Vio. That you do think you are not what you are. 151 Oli. If I think so, I think the same of you. Vio. Then think you right: I am not what I am. Oli. I would you were as I would have you be! Vio. Would it be better, madam, than I am? I wish it might, for now I am your fool. Oli. O what a deal of scorn looks beautiful In the contempt and anger of his lip! A murderous guilt shows not itself more soon Than love that would seem hid: love's night is noon. Cesario, by the roses of the spring, 160 By maidhood, honour, truth and every thing, Love sought is good, but given unsought is better. Vio. By innocence I swear, and by my youth, I have one heart, one bosom and one truth, And that no woman has; nor never none Shall mistress be of it, save I alone. 1 Maugre, in spite of. 169 And so adieu, good madam: never more That heart, which now abhors, to like his love. [Exeunt. SCENE II. The court-yard of Olivia's house. Enter SIR TOBY, SIR ANDREW, and FABIAN. Sir And. No, faith, I'll not stay jot longer. Sir To. Thy reason, dear venom, give thy reason. Fab. You must needs yield your reason, Sir Andrew. Sir And. Marry, I saw your niece do more favours to the count's serving-man than ever she bestow'd upon me; I saw 't i' the orchard. Sir To. Did she see thee the while, old boy? tell me that. 10 Sir And. As plain as I see you now. Fab. This was a great argument of love in her toward you. Sir And. 'S light, will you make an ass o'me? Fab. I will prove it legitimate, sir, upon the oaths of judgment and reason. Sir To. And they have been grand- jurymen since before Noah was a sailor. Fab. She did show favour to the youth in your sight only to exasperate you, to awake your dormouse valour, to put fire in your heart and brimstone in your liver. You should then have accosted her; and with some excellent jests, fire-new from the mint, you should have bang'd the youth into dumbness. This was look'd for at your hand, and this was balk'd: the double gilt of this opportunity you let time wash off, and you are now sail'd into the north of my lady's opinion; where you will hang like an icicle on a Dutchman's beard, unless you do redeem it by some laudable attempt either of valour or policy. 81 Sir And. An't be any way, it must be with valour; for policy I hate: I had as lief be a Brownist as a politician. Sir To. Why, then, build me thy fortunes upon the basis of valour. Challenge me the count's youth to fight with him; hurt him in eleven places: my niece shall take note of it; and assure thyself, there is no love-broker in Fab. There is no way but this, Sir Andrew. Sir And. Will either of you bear me a challenge to him? Sir To. Go, write it in a martial hand; be curst1 and brief; it is no matter how witty, so it be eloquent and full of invention: taunt him with the license of ink: if thou "thou'st" him some thrice, it shall not be amiss; and as many lies as will lie in thy sheet of paper, although the sheet were big enough for the bed of Ware in England, set 'em down: go, about it. Let there be gall enough in thy ink; though thou write with a goose-pen, no matter: about it. Sir And. Where shall I find you? Sir To. We'll call thee at the cubiculo:2 go. [Exit Sir Andrew. Fab. This is a dear manakin to you, Sir Toby. Sir Toby. I have been dear to him, lad, some two thousand strong, or so. Fab. We shall have a rare letter from him: but you'll not deliver 't? 61 Mar. Most villanously; like a pedant1 that keeps a school i' the church. I have dogg'd him, like his murderer. He does obey every point of the letter that I dropp'd to betray him: he does smile his face into more lines than is in the new map with the augmentation of the Indies: you have not seen such a thing as 't is; I can hardly forbear hurling things at him. I know my lady will strike him: if she do, he'll smile, and take 't for a great favour. Sir To. Come, bring us, bring us where he Enter SEBASTIAN and ANTONIO. Seb. I would not by my will have troubled you, But, since you make your pleasure of your pains, I will no further chide you. Ant. I could not stay behind you: my desire, More sharp than filed steel, did spur me forth; And not all love to see you, though so much As might have drawn one to a longer voyage, But jealousy what might befall your travel, Being skilless in these parts, which, to a stranger, Unguided and unfriended, often prove Rough and unhospitable. My willing love, The rather by these arguments of fear, Set forth in your pursuit. 10 I did some service; of such note, indeed, That were I ta'en here it would scarce be answer'd. [Seb. Belike you slew great number of his people? Ant. The offence is not of such a bloody nature, Albeit the quality of the time and quarrel Most of our city did: only myself stood out; Seb. Do not then walk too open. Ant. It doth not fit me. Hold, sir, here's 2 Jealousy, apprehension. 5 Reliques monuments. Mal. Not black in my mind, though yellow in my legs. It did come to his hands, and commands shall be executed: I think we do know the sweet Roman hand.-(Act iii. 4. 28-31.) [Exeunt Olivia and Maria. Mal. O, ho! do you come near me now? no worse man than Sir Toby to look to me! This concurs 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 thy humble slough," says she; "be opposite with a kinsman, surly with servants; let thy tongue tang with arguments of state; put thyself into the trick of singularity;" and consequently sets down the manner how: as, a sad face, a reverent carriage, a slow tongue, in {the habit of some sir of note, and so forth.] I have lim'd her; but it is Jove's doing, and Jove make me thankful! [And when she went away now, "Let this fellow be look'd to:" fellow! not Malvolio, nor after my degree, but fellow. Why, every thing adheres 1 Fellow, i.e. companion. together, that no dram of a scruple, no scruple{ of a scruple, no obstacle, no incredulous2 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.] Sir To. [Without] Which way is he, in the name of sanctity? If all the devils of hell be drawn in little, and Legion himself possess'd him, yet I'll speak to him. Re-enter MARIA with SIR TOBY BELCH and FABIAN. Fab. Here he is, here he is. How is 't with you, sir? how is 't with you, man? Mal. Go off; I discard you: let me enjoy my private:3 go off. 100 Fab. No way but gentleness; gently, gently: the fiend is rough, and will not be roughly us'd. Sir To. Why, how now, my bawcock! how dost thou, chuck? Mal. Sir! [Sir To. Ay, Biddy, come with me. What, 2 Incredulous, incredible. 8 Private, privacy. 4 My bawcock, my fine fellow |