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Vio. I will answer you with gait and entrance: But we are prevented.
Enter Olivia and MARIA. Most excellent accomplished lady, the heavens rain odours on you!
Sir And. That youth's a rare courtier! Rain odours! well.
Vio. My matter hath no voice, lady, but to your own most pregnant and vouchsafed ear.
Sir And. Odours, pregnant, and vouchsafed :-I'll get 'em all three ready.
Oli. Let the garden door be shut, and leave me to my hearing.
[Exeunt Sir Toby, Sir ANDREW, and MARIA. Give me your hand, sir.
Vio. My duty, madam, and most humble service.
Oli. My servant, sir ! 'Twas never merry world,
Vio. And he is yours, and his must needs be yours; Your servant's servant is your servant, madam.
Oli. For him, I think not on bim: for his thoughts, 'Would they were blanks, rather than fill'd with me!
Vio. Madam, I come to whet your gentle thoughts On his behalf :
Oli. O, by your leave, I pray you;
Than music from the spheres.
Vio. Dear lady,
Oli. Give me leave, I beseech you: I did send, After the last enchantment you did here, A ring in chase of you; so did I abuse Myself, my servant, and, I fear me, you: Under your hard construction must I sit, To force that on you, in a shameful cunning, Which you knew none of yours: What might you
think? Have you not set mine honour at the stake, And baited it with all the unmuzzled thoughts That tyrannous heart can think? To one of your re
Vio. I pity you.
Vio. No, not a grise ; for 'tis a vulgar proof,
Oli. Why, then, methinks, 'tis time to smile again :
Vio. Then westward-hoe:
Oli. Stay :
Vio. That you do think, you are not what you are.
Vio. Would it be better, madam, than I am,
Oli. O, what a deal of scorn looks beautiful
Via. By innocence I swear, and by my youth,
Oli. Yet come again: for thou, perhaps, may'st move That heart, which now abhors, to like his love.
SCENE II.-A Room in Olivia's House.
Enter Sir Toby Belch, Sir Andrew AGUE-CHEEK,
and FABIAN. Sir And. No, faith, I'll not stay a jot longer. Sir To. Thy reason, dear venom, give thy reason. Fab. You must needs yield your reason, Sir Andrew.
Sir And. Marry, I saw your niece do more favours to the count's serving man, than ever she bestowed upon me; I saw't i'the orchard.
Sir To. Did she see thee the while, old boy? tell me that. Sir And. As plain as
you now. Fab. This was a great argument of love in her to
Sir And. 'Slight! will you make an ass o’ine?
Fab. I will prove it legitimate, sir, upon the oaths of judgment and reason.
Sir To. And they have been grand jury-men, since before Noah was a sailor.
Fab. She did show favour to the youth in your sight, only to exasperate you, to awake your dormouse valour, , to put fire in your heart, and brimstone in your liver: You should then have accosted her; and with some excellent jests, fire-new from the mint, you should have banged the youth into dumbness. This was looked for at your hand, and this was baulked: the double gilt of this opportunity you let time wash off, and you are now sailed into the north of my lady's opinion; where you will hang like an icicle on a Dutchman's beard,
unless you do redeem it by some laudable attempt, either of valour, or policy.
Sir And. And't be any way, it must be with valour; for policy I hate: I had as lief be a Brownist, as a politician.
Sir To. Why then, build me thy fortunes upon the basis of valour. Challenge me the count's youth to fight with him; hurt him in eleven places ; my niece shall take note of it: and assure thyself, 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 it in a martial hand; be curst and brief; it is no matter how witty, so it be eloquent, and full of invention : taunt him with the licence of ink: if thou thou'st him some thrice, it shall not be amiss; and as many lies as will lie in thy sheet of paper, although the sheet were big enough for the bed of Ware in England, set 'em down; go, about it. Let there be gall enough in thy ink; though thou write with a goose-pen, no matter: About it.
Sir And. Where shall I find you?
[Exit Sir Andrew. Fab. This is a dear manakin to you, Sir Toby.
Sir To. I have been dear to him, lad; some two thousand strong, or so.
Fab. We shall have a rare letter from him : but you'll not deliver it.