Sir To. Ah, rogue!

Sir AND. Piftol him, pistol him.

Sir To. Peace, peace.

MAL. There is example for't: the lady of the Strachy married the yeoman of the wardrobe.

Sir AND. Fie on him, Jezebel !

FAB. O, peace, now he's deeply in; look, how imagination blows him.

MAL. Having been three months married to her, fitting in my ftate

Sir To. O for a stone-bow, to hit him in the eye!

MAL. Calling my officers about me, in my branch'd velvet-gown; having come down from a day-bed, where I have left Olivia fleeping.

Sir To. Fire and brimftone!

FAB. O, peace, peace.

MAL. And then to have the humour of ftate; and after a demure travel of regard, telling them, I know my place, as I would they should do theirs-to ask for my uncle TobySir To. Bolts and fhackles ! peace,

FAB, Oh, peace, peace; now, now.

MAL. Seven of my people with an obedient start make out for him: I frown the while, and, perchance, wind up my watch, or play with some rich jewel. Toby approaches, curtfies there to me.

Sir To. Shall this fellow live?

FAB. Tho' our filence be drawn from us with cares, yet peace.

MAL. I extend my hand to him thus: quenching my familiar fmile with an auftere regard of controul.

Sir To. And does not Toby take you a blow o'th' lips then?

MAL. Saying, uncle Toby, my fortunes having caft me on your niece, give me this prerogative of speech

Sir To. What, what?

MAL. You must amend your drunkenness.

Sir To. Out, fcab?

FAB. Nay, patience, or we break the finews of our plot. MAL. Befides, you waste the treasure of your time with a foolish knight

Sir AND. That's me, I warrant you.

MAL. One Sir Andrew,

Sir AND. I knew, 'twas I; for many do call me fool.

MAL. What employment have we here?

[Taking up the letter.

FAB. Now is the woodcock near the gin.

Sir To. Oh peace! now the spirit of humours intimate reading aloud to him!

MAL. By my life, this is my lady's hand: these be her very C's, her U's, and her T's, and thus makes the her great P's. It is in contempt of question, her hand.

Sir AND. Her C's, her U's, and her T's: why that.

MAL. "To the unknown belov'd, this, and my good "wishes;" her very phrafes: By your leave, wax. Soft! and the impreffure her Lucrece, with which she uses to seal; 'tis my lady to whom should this be?

FAB. This wins him, liver and all.
MAL. "Jove knows I love, but who,
"Lips do not move, no man must know."

No man must know--what follows? the number's alter'd no man must know-if this should be thee, Malvolio?

Sir To Marry, hang thee, Brock!

MAL. "I may command, where I adore,

"But, filence, like a Lucrece knife,

With bloodlefs ftroke my heart doth gore;
"M. O. A. I. doth fway my life."

FAB. A fuftian riddle.

Sir To. Excellent wench, fay I.

MAL. M. O. A. I. doth fway my life

nay, but first,

FAB. What a dish of poifon has she dress'd him?

Sir To. And with what wing the stannyel checks at it?

MAL. I may command where l'adore." Why, she may command me: I serve her, she is my lady. Why, this is evident to any formal capacity. Why there is no obstruction in this- and the end-what should that alphabetical pofition portend? If I could make that resemble something in me? foftlyM. O. A. I.

Sir To. O, ay; make up that; he is now at a cold fcent. FAB. Sowter will cry upon't for all this, tho' it be not as rank as a fox.

MAL. M.

Malvolio-M.-why, that begins my name. FAB. Did not I say, he would work it out? the cur is cxcellent at faults.

MAL. M. But then there is no confonancy in the fequel; That fuffers under probation: A should follow, but O does. FAB. And O fhall end, I hope.

Sir To. Ay, or I'll cudgel him, and make him cry O.
MAL. And then I comes behind.

FAB. Ay, an you had any eye behind you, you might fee more detraction at your heels than fortunes before you.

MAL. M. O. A. I.—this fimulation is not as the former-N -and yet to crush this a little, it would bow to me, for every one of thefe letters is in my name. Soft, here follows profe" If this fall into thy hand, revolve, In "my stars I am above thee, but be not afraid of greatness;

"some are born great, fome atchieve greatnefs, and fome "have greatnefs thrust upon them. Thy fates open their "hands, let thy blood and spirit embrace them; and to in86 ure thyself to what thou art like to be, cast thy humble “slough, and appear fresh. Be opposite with a kinsman, "furly with fervants: let thy tongue tang arguments of "state; put thyself into the trick of fingularity. She thus "advises thee, that fighs for thee. Remember who com"mended thy yellow ftockings, and wish'd to see thee ever 66 crofs-garter'd I say, remember; go to, thou art made, "if thou defireft to be fo: if not, let me fee thee a steward "ftill, the fellow of fervants, and not worthy to touch for"tune's fingers. Farewel. She, that would alter services "with thee, the fortunate and happy."

Day-light and champian difcovers no more; this is open. I will be proud, I will read politick authors, I will baffle Sir Toby, I will wash off grofs acquaintance, I will be Point de vise, the very man. I do not now fool myself to let imagination jade me; for every reafon excites to this, that my lady loves me. She did commend my yellow stockings of late, she did praise my leg, being cross-garter'd, and in this fhe manifefts herfelf to my love, and with a kind of injunction drives me to these habits of her liking. I thank my stars, I am happy : I will be strange, ftout, in yellow ftockings, and cross-garter'd, even with the swiftness of putting on. Jove, and my ftars be praised!-Here is yet a postscript. "Thou canst

not chufe but know who I am: if thou entertainest my "love, let it appear in thy smiling; thy smiles become "thee well. Therefore in my prefence still fmile, dear my "fweet, I pr'y thee.”—Jove, I thank thee! I will finile, I will do every thing that thou wilt have me. [Exit.

FAB. I will not give my part of this fport for a pension of thousands to be paid from the fophy.

Sir To. I could marry this wench for this device.

Sir AND. So could I too.

Sir To. And afk no other dowry with her, but such ane

ther jeft.

SCENE X. Enter Maria.

Sir AND. Nor I neither.

FAB. Here comes my noble gull-catcher.

Sir To. Wilt thou fet thy foot o'my neck?

Sir AND. Or o'mine either ?

Sir To. Shall I play my freedom at tray-trip, and become thy bord-slave?

Sir AND. I'faith, or I either?

Sir To. Why, thou haft put him in fuch a dream, that when the image of it leaves him, he must run mad.

MAR. Nay, but fay true, does it work upon him?
Sir To. Like Aqua-vitæ with a midwife.

MAR. If you will then see the fruits of the sport, mark his first approach before my lady: he will come to her in yellow ftockings, and 'tis a colour fhe abhors; and crossgarter'd, a fashion fhe detefts; and he will smile upon her, which will now be fo unsuitable to her difpofition, being addicted to a melancholy, as fhe is, that it cannot but turn him into a notable contempt: if you will fee it, follow me.

Sir To. To the gates of Tartar; thou most excellent devil of wit!

Sir AND. I'll make one too.

[Exeunt.