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Sir And. Faith, so they say; but, I think, it rather Sir And. Good i' faith. Come, begin. consists of eating and drinking.

[They sing a catch. Sir To. Thou art a scholar ; let us therefore eat and

Enter MARIA. drink..-Marian, I say !-a stoop of wine !

Mar. What a catterwauling do you keep here! If Enter Clown.

my lady have not called up her steward, Malvolio, and Sir And. Here comes the fool, i' faith.

bid him turn you out of doors, never trust me. Clo. How now, my hearts ! Did you never see the Sir To. My lady's a Cataian”; we are politicians; picture of we three pi

Malvolio 's a Peg-a-Ramseys, and " Three merry men Sir To. Welcome, ass. Now let's have a catch.

Am not I consanguineous ? am I not of her Sir And. By my troth, the fool has an excellent blood ? Tilly-valley, lady! 6. There dwelt a man in breast.” I had rather than forty shillings I had such a Babylon, lady, lady !1037

[Singing. leg, and so sweet a breath to sing, as the fool has. In Clo. Beshrew me, the knight 's in admirable sooth, thou wast in very gracious fooling last night, fooling. when thou spokest of Pigrogromitus, of the Vapians Sir And. Ay, he does well enough, if he be disposed, passing the equinoctial of Queubus : 't was very good, and so do I.too : he does it with a better grace, but I i' faith. I sent thee sixpence for thy lemon": hadst it? do it more natural.

Clo. I did impeticote thy gratuity: for Malvolio's Sir To. “O! the twelfth day of December,"?nose is no whipstock : my lady has a white hand, and

(Singing the Myrmidons are no bottle-ale houses.

Mar. For the love of God, peace! Sir And. Excellent! Why this is the best fooling,

Enter MALVOLIO. when all is done. Now, a song.

Mal. My masters, are you mad? or what are you? Sir To. Come on: there is sixpence for you ; let's Have you no wit, manners, nor honesty, but to gabble have a song.

like tinkers at this time of night ? Do ye make an Sir And. There's a testril of me, too : if one knight alehouse of my lady's house, that ye squeak out your give away sixpence so will I give another: go to, a song.* coziers'll catches without any mitigation or remorse of

Clo. Would you have a love-song, or a song of good voice? Is there no respect of place, persons, nor time, life?

in you? Sir To. A love-song, a love-song.

Sir To. We did keep time, sir, in our catches. Sir And. Ay, ay; I care not for good life.

Mal. Sir Toby, I must be round with you. My Clo. O, mistress mine! where are you roaming ? lady bade me tell you, that, though she harbours you

O!
stay, for hereó your true love's coming, as her kinsman, she's nothing allied to your disorders.
That can sing both high and low.

If you can separate yourself and your misdemeanours,
Trip no farther, pretty sweeting;

you are welcome to the house; if not, an it would Journeys end in lovers' meeting,

please you to take leave of her, she is very willing to Every wise man's son doth know.

bid you farewell. Sir And. Excellent good, i' faith.

Sir To. “Farewell, dear heart, since I must needs Sir To. Good, good.

[Singing: What is love? 't is not hereafter ;

Mar. Nay, good sir Toby.
Present mirth hath present laughter ;

Clo. "His eyes do show his days are almost done."
What's to come is still unsure :

(Singing.16 In delay there lies no plenty;

Mal. Is't even so ?
Then come kiss me, sweet and twenty, ,

Sir To." But I will never die."
Youth's a stuff will not endure.

Clo. Sir Toby, there you lie.
Sir And. A mellifluous voice, as I am true knight. Mal. This is much credit to you.
Sir To. A contagious breath.

Sir To. 6 Shall I bid him go ?”
Sir And. Very sweet and contagious, i' faith.

Clo: “ What an if you do ?” Sir To. To hear by the nose, it is dulcet in conta- Sir To., Shall I bid him go, and spare not ?" gion. But shall we make the welkin dance indeed ? Clo. “O! no, no, no, no, you dare not." Shall we rouse the night-owl in a catch, that will draw Sir To. Out ö tuneló !-Sir, ye lie. Art any more three souls out of one weaver ? shall we do that? than a steward? Dost thou think, because thou art

Sir And. An you love me, let's do’t: I am a dog virtuous, there shall be no more cakes and ale ?17 at a catch.

