Sir And. 'Slight! will you make an afs o' me ?* Fab. I will prove it legitimate, Sir, upon the eaths of judgment and reason.

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

Fab. She did fhew favour to the youth in yourTM fight, only to exafperate you, to awake your dormouse valour, to put fire in your heart, and brim. flone in your liver. You fhould then have accofted her, and with fome excellent jelts, fire-new from the mint, you fhould have banged the youth intodumbnefs. This was looked for at your hand, andthis was baulked. The double gilt of this oppor-tunity you let time wafh off, and you are now failed: into the North of my Lady's opinion, where you will hang like an ificle on a Dutchman's beard, un lefs you do redeem it by fome laudable attempt, either of valour or policy.

Sir And. And't be any way, it must be with va→ Jour, for policy I hate: I had as lief be a Brownist as a politician.

Sir To. Why then build me thy fortunes upon› the bafis 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 thyfelf, 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 but this, Sir Andrew. Sir And. Will either of you bear me a challenge to him?

Sir To. Go write in a martial hand; be curfed: and brief: it is no matter how witty, fo it be eloquent, and full of invention; (13) taunt him with

(13): Taunt him with the iscence of ink; if thou thou'ft him· fome thrice,] There is no doubt, I think, but this passage is

the licence of ink; if thou thouft him fome thrice, it fhall not be amifs; and as many lies as will ly in thy fheet of paper, although the fheet were big enough for the bed of Ware in England, fet 'em down, go about it. Let there be gall enough in thy ink; though thou write with a goofe-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. Fab. This is a dear manikin to you, Sir Toby.. Sir To. I have been dear to him, lad,, fome two. thousand strong, or fo.

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Fab. We fhall have a rare letter from him; but you'll not deliver't?

Sir To. Never trust me then; and by all means

one of thofe in which our Author intended to flew his respect for Sir Walter Raleigh, and a deteftation of the virulence of his profecutors. The words quoted, seem to me directly levelled at the Attorney-General Coke, who in the trial of Sir Walter, attacked him with all the following indecent expreffions. All that he did "was by thy inftigation, theu viper; for I thu thee, then "traitor!" (Here, by the way, are the Poet's three thou's.) "You are an odious man.' "Is he bafe? 1 return it in"to thy throat, on his behalf."- -“O damnable atheist!" Thou art a monfter; thou haft an English face, "but a Spanith heart."- "Thou haft a Spanish heart, " and thyfelf art a fpider of hell."- "Go to, I will "lay thee on thy back for the confidenteft traitor that e

ver came at a bar," &c." Is not here all the licence of: tongue which the Poet fatirically prefcribes to Sir Andrew's ink? And how mean an opinion Shakespeare had of thefe petulant invectives, is pretty evident from his clofe of this speech; "Let there be gall enough in thy ink; though thou write with a goofe-pen, no matter.' A keener lath at the Attorney for a fool, than all the contumelies the Attorney threw at the prifoner as a fuppofed traitor?

ftir on the youth to an answer. I think, oxen and wain-ropes 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 h' anatomy. !

Fab. And his oppofite,, the youth, bears in his vifage no great preiage of cruelty.

Enter MARIA.

Sir To. Look where the youngest wren of nine

comes. A

Mar. If you defire the spleen, and will laugh yourfelves into ititches, follow me; yond gull Mal volio is turned heathen, a very Renegado? for there is no Chriftian, that means to be faved by believing rightly, can ever believe fuch impoffible pallages of groffhefs. He's in yellow ftockings. Sir To. And cross-gartered?

Mar. Molt villainouily; like a pedant that keeps a fchool i' th' church: I have dogged him like his murderer. He does obey every point of the letter that I dropped to betray him; he does fmile his. face into more lines than is in the new map, with the augmentation of the Indics; 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 mile, and take't for a great favour, Sir To. Come, bring us, bring us where he is. [Exeunt

SCENE changes to the Street.

Enter SEBASTIAN 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 itay behind you; my defire (More fharp than filed iteel,) did spur me forth; And not all love to fee you, (though fo much As might have drawn one to a longer voyage), But jealouly what might befal your travel, Being fkillets in thefe parts; which to a stranger, Unguided and unfriended, often prove Rough and unhoipitable. My willing love, The rather by thefe arguments of fear, Set forth in your purfuit.

Seb. My kind Antonio,

(14) I can no other anfwer make but thanks;
And. thanks, and ever thanks; and oft good turns
Are fhuffied off with fuch uncurrent pay;
But were my worth, as is my conscience, firm,
You should find better dealing; what's to do?
Shall we go fee the relicks of this town?

[ing. Ant. To-morrow, Sir; beft, firit, go fee your lodg Seb. I am not weary, and 'tis long to night:

I pray you, let us fatisfy our eyes

(14) I can no other answer make but thanks;

And thanks and ever-oft good turns

Are Buffled off with fun uncurrent pay; It must be obvious to every reader, who has the leaft knowledge in verfification, that the fecond line is too fhort by a whole foot however the editors have indolently paffed it over without fufpicion. Then, who ever heard of this goodly double adverb, ever-oft, which feems to have as much propriety as als-jometimes? As I have reftored the paffage. it is very much in our Author's manner and mode o: expreflion. in Cymben e;

So

Since when, I have been debtor to you for courte fies, which will be cue to pay, and yet pay jill. 's well that Ends well.

And in

And let me buy your friendly help thus far,
Which I will over-pay, and pay again

When I have found it.

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 'gainft the Duke his gallies,
I did fome fervice, of fuch note indeed,

That were I ta'en here, it would fcarce be answered.
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 answered in repaying
What we took from them, which, for traffic's fake,
Most of our city did. Only myself flood out,
For which, if I be lapfed in this place,

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, [ledge Whiles you beguile the time, and feed your know. With viewing of the town; there fhall you have me. Seb. Why I your purfe?

Ant. Haply your eye fhall light upon fome toy You have defire to purchase; and your store, I think, is not for idle markets, Sir.

Seb. I'll be your purse-bearer, and leave you for An hour.

Ant. To th' Elephant.-----

Seb. I do remember.

SCENE changes to Olivia's Houfe.

Enter OLIVIA and MARIA.

[Exeunt

(15) Oli. I have fent after him; fay he will come;

(15) I have fent after him; he says he'll come. But who did he fay fo to? Or from whom could my Lady have any