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Clo. Sir Topas, the curate, who comes to visit Clo. Fare thee well : remain thou still in darkMalvolio the lunatic.

Thou shalt hold the opinion of Pythagoras, Mal. Sir Topas, sir Topas, good sir Topas, go to ere I will allow of thy wits, and fear to kill a woodmy lady.

cock, lest thou dispossess the soul of thy grandam. Clo. Out, hyperbolical fiend! how vexest thou Fare thee well. this man.

Talkest thou nothing but of ladies ? Mal. Sir Topas ! sir Topas !Sir To. Well said, master parson.

Sir To. My most exquisite sir Topas. Mal. Sir Topas, never was man thus wronged. Clo. Nay, I am for all waters. Good sir Topas, do not think I am mad: they have Mar. Thou might'st have done this without thy laid me here in hideous darkness.

beard, and gown: he sees thee not. Clo. Fie, thou dishonest Sathan! I call thee by Sir To. To him in thine own voice, and bring me the most modest terms; for I am one of those gentle word how thou findest him: I would, we were well ones, that will use the devil himself with courtesy. || rid of this knavery. If he may be conveniently deSay'st thou that house is dark ?

livered, I would he were; for I am now so far in Mal. As hell, sir Topas.

offence with my niece, that I cannot pursue with Clo. Why, it hath bay-windows transparent as any safety this sport to the upshot. Come by and barricadoes, and the clear stories towards the south- by to my chamber. north are as lustrous as ebony; and yet complainest

[Ereunt Sir Toby and Maria. thou of obstruction ?

Clo. Hey Robin, jolly Robin, Mal. I am not mad, sir Topas. I say to you,

Tell me how thy lady does." this house is dark.

(Singing. Clo. Madman, thou errest: I say, there is no Mal. Fool, darkness but ignorance, in which thou art more puz- Clo. “My lady is unkind, perdy." zled than the Egyptians in their fog.

Mal. Fool, Mal. I say, this house is as dark as ignorance, Clo. Alas, why is she so ?though ignorance were as dark as hell; and I say, Mal. Fool, I say ;there was never man thus abused. I am no more Clo. “She loves another"—Who calls, ha ? mad than you are: make the trial of it in any con- Mal. Good fool, as ever thou wilt deserve well at stant question.

my hand, help me to a candle, and pen, ink, and paper. Clo. What is the opinion of Pythagoras concern- As I am a gentleman, I will live to be thankful to ing wild-fowl ?

thee for't. Mal. That the soul of our grandam might haply Clo. Master Malvolio! inhabit a bird.

Mal. Ay, good fool. Clo. What thinkest thou of his opinion ?

Clo. Alas, sir, how fell you besides your five wits ? Mal. I think nobly of the soul, and no way approve Mal. Fool, there was never man so notoriously his opinion.

abused: I am as well in my wits, fool, as thou art. Clo. But as well ? then you are mad, indeed, if

SCENE III.-Olivia's Garden. you be no better in your wits than a fool.

Enter SEBASTIAN. Mal. They have here propertied me; keep me in darkness, send ministers to me, asses! and do all Seb. This is the air; that is the glorious sun; they can to face me out of my wits.

This pearl she gave me, I do feel't, and see't; Clo. Advise you what you say: the minister is here. And though 'tis wonder that enwraps me thus, - Malvolio, Malvolio, thy wits the heavens restore ! Yet'tis not madness. Where's Antonio then! endeavour thyself to sleep, and leave thy vain bibble I could not find him at the Elephant; babble.

Yet there he was, and there I found this credit, Mal. Sir Topas, –

That he did range the town to seek me out. Clo. Maintain no words with him, good fellow.- His counsel now might do me golden service: Who, I, sir ? not I, sir. God b' wi' you, good sir For though my soul disputes well with my sense, Topas.—Marry, amen.-I will, sir, I will.

