, good Cesario, but that piece of song, Beld; and then to break promise with him, and that old and antique song we heard last night; Dake a fool of him.

Methought, it did relieve iny passion inuch; Sir To. Do't, knight ; I'll write thee a cbal. More than light airs and recollected terms, lenge ; or I'll deliver thy indiguation to him by of these most brisk and giddy-paced times :word of mouth.

Come, but one verse. Mar. Sweet Sir Toby, be patient for to-night ; Cur. He is not here, so please your lordsbip, since the youth of the count's was to-day with that should sing it. my lady, she is much out of quiet. For mon- Duke. Who was it? sieur Malvolio, let me alone with bim ; if I do Cur. Festo, the jester, my lord ; a fool, that not gull bim into a nay.word, and make bim the lady Olivia's father took mucb delight in : he a common recreation, do not think I bave wit is about the house. enough to lie straight in my bed : I know, I can Duke. Seek bim ont, and play the tune the do it.

wbile.

(Erit Cur10.- Music.
Sir To. Possess us, + possess us; tell us some. Come bither, hoy; If ever thou shalt love,
thing of himn.

In the sweet pangs of it, remember me :
Mar. Marry, Sir, sometimes be is a kind of For, such as I am, all true lovers are;
Puritan.

Unstaid and skittish in all motions else,
Sir And, Oh! if I thought that, I'd beat him Save in the constant image of the creature
like a dog.

That is belov'd.-llow dost thou like this tune 1
Sir To. What, for being a Puritan ? thy ex- Vio. It gives a very echo to the seat
quisite reason, dear knight?

Where Love is throu'd.
Sir And. I have no exquisite reason for't, but Duke. Thou dost speak masterly :
I have reason good enough.

My life upon't, young though thou art, thine eye
Har. The devil a Puritan that he is, or any Hath stay'd upon soine favour * that it loves ;
thing constantly but a time pleaser ; an affec. Hath it not, boy?
tioned: ass, that cons state without book, and Vio. A little, by your favour.
utters it by great swarths : 5 the best persuaded Duke. What kind of woman is't?
of hinsell, so crammed as he thinks with er- Vio. of your complexion.
cellences, that it is his ground of faith, that Duke. She is not worth thee then. What
all, that look on him, love him; and on that

years, i'faith? vice in him will my revenge find notable cause Vio. About your years, my lord. to work.

Duke. Too old, by beaven; Let still the woSir To. What wilt thou do?

man take Mar. I will drop in bis way some obscure An elder than herself; so wears she to him, epistles of love; wherein, by the colour of his So sways she level in her husband's heart. beard, the shape of his leg, the manner of his For, boy, bowever we do praise ourselves, gait, the expressure of his eye, forehead, and Our fancies are inore giddy and upfirm, complexion, be shall find himself most feelingly More longing, wavering, suoner lost and worn, personated : I can write very like my lady your Than women's are. niece; on a forgotten matter we can hardly make l'io. I think it well, my lord. distinction of our hands.

Duke. Then let thy love be younger than Sir To. Excellent! I smell a device.

thyself, Sir And. I have't in my nose too.

Or thy affection cannot hold the bent : Sir To. He sball think, by the letters that thon For women are as roses ; whose fair flower, wilt drop, that they come from my niece, aud Being once display'd, doth fall tbat very hour. that she is in love with him.

Vio. And so tbey are : alas, that they are so ;
Mar. My purpose is, indeed, a horse of that To die, even wben they to perfection grow !
colour.
Sir And. And your horse now would make him

Re-enter Curio, and Clown.
an 285.

Duke. O fellow, come, the song we had last Mar. Ass, I donbt not.

pight :Sir And. Ob l 'twill be admirable.

Mark it, Cesario ; it is old and plain : Alar. Sport royal, I warrant you : I know, my The spinsters and the knitters in the sun, physic will work with him. I will plant you two, And the free maids, that weave their thread with and let the fool make a third, where he shall find

bones, +
tbe letter ; observe his construction of it. For Do nse to chaunt it; it is silly sooth,
this night, to bed, and dream on the event. And dallies with the innocence of love,
Farewell.

(Erit. Like the old age. Ø
Sir To. Good night, Penthesilea. |

Clo. Are you ready, Sir?
Sir And. Before me, she's a good wench.

Duke. Ay; pr'ytbee, sing.

(Music. Sir To. She's a beagle, true.bred, and

SONG.
that adores ine; What o' that !
Sir And. I was adored once too.

