as your feet hit the ground they step on: they say, he has been fencer to the Sophy.

Sir And. Pox on't, I'll not meddle with him. Sir To. Ay, but he will not now be pacified: Fabian can scarce hold him yonder.

Sir And. Plague on't; an I thought he had been valiant, and so cunning in fence, I'd have seen him damned ere I'd have challenged him. Let him let the matter slip, and I'll give him my horse, grey Capilet.

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.

2 Off. Come, sir, away.
Ant. I must entreat of you some of that money.
Vio. What money, sir?

For the fair kindness you have show'd me here,
And, part, being prompted by your present trouble,

Sir To. I'll make the motion: stand here, make Out of my lean and low ability a good show on't; this shall end without the per- I'll lend you something: my having is not much; dition of souls: marry, I'll ride your horse as well I'll make division of my present with you: as I ride you.

[Aside. Hold, there is half my coffer.
Ant.
Will you deny me now t
Is't possible, that my deserts to you
Do not tempt my misery,

arrel;

Can lack persuasion? Lest that it make me so unsound a man,

Re-enter Fabian and Viola.
I have his horse [to Fab.] to take up the quarrel
I have persuaded him, the youth's a devil.
Fab. He is as horribly conceited of him; and As to upbraid you with those kindnesses
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.

Vio. Pray God defend me! A little thing would make me tell them how much I lack of a man.

Vio.

I know of none;

That I have done for you.
Nor know I I hate ingratitude more in a man,

you by voice, or any feature:

Than lying, vainness, babbling, drunkenness,
Or any taint of vice, whose strong corruption
Inhabits our frail blood.
Ant.

O heavens themselves!

2 Off. Come, sir, I pray you, go.
Ant. Let me speak a little. This youth that
you see here,

[Aside. I snatch'd one half out of the jaws of death; Fab. Give ground, if you see him furious. Reliev'd him with such sanctity of love,Sir To. Come, sir Andrew, there's no remedy; And to his image, which, methought, did promise the gentleman will, for his honour's sake, have one bout with you: he cannot by the duello avoid it; but he has promised me, as he is a gentleman and a soldier, he will not hurt you. Come on; to't.

Sir And. Pray God, he keep his oath! [Draws.

Enter Antonio.

Than you have heard him brag to you he will.
Sir To. Nay, if you be an undertaker, I am for
[Draws.

you.

Enter two Officers.

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 man grows mad; away with him.
Come, come, sir.

Ant. Lead me on. [Exe. Officers, with Antonio.
Vio. 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, Fa bian; we'll whisper o'er a couplet or two of most

sage saws.

Vio. He nam'd Sebastian; I my brother know

Fab. O good sir Toby, hold; here come the Yet living in iny glass; even such and so,

officers.

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

Sir And. Marry, will I, sir?-and, for that I promised you, I'll be as good as my word: He will bear you easily, and reins well.

1 Off. This is the man; do thy office. 2 Off. Antonio, I arrest thee at the suit Of count Orsino.

Ant.

You do mistake me, sir.

1 Off. No, sir, no jot; 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;
But there's no remedy; I shall answer it.

Sir And. An I do not,

Fab. Come, let's see the event.

(4) In the reflection of my own figure.

[Exit,

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

ACT IV.

[Exeunt. Against thy peace. Go with me to my house;
And hear 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,
He started one poor heart of mine in thee.

SCENE 1. The street before Olivia's house.
Enter Sebastian and Clown.

sent for you?

Clo. Will you make me believe, that I am not
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, vent1 thy folly somewhere else; thou know'st not me.

Seb. What relish is in this? how runs the stream?

Or I am mad, or else this is a dream :-
Let fancy still my sense in Lethe steep;
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 Clo. Vent my folly! he has heard that word of this beard; make him believe thou art sir Topas some great man, and now applies it to a fool. the curate; do it quickly: I'll call sir Toby the [Erit Maria. Vent my folly! I am afraid this great lubber, the whilst. world, will prove a cockney. -I pr'ythee now, un- Clo. Well, I'll put it on, and I will dissemble gird thy strangeness, and tell me what I shall vent myself in't; and I would I were the first that ever to my lady; shall I vent to her, that thou art dissembled in such a gown. I am not fat enough coming?

to become the function well; nor lean enough to

Seb. I pr'ythee, foolish Greek, depart from me; be thought a good student; but to be said, an There's money for thee; if you tarry longer, I shall give worse payment.

Clo. By my froth, thou hast an open hand:These wise men, that give fools money, get themselves 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

thee,

for you.
Seb. Why, there's for
are all the people mad?
Sir To. Hold, sir, or I'll

the house.

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

[Striking Sebastian. of Prague, that never saw pen and ink, very witand there, and there: tily said to a niece of king Gorboduc, That, that is, Beating Sir Andrew. is: so I, being master parson, am master parson; throw your dagger o'er

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 an action of battery against him, if there be any law in Illyria: though

first, yet it's no matter 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

Let out. (2) Rude fellow. (3) Violence
Made up. (5) Ill betide.

Malvolio the lunatic.

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

Clo. 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, transparent as barricadoes, and the clear stones towards the southnorth are as lustrous as ebony; and yet complainest

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, lest thou dispossess the soul of thy grandam. Fare thee well.