Clo. Yes, by saint Anne; and ginger shall be hot i? Clo. By 'r lady, sir, and some dogs will catch well. the mouth too.

Sir And. Most certain. Let our catch be, “ Thou Sir To. Thou 'rt i’ the right.-Go, sir: rub your Knare.nih

chain with crumbs18.--A stoop of wine, Maria ! Clo. “ Hold thy peace, thou knave,'' knight? I shall Mal. Mistress Mary, if you prized my lady's favour be constrain'd in 't to call the knave, knight.

at any thing more than contempt, you would not give Sir And. T is not the first time I have constrain'd means for this uncivil rule: she shall know of it, by one to call me knave. Begin, fool : it begins, “ Hold this hand.

Exit. thy peace.”

Mar. Go shake your ears. Cio. I shall never begin, if l'hold my peace. Sir And. ’T were as good a deed as to drink when a

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Clo.

2 Used synony

1 A common tavern sign and print, of two fools, with the inscription, " we be three”—the spectator forming the third.

3 Mistress. mously with voice.

4 f. e. end this speech thus: "if one knight give a~" 5 and hear : in f. e. 6 Contained in Ravenscroft's “Deuteromélia," 1609, where the air is given to these words :

Hold thy peace, and I prythee hold thy peace,

Thou knave, thou knave ! hold thy peace, thou knave.7 May mean a sharper or a Chinese. 8 A popular tune. 9 The burden, with variations, as "Three merry boys," &c., of several old songs. 10 From the ballad of The Godly and Constant wyfe, Susannah-a stanza is in Percy's Reliques, Vol. I. 11 Botchers'. 12 The derivation of this is not known; it means, “Go, and be hanged.' 13 The ballad from which this is taken is in Percy's Reliques, Vol. I. 14 15 Not in

16 So the old copies; Theobald reads : time. 17 These dainties were eaten on Saints' days, greatly to the horror of the Puritans, for whose benefit the passage may have becn intended. 18 Stewards wore gold chains, which were cleaned with crumbs.

f. e.

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man 's a-hungry, to challenge him to the field, and then, Now, good Cesario, but that piece of song,
to break promise with him, and make a fool of him. That old and antique song, we heard last night;

Sir To. Do’t, knight: I'll write thee a challenge, or Methought, it did relieve my passion much,
I'll deliver thy indignation to him by word of mouth. More than light airs, and recollected terms,

Mar. Sweet sir Toby, be patient for to-night. Since Of these most brisk and giddy-paced tunes" : that youth of the count's was to-day with my lady, she Come; but one verse. is much out of quiet. For monsieur Malvolio, let me Cur. He is not here, so please your lordship, that alone with him : if I do not gull him into a nayword", should sing it. and make him a common recreation, do not think i Duke. Who was it ? have wit enough to lie straight in my bed. I know, I Cur. Feste, the jester, my lord: a fool, that the lady can do it.

[him. Olivia's father took much delight in. He is about the Sir To. Possess us, possess us: tell us something of house. Mar. Marry, sir, sometimes he is a kind of Puritan. Duke. Seek him out, and play the tune the while. Sir And. O ! if I thought that, I'd beat him like a dog.

[Exit Curio.—Music again. Sir To. What! for being a Puritan ? thy exquisite Come hither, boy: if ever thou shalt love, [T. VIOLA.? reason, dear knight?

In the sweet pangs of it remember me; Sir And. I have no exquisite reason for 't, but I have For such as I am all true lovers are: reason good enough.

Unstaid and skittish in all motions else, Mar. The devil a Puritan that he is, or any thing Save in the constant image of the creature constantly, but a time pleaser; an affectioneda ass, that That is belov'd.-How dost thou like this tune ? cons state without book, and utters it by great swarths : Vio. It gives a very echo to the seat the best persuaded of himself; so crammed, as he thinks, Where Love is thron'd. with excellences, that it is his ground of faith, that all Duke.

