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More sharp than filed steel, did spur me forth;
My kind Antonio,
Ant. To-morrow, sir; best, first go see your lodging.
Seb. I am not weary, and 'tis long to pight;
'Would, you'd pardon me;
Ant. The offence is not of such a bloody nature;
Do not then walk too open.
In the south suburbs, at the Elephant,
ledge, , With viewing of the town; there shall you have me.
Seb. Why I your purse? · Ant. Haply, your eye shall light upou some toy You have desire to purchase; and your store, I think, is not for idle markets, sir.
Seb. I'll be your purse-bearer, and leave you for An hour.
Ant. To the Elephant.-
I do remember.
Enter Olivia and Maria,
· Oli. I have sent after him : He says, he'll come; How shall I feast him? what bestow on him? For youth is bought more oft, than begg'd, or bor.
row'd. I speak too loud. Where is Malvolio ?-he is sad, and civil*, And suits well for a servant with my fortunes;- . Where is Malvolio ? Mar.
He's coming, madam;
Oli. Why, what's the matter? does he rave?
• Grave and demure.
Oli. Smil'st thou ?
Mal. Sad, lady? I could be sad: this does make some obstruction id the blood, this cross-gartering: but what of that, if it please the eye of one, it is with me as the very true sonnet is : Please one and please all.
Oli. Why, how dost thou, man? what is the matter with thee? .
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.
Oli. Wilt thou go to bed, Malvolio? Mal. To bed? ay, sweet-heart; and I'll come to thee.
Oli. God comfort thee! Why dost thou smile so, and kiss thy hand so oft ?
Mur. How do you, Malvolio?
Mal. At your request? Yes; Nightingales answer daws.
Mar. Why appear you with this ridiculous boldness before my lady?
Mal. Be not afraid of greatness.-'Twas well writ. ,
Oli. What meanest thou by that, Malvolio ?
Oli. Heaven restore thee!.. Mal. Remember who commended thy yellow stockings
1 Oli. Thy yellow stockings ? · Mal. And wished to see thee cross-gartered. !! Oli.' Cross-gartered ?
Mal. Go to : thou art made, if thou desirest to be so,
Oli. Am I made? · Mal. If not, let me see thee a servant still.'
Oli. Why, this is very midsummer madness*.
Ser. Madam, the young gentlemap of the count Orsino's is returned; I could hardly entreat him back: he attends your ladyship's pleasure.
Oli. I'll come to him. (Exit Servant.) Good Maria, let this fellow be looked to. Where's my cousin Toby? Let some of my people have a spe. cial care of him; I'would not have him miscarry for the half of my dowry.
(Ereunt Olivia and Maria. Mal. Oh, 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 pur. pose, that I may appear stubborn to him ; for she incites me to that in the letter. Cast the humble slough, says she; be opposite with a kinsman, surly with servants,-let thy tonguetang with arguments of state,-put thyself into the trick of singularity;
and, consequently, sets down the manner how; as, a' sad face, a reverend carriage, a slow tongue, in the habit of some sir. of note, and so forth. I have limed bert; but it is Jove's doing, and Jove niake me thankful ! And, when she went away now,
Hot weather madness.
Let this fellow be looked to: Fellow! not Malvolio. nor after my degree, but fellow. Why, every thing adheres together; that no dram of a scruple, no scruple of a scruple, no obstacle, no incredulous or unsafe circumstance, What can be said? Nothing. that can be, can come between me and the full pros. pect of my hopes. Well, Jove, not I, is the doer of this, and he is to be thanked.
Re-enter Maria, with Sir Toby Belch, and Fabian.
Sir To. Which way is he, in the name of sanc. tity? If all the devils in hell be drawn in little. and Legion himself possessed him, yet I'll speak to him.
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; go off.
Mar. Lo, how hollow the fiend speaks within him! did not I tell you ?-Sir Toby, my lady prays you to have a care of him. Mul. Ah, ha! does she so?
Sir To. Go to, go to; peace, peace, we must deal gently with him; let me alone. How do you, Malvolio? how is't with you? What, man! defy the devil: consider, he's an enemy to mankind.
Mal. Do you know what you say? .
Mar. La you, an you speak ill of the devil, how be takes it at heart! Pray God, he be not be
Fab. Carry his water to the wise woman.
Mar. Marry, and it shall be done to-morrow morning, if I live. My lady would not lose him for more than I'll say.
Mal. How now, mistress ?