Clo. Well held out, i'faith! No, I do not know you; nor am I not sent to you by my lady, to [trouble, bid you come speak with her; nor your name I'll lend you something: my having is not much; is not master Cessario; nor this is not my nose I'll make division of my present with you: Hold, there is half my coffer.

[Holding SEBASTIAN. Sir And. Nay, let him alone; I'll go another way to work with him; I'll have an action of battery against him, if there be any law in Illypas-ria: though I struck him first, yet it's no matter for that.

Against thy peace. Go with me to my house;
And hear thou there how many fruitless pranks
This ruffian hath botch'd up, that thou thereby
May'st smile at this: thou shalt not choose but go?
Do not deny: Beshrew his soul for me,
He started one poor heart of mine in thee!
Seb. What relish is in this? how runs the

stream?

Or I am mad, or else this is a dream :-
Let fancy still my sense in Lethe steep;
If it be thus to dream, still let me sleep!
Oli. Nay, come, I pr'ythee: 'Would, thou'dst
be rul'd by me!
Seb. Madam, I will.
Oli.

O, say so, and so be!
[Exeunt.
SCENE II. A Room in Olivia's House.
Enter MARIA and Clown.
Mar. Nay, I pr'ythee, put on this gown, and
this beard; make him believe, thou art Sir To-
Pas the curate; do it quickly: I'll call Sir Toby
the whilst.
[Exit MARIA.

Clo. Well, I'll put it on, and I will dissemble myself in't; and I would I were the first that ever dissembled in such a gown. I am not tall enough to become the function well: nor lean enough to be thought a good student: but to be said, an honest man, and a good housekeeper, goes as fairly as to say, a careful man, and a great scholar. The competitors enter.

Clo. What thinkest thou of his opinion? Mal. I think nobly of the soul, and no way approve his opinion.

Clo. Fare thee well: Remain thou still in darkness: thou shalt hold the opinion of Pythagoras, ere I will allow of thy wits: and fear to kill a woodcock, lest thou dispossess the soul of thy grandam. Fare thee well.

Mal. Sir Topas, Sir Topas

Sir To. My most exquisite Sir Topas!
Clo. Nay, I am for all waters.

Mar. Thou might'st have done this without thy beard and gown; he sees thee not.

Sir To. To him in thine own voice, and bring me word how thou findest him; I would, we were well rid of this knavery. If he may be conveniently delivered, I would he were; for I am now so far in offence with my niece, that I cannot pursue with any safety this sport to the upshot. Come by and by to my chamber. [Exeunt SIR TOBY and MARIA. Clo. Hey Robin, jolly Robin, [Singing.

Tell me how thy lady does.

Mal. Fool,

Clo. My lady is unkind, perdy.
Mal. Fool,-

Clo. Alas, why is she so?
Mal. Fool, I say:-

Clo. She loves another-Who calls, ha?

Mal. Good fool, as ever thou wilt deserve well at my hand, help me to a candle, and pen, ink, and paper; as I am a gentleman, I will

Enter SIR TOBY BELCH and MARIA. Sir To. Jove bless thee, master parson. Clo. Bonos dies, Sir Toby: for as the old her-live to be thankful to thee for't. mit of Prague, that never saw pen and ink, very | wittily said to a niece of king Gorbodue, That, that is, is so I, being master parson, am master parson: For what is that, but that? and is, but is? Sir To. To him, Sir Topas.

Clo. What, hoa, I say;-Peace in this prison! Sir To. The knave counterfeits well: a good knave.

Mal. [in an inner chamber.] Who calls there? Clo. Sir Topas the curate, who comes to visit Malvolio the lunatic.

Mal. Sir Topas, Sir Topas, good Sir Topas, go to my lady.

Clo. Out, hyperbolical fiend! how vexest thou this man? talkest thou nothing but of ladies. Sir To. Well said, master parson. Mal. Sir Topas, never was man thus wronged: good Sr Topas, do not think I am mad: have laid me here in hideous darkness.

Clo. Master Malvolio!
Mal. Ay, good fool.

[wits?

Clo. Alas, sir, how fell you besides your five Mal. Fool, there was never man so notoriously abused: I am as well in my wits, fool, as thou art.

Clo. But as well? then you are mad, indeed, if you be no better in your wits than a fool.

Mal. They have here propertied me: keep me in darkness, send ministers to me, asses, and do all they can to face me out of my wits.

Clo. Advise you what you say; the minister is here,-Malvolio, Malvolio, thy wits the heavens restore! endeavour thyself to sleep, and leave thy vain bibble babble.

Mal. Sir Topas,—~~~

Clo. Maintain no words with him, good fellow. they-Who, I, sir? not I, sir. God b'wi'yon, good Sir Topas.-Marry, amen.-I will, sir, I will. Mal. Fool, fool, fool, I say,

C. Fie, thou dishonest Sathan! I call thee by the most modest terms; for I am one of those gentle ones, that will use the devil himself with courtesy: Say'st thou, that house is dark?

Mal. As hell, Sir Topas.

Clo. Why, it hath bay windows transparent as barricadoes, and the clear stories towards the south-north are as lustrious as ebony: and yet complainest thou of obstruction?

Mal. I am not mad, Sir Topas: I say to you, this house is dark.

Clo. Madman, thou errest: I say, there is no darkness, but ignorance; in which thou art more puzzled than the Egyptians in their fog.

Mal. I say, this house is as dark as ignorance, though ignorance were as dark as hell; and I say, there was never man thus abused: I am no more mad than you are; make the trial of it in any constant question.

Clo. What is the opinion of Pythagoras concerning wild-fowl?

Mal. That the soul of our grandam might haply inhabit a bird.

Clo. Alas, sir, be patient. What say you, sir? I am shent for speaking to you.