Clo. Come away, come away, death,
Sir To. Let's to bed, kuight.-Thou badst need And in sad cypress let me be laid,
send for more money.

Fly away, fly away, breath;
Sir And. If I cannot recover your niece, I am

I am slain by a fair cruel maid.
a foul way out.

My shroud of white, stuck all with yew, Sir To Send for money, knight; it thou hast

O prepare it ;
ber not i' the end, call me Cut. &

My part of death no one so true
Sir And. If I do not, never trust me, take it

Did share it.
how you will.

Not a flower, not a flower sweet,
Sir To. Come, come ; I'll go burn some sack,
'tis too late to go to bed now : come, knight;

On my black coffin let there be stroun;

Noi a friend, not a friend greet come, knight.

(Excunt.

My poor corpse, where my bones shall be

thrown: SCENE IV.-A Room in the Duck's Palace.

thousand thousand sighs to save, Enter DCKE, VIOLA, CURIO, and others.

Lay me, o where

Sad true lover ne'er find my grave,
Duke. Give me some music :--Now, good

Tb weep there.
morrow, friends :-

Duke. There's for thiy pains.
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The row of grass left by a mower.

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yon were asleep; he seems to bave a fore-know-deli ledge of that too, and therefore comes to speak Spe with you. What is to be said to him, lady? > be's fortified against any denial.

Oli. Tell him he shall not speak with me. the

Mal. He has been told so ; and he says, he'll pea stand at your door like a sheriff's post, and be the supporter of a bench, but he'll speak with wha you. oli. What kind of man is he?

hay Mal. Why, of man kind. Oli. What mander of man

hea Mal. or very ill manner; he'll speak with fau: you, will you or no.

Oli. of what personage and years is be? this

Mal. Not yet old enough for a man, nor young you enough for a boy ; as a squash is before ris a pease cod, or a codling when 'uis almost an apple : his with him e'en standing water, between boy be and man. He is very well-favoured, and he 1 speaks very shrewishly; one would think, his ( mother's milk were scarce out of him.

bos Oli. Let him approach : Call in my gentle. 1 womay. Mal. Gentlewoman, my lady calls. [Exit.

you Re-enter MARIA.

1 Oui. Give me my veil: come, throw it o'er my face ;

out We'll once more hear Orsino's embassy.

Enter VIOLA. Vio. The honourable lady of the house, wbich 7 is she?

Oli. Speak to me, I shall answer for her. and Your will

I l'io. Most radiant, exquisite, and unmatchable beanty, -I pray you, tell me, if this be the lady Nat of the house, for I wever saw her : I would be Lac loath to cast away my speech ; for, besides that if it is excellently well penu'd, I bave taken great An pains to con it. Good beauties, let me sustain Ho scorn; I am very comptible, * even to the wil. least sinister usage.

Oli. Whence came you, Sir?

Vio. I can say little more than I have studied, ind and that question's out of my part. Good gentle the one, give me modest assurance, if you be the We lady of the house, that I may proceed in my

1 speech. Oli. Are you a comedian

But Vio. No, my profound heart : and yet, by the My very fange of malice, I swear, I am not that I Cou play. Are you the lady of the house ? Oli. If I do not usurp myself, I am.

The Vio. Most certain, if you are she, you do usurp yourself; for what is your's to bestow, is 7 nol your's to reserve. But this is from my com Wit inission: I will on with my speech in your praise, and then show you the beart of my C message.

Oli. Come to what is important in't: I forgive Yet you the praise.

Of Vio. Alas, I took great pains to study it, and in 'lis poetical.

Oli. It is the more likely to be feigned ; and
pray you, keep it in. I heard, you were saucy | A g
at iny gates; and allowed your approach, rather He
to wonder at you than to hear you. If you be
not mad, be gone ; if you have reason, be brief: Wit.
'lis not that time of moon with me, to make In y
one in so skipping a dialogue.

I wa
Mar. Will you hoist sail, Sir ? here lies your
way.
Vio. No, good swabber : I am to hull bere a

And little longer.-Some mollification for your giant,t Wrii sweet lady.

And Oli. Tell me your mind.

Holl io. I am a messenger.

And Oli. Sure, you have some bideous matter to cry

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Fab. Nay, patience, or we break the sinews, thy humble slough, * and appear fresh. Be of onr plot.

opposite with a kinsman, surly with servants : Mal. Besides, you waste the treasure of let thy tongue tang arguments of state ; put your time with a foolish knight ;

thyself into the trick of singularity: She Sir And. That's me, I warrant you.

thus advises thee, that sighs for thee. ReMal. One Sir Andrew :

member who commended thy yellow stockings : Sir And. I knew, 'twas 1; for many do call and wished to see thee ever cross-gartered : 1 me fool.

say, remember.