Thou dost speak masterly. that look on him love him; and on that vice in him My life upon't, young though thou art, thine eye will my revenge find notable cause to work.

Hath stay'd upon some favours that it loves ; Sir To. What wilt thou do?

Hath it not, boy? Mar. I will drop in his way some obscure epistles Vio

A little, by your favour. of love; wherein, by the colour of his beard, the shape Duke. What kind of woman is 't ? of his leg, the manner of his gait, the expressure of his Vio

Of your complexion. eye, forehead, and complexion, he shall find himself Duke. She is not worth thee, then. What years i? most feelingly personated. I can write very like my faith? lady, your niece; on a forgotten matter we can hardly Vio. About your years, my lord. make distinction of our hands.

Duke. Too old, by heaven. Let still the woman take Sir To. Excellent! I smell a device.

An elder than herself; so wears she to him, Sir And. I have't in my nose, too.

So sways she level in her husband's heart :
Sir To. He shall think, by the letter that thou wilt For, boy, however we do praise ourselves,
drop, that it coines from my niece, and that she is in Our fancies are more giddy and unfirm,
love with him.

More longing, wavering, sooner lost and won,
Mar. My purpose is, indeed, a horse of that colour. Than women's are.
Sir And. And your horse, now, would made him an ass. Vio

I think it well, my lord.
Mar. Ass I doubt not.

Duke. Then, let thy love be younger than thyself, Sir And, O! 't will be admirable.

Or thy affection cannot hold the bent; Mar. Sport royal, I warrant you: I know, my physic For women are as roses, whose fair flower, will work with him. I will plant you two, and let the Being once display'd, doth fall that very hour. fool make a third, where he shall find the letter: ob- Vio. And so they are: alas ! that they are so; serve his construction of it. For this night, to bed, and To die, even when they to perfection grow! dream on the event. Farewell.

[Exit.

Re-enter Curio, and Clown. Sir To. Good night, Penthesilea.

Duke. O, fellow! come, the song we had last night. Sir And. Before me, she's a good wench.

Mark it, Cesario ; it is old, and plain : Sir To. She's a beagle, true-bred, and one that The spinsters and the knitters in the sun, adores me : what o' that?

And the free maids, that weave their thread with bones, Sir And. I was adored once too.

Do use to chaunt it: it is silly sooth, Sir To. Let's to bed, knight.—Thou hadst need send And dallies with the innocence of love, for more money.

Like the old age.
Sir And. If I cannot recover your niece, I am a foul Clo. Are you ready, sir ?

Duke. Ay, pr’ythee, sing.
Sir To. Send for money, knight: if thou hast her
not i’ the end, call me cut*.

Clo. Sir And. If I do not, never trust me; take it how

Come away, come away, death,

And in sad cypress let me be laid ; Sir To. Come, come: I'll go burn some sack, 't is too

Fly away, fly away, breath ; late to go to bed now. Come, knight; come, knight.

I am slain by a fair cruel maid. [Exceunt.

My shroud of white, stuck all with yew,

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it : SCENE IV.-A Room in the DUKE's Palace.

My part of death no one so true
Enter DUKE, VIOLA, CURIO, and others.

Did share it.
Duke. Give me some music. [Music.*)-Now, good

Not a flower, not a flower sweet, morrow, friends.---

On my black coffin let there be strown;

way out.

[Music.

THE SONG.

you will.

3 Curtail horse. 4 Not in f. e.

5 times: in f. e.

6 Music: in f. e.

7 Not in f. e.

8 Counte.

1 By-word, a laughing-stock. 2 Affected. nance. 9 Chaste, pure.

Not a friend, not a friend greet

To her in haste : give her this jewel ; say,
My poor corpse, where my bones shall be thrown : My love can give no place, bide no denay. [Ereunt.
A thousand thousand sighs to save,

SCENE V.-Olivia's Garden.
Lay me, 0! where
Sad true lover never find my grave,

Enter Sir Toby BELCH, Sir ANDREW AGUE-CHEEK, and

FABIAN. To weep there. Duke. There's for thy pains. [Giving him money.' Sir To. Come thy ways, signior Fabian. Clo. No pains, sir : I take pleasure in singing, sir. Fab. Nay, I'll come: if I lose a scruple of this sport, Duke. I'll pay thy pleasure then.