That this may be some error, but no madness, Mal. Fool, fool, fool, I say.

Yet doth this accident and flood of fortune
Clo. Alas, sir, be patient. What say you, sir ? So far exceed all instance, all discourse,
I am shent for speaking to you.

That I am ready to distrust mine eyes, Mal. Good fool, help me to some light, and some And wrangle with my reason, that persuades me paper: I tell thee, I am as well in my wits, as any To any other trust but that I am mad, man in Illyria.

Or else the lady's mad: yet, if 'twere so, Clo. Well-a-day, that you were, sir!

She could not sway her house, command her folMal. By this hand, I am. Good fool, some ink,

lowers, paper, and light, and convey what I will set down to Take, and give back affairs, and their despatch, my lady: it shall advantage thee more than ever the With such a smooth, discreet, and stable bearing, bearing of letter did.

As, I perceive, she does. There's something in't, Clo. I will help you to't. But tell me true, are That is deceivable. But here the lady comes. you not mad indeed ? or do you but counterfeit ? Mal. Believe me, I am not: I tell thee true.

Enter Olivia, and a Priest. Clo. Nay, I'll ne'er believe a madman, till I see Oli. Blame not this haste of mine. If you mean his brains. I will fetch you light, and paper, and ink.

well, Mal. Fool, I'll requite it in the highest degree : Now go with me, and with this holy man, I prythee, be gone.

Into the chantry by; there, before him,

And underneath that consecrated roof,
Clo. I am gone, sir,
And anon, sir,

Plight me the full assurance of your faith ;
I'll be with you again,

That my most jealous and too doubtful soul
In a trice,

May live at peace : he shall conceal it,
Like to the old vice,

Whiles you are willing it shall come to note,

What time we will our celebration keep
Your need to sustain;

According to my birth. What do you say ?
Who with dagger of lath,

Seb. I'll follow this good man, and go with you,
In his rage and his wrath,

And, having sworn truth, ever will be true.
Cries, Ah, ha' to the devil:

Oli. Then lead the way, good father; and heavens
Like a mad lad,

so shine, Pare thy nails, dad,

That they may fairly note this act of mine! 34 Adieu, goodman devil. (Exit.

[Ereunt.

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SCENE I.— The Street before Olivia's House.

Enter Antonio, and Officers.
Enter Clown, and FABIAN.

Vio. Here comes the man, sir, that did rescue me. Fab. Now, as thou lov'st me, let me see his letter. Duke. That face of his I do remember well;

Clo. Good master Fabian, grant me another Yet, when I saw it last, it was besmear'd, request.

As black as Vulcan, in the smoke of war. Fab. Any thing.

A bawbling vessel was he captain of, Clo. Do not desire to see this letter.

For shallow draught and bulk unprizable, Fab. This is, to give a dog, and in recompense

With which such scathful grapple did he make desire my dog again.

With the most noble bottom of our fleet,

That very envy, and the tongue of loss,
Enter DUKE, VIOLA, and Attendants.

Cried fame and honour on him.—What's the Duke. Belong you to the lady Olivia, friends?

matter? Clo. Ay, sir; we are some of her trappings. 1 Off. Orsino, this is that Antonio,

Duke. I know thee well: how dost thou, my good | That took the Phænix, and her fraught, from Candy; fellow?

And this is he, that did the Tiger board, Clo. Truly, sir, the better for my foes, and the When your young nephew Titus lost his.leg. worse for my friends.

Here in the streets, desperate of shame and state, Duke. Just the contrary; the better for thy friends. In private brabble did we apprehend him. Clo. No, sir, the worse.

Vio. He did me kindness, sir, drew on my side, Duke. How can that be?

