I love thee fo, that, maugre all thy pride,
Nor wit, nor reason, can my paffion hide.
Do not extort 'wry reafons from this claufe,
For that I woo, thou therefore haft no caufe:
But rather reason thus with reason fetter;
Love fought is good; but given, unfought, is better.
VIO. By innocence I swear, and by my youth,

I have one heart, one bofom, and one truth,
And that no woman has ; nor never none
Shall mistress be of it, fave I alone.

And fo adieu, good madam; never more
Will I my master's tears to you deplore.

ÖLI. Yet come again; for thou, perhaps, may'ft move That heart, which now abhors, to like his love.

[Exeunt.

SCENE IV. Changes to an apartment in Olivia's house.
Enter Sir Toby, Sir Andrew, and Fabian,

Sir AND. No, faith, I'll not ftay a jot longer.
Sir To. Thy reafon, dear venom, give thy reason.
FAB. You must needs yield your reafon, Sir Andrew.

Sir AND Marry, I faw your neice do more favours to the duke's ferving-man, than ever fhe bestow'd on me. I. faw't, i' th' orchard.

Sir To. Did the fee thee the while, old boy, tell me that. Sir AND. As plain as I fee you now.

FAB. This was a great argument of love in her towards you.

Sir AND. Slight! will you make an afs o'me?

FAB. I will prove it legitimate, fir, upon the oaths of Judgment and Reason.

Sir To. And they have been grand jury-men fince before Noah was a failor.

FAB. She did fhew favour to the youth in your fight, only to exasperate you, to awake your dormouse valour, to put fire in your heart, and brimstone in your liver. You should then have accofted her, with feme excellent jefts, fire-new from the mint; you should have bang'd the youth into dumbne's. This was look'd for at your hand, and this was baulkt. The double gilt of this opportunity you let time wafh off, and you are now fail'd into the north of my lady's opinion; where you will hang like an ificle on a Dutchman's beard, unless you do redeem it by fome laudable attempt, either of valour or policy.

Sir AND. And'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 duke's youth to fight with him; hurt him in eleven places; my niece fhall take note of it; and affure thyself, there is no love-broker in the world can more prevail in man's commendation with woman, than report of valour.

FAB. There is no way bu this, Sir Andrew.

Sir AND. Will either of you bear me a challenge to him? Sir To. Go, write in a martial hand; be curft and brief : it is no matter how witty, fo it be eloquent, and full of invention; taunt him with the licenfe of ink; if thou THOU'ft him fome thrice, it fhall not be amifs, and as many lies as will lye in thy fheet of paper, although the sheet were big enough for the bed of Ware in England; let 'em down, go about it. Let there be gall enough in thy ink, tho' thou write with a goose-pen, no matter: about it. Sir AND. Where fhall I find you?

Sir To. We'll call thee at the Cubiculo: go.

[Exit Sir Andrew.

SCEN E V.

FAB. This is a dear manikin to you, Sir Toby.

Sir To. I have been dear to him, lad, fome two thousand ftrong or fo.

FAC. We shall have a rare letter from him; but you'll not deliver't.

Sir To. Never truft me then; and by all means ftir on the] youth to an answer. I think, oxen and wainropes cannot hale them together. For Andrew, if he were opened, and you find fo much blood in his liver as will clog the foot of a flea, I'll eat the rest of the anatomy.

FAB. And his oppofite, the youth, bears in his visage no great prefage of cruelty.

Enter Maria.

Sir To. Look, where the youngest wren of nine comes. MAR. If you defire the spleen, and will laugh yourself into ftitches, follow me: yond gull Malvolio is turned heathen, a very renegado; for there is no christian, that means to be fav'd by believing rightly, can ever believe fuch impoffible paffages of groffnefs. He's in yellow stockings.

Sir To. And cross-garter'd?

MAR. Moft villainously; like a pedant that keeps a school i' th' church-I have dogg'd him, like his murtherer. He does obey every point of the letter, that dropt to betray him. He does fmile his face into more lines than is in the new map, with the augmentation of the Indies; you have not feen fuch 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. [Exeunt.

SCENE VI. Changes to the street.

Enter Sebaftian and Antonio.

SEB. I would not by my will have troubled you.
But fince you make your pleasure of your pains,
I will no further chide you.

ANT. I could not ftay behind you; my defire
(More fharp than filed steel) did fpur me forth;
And not all love to see you (tho' so much,
As might have drawn one to a longer voyage.)
But jealoufie what might befall your travel,
Being skillefs 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.

SEB. My kind Antonio,

I can no other anfwer make, but thanks;
And thanks, and ever thanks; and oft good turns
Are fhuffled off with fuch uncurrent pay;
But were my worth, as is my confcience, firm,
You fhould find better dealing: what's to do?

Shall we go fee the relicks of this town?

ANT. To-morrow, fir; beft, firft, go fee your lodging. SEB. I am not weary, and 'tis long to night,

I pray you, let us fatisfie our eyes

With the memorials, and the things of fame,
That do renown this city.

ANT. 'Would, you'd pardon me :

I do not without danger walk thefe ftreets.
Once, in a fea-fight 'gainst the duke his gallies,
I did fome fervice of fuch note, indeed,

That were I ta'en here, it would scarce be anfwer'd.
SEB. Belike, you flew great number of his people.
ANT. Th'offence is not of fuch a bloody nature,
Albeit the quality of the time and quarrel
Might well have given us bloody argument:
It might have fince been answer'd in repaying
What we took from them, which, for traffick's fake,
Most of our city did. Only myself stood out;

For which, if I be lapfed in this place,

I fhall pay dear.

SEB. Do not then walk fo open.

ANT. It doth not fit me: hold, fir, here's my purse. In the fouth fuburbs at the elephant

Is beft to lodge: I will befpeak our diet,

Whiles you beguile your time, and feed your knowledge
With viewing of the town; there shall you have me.
SEB. Why I your purfe?

ANT. Haply, your eye shall light upon fome toy
You have defire to purchase; and

your store,

I think, is not for idle markets, fir.

SEB. I'll be your purse-bearer, and leave you for an

hour.

ANT. To th' elephant.

SEB. I do remember.

[Exeunt.

SCENE VII. Changes to Olivia's house.

Enter Olivia, and Maria.

OLI. I have fent after him; he fays he'll come;

How shall I feaft him? what beftow on him?

For youth is bought more oft, than begg'd or borrow'd.
I fpeak too loud.-

Where is Malvolio? he is fad and civil,