let me be boiled to death with melancholy. Clo. Truly, sir, and pleasure will be paid, one time Sir To. Wouldst thou not be glad to have the nigor another.

gardly, rascally sheep-biter come by some notable Duke. I give thee now leave to leave me.?

shame ? Clo. Now, the melancholy god protect thee, and the Fab. I would exult, man: you know, he brought me tailor make thy doublet of changeable taffata, for thy out o' favour with my lady about a bear-baiting here. mind is a very opal !-I would have men of such con- Sir To. To anger him, we'll have the bear again, stancy put to sea, that their business might be every- and we will fool him black and blue ;-shall we not, thing, and their intent every where; for that's it, that sir Andrew? always makes a good voyage of nothing.–Farewell. Sir And. An we do not, it is pity of our lives.

[Exit Clown.

Enter MARIA. Duke. Let all the rest give place.-

Sir To. Here comes the little villain.--How now, [Exeunt Curio and Attendants. my metal of India ?3

Once more, Cesario, Mar. Get ye all three into the box-tree. Malvolio's Get thee to yond' same sovereign cruelty:

coming down this walk : he has been yonder i' the sun, Tell her, my love, more noble than the world, practising behaviour to his own shadow, this half hour. Prizes not quantity of dirty lands :

Observe him, for the love of mockery; for, I know, this The parts that fortune hath bestow'd upon her, letter will make a contemplative idiot of him. Close, Tell her, I hold as giddily as fortune;

in the name of jesting ! [The men hide themselves.] But 't is that miracle, and queen of gems,

Lie thou there; (drops a letter] for here comes the That nature pranks her in, attracts my soul.

trout that must be caught with tickling. [Exit MARIA. Vio. But, if she cannot love you, sir ?

Enter MALVOLIO. Duke. I cannot be so answer'd.

Mal. T is but fortune; all is fortune. Maria once Vio

Sooth, but you must. told me, she did affect me; and I have heard herself Say, that some lady, as perhaps there is,

come thus near, that, should she fancy, it should be Hath for your love as great a pang of heart

one of my complexion. Besides, she uses me with a As you have for Olivia : you cannot love her; more exalted respect than any one else that follows You tell her so; must she not then be answerd ? her. What should I think on't? Duke. There is no woman's sides

Sir To. Here's an over-weening rogue ! Can bide the beating of so strong a passion

Fab. O, peace! Contemplation makes a rare turkeyAs love doth give my heart; no woman's heart cock of him: how he jets under his advanced So big to hold so much : they lack retention.

plumes ! Alas! their love may be call'd appetite,

Sir And. 'Slight, I could so beat the rogue.No motion of the liver, but the palate,

Sir To. Peace! I say. That suffers surfeit, cloyment, and revolt;

Mal. To be count Malvolio. But mine is all as hungry as the sea,

Sir To. Ah, rogue ! And can digest as much. Make no compare

Sir And. Pistol him, pistol him. Between that love a woman can bear me,

Sir To. Peace! peace! And that I owe Olivia.

Mal. There is example for 't: the lady of the Strachy Vio Ay, but I know,

married the yeoman of the wardrobe. Duke. What dost thou know?

Sir And. Fie on him, Jezebel. Vio. Too well what love women to men may owe: Fab. O, peace ! now he's deeply in : look, how ima-. In faith, they are as true of heart as we.

gination blows him. My father had a daughter lov'd a man,

Mal. Having been three months married to her, sitAs it might be, perhaps, were I a woman,

ting in my state, I should your lordship.

Sir To. O, for a stone bow* to hit him in the eye! Duke. And what's her history?

