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Still in this fashion, colour, ornament;
For him I imitate: oh, if it prove,

Tempefts are kind, and falt waves fresh in love. [Exit. Sir To. A very difhoneft paltry boy, and more a coward than a hare; his dishonesty appears in leaving his friend here in neceffity, and denying him; and for his cowardship, afk Fabian.

Fab. A coward, a moft devout coward, religious in it.

Sir And. 'Slid, I'll after him again, and beat him. Sir To. Do, cuff him foundly, but never draw thy

fword.

Sir And. An I do not,

Fab. Come, let's fee the event.

[Exit Sir Andrew.

Sir To. I dare lay any money, 'twill be nothing yet.

[Exeunt.

ACT

A C T IV.

SCENE I.

The STREET.

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Enter Sebaftian, and Clown.

CLOWN.

ILL 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 fent to you by my Lady, to bid you come speak with her: nor your name is not master Cefario, nor this is not my nofe neither. Nothing, that is fo, is fo.

Seb. I pr'ythee, vent thy folly fomewhere else; thou know'ft not me.

Clo. Vent thy folly !he has heard that word of fome great man, and now applies it to a fool. Vent

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my folly! I am afraid, this great lubber * the world will prove a cockney. I pr'ythee now, ungird thy ftrangeness, and tell me what I fhall vent to my Lady; fhall I vent to her that thou art coming?

Seb. I pr'ythee, foolish Greek 3, depart from me; there's money for thee. If you tarry longer, I fhall give worse payment.

Clo. By my troth, thou haft an open hand; these wife men, that give fools money, get themselves a good report after fourteen years' purchase 4.

Enter Sir Andrew, Sir Toby, and Fabian.

Sir And. Now, Sir, have I met you again? there's for you. [Striking Sebaftian. 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 ftrait: I would not be in fome of your coats for two-pence. [Exit Clown. Sir To. Come on, Sir; hold. [Holding Sebaftian. 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; tho' I ftruck him firft, yet it's no matter for that.

Seb. Let go thy hand.

*I am afraid this great lubber.] Editor alters it to Geck. That is, affectation and foppery will overspread the world.

3 I pr'yibee, foolish Greek,-] Greek, was as much as to fay Bawd or Pander. He underftood the Clown to be acting in that office. A bawdy-houfe was called Corinth, and the frequenters of it Corinthians, which words occur frequently in Shakespeare, especially in Timon of Athens, and Henry IVth. Yet the Oxford

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WARBURTON. get themselves a good report after fourteen years' purchafe.] This feems to carry a piece of fatire upon Monopolies, the crying grievance of that time. The Grants generally were for fourteen years; and the petitions being referred to a committee, it was fufpected that money gained favourable reports from thence. WARBURTON.

Sir To. Come, Sir, I will not let you go. Come, my young foldier, put up your iron; you are well flefh'd come on.

Seb. I will be free from thee. What wouldst thou now? If thou dar'ft tempt me further, draw thy fword. Sir To. What, what? nay, then, I must have an ounce or two of this malapert blood from you. [They draw and fight.

SCENE II.

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 fight! Be not offended, dear Cefario:

Rudefby, be gone! I pr'ythee, gentle friend,

[Exeunt Sir Toby, and Sir Andrew. Let thy fair wisdom, not thy paffion, sway In this uncivil and unjuft extent

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 chufe but go:
Do not deny; befhrew his foul for me,
He started one poor heart of mine in thee 7.

5 In this uncivil and unjust extent] Extent is, in law, a writ of execution, whereby goods are feized for the king. It is therefore taken here for violence in general.

This ruffian hath botch'd up, - i. e. fwelled and inflamed. A botch being a fweiling or abfcefs. WARBURTON.

I fancy it is only a coarfe expreflion for made up, as a bad

taylor is called a botcher, and to botch is to make clumfily.

7 He farted one poor heart of

mine in thee.] I know not whether here be not an ambigui ty intended between heart, and bart. The fenfe however is easy enough. He that offends thee attacks one of my hearts; or, as the antients expreffed it, half my heart.

Seb.

Seb. What relifh is in this! how runs the ftream?

Or I am mad, or else this is a dream.

Let fancy ftill my fenfe in Lethe steep,

If it be thus to dream, ftill let me fleep.

Oli. Nay, come, I pray: 'would, thou'dst be rul'd

by me.

Seb. Madam, I will.

Oli. O, fay fo, and so be!

Mar.

S CE NE III.

An Apartment in Olivia's Houfe.

Enter Maria and Clown.

[Exeunt.

AY, 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 whilft. {Exit Maria. Clo. Well, I'll put it on, and I will diffemble myfelf in't; and I would I were the first that ever diffembled in fuch a gown. I am not tall enough to become the function well, nor lean enough to be thought a good student; but to be faid an honeft man, and a good housekeeper, goes as fairly, as to say, a careful man and a great scholar 9. The competitors enter. Enter Sir Toby, and Maria.

Sir To. Jove blefs thee, Mr. Parson.

Clo. Bonos dies, Sir Toby; for as the old hermit of Prague, that never faw pen and ink,' very wittily faid

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to a niece of King Gorboduck, that that is, is: fo I being Mr. Parfon, am Mr. Parfon; for what is that, but that? and is, but is?

Sir To. To him, Sir Topas.

Clo. What, hoa, I fay,-peace in this prison !

Sir To. The knave counterfeits well; a good knave.
Mal. Who calls there?
[Malvolio within.

Clo. Sir Topas the curate, who comes to vifit Malvolio the lunatick.

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

Clo. Out, hyperbolical fiend, how vexeft thou this man ?

Talkeft thou of nothing but ladies ?

Sir To. Well faid, master Parson.

Mal. Sir Topas, never was man thus wrong'd; good Sir Topas, do not think I am mad; they have laid me here in hideous darkness.

Clo. Fy, thou dishoneft fathan; I call thee by the most modeft terms; for I am one of thofe gentle ones, that will use the devil himself with curtefy: say'st thou, that house is dark?

Mal As hell, Sir Topas.

Clo. Why, it hath bay windows transparent as baricadoes, and the clear ftones towards the fouth-north are as luftrous as ebony; and yet complaineft thou of obftruction?

Mal. I am not mad, Sir Topas; I fay to you, this houfe is dark.

Clo. Madman, thou erreft; I say, there is no darknefs but ignorance; in which thou art more puzzled than the Egyptians in their fog.

Mal. I fay, this houfe is as dark as ignorance, though ignorance were as dark as hell; and I fay, there was never man thus abus'd; I am no more mad

maxims, what foever is, is; and to be and not to be: with much it is impoffible for the fame thing trifling of the like kind. WARB, than

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