Mal. Good fool, help me to some light, and some paper; I tell thee, I am as well in my wits as any man in Illyria.

Clo. Well-a-day,--that you were, sir!

Mal. By this hand, I am: Good fool, some ink, paper, and light, and convey what I will set down to my lady; it shall advantage thee more than ever the bearing of letter did.

Clo. I will help you to't. But tell me true, are you not mad, indeed? or do you but coun

terfeit ?

In a trice;

Like to the old vice,
Your need to sustain ;

Who with dagger of lath,

In his rage and his wrath,

Cries ah, ah! to the devil:

Like a mad lad,

Pare thy nails, dad,

Adieu, goodman drivel.

SCENE III.-Olivia's Garden.

Enter SEBASTIAN.

[Exit.

ass of me; now my foes tell me plainly I ain an ass: so that by my foes, sir, I profit in the knowledge of myself; and by my friends I am abused: so that, conclusions to be as kisses, if your four negatives make your two affirmatives, why, then the worse for my friends, and the better for my foes.

Duke. Why, this is excellent.

Clo. By my troth, sir, no; though it please you to be one of my friends.

Duke. Thou shalt not be the worse for me; there's gold.

Clo. But that it would be double dealing, sir, I would you could make it another.

Duke. O, you give me ill counsel.

Clo. Put your grace in your pocket, sir, for this once, and let your flesh and blood obey it. Duke. Well I will be so much a sinner to be a double dealer; there's another.

Seb. This is the air: that is the glorious sun; This pearl she gave me, I do feel't and see't: And though 'tis wonder that enwraps me thus, Yet 'tis not madness. Where's Antonio then? I could not find him at the Elephant: Yet there he was; and there I found this credit, That he did range the town to seek me out. His counsel now might do me golden service: For though my soul disputes well with my sense, That this may be some error, but no madness, Yet doth this accident and flood of fortune So far exceed all instance, all discourse, That I am ready to distrust mine eyes, And wrangle with my reason, that persuades me this throw: if you will let your lady know, I To any other trust, but that I am mad, Or else the lady's mad; yet, if 'twere so, She could not sway her house, command her followers,

Take, and give back affairs, and their dispatch,
With such a smooth, discreet, and stable bearing,
As, I perceive, she does: there's something in't
That is deceivable. But here comes the lady.
Enter OLIVIA and a Priest.

Oli. Blame not this haste of mine: if you mean
Now go with me, and with this holy man, [well,
Into the chantry by: there, before him,
And underneath that consecrated roof,
Plight me the full assurance of your faith;
That my most jealous and too doubtful soul
May live at peace: He shall conceal it,
Whiles you are willing it shall come to note;
What time we will our celebration keep
According to my birth.-What do you say?
Seb. I'll follow this good man and go with you;
And, having sworn truth, ever will be true.
Oli. Then lead the way, good father:And
heavens so shine,

That they may fairly note this act of mine!

Art Fifth.

[Exeunt.

SCENE I. The Street before Olivia's House.
Enter Clown and FABIAN.

Fab. Now, as thou lovest me, let me see his letter.

Clo. Good master Fabian, grant me another
Fab. Any thing.
[request.

Clo. Primo, secundo, tertio, is a good play; and the old saying is, the third pays for all; the triplex, sir, is a good tripping measure; or the bells of St. Bennet, sir, may put you in mind. One, two, three.

Duke. You can fool no more money out of me at

am here to speak with her, and bring her along with you, it may awake my bounty further.

Clo. Marry, sir, lullaby to your bounty, till I come again. I go, sir; but I would not have you to think, that my desire of having is the sin of covetousness; but, as you say, sir, let your bounty take a nap, I will awake it anon.

[Exit Clown.

Enter ANTONIO and Officers.
Vio. Here comes the man, sir, that did rescue

me.

Duke. That face of his I do remember well;
Yet, when I saw it last, it was besmear'd
As black as Vulcan, in the smoke of war:
A bawling vessel was he captain of,
For shallow draught, and bulk unprizable:
With which such scathful grapple did he make
With the most noble bottom of our feet,
That very envy, and the tongue of loss,
Cry'd fame and honour on him,-What's the
1 Off. Orsino, this is that Antonio [matter?
That took the Phoenix and her fraught, from
Candy:

And this is he that did the Tiger board,
When your young nephew Titus lost his leg:
Here in the streets, desperate of shame and state,
In private brabble did we apprehend him.

Vio. He did me kindness, sir; drew on my side;
But, in conclusion, put strange speech upon me,
I know not what 'twas, but distraction.

Duke. Notable pirate! thou salt-water thief! What foolish boldness brought thee to their mercies,

Whom thou, in terms so bloody, and so dear,
Hast made thine enemies?
Ant.

Orsino, noble sir,

Clo. Do not desire to see this letter. Fab. That is, to give a dog, and in recom-Be pleased that I shake off these names you pense desire my dog again.

Enter DUKE, VIOLA, and Attendants.
Duke. Belong you to the lady Olivia, friends?
Clo. Ay, sir; we are some of her trappings.
Duke. I know thee well: How dost thou, my
good fellow?

Clo. Truly, sir, the better for my foes, and the worse for my friends.

Duke. Just the contrary; the better for thy
Clo. No, sir, the worse.
[friends.
Duke. How can that be?
Clo. Marry, sir, they praise me, and make an

give me;

Antonio never yet was thief, or pirate,
Though, I confess, on base and ground enough,
Orsino's enemy. A witchcraft drew me hither:
That most ingrateful boy there, by your side.
From the rude sea's enrag'd and foamy mouth
Did I redeem: a wreck past hope he was:
His life I gave him, and did thereto add
My love, without retention or restraint,
All his in dedication: for his sake,
Did I expose myself, pure for his love,
Into the danger of this adverse town;