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Sir To. I have been dear to him, Lad, fome two thousand strong or fo.:
Fab. We fhall 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 open'd, and you find fo much blood in his liver as will clog the foot of a flea, I'll eat the reft of th' anatomy.
Fab. And his Oppofite, the Youth, bears in his vifage no great prefage of cruelty.
Sir To. Look, where the youngest Wren of nine
Mar. If you defire the spleen, and will laugh your felves into stitches, follow me; yond gull Malvolio is turned Heathen, a very Renegado; for there is no Chriftian, that means to be fav'd by believing rightly, can ever believe fuch impoffible paffages of grofsnefs. He's in yellow Stockings.
Sir To. And cross-garter'd?
Mar. Moft villanoufly; 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 I 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 ftrike him; if the do, he'll fmile, and take't for a great favour.
Sir To. Come, bring us, bring us where he is.
SCENE changes to the Street.
Enter Sebaftian, and Anthonio.
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 stay behind you, my defire,
Seb. My kind Anthonio,
(14) I can no other anfwer make, but thanks;
Ant. To morrow, Sir; beft, firft, go fee your lodg
(14) I can no other Anfwer make but Thanks, And thanks: and ever-oft good Turns
Are fhuffled off with fuch uncurrent Pay ;] It must be obvious to every Reader, who has the leaft Knowledge in Verfification, that the second Line is too fhort by a whole Foot; however the Editors have indolently pafs'd it over without Sufpicion. Then, who ever heard of this goodly double Adverb, ever-oft, which feems to have as much Propriety as, always-fometimes? As I have reftor'd the Paffage, it is very much in our Author's Manner, and Mode of Expreffion. So, in Cymbeline; Since when I have been Debtor to You for Courtefies, which I will be ever to pay, and yet pay ftill. And in All's well, that Ends well.
And let me buy your friendly Help thus far,
Seb. I am not weary, and 'tis long to night;
Ant. Would, you'd pardon me:
I do not without danger walk thefe Streets.
That were I ta'en here, it would fcarce be anfwer'd.
I fhall pay dear.
Seb. Do not then walk too open.
Ant. It doth not fit me: hold, Sir, here's my purse. In the fouth fuburbs at the Elephant
Is beft to lodge: I will befpeak our diet,
With viewing of the Town; there shall you have me.
Ant. Haply, your eye fhall light upon some toy
Seb. I'll be your purse-bearer, and leave you for
Ant. To th' Elephant.-
Seb. I do remember.
SCENE changes to Olivia's House.
Enter Olivia, and Maria.
Have fent after him; fay, he will come; How fhall 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,
And fuits well for a fervant with
Oli. (15) I
Where is Malvolio?
Mar. He's coming, Madam: but in very ftrange
He is fure poffeft, Madam.
Oli. Why, what's the matter, does he rave? Mar. No, Madam, he does nothing but fmile; your Ladyfhip were beft to have fome guard about you, if he come; for, fure, the man is tainted in's wits. Oli. Go call him hither.
I'm as mad as he,
If fad and merry madness equal be.
Mal. Sweet Lady, ha, ha.
[Smiles fantastically. Oli. Smil'ft thou? I fent for thee upon a fad occafion.
(15) I have fent after him; he fays he'll come.] But Who did he say fo to? Or from Whom could my Lady have any fuch Intelligence? Her Servant, employ'd upon this Errand, was not yet return'd; and, when he does return, he brings Word, that the Youth would hardly be intreated back. I am perfuaded, She was intended rather to be in Sufpenfe, and deliberating with herself: putting the Suppofition that he would come; and asking Herself, in that Cafe, how She fhould entertain him. I imagine therefore the Poet wrote;
Say, I do fpeak with her, my Lord; what then?
So Petruchio in the Taming of the Shrew;
Say, that She rail; why, then I'll tell her plain, &c. And in numberless other Paffages.
Mal. Sad, Lady? I could be fad; this does make fome obftruction in 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: Pleafe one, and please all.
Ŏli. Why? how doft thou, man? what is the matter with thee?
Mal. Not black in my mind, tho' yellow in my legs: it did come to his hands, and Commands fhall be executed. I think, we do know that fweet Roman hand.
Oli. Wilt thou go to bed, Malvolio?
Mal. To bed? ay, fweet heart; and I'll come to thee.
Oli. God comfort thee! why doft thou fmile fo, and kifs thy hand fo oft?
Mar. How do you, Malvolio?
Yes, Nightingales anfwer Daws!
Mar. Why appear you with this ridiculous boldnefs before my Lady.
Mal. Be not afraid of Greatnefs; -'twas well writ. Oli. What meaneft thou by that, Malvolio?
Mal. Some are born Great
Mal. Some atchieve Greatness
Oli. What fay'ft thou?
Mal. And fome have Greatness thruft upon them
Mal. Remember, who commended thy yellow Stock
Oli. Thy yellow Stockings?
Mal. And wifh'd to fee thee cross-garter'd
Mal. Go to, thou art made, if thou defireft to be
Oli. Am I made?
Mal. If not, let me fee thee a fervant ftill.