Ant. I could not stay behind you; my defire, More sharp than filed steel, did fpur me forth; And not all love to fec you (though so much, As might have drawn one to a longer voyage), But jealoufy what might befal your travel, Being skillefs in thefe parts; which, to a stranger, Unguided, and unfriended, often prove Rough and unhofpitable: My willing love, The rather by thefe arguments of fear, Set forth in your purfuit.

Seb. My kind Antonio,

I can no other answer make, but, thanks,
And thanks, and ever: Oft good turns
Are fhuffled off with fuch uncurrent pay:

But, were my worth, as is my confcience, firm,
You should find better dealing. What's to do?
fee the reliques of this town?
Ant. To morrow, fir; best, first, go see your
lodging.

Shall we go

Seb. I am not weary, and 'tis long to night; I pray you, let us fatisfy 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 these streets:
Once, in a fea-fight, 'gainft the duke his gallies,
I did fome fervice; of fuch note, indeed,

That, were I ta'en here, it would fcarce be answer'd.
Seb. Belike, you flew great number of his people.
Ant. The 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 anfwer'd in repaying
What we took from them; which, for traffick's fake,
F

Moft

Moft of our city did: only myself stood out:
For which, if I be lapsed in this place,

I fhall pay dear.

Seb. Do not then walk too open,

Ant. It doth not fit me Hold, fir, here's my In the fouth fuburbs, at the Elephant,

[purfe; Is beft to lodge: I will bespeak 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 fhall light upon some toy You have defire to purchafe; and your store, I think, is not for idle markets, fir.

Seb. I'll be your purfe-bearer, and leave you for an hour.

Ant. To the Elephant.

Seb. I do remember.

SCENE IV, OLIVIA'S Houfe:

Enter OLIVIA, and MARIA.

[Exeunt

Oli. I have fent after him: He fays, he'll come + How fhall I feaft him? what beftow of him? For youth is bought more oft, than begg'd, or borI fpeak too loud.Where is Malvolio?-he is fad, and civil, And fuits well for a fervant with my fortunes ;Where is Malvolio?

[row'd

Mar. He's coming, madam; but in very strange He is, fure, possest, madam. [manner. Oli. Why, what's the matter? does he rave? Mar. No, madam, He does nothing but fmile: your ladyfhip were beft

To

To have fome guard about you, if he come,
For, fure, the man is tainted in his wits.

Oli. Go, call him hither.-I'm as mad as he,
Enter MALVOLIO.

If fad and merry madness equal be.-
How now, Malvolio?

Mal. Sweet lady, ho, ho! [Smiles fantastically.
Oli. Smil'ft thou?

I fent for thee upon a fad occafion.

Mal. Sad, lady? I could be fad: This does make fome obftruction in the blood, this crofs-gartering: But what of that? if it please the eye of one, it is with me as the very true fonnet is Please one, and please all.

Oli. Why, how doft 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 fhall be executed. I think, we do know the fweet Roman hand.

Oli. Wilt thon go to bed, Malvolio?

Mal. To bed! ay, fweet heart; and I'll come to thee.

Oli. God comfort thee! Why doft thou smile so, and kifs thy hand so oft?

Mar. How do you, Malvolio?

Mal. At your requeft? Yes; Nightingales an fwer daws.

M. r. Why appear you with this ridiculous boldnefs before my lady?

Mal. Be not afraid of greatness :-'Twas well writ.
Oli. What meanest thou by that, Malvolio?
Mal. Some are born great,-

Oli. Ha?

Mal. Some atchieve greatness,

Oli. What fay'ft thou?

Mal. And fome have greatnefs thrust upon them.
Oli. Heaven restore thee!

Mal. Remember, who commended thy yellow ficckings!-
Oli. Thy yellow ftockings!

Mal. And wifh'd to fee thee cross-garter'd!
Oli. Crofs-garter'd!-

Mal. Go to: thou art made, if thou defireft to be so;-
Oli. Am I made!

Mal. If not, let me fee thee a fervant ftill.

Oli. Why this is a very midfummer madness.
Enter Servant.

Ser. Madam, the young gentleman of the count Orfino's is return'd; I could hardly entreat him back; he attends your ladyfhip's pleasure.

Oli. I'll come to him. Good Maria, let this fellow be look'd to. Where's my coufin Toby? let fome of my people have a special care of him; I would not have him miscarry for the half of my dowry. [Exit. Mal. Oh, ho! do you come near me now? no worfe man than Sir Toby to look to me? This concurs directly with the letter: fhe fends him on purpofe, that I may appear stubborn to him; for the incites me to that in the letter. Caft thy humble flough, fays fhe;-be oppofite with a kinfmanfurly with fervants-let thy tongue tang with arguments of frate -put thyfelf into the trick of fingularity;-and, confequently, fets down the manner how; as, a fad face, a reverend carriage, a flow tongue, in the habit of fome Sir of note, and fo forth. I have lim'd her but it is Jove's doing, and Jove make

me

me thankful! And, when fhe went away now, Let this fellow be look'd to: Fellow! not Malvolio, nor after my degree, but fellow. Why, every thing adheres together; that no dram of a fcruple, no fcruple of a fcruple, no obftacle, no incredulous or unsafe circumftance,-What can be faid! Nothing, that can be, can come between me, and the full profpect of my hopes. Well, Jove, not I, is the doer of this, and he is to be thanked,

Re-enter MARIA, with Sir TOBY and FABIAN.

Sir To. Which way is he, in the name of fanctity? If all the devils in hell be drawn in little, and Legion himself poffeft him, yet I'll speak to him. Fab. Here he is, here he is! How is't with you, fir? how is't with you, man?

Mal. Go off; I discard private; go off.

you; let me enjoy my

Mar. Lo, how hollow the fiend speaks with him! did not I tell you?-Sir Toby, my lady prays you to have a care of him.

Mal. Ah, ha! does fhe fo?

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: confider, he's an enemy to mankind. Mal. Do you know what you fay?

Mar. La you! an you speak ill of the devil, how he takes it at heart! Pray God, he be not bewitch'd! Fab. Carry his water to the wife woman.

Mar. Marry, and it fhall be done to-morrow morning, if I live. My lady would not lofe him for more than I'll fay.

Mal, How now, mistress?