Go to ; thou art made, if Jal. What employment have we here? thou desirest to be so ; if not, let me see thee

[Taking up the letter. a steward still, the fellow of servants, and Fab. Now is the woodcock near the gin. not worthy to touch fortune's fingers. FareSir To. O peace ! and the spirit of humours well. She that would alter services with intimate reading aloud to bim !

thee.

The fortunate-unhappy. Mal. By my life, that is my lady's hand : Day-light and champian t discovers not more : these be ber very ("s, her U's, and her T's, this is open. I will be proud, I will read po. and thus makes she her great P's. It is, in litic authors, I will battle Sir Toby, I will wash contempt of question, her band.

off gross acquaintance, I will be point-device, Sir And. Her C's, her U's, and her T's: the very man. I do not now fool myself, to let Why that?

imagination jade me; for every reason excites Mal. [Reads.) To the unknown beloved, to this, that my lady loves me. She did comthis, and my good wishes : ber very phrases |--mend my yellow stockings of late, she did praise By your leave, wax.-Soft!-and the impressure my leg being cross-gartered ; and in this she her Lucrece, with which she uses to seal : 'us manifests herself to my love, and, with a kind my lady: To whom should this be ?

of injunction, drives me to these babits of ber Fab. This wins bim, liver and all.

liking. I thank my stars, I am happy. I will Mal. (Reads.) Jove knows, I love :

be strange, stout, in yellow stockings, and cross. But who?

gartered, even with the swiftness of putting on. Lips do not more,

Jove and my stars be praised !--Here is yet a No man must know'.

postscript. Thou canst not choose but know No man must know.-Wbat follows ? the num who I am. If thou entertainest my love, let hers altered !- No man must know :-If this it appear in thy smiling; thy smiles be. should be thee, Malvolio ?

come thee well : therefore in my presence Sir 70. Marry, bang thee, brock !

still smile, dear my sweet, I pr’ythee. Jove, Mal. I may command where I adore : itbank thee. I will smile; I will do every But silence, like a Lucrece knife, thing that thou wilt bave me.

(Erit. With bloodless stroke my heart doth gore : Fab. I will not give my part of this sport for M, 0, A, I, doth sway my life.

a pension of thousands to be paid from the Fab. A fustian riddle !

Sophy,
Sir To. Excellent wench, say I.

Sir To. I could marry this wench for this de.
Mal. M,0, A, I, doth sway my life.-Nay, vice.
bat first, let me see,-let me see,- let me see. Sir And. So could I too.

Fab. What a dish of poison has she dressed Sir To. And ask no other dowry with ber,
him!

but such another jest.
Sir To. And with what wing the stannyel +
cbecks at it!

Enter MARIA.
Mal. I may command where I adore. Why, Sir And. Nor I neither.
she Day command me: I serve her, she is my Fab. Here comes my noble gull-catcher.
lady. Why, this is evident to any formal capacity. Sir To. Wilt thou set thy foot o' my neck ?
There is no obstruction in this ;--- And the end, - Sir And. Or o' mine either !
Wbat should that alphabetical position portend ? Sir To. Shall I play my freedom at tray-trip,
I could make that resemble something in me, and become thy bond-slave?
-Softy !-M, 0, A,I.-

Sir And. l'faith, or I either.
Sir To, o ay! make up that :-be is now at a Sir To. Why, thou bast put bim in such a
cold scent.

dream, that, when the image of it leaves him, Pah. Sowter will cry upon't, for all this, be must run mad. though it be as rank as a fox.

Mar. Nay, but say true ; does it work upon Val. M,-Malvolio ;-M,--why, that begins bim? my mame.

Sir To. Like aqua-vitæ with a midwife. Fab. Did not I say, he would work it out! Mar. If you will then see the fruits of the the cur is excellent at faults.

sport, mark bis first approach before my lady: Slal. Y,- But then there is no consonaney he will come to ber in yellow stockings, and 'lis in the sequel; that suffers under probation : A a colour she abhors; and cross-gartered, a xbould follow, bit () does.

fashion sbe detests; and he will smile upon her, Fab. Aud ó shall end, I hope.

which will now be so unsuitable to her disposiSir To. Ay, or I'll cudgel bim, and make him lion, being addicted to a melancholy as she is,

that it cannot but turn him into a notable conMal. And then I comes behind ;

tempt : if you will see it, follow me. F:10. Ay, an you had any eye bebind you, you Sir To. To the gates of Tartar, thou most might see more detraction at your heels, than excellent devil of wit ! fortrues before you.