But, in conclusion, put strange speech upon me; Clo. Marry, sir, they praise me, and make an ass I know not what 'twas, but distraction. of me: now, my foes tell me plainly I am an ass; Duke. Notable pirate, thou salt-water thief, so that by my foes, sir, I profit in the knowledge of What foolish boldness brought thee to their mercies, myself, and by my friends I am abused; so that, Whom thou, in terms so bloody, and so dear, conclusions to be as kisses, if your four negatives Hast made thine enemies? make your two affirmatives, why then, the worse Ant.

Orsino, noble sir, for my friends, and the better for

my
foes.

Be pleas'd that I shake off these names you give me: Duke. Why, this is excellent.

Antonio never yet was thief, or pirate, Clo. By my troth, sir, no; though it please you Though, I confess, on base and ground enough, to be one of my friends.

Orsino's enemy. A witchcraft drew me bither: Duke. Thou shalt not be the worse for me: That most ingrateful boy there, by your side, there's gold.

From the rude sea's enrag'd and foamy mouth Clo. But that it would be double-dealing, sir, I Did I redeem: a wreck past hope he was. would you could make it another.

His life I gave him, and did thereto add Duke. O! you give me ill counsel.

My love, without retention, or restraint, Clo. Put your grace in your pocket, sir, for this All his in dedication : for his sake, once, and let your flesh and blood obey it.

Did I expose myself, pure for his love, Duke. Well, I will be so much a sinner to be a Into the danger of this adverse town; double dealer: there's another.

Drew to defend him, when he was beset: Clo. Primo, secundo, tertio, is a good play; and Where being apprehended, his false cunning the old saying is, the third pays for all: the tripler, (Not meaning to partake with me in danger) sir, is a good tripping measure; or the bells of St. Taught him to face me out of his acquaintance, Bennet, sir, may put you in mind—One, two, three. And grew a twenty-years-removed thing,

Duke. You can fool no more money out of me at While one would wink; denied me mine own purse, this throw: if you will let your lady know, I am Which I had recommended to his use here to speak with her, and bring her along with Not half an hour before. you, it may awake my bounty further.

Vio.

How can this be? Clo. Marry, sir, lullaby to your bounty, till I come Duke. When came he to this town? again. I go, sir; but I would not have you to think, Ant. To-day, my lord; and for three months that my desire of having is the sin of covetousness; before, but, as you say, sir, let your bounty take a nap, I No interim, not a minute's vacancy, will awake it anon. [Erit Cloron. Both day and night did we keep company.

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Enter Olivia, and Attendants.

Vio. And I, most jocund, apt, and willingly, Duke. Here comes the countess : now heaven

To do you rest a thousand deaths would die. walks on earth!

[Following: But for thee, fellow; fellow, thy words are madness:

Oli. Where goes Cesario? Three months this youth hath tended upon me;

Vio.

After him I love, But more of that anon.—Take him aside.

More than I love these eyes, more than my life, Oli. What would my lord, but that he may not More, by all mores, than e'er I shall love wife. have,

If I do feign, you witnesses above Wherein Olivia may seem serviceable ?

Punish my life for tainting of my love! Cesario, you do not keep promise with me.

Oli. Ah me! detested ? how am I beguild! Vio. Madam?

Vio. Who does beguile you ? who does do you Duke. Gracious Olivia,

wrong? Oli. What do you say, Cesario ?—Good my

Oli. Hast thou forgot thyself? Is it so long ?lord,

Call forth the holy father? [Exit an Attendant.

Duke. Vio. My lord would speak, my duty hushes me.

Come away. [To V10LA. Oli. If it be aught to the old tune, my lord,

Oli. Whither, my lord ?–Cesario, husband, stay. It is as fat and fulsome to mine ear,

Duke. Husband?

Oli. As howling after music.

Ay, husband: can he that deny ? Duke. Still so cruel ?

Duke. Her husband, sirrah ?

Vio. Oli. Still so constant, lord.

No, my lord, not I. Duke. What, to perverseness? you uncivil lady,

Oli. Alas! it is the baseness of thy fear, To whose ingrate and unauspicious altars

That makes thee strangle thy propriety. My soul the faithfull’st offerings hath breath'd out,

Fear not, Cesario: take thy fortunes up; That e'er devotion tender'd. What shall I do?