Mal. Calling my officers about me, in my branched Vio. A blank, my lord. She never told her love,- velvet gown, having come from a day-bed, where I But let concealment, like a worm i' the bud,

have left Olivia sleeping : Feed on her damask cheek: she pin'd in thought: Sir To. Fire and brimstone ! And, with a green and yellow melancholy,

Fab. O, peace! peace ! She sat like patience on a monument,

Mal. And then to have the honours of state ; and Smiling at grief. Was not this love, indeed ?

after a demure travel of regard, -telling them, I know We

e men may say more, swear more ; but, indeed, my place, as I would they should do theirs, to ask for
Our shows are more than will, for still we prove my kinsman Toby-
Much in our vows, but little in our love.

Sir To. Bolts and shackles !
Duke. But died thy sister of her love, my boy ? Fab. O, peace, peace, peace! now, now.

Vio. I am all the daughters of my father's house, Mal. Seven of my people, with an obedient start, And all the brothers too; and yet I know not.-- make out for him. I frown the while; and, perchance, Sir, shall I to this lady ?

wind up my watch, or play with my-some rich jewel. Duke.

Ay, that's the theme. Toby approaches ; court’sies there to me. 1 Not in f. e.

3 Heart of gold. 4 A bow for throwing stones.

2 Give me now leave to leave thee: in f e.

5 humour : in f. e.

cry,

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Sir To. Shall this fellow live ?

sequel ; that suffers under probation : A should follow, Fab. Though our silence be drawn from us by th' but o does. ears' ; yet peace!

Fab. And O! shall end, I hope. Mal. I extend my hand to him thus, quenching my Sir To. Ay, or I'll cudgel him, and make him 0! familiar smile with an austere regard of control.

Mal. And then I comes behind. Sir To. And does not Toby take you a blow o' the Fab. Ay, an you had any eye behind you, you might lips then?

see more detraction at your heels, than fortunes before Mal. Saying, "Cousin Toby, my fortunes, having cast you. me on your niece, give me this prerogative of speech.” Mal. M, 0, A, I:--this simulation is not as the Sir To. What, what ?

former ;-and yet, to crush this a little, it would bow Mal. You must amend your drunkenness.” to me, for every one of these letters are in my name. Sir To. Out, scab!

Soft ! 'here follows prose.“[Reads.] “If this fall into Fab. Nay, patience, or we break the sinews of our plot. thy hand, revolve. In my stars I am above thee; but

Mal. “Besides, you waste the treasure of your time be not afraid of greatness : some are born great, some with a foolish knight."

achieve greatness, and some have greatness thrust upon Sir And. That's me, I warrant you.

them. Thy fates open their hands ; let thy blood and Mal. “One sir Andrew."

spirit embrace them. And, to inure thyself to what Sir And. I knew 't was I ; for many do call me fool. thou art like to be, cast thy humble slough, and appear

Mal. [Seeing the letter.] What employment have we fresh. Be opposite with a kinsman, surly with servants : here ?

let thy tongue tang arguments of state : put thyself Fab. Now is the woodcock near the gin.

into the trick of singularity. She thus advises thee, Sir To. 0, peace ! and the spirit of humours inti- that sighs for thee. Remember who commended thy mate reading aloud to him !

yellow stockings, and wished to see thee ever crossMal. [Taking up the letter.] By my life, this is my gartered : I say, remember. Go to, thou art made, lady's hand! these be her very C's, her U's, and her if thou desirest to be so; if not, let me see thee a stewT's; and thus makes she her great P's. It is, in con- ard still, the fellow of servants, and not worthy to touch tempt of question, her hand.

fortune's fingers. Farewell. She that would alter serSir And. Her C's, her U's, and her T's: Why that ? vices with thee, Mal. [Reads.] “ To the unknown beloved, this, and

The fortunate-unhappy." my good wishes :" her very phrases ! _By your leave, Day-light and champaign discovers not more: this is wax.-Soft !—and the impressure her Lucrece, with open. I will be proud, I will read politic authors, I which she uses to seal: 't is my lady. To whom should will baffle sir Toby, I will wash off gross acquaintance, this be ?

