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I bade you never speak again of him:
think? Have you not set mine honour at the stake, And baited it with all the unmuzzled thoughts That tyrannous heart can think? To one of your
Vio. I pity you.
Vio. No not a griset; for’tis a vulgar proof,
Oli. Why, then, methinks, 'tis time to smile again O world, how apt the poor are to be proud! If one should be a prey, how much the better To fall before the lion, than the wolf?
(Clock strikes. The clock upbraids me with the waste of time. Be not afraid, good youth, I will not have you : And yet, when wit and youth is come to harvest, Your wife is like to reap a proper man : There lies your way, due west. Vio.
Then westward-hoe: Grace, and good disposition 'tend your ladyship! You'll nothing, madam, to my lord by me?
* Ready apprehension. VOL. I.
Vio. That you do think, you are not what you are.
Vio. Would it be better, madam, than I am,
Oli. O, what a deal of scorn looks beautiful In the contempt and anger of his lip! A murd'rous guilt shows not itself more soon Than love that would seem hid: love's night is noon. Cesario, by the roses of the spring, By maidhood, honour, truth, and every thing, I love thee so, that, maugre* all thy pride, Nor wit, nor reason, can my passion hide. Do not extort thy reasons from this clause, For, that I won, thou therefore hast no cause; But, rather, reason thus with reason fetter: 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. And so adieu, good madam; never more Will I my master's tears to you deplore, Oli. Yet come again : for thou, perhaps, may'st
move That heart, which now abhors, to like his love.
• In spite of.
A Room in Olivia's house.
Enter Sir Toby Belch, Sir Andrew Ague-cheek, and
Sir And. No, faith, I'll not stay a jot longer.
Fab. You must need yield your reason, sir Audrew.
Sir And. Marry, I saw your niece do more favours. to the count's serving man, than ever she bestowed upon me; I saw't i' the orchard.
Sir To. Did she see thee the while, old boy? tell me that.
Sir And. As plain as I see you now. Fab. This was a great argument of love in her toward you.
Sir And. 'Slight! will you make an ass o'me?
Fab. I will prove it legitimate, sir, upon the oaths of judgenient and reason.
Sir To. And they have been grand jury-men, since before Noah was a sailor.
Fab. She did show favour to the youth in your sight, only to exasperate you, to awake your dor. mouse valour, to put fire in your heart, and brim. stone in your liver: You should then have accosted
and with some excellent jest, fire-new from the miot, you should have banged the youth into dumb-, ness. This was looked for at your hand, and this. was baulked : the double gilt of this opportunity you let time wash off, and you are now sailed into the north of my lady's opinion; where you will bang like an icicle on a Dutchman's beard, unless you do redeem it by some laudable attempt, either of valour, or policy.
Sir And. And't be any way, it must be with va. lour; for policy I hate: I had as lief be a Brownist, as a politician.
Sir To. Why then, build me tby fortunes upon the basis of valour. Challenge me the count's youth to fight with him; hurt him in eleven places; my piece shall take note of it: and assure thyself, there is no love-broker in the world can more prevail iu man's commendation with woman, than report of valour. 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 curstt and brief; it is no matter how witty, so it be eloquent, and full of invention: taunt him with the li. cence 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 Waret 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?
[Erit Sir Andrew. Fab. This is a dear manakin to you, sir Toby.
Sir To. 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 it.
Sir To. Never trust me then; and by all means stir on the youth to an auswer. I think, oxen and wainropes|| caunót hale them together. For Andrew, if he were opened, and you find so much
• Separatists in queen Elizabeth's reign.
In Hertfordshire, which held forty persons.
|| Waggon ropes.
blood in his liver as will clog the foot of a flea, I'll eat the rest of the anatomy.
Fab. And his opposite, the youth, bears in his visage no great presage of cruelty,
Sir To. Look, where the youngest wren of nine comes.
Mar. If you desire the spleen, and will laugh yourselves into stitches, follow me; yon' gull Malvolio is turned heathen, a very renegado; for there is no Christian, that means to be saved by believing rightly, can ever believe such impossible passages of
grossness. He's in yellow stockings. Sir To. And cross-gartered?
Mar. Most villainously; like a pedant that keeps a school i'the church. I have dogged)him, like his murderer : he does obey every point of the letter that I dropped to betray him. He does smile his face into more lines, than are in the new map, with the augmentation of the Indies: you have not seen such a thing as 'tis; 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 is.
Enter Antonio and Sebastian.
Seb. I would uot, 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,