Be that thou know'st thou art, and then thou art Oli. Even what it please my lord, that shall

As great as that thou fear'st.-0, welcome, father! become him. Duke. Why should I not, had I the heart to do it,

Re-enter Attendant, with the Priest. Like to the Egyptian thief at point of death, Father, I charge thee, by thy reverence, Kill what I love? a savage jealousy,

Here to unfold (though lately we intended That sometime savours nobly.—But hear me this : To keep in darkness, what occasion now Since you to non-regardance cast my faith, Reveals before 'tis ripe) what thou dost know, And that I partly know the instrument

Hath newly past between this youth and me. That screws me from my true place in your favour, Priest. X contract of eternal bond of love, Live you the marble-breasted tyrant still ;

Confirm'd by mutual joinder of your hands, But this your minion, whom, I know, you love, Attested by the holy close of lips, And whom, by heaven I swear, I tender dearly, Strengthen'd by interchangement of your rings ; Him will I tear out of that cruel eye,

And all the ceremony of this compact Where he sits crowned in his master's spite.- Seal'd in my function, by my testimony: Come boy, with me: my thoughts are ripe in Since when, my watch hath told me, toward my mischief:

grave I'll sacrifice the lamb that I do love,

I have travelled but two hours. To spite a raven's heart within a dove. [Going. Duke. O, thou dissembling cub! what wilt thou be,

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sot?

Oli.

O! do not swear: Sir To. That's all one: he has hurt me, and Hold little faith, though thou hast too much fear. there's the end on't.—Sot, did'st see Dick surgeon, Enter Sir ANDREW AGUE-CHEEK, with his head

Clo. O! he's drunk, sir Toby, an hour agone : broken.

his eyes were set at eight i' the morning. Sir And. For the love of God, a surgeon ! send Sir To. Then he's a rogue, and a passy-measures one presently to sir Toby.

pavin. I hate a drunken rogue. Oli. What's the matter?

Oli. Away with him! Who hath made this havoc Sir And. He has broke my head across, and has with them? given sir Toby a bloody coxcomb too. For the love Sir And. I'll help you, sir Toby, because we'll be of God, your help! I had rather than forty pound I dressed together. were at home.

Sir To. Will you help? An ass-head, and a coxOli. Who has done this, sir Andrew ?

comb, and a knave! a thin-faced knave, a gull! Sir And. The count's gentleman, one Cesario. Oli. Get him to bed, and let his hurt be look'd to. We took him for a coward, but he's the very devil (Exeunt Clown, Sir Toby, and Sir ANDREW. incardinate.

Enter SEBASTIAN. Duke. My gentleman, Cesario ?

Sir And. Od's lifelings! here he is.—You broke Seb. I am sorry, madam, I have hurt your kinsiny head for nothing; and that that I did, I was set

man; on to do't by sir Toby.

But had it been the brother of my blood, Vio. Why do you speak to me? I never hurt you: I must have done no less with wit and safety. You drew your sword upon me, without cause ; You throw a strange regard upon me, and by that But I bespake you fair, and hurt you not.

I do perceive it hath offended you: Sir And. If a bloody coxcomb be a burt, you Pardon me, sweet one, even for the vows have hurt me: I think you set nothing by a bloody We made each other but so late ago. coxcomb.

Duke. One face, one voice, one habit, and two

persons ; Enter Sir Toby Belch, drunk, led by the Clown.

A natural perspective, that is, and is not ! Here comes sir Toby halting, you shall hear more: Seb. Antonio! O, my dear Antonio ! but if he had not been in drink, he would have How have the hours rack'd and tortur'd me, tickled you othergates than he did.

Since I have lost thee! Duke. How now, gentleman! how is't with you? Ant. Sebastian are you?

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