Sir And. I'll make one too. (Exeunt, Hal. M,0, A, 1;-This simulation is not as tbe former :--and yet, to crush this a little, it Wooly bow to me, for every one of these letters are in my naine. Son ; here follows prose.

ACT III. If this fall into thy hand, revolve. In my stats I am above thee ; but be not afraid of

SCENE 1.-Olivia's Garden. Artel ness: Some are born great, some achieve

Enter VIOLA and CLOwn with a tabor. kreatness, and some have greatness thrust upon them. Thy fates open their hands ; let Vio. Save thee, friend, and thy music : Dost thy blood and spirit embrace then. And, to thou live by thy tabor ? tuure thyself what thou art like to be, cast Clo. No, Sir, I live by the church.

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SCENE III.- A Room in Olivia's House. Clo.

well. Enter Sir TOBY BELCR, and Sir ANDREW

Sir AGUE-CHEEK.

knave. Sir To. Approach, Sir Andrew : not to be C. a-bed after midnight, is to be up betimes ; and sballt diluculo surgere, thou know'st,

knight. Sir And. Nay, by my troth, I know not : but Sir I know, to be mp late, is to be up late.

strain's Sir so. A false conclusion ; I hate it as an begins, purilled can : To be up after midnight, and to Clo. go to bed then, is early ; 80 that, to go to bed Sir after midnigbt, is to go to bed betimes. Do not our lives consist of the four elements ?

Sir And. 'faith, so they say ; but, I think, it rather consists of eating and drinking.

Mar Sir To. Thou art a scholar ; let us therefore if my eat and drink.- Marian, I say a stoop of volio, a wine !

trust m

Sir Enter CLOWN.

cians : Sir And. Here comes the fool, i' faith.

merry Clo. How now, my hearts ? Did you never see am 1 the picture of we three ?

There Sir To. Welcome, ass. Now let's have a catcb.

clo. Sir And. By my troth, the fool bas an excel-fooling lent breast. + I had rather than forty shillings Sir I had such a leg; and so sweet a breath to dispone sing, as the fool has. In sooth, thou wast in better very gracious fooling last night, when thou Sir spokest of Pigrogromitus, of the Vapians pass ing ibe equinoctial of Queubus; 'twas very good, Mar i' faith. I sent thee sixpence for tby leinaa : Hadst it ?

Clo. I did impeticos thy gratillity ; ý for Mal Mal. volio's nose is no whipstock: My lady bas a you? white hand, and the Myruidons are no bottle-ale but to houses.

Sir And. Excellent; Why, this is the best ye squ fooling, when all is done. Now, a song,

any mi Sir To. Come on; there is sixpence for you : respect Jet's have a song.

Sir Sir And. There's a testril of me too: if one Sneck knight give 3

Mal clo. Would you have a love-song, or a song of My lad good life?

bours ) Sir To. A love-song, a love-song. Sir And. Ay, ay; I care not for good life.

self and

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farewel ('lo. O mistress mine, where are you roaming !

Sir O stay and hear; your true love's con

needs ] ing,

Mar. That can sing both high and low :

Clo. Trip no further, pretty sweeting ;

done. Journeys end in lovers' meeting,

Mal. Every wise man's son doth know.

Siri Sir And. Excellent good, i' faith!

Clo. Sir To. Good, good.

Mal. Clo. What is love ? 'tis not hereafter ;

Sir 7 Present mirth hath present laughter;

Clo. What's to come, is still unsure :

Sir 2 In dclay there lies no plenty;

clo, Then come kiss me sweet-and-tuenty,

Sir 7 Youth's a stuff will not endure.

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Clo, Sir To. A contageous breath.

hot i'the Sir And. Very sweet and contageons, i' faith. Sir 1

Sir To. To hear by the nose, it is dulcet in rontagion. But shall we make the welkin dance | Maria ! indeed ? Shall we rouse the night owl in a catch, Mal. that will draw three souls ! out of one Weaver? | favour a shall we do that?

would nc Sir And, An you love me, let's do't: I am shall ku dog at a catch.

Mar.

Sir A • Loggerheads be.

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