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Art Fourth.

1 of. No, sir, 10 jot; I know your favourwell. Sir And. An I do not,

(Exit. Though now you have no sea-cap on your head. Fab. Come, let's see the event. Take him away; he knows, I know him well. Sir To. I dare lay any money,'twill be nothing Ant. I must obey.-This comes with seeking yet.

[Exeunt. you ; But there's no remedy; I shall answer it. What will you do? Now my necessity. Makes me to ask you for my purse: Itgrieves ine Much more, from what I cannot do for you, SCENE I. The Street before Olivia's House. Than what befalls myself. You stand amaz'd :

Enter SEBASTIAN and Clown. But be of comfort.

Clo. Will you make me believe that I am not 2 0.1. Come, sir, away.

sent for you? Ant. I must entreat of yousome of that money. Seb. Go to, go to, thou art a foolish fellow; Vio. What money, sir?

Let me be clear of thee. For the fair kindness you have show'd me here, Clo. Well held out, i'faith! No, I do not know And, part, being prompted by your present you; nor am I not sent to you by my lady, to Out of my lean and low ability (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 ny nose I'll make division of my present with you: neither.- Nothing, that is so, is so. Hold, there is half my coffer.

Seb. I prythee, vent thy folly somewhere else; Ant.

Will you deny me now? Thon know'st not me. Is't possible, that my deserts to you'

Clo. Vent my folly! He has heard that word Can lack persuasion? Do not tempt my misery. of some great man, and now applies it to a fool. Lest that it make me so unsound a man, Vent my folly! I am afraid this great lubber, As to upbraid you with those kindnesses the world, will prove a cockney. I prytliee That I have done for you.

now, ungird thy strangeness, and tell me what Vio

I know of none; I sliall vent to my lady; Shall I vent to her, Nor know I you by voice, or any feature: that thou art coning? I hate ingratitude more in a man,

Seb. I pr’ythee, foolish Greek, depart from me: Than lying, vainness, babbling, drunkenness, There's money for thee; if you tarry longer, Or any taint of vice, whose strong corruption I shall give worse payment. Inhabits our frail blood.

Clo. By my troth, thou hast an open hand:Ant.

O heavens themselves! These wise men thatgive fools money, get them2 Of. Come, sir, I pray you go.

selves a good report after fourteen years' purAnt. Let me speak a little. This youth that chase. you see here,

Enter Sir ANDREW, Sir Toby, and FABIAN. I snatch'd one half out of the jaws of death; Sir And. Now, sir, have I met you again? Reliev'd him with such sanctity of love,

there's for you.

[Striking SEBASTIAN. And to his image, which, methoughtdid promise Seb. Why, there's for thee, and there, and Most venerable worth, did I devotion.

there : 1 Of. What's that to us? The time goes by; Are all the people mad? (Beating Six ANDREW. &way.

[god! Sir To. Hold, sir, or I'll throw your darger Ant. But, o, how vile an idol proves this o'er the house. Thou hast, Sebastian, done good feature shame- Clo. This will I tell my lady straight; I would In nature there's no blemish, but the mind; not be in some of your coats for two-pence. None can be call'd deform'd, but the unkind :

[Exit Clown. Virtue is beauty; but the beauteous-evil Sir To. Come on, sir; hold. Are empty trunks, o'ertlourished by the devil.

[Holding SEBASTIAX. 1 Off. The man grows mad; away with him. Sir And. Nay, let him alone; l'll go another Come, come, sir.

way to work with him; l'll have an action of Ant. Lead me on. (Exeunt Officers with Ant. battery against him, if there be any law in Illy. Vio. Methinks, his words do from such pas- ria: though I struck him first, yet it's no matter sion fly,

for that. That he believes himself, so do not I.

Scb. Let go thy hand. Prove true, imagination, O, prove true,

Sir To. Come, sir, I will not let you go. Come, That I, dear brother, be now ta'en for you! my young soldier, put up your iron: you are

Sir To. Come hither, knight; come hither, well feshed; come on. Fabian; we'll whisper' o'er a couple or two of Seb. I will be free from thee. What would'st most sage saws.

thou now? Vio. He nam'd Sebastian; I my brother know If thou dar'st tempt me further, draw thy sword. Yet living in my glass; even such, and so,

[Draws. In favour was my brother; and he went Sir To. What, what! Nay, then I must have Still in this fashion, colour, ornament, an ounce or two of this malapert blood from For him I imitate : 0, if it prove,


(Draws. Tempests are kind, and salt waves fresh in love!


[Erit. Oli. Hold, Toby; on thy life, I charge thee, Sir To. A very dishonest paltry boy, and more Sir To. Madain !

(hold. a coward than a hare: his dishonesty appears, Oli. Will it be ever thus? Ungracious wretch, in leaving his friend here in necessity, and de- Fit for the mountains and the barbarous caves, nying him; and for his cowardship, ask Fabian. Where manners ne'er were preach'd ! out of my

Fab. A coward, a most devout coward, reli- Be not offended, dear Cesario :- (sight? gious in it.

[him. Rudesby, begone - prythee, gentle friend. Sir And. 'Slid, I'll after him again, and beat (Exeunt Sir Toby, SIR ANDREW, and FABIAX.

Sir To. Do, cuff hiin soundly, but never draw Let thy fair wisdom, not thy passion, sway thy sword.