I will be point-device? the very man. I do not now Fab. This wins him, liver and all.

fool myself, to let imagination jade me, for every Mal. [Reads.] “ Jove knows, I love;

reason excites to this, that my lady loves me. She But who?

did commend my yellow stockings of late; she did Lips do not move :

praise my leg being cross-gartered ; and in this she No man must know."

manifests herself to my love, and with a kind of injunc"No man must know."'_What follows? the number's tion drives me to these habits of her liking. I thank altered." No man must know:"_if this should be my stars I am happy. I will be strange, stout, in thee, Malvolio ?

yellow stockings, and cross-gartered, even with the Sir To. Marry, hang thee, brock?!

swiftness of putting on. Jove, and my stars be praised ! Mal. [Reads.] "I may command, where I adore; --Here is yet a postscript. [Reads.] “ Thou canst not But silence, like a Lucrece knife,

choose but know who I am. If thou entertainest my With bloodless stroke my heart doth gore : love, let it appear in thy smiling: thy smiles become M, 0, A, I, doth sway my life.”

thee well; therefore in my presence still smile, dear Fab. A fustian riddle.

my sweet, I pr’ythee.”—Jove, I thank thee.--I will Sir To. Excellent wench, say I.

smile : I will do every thing that thou wilt have me. Mal. “M, 0, A, I, doth sway my life.”—Nay, but

[Escit. first, let me see,-let me see,-let me see.

Fab. I will not give my part of this sport for a penFab. What a dish of poison has she dressed him! sion of thousands to be paid from the Sophy.

Sir To. And with what wing the stannyel checks Sir To. I could marry this wench for this device. at it!

Sir And. So could I too. Mal. “I may command where I adore.” Why, she Sir To. And ask no other dowry with her, but such may command me : I serve her; she is my lady. Why, another jest. this is evident to any formale capacity. There is no Sir And. Nor I neither. obstruction in this. And the end,---what should that

Enter MARIA. alphabetical position portend ? if I could make that Fab. Here comes my noble gull-catcher. resemble something in me.--Softly !~M, O, A, I.- Sir To. Wilt thou set thy foot o' my neck ? Sir To. O! ay, make up that. He is now at a cold Sir And. Or o' mine either ?

Sir To. Shall I play my freedom at tray-trip,' and Fab. Sowters will cry upon ’t, for all this, though it become thy bond-slave ? be not as rank as a fox.

Sir And. I' faith, or I either ? Mal. M-Malvolio :--M---why that begins my Sir To. Why, thou hast put him in such a dream,

that when the image of it leaves him he must run mad. Fab. Did not I say, he would work it out ? the cur Mar. Nay, but say true : does it work upon him ? is excellent at faults.

Sir To. Like aqua-vitæ with a midwife. Mal. M.-But then there is no consonancy in the Mar. If you will then see the fruits of the sport,

scent.

name.

1 with ears : in f. e. 9 Some game of dice.

2 Badger.

3 A species of hawk.

4 One in his senses.

5 The name of a dog.

6 An open country. ? Exactly. 5 Wild, untrained hawk. 6 So the old copies, which Tyrwhitt changed to "men, folly-fallen, quite taint." 7 Limit, aim. 8 Anticipated. 9 Not in f. e.

mark his first approach before my lady: he will come that it cannot but turn him into a notable contempt. to her in yellow stockings, and 't is a colour she abhors; If you will see it, follow me. and cross-gartered, a fashion she detests; and he wilí Sir To. To the gates of Tartarus, thou most excelsmile upon her, which will now be so unsuitable to her lent devil of wit ! disposition, being addicted to a melancholy as she is, Sir And. I'll make one too.

[Exeunt.

ACT III.

worn.

Clo. The matter, I hope, is not great, sir, begging SCENE I.-OLIVIA's Garden.

but a beggar: Cressida was a beggar. My lady is Enter VIOLA, and Clown playing on pipe and tabor. within, sir. I will construe to them whence you come;

Vio. Save thee, friend, and thy music. Dost thou who you are, and what you would, are out of my live by thy tabor ?

welkin: I might say element, but the word is overClo. No, sir ; I live by the church.

[Exit. Vio. Art thou a churchman ?

Vio. This fellow's wise enough to play the fool, Clo. No such matter, sir: I do live by the church; And to do that well craves a kind of wit: for I do live at my house, and my house doth stand by He must observe their mood on whom he jests, the church.

