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“ some are born great, fome atchieve greatness, and fome " have greatness thrust upon

them. Thy fates open their “hands, let thy blood and spirit embrace them; and to in

ure thyself to what thou art like to be, cast thy humble nough, and appear fresh. Be opposite with a kinsman, “furly with servants: let thy tongue tang arguments of “state; put thyself into the trick of singularity. She thus “advises thee, that sighs for thee. Remember who com“mended thy yellow stockings, and wish'd to see thee ever “ cross-garter'd

I say, remember; go to, thou art made, “ if thou desirest to be so: if not, let me see thee a steward

still, the fellow of servants, 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 discovers no more; this is open. I will be proud, I will read politick authors, I will baffle Sir Toby, I will wash off gross acquaintance, I will be Point de vise, the very man. I do not now fool myself to let imagination jade me; for every reason 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 she manifests herself 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, stout, in yellow stockings, and cross-garter'd, even with the swiftness of putting on. Jove, and my stars be praised !---Here is yet a postscript. " Thou canst

not chule but know who I am: if thou entertainest my love, let it appear in thy smiling; thy smiles become thee well. Therefore in my presence ftill smile, dear my

sweet, I pr’y thee."-Jove, I thank thee! I will fimile, I will do every thing that thou wilt have me. [Exit.

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

Sir To. I could marry this wench for this device.
Sir AND. So could I too.
Sir To. And ask no other dowry with her, but such ano-

ther jest.

SCINE X. Enter Maria.

Sir And. Nor I neither.
Fab. Here comes my noble gull-catcher.
Sir To. Wilt thou set thy foot oʻmy neck ?
Sir And. Or o'mine either ?

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

Sir And. I'faith, or I either?

Sir To. Why, thou hast put him in such 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-vitz 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 vellow stockings, and 'tis a colour she abhors; and crossgarter'd, a fashion the detests; and he will smile upon her, which will now be so unsuitable to her disposition, being addicted to a melancholy, as she is, that it cannot but turn him into a notable contempt: if you will see it, follow me.

Sir To. To the gates of Tartar; thou most excellent devil of wit ! Sir And. I'll make one too.



OLIVIA's garden.

Enter Viola and Clown,


AVE thee, friend, and thy mufick. Dost thou live by

S thy tabor ?

Clo. No, sir, I live by the church.
V10. Art'thou a churchman?

Clo. No such matter, fir; I do live by the church; for I do live at my house, and my house doth stand by the church.

V10. So thou may'st say, the king lyes by a beggar, if a beggar dwell near him: or the church stands by thy tabor, if thy tabor stand by the church. Clo. You have said, fir.

To see this age !

A sen. tence is but a chev'ril glove to a good wit; how quickly the wrong side may

be turned outward?
V10. Nay, that's certain; they that dally nicely with
words, may quickly make them wanton.

Clo. I would therefore, my sister had had no name, fir.
V10. Why, man?

Clo. Why, fir, her name's a word; and to dally with that word, might make my sister wanton; but, indeed, words are very rascals, since bonds disgrac'd them.

V10. Thy reason, man?

Clo. Troth, fir, I can yield you none without words; and words are grown so false, I am loth to prove reason with them.

V10. I warrant, thou art a merry fellow, and carest for nothing.

Clo, Not so, sir, I do care for something; but, in my


conscience, sir, I do not care for you; if that be to care for nothing, fir, I would, it would make you invisible.

V10. Art not thou the lady Olivia's fool ?

Clo. No, indeed, sir; the lady Olivia has no folly; she will keep no fool, sir, 'till she be married; and fools are as like husbands, as pilchers are to herrings, the husband's the bigger: I am, indeed, not her fool, but her corrupter of words.

V10. I saw thee late at the duke Orsino's.

Clo. Foolery, sir, does walk about the orb like the sun; it shines every where. I would be sorry, fir, but the fool should be as oft with your master, as with my mistress: I think, I saw your wisdom there.

Vio. Nay, an thou pass upon me, I'll no more with thee. Hold, there's expences for thee.

Clo. Now Jove, in his next commodity of hair, send thee a beard !

Vio. By my troth, I'll tell thee, I am almost fick for one, though I would not have it grow on my chin. Is thy lady within ?

Clo. Would not a pair of these have bred, sir?
Tro. Yes, being kept together, and put to use.

Clo. I would play lord Pandarus of Phrygia, sir, to bring a Creflida to this Troylus.

Vio. I understand you, fir, 'tis well begg'd.

Clo. The matter, I hope, is not great, fir; begging but a beggar: Creflida was a beggar. My lady is within, sir, I will conster to them whence you come; who you are, and what you would, is out of my welkin; I might fay, element; but the word is over-worn.

[Exit. V10. This fellow is wile enough to play the fool, And, to do that well, craves a kind of wit:

He must observe their mood on whom he jefts,
The qual ty of the persons, and the time;
And, like the haggard, check at every

That comes before his eye. This is a practice,
As full of labour as a wise-man's art:
For folly, that he wisely shews, is fit;
But wise men's folly fall'n, quite taints their wit.

SCE N E II. Enter Sir Toby, and Sir Andrew.
Sir And. Save you, gentleman.
V10. And your, fir.
Sir To. “ Dieu vous guarde, monsieur.”
Vio. “ Et vous auffi; votre serviteur."
Sir To. I hope, fir, you are; and I am yours.

-Will you encounter the house; my niece is desirous you should enter, if your trade be to her.

Vio. I am bound to your niece, fir; I mean, she is the list of my voyage.

Sir To. Taite your legs, fir, put them to motion.

V10. My legs do better understand me, Sir, than I understand what you mean by bidding me taste my legs.

Sir To. I mean, to go, fir, to enter.

V10. I will answer you with gaite and entrance; but we are prevented.

Enter Olivia and Maria. Most excellent accomplish'd lady, the heav'ns rain odours on you!

Sir And. That youth's a rare courtier ! rain odours? well.

V10 My matter hath no voice, lady, but to your own most pregnant and vouchsafed ear.

Sir And. Odours, pregnant, and vouchsafed:~I'll get 'em all three ready.

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