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A room in Olivia's house.
Enter Sir Toby Belch, and Sir Andrew Ague-cheek.
Sir To. Approach, sir Andrew: not to be a-bed after midnight, is to be up betimes ; and diluculo surgere, thou know'st,-
Sir And. Nay, by my troth, I know not: but I know, to be up late, is to be up late. Sir To. A false conclusion; I hate it as an unfill
to be up after midnight, and to go to bed then, is early; so that, to go to bed after midnight, is to go to bed betimes. Do not our lives consist of the four elements?
Sir And. 'Faith, so they say; but, I think, it ra. ther consists of eating and drinking.
Sir To. Thou art a scholar; let us therefore eat and drink.–Marian, I say!-a stoop of wine!
Sir And. Here comes the fool, i'faith.
Clo. How now, my hearts? Did you never see the picture of we three* ?
Sir To. Welcome, ass. Now let's have a catch.
Sir And. By my troth, the fool has an excellent breastt. I had rather than forty shillings I had such a leg; and so sweet a breath to sing, as the fool has. In sooth, thou wast in very gracious fooling last night, when thou spokest of Pigrogromitus, of the Vapians passing the equinoctial of Queubus; 'twas very good, i'faith. I sept thee sixpence for thy lemant: hadst it?
• Loggerheads be.
Clo. I did impeticos thy gratillity* ; for Malvolio's nose is no whipstock: my lady has a white hand, and the myrmidons are no bottle-ale houses.
Sir And. Excellent! Why, this is the best fool. ing, when all is done. Now, a song.
Sir To. Come on; there is sixpence for you: let's
have a song
Sir And. There's a testril of me too: if one knight give a
Clo. Would you have a love-song, or a song of good life? Sir To. A love-song, a love-song. Sir And. Ay, ay; I care not for good life.
SONG. Clo. O mistress mine, where are you roaming ?
0, stay and hear; your true love's coming,
That can sing both high and low ;
Every wise man's son doth know.
Sir And. Excellent good, i'faith!
What is love? 'tis not hereafter ;
What's to come, is still unsure:
Youth's a stuff will not endure.
Sir And. A mellifluous voice, as I am true knight.
• I did impetticoat thy gratuity.
gion. But shall we make the welkin dance* indeed? Shall we rouse the night-owl in a catch, that will draw three souls out of one weaver? shall we do that?
Sir And. An you love me, let's do't: I am dog at a catch.
Clo. By’r lady, sir, and some dogs will catch well,
Sir And. Most certain : let our catch be, Thou knade.
Clo. Hold thy peace, thou knave, knight? I shall be constrain'd in't to call thee knave, knight.
Sir And. 'Tis not the first time I have constrain'd one to call me knave. Begin, fool; it begins, Hold thy peace.
Clo. I shall never begiv, if I hold my peace.
[They sing a catch.
Enter Maria. Mar. What a catterwauling do you keep here ! If my lady have not called up her steward, Malvó. lio, and bid him turn you out of doors, never trust me.
Sir To. My lady's a Cataiant, we are politicians; Malvolio's a Peg. a.Ramseyf, and Three merry men we be. Am vot I consanguineous ? am I not of her blood? Tilly-valleys, lady! There dwelt a man in Babylon, lady, lady!
[Singing. Clo. Beshrew me, the knight's in admirable fool. ing.
Sir And. Ay, he does well enough, if he be disposed, and so do I too; he does it with a better grace, but I do it more natural. Sir To. O, the twelfth day of December,
[Singing, Mar. For the love of God, peace.
* Drink till the sky turns round. † Romancer. | Name of an old song. § Equivalent to filly fally, shilly shally.
Enter Malvolio. Mal. My masters, are you mad? or what are you? Have you no wit, manners, nor houesty, but to gabble like tinkers at this time of night? Do ye make an alehouse of my lady's house, that ye squeak out your coziers'* catches without any mitigation or remorse of voice? Is there no respect of place, persons, nor time, in you?
Sir To. We did keep time, sir, in our catches. Sneck upt!
Mal. Sir Toby, I must be round with you. My lady bade me tell you, that, though she harbours you as her kinsman, she's nothing allied to your disorders. If you can separate yourself and your mis. demeanors, you are welcome to the house; if not, an it would please you to take leave of her, she is very willing to bid you farewell.
Sir To. Farewell, dear heart, since I must needs
Mar. Nay, good sir Toby.
Sir To. Out o'time? sir, ye lie.- Art'any more than a steward? Dost thou think, because thou art virtuous, there shall be no more cakes and ale?
Clo. Yes, by Saint Anne; and ginger shall be hot i'the mouth too.
Sir To. Thou’rt i’the right.-Go, sir, rub your chains with crums :-a stoop of wine, Maria!
+ Hang yourself. Stewards anciently wore a chain.
Mal. Mistress Mary, if you prized my lady's fa. vour at any thing more than contempt, you would not give means for this uncivil rule* ; she shall know of it, by this hand.
(Erit. Mar. Go shake your ears.
Sir And. 'Twere as good a deed as to drink when a man's a hungry, to challenge him to the field ; and then to break promise with liim, and make a fool of him.
Sir To. To't, knight; I'll write thee a challenge; or I'll deliver thy indignation to him by word of mouth.
Mar. Sweet sir Toby, be patient for to-night; since the youth of the count's was to-day with my lady, she is much out of quiet. For monsieur Malvolio, let me alone with him: if I do not gull him into a nay.wordt, and make him a common recreation, do not think I have wit enough to lie straight in my bed : I know I can do it.
Sir To. Possess ust, possess us; tell us something of him.
Mar. Marry, sir, sometimes he is a kind of Pu. ritan.
Sir And. O, if I thought that, I'd beat him like a dog.
Sir To. What, for being a Puritan? thy exquisite reason, dear knight?
Sir And. I have no exquisite reason for't, but I have reason good enough.
Mar. The devil a Puritan that he is, or any thing constantly but a time-pleaser; an affectionedý ass, that cons state without book, and utters it by great
swarths||: the best persuaded of himself, so cramto med, as he thinks, with excellencies, that it is his
ground of faith, that all that look on him, love him; and on that vice in him will my revenge find notable cause to work.
# Method of life. + Bye-word. # Inform us.