Mal. Sir Topas, sir Topas,

Sir To. My most exquisite sir Topas!

Clo. Nay, I am for all waters.2

Mar. Thou might'st have done this without thy

beard and gown; he sees thee not.

M

Clo. Good master Fabian, grant me another re- I know not what 'twas, but distraction. quest.

Fab. Any thing.

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?
Clo. Ay, sir; we are some of her trappings.
Duke. I know thee well; How dost thou, my
Clo. Truly, sir, the better for my foes, and the

good fellow?

worse for my friends.

Duke. Just the contrary;

friends.

Clo. No, sir, the worse.

Duke. How can that be?

the better for thy

Clo. Marry, sir, they praise me, and make an ass of me; now my foes tell me plainly I am an ass: so that by my foes, sir, I profit the knowledge of myself; and by my friends I am abused: conclusions to be as kisses, if your four negatives make your two affirmatives, why, then the worse for my friends, and the better for my foes.

Duke. Why, this is excellent.

Duke. Notable pirate! thou salt-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,
While one would wink; denied me mine own

so that, And grew a twenty-years-removed thing,

Clo. By my troth, sir, no; though it please you

to be one of my friends.

Duke. Thou shalt not be the worse for me; there's gold.

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 sinner to be a double-dealer; 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 a good tripping measure; or the bells of St. Bennet, sir, may put you 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 nap, I will awake it anon. [Exit Clown.

Enter Antonio and Officers.

Vio. 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 Antonio,

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.

Vio. He did me kindness, sir; drew on my side;
But, in conclusion, put strange speech upon me,
(1) Mischievous.
(2) Freight.

Duke. Why should I not, had I the heart to do it,
Like to the Egyptian thief, at point of death,
Kill what I love; a savage jealousy,
That sometime savours nobly?--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 will I tear out of that cruel eye,

(3) Dull, gross.

Where he sits crowned in his master's spite.-
Sir And. Od's lifelings, here he is:-You broke
Come boy, with me; my thoughts are ripe in mis-my head for nothing; and that that I did, I was

chief:

set on to do't by sir Toby.

Vio. Why do you speak to me? I never hurt you:

But I bespake you fair, and hurt you not.

I'll sacrifice the lamb that I do love,
To spite a raven's heart within a dove. [Going. You drew your sword upon me, without cause;
Vio. And I, most jocund, apt, and willingly,
To do you rest, a thousand deaths would die.
[Following.

Oli. Where goes Cesario?
Vio.
After him I love,
More than I love these eyes, more than my life,
More, by all mores, than e'er I shall love wife :
If I do feign, you witnesses above,
Punish my life, for tainting of my love!

Oli. Ah, me, detested! how am I beguil'd!
Vio. Who does beguile you? who does do you

wrong?

Oli. Hast thou forgot thyself? Is it so long?-
Call forth the holy father.
[Exit an Attendant.
Duke.
Come away.

[To Viola.

Oli. Whither, my lord?-Cesario, husband, stay.
Duke. Husband?

Oli.

Ay, husband; Can he that deny?

Duke. Her husband, sirrah?
Vio.

No, my lord, not I.

Oli. Alas, it is the baseness of thy fear,
That makes thee strangle thy propriety:1
Fear not, Cesario, take thy fortunes up;
Be that thou know'st thou art, and then thou art
As great as that thou sear'st.-0, welcome, father!

Re-enter Attendant and Priest.

Father, I charge thee, by thy reverence,
Here to unfold (though lately we intended
To keep in darkness, what occasion now
Reveals before 'tis ripe,) what thou dost know,
Hath newly past between this youth and me.

Priest. A contract of eternal bond of love,
Confirmed by mutual joinder of your hands,
Attested by the holy close of lips,
Strengthen'd by interchangement of your rings;
And all the ceremony of this compáct

Seal'd in my function, by my testimony:

Since when, my watch hath told me, toward my

grave,

I have travelled but two hours.

Duke. O, thou dissembling cub! what wilt thou be,
When time hath sew'd a grizzle on thy case?2
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.

Vio. My lord, I do protest,

Oli.

O, do not swear:

Hold little faith, though thou hast too much fear.
Enter Sir Andrew Ague-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?

(1) Disown thy property. (2) Skin.
(3) Otherways.
(4) Serious dancers.

Sir And. If a bloody coxcomb be a hurt, you have hurt me; I think, you set nothing by a bloody

coxcomb.

Enter Sir Toby Belch, drunk, led by the Clown. Here comes sir Toby halting, 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. O he's drunk, sir Toby, an hour agone; his eyes were set at eight i' the morning.

Sir To. Then he's a rogue. After a passy-measure, or a pavin, I hate a drunken rogue.

Oli. Away with him: who hath made this havoc with them?

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? a thin-faced knave, a gull? Oli. Get him to bed, and let his hurt be look'd to. [Exeunt Clown, Sir Toby, and Sir Andrew.

Seb. Do I stand there? I never had a brother:
Nor can there be that deity in my nature,
Of here and every where. I had a sister,
Whom the blind waves and surges have devour'd:-
Of charity, what kin are you to me? [To Viola.
What countryman? what name? what parentage.

Vio. Of Messaline: Sebastian was my father;
Such a Sebastian was my brother too,
So went he suited to his watery tomb:
If spirits can assume both form and suit,
You come to fright us.
Seb.