The quality of persons, and the time, Vio. So thou may'st say, the king lives by a beggar, Not* like the haggard", check at every feather if a beggar dwell near him; or, the church stands by That comes before his eye. This is a practice thy tabor, if thy tabor stand by the church.

As full of labour as a wise man's art; Clo. You have said, sir-To see this age !-A sen- For folly, that he wisely shows, is fit, tence is but a cheveril' glove to a good wit : how But wise men's folly fall'n quite taints their wit. quickly the wrong side may be turned outward !

Enter Sir TOBY BELch and Sir ANDREW Vio. Nay, that's certain : they, that dally nicely with

AGUE-CHEEK. words, may quickly make them wanton.

(sir. Sir To. Save you, gentleman. Clo. I would, therefore, my sister had had no name, Vio. And you, sir. Vio. Why, man?

Sir And. Dieu vous garde, monsieur. Clo. Why, sir, her name's a word ; and to dally Vio. Et vous aussi: votre serviteur. with that word, might make my sister wanton. But, Sir And. I hope, sir, you are; and I am yours. indeed, words are very rascals, since bonds disgraced Sir To. Will you encounter the house ? my niece is them.

desirous you should enter, if your trade be to her. Vio. Thy reason, man?

Vio. I am bound to your niece, sir : I mean, she is Clo. Troth, sir, I can yield you none without words; the list of my voyage. and words are grown so false, I am loath to prove Sir To. Taste your legs, sir: put them to motion. reason with them.

Vio. My legs do better understand me, sir, than I Vio. I warrant thou art a merry fellow, and carest understand what you mean by bidding me taste my for nothing.

legs. Clo. Not so, sir, I do care for something ; but in Sir To. I mean, to go, sir, to enter. my conscience, sir, I do not care for you : if that be Vio. I will answer you with gait and entrance. to care for nothing, sir, I would it would make you But we are prevented®. invisible.

Enter OLIVIA and MARIA. Vio. Art not thou the lady Olivia's fool ?

Most excellent accomplished lady, the heavens rain Clo. No, indeed, sir ; the lady Olivia has no folly: odours on you ! she will keep no fool, sir, till she be married; and fools Sir And. That youth 's a rare courtier. " Rain are as like husbands, as pilchards are to herrings, the odours !” well. husband's the bigger. I am, indeed, not her fool, but Vio. My matter hath no voice, lady, but to your her corrupter of words.

own most pregnant and vouchsafed ear. Vio. I saw thee late at the count Orsino's.

Sir And. Odours," 6 'pregnant,” and “vouchClo. Foolery, sir, does walk about the orb, like the safed :"_I'll get 'em all three all ready. sun: it shines every where. I would be sorry, sir,

[Writing in his table-book.' but the fool should be as oft with your master, as with Oli. Let the garden door be shut, and leave me to my mistress : I think I saw your wisdom there. my hearing. [Exeunt Sir TOBY, Sir ANDREW, and MARIA.

Vio. Nay, an thou pass upon me, I'll no more with Give me your hand, sir. thee. Hold; there's expenses for thee. [Giving money.? Vio. My duty, madam, and most humble service.

Clo. Now Jove, in his next commodity of hair, send Oli. What is your name? thee a beard.

Vio. Cesario is your servant's name, fair princess. Vio. By my troth, I'll tell thee: I am almost sick Oli. My servant, sir ? ’T was never merry world, for one, though I would not have it grow on my chin. Since lowly feigning was called compliment. Is thy lady within ?

You ’re servant to the count Orsino, youth. Clo. Would not a pair of these have bred, sir? Vio. And he is yours, and his must needs be yours: Vio. Yes, being kept together, and put to use. Your servant's servant is your servant, madam.

Clo. I would play lord Pandarus of Phrygia, sir, to Oli. For him, I think not on him : for his thoughts, bring a Cressida to this Troilus.

'Would they were blanks, rather than fill'd with me! Vip. I understand you, sir : 't is well begg’d.

Vio. Madam, I come to whet your gentle thoughts [Giving more. On his behalf.

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