In this uncivil and unjust extent

Against thy peace. Go with me to my house; Clo. What thinkest thou of his opinion ?
And hear thou there how many fruitless pranks Mal. I think nobly of the soul, and no way
This ruffian hath botch'd up, that thou thereby approve his opinion.
May'st smile at this: thou shalt notchoose but go? Clo. Fare thee well: Remain thou still in dark-
Do not deny: Beshrew his soul for me, ness: thou shalt hold the opinion of Pythago-
He started one poor heart of mine in thee! ras, ere I will allow of thy wits: and fear to
Seb. What relish is in this? how runs the kill a woodcock, lest thou dispossess the soul of

thy grandam. Fare thee well. Or I am mad, or else this is a dream:

Mal. Sir Topas, Sir Topas Let fancy still my sense in Lethe steep; Sir To. My most exquisite Sir Topas ! If it be thus to dreamn, still let me sleep! Clo. Nay, I am for all waters. Oli. Nay, come, I prythee: 'Would, thou'dst Mar. Thou might'st have done this without be ruld by me!

thy beard and gown; he sees thee not. Seb. Madam, I will,

Sir To. To him in thine own voice, and bring O, say so, and so be! me word how thou findest him; I would, we

(Excunt. were well rid of this knavery. If he may be SCENE II. A Room in Olivia's llouse. conveniently delivered, I wonld he were; for I Enter MARIA and Clown.

am now so far in offence with my niece, that I Mar. Nay, I pr’ythee, put on this gown, and cannot pursue with any safety this sport to the this beard; make him believe, thou art Sir To upshot. Come by and hy to my chamber. pas the curate; do it quickly: I'll call Sir Toby

[Ereunt Sir Toby and MARIA. the whilst.

(Exit MARIA. Clo. Hey Robin, jolly Rovin, Clo. Well, I'll put it on, and I will dissemble

Tell me how thy lauly does. (Singing. myself in't; and I would I were the first that Mal. Fool, ever dissembled in such a gown. I am not tall Clo. My lady is unkind, perdy. enough to become the function well: nor lean Mal. Fool,enough to be thought a good student: but to be Clo. Alas, why is she so ? said, an honest man, and a good housekeeper, Mal. Fool, I say goes as fairly as to say, a careful man, and a Clo. She loves another-Who calls, ha ? great scholar. The competitors enter.

Mal. Good fool, as ever thou wilt deserve Enter SiR TOBY BELcn and MARIA.

well at my liand, help me to a candle, and pen, Sir To. Jove bless thee, master parson. ink, and paper; as I am a gentleman, I will

Clo. Ronos dies, Sir Toby: for as the old her- live to be thankful to thee fort. mit of Prague, that never saw pen and ink, very Clo. Master Malvolio! wittily said to a niece of king Gorbodue, Thai, Mal. Ay, good fool.

(wits? that is, is : so I, being master parson, am master Clo. Alas, sir, how fell yout


your five parson: For what is that, but that? and is, but is? Mal. Fool, there was never man so notoriously Sir To. To him, Sir Topas.

abused: I am as well in my wits, fool, as thou Clo. What, hoa, I say;--Peace in this prison !! art.

Sir To. The knave counterfeits well: a good Clo. But as well? then you are mad, indeed, knave.

if you be no better in your wits than a fool. Mal. [in an inner chamber.] Who calls there? Mal. They have here propertied me: keep me

Clo. Sir Topas the curate, who comes to visit in darkness, send ministers to me, asses, and do Malvolio the lunatic.

all they can to face me out of my wits. Mal. Sir Topas, Sir Topas, good Sir Topas, Clo. Advise you what you say; the minister go to my lady.

is here,- Malvolio, Malvolio, thy wits the hea. Clo. Out, hyperbolical fiend! how vexest thou vens restore! endeavour thyself to sleep, and this man? talkest thon nothing but of ladies. leave thy vain bibble babble. Sir To. Well said, master parson.

Mal. Sir Topas, Mal. Sir Topas, never was man thus wronged: Clo. Maintain no words with him, good fellow. good Sir Topas, do not think I am mad: they –Who, I, sir? not I, sir. God b'wi'you, good have laid me here in hideous darkness. Sir Topas.-Marry, amen.-I will, sir, I will.

C. Fie, thou dishonest Sathan! I call thee Mal. Fool, fool, fool, I say,-. by the most modest terms; for I am one of those Clo. Alas, sir, be patient. What say you, sir? gentle ones that will use the devil himself with I am shent for speaking to you. courtesy : Say'st thou, that house is dark ? Mał. Good fool, help me to some light, and Mal. As hell, Sir Topas.

some paper; I tell thee, I am as well in my Clo. Why, it hath bay windows transparent as wits as any man in Illyria. barricadoes, and the clear stories towards the Clo. Well-a-day,--that you were, sir! south-north are as lustrious as ebony: and yet Mal. By this hand, I am: Good fool, some complainest thou of obstruction ?

ink, paper, and light, and convey what I will Mal. I am not mad, Sir Topas: I say to you, set down to my lady; it shall advantage thee this house is dark.

more than ever the bearing of letter did. Clo. Madman, thou errest: I say, there is no Clo. I will help you to't. But tell me true, darkness, but ignowance; in which thou art more are you not mad, indeed? or do you but counpuzzled than the Egyptians in their fog. terfeit?

Mal. I say, this house is as dark as ignorance, Mal. Believe me, I am not; I tell thee true. though ignorance were as dark as hell; and I Clo. Nay, I'll ne'er believe a madman till I say, there was never man thus abused: I am no see his brains. I will fetch you light, and paper, more mad than you are; make the trial of it in and ink. any constant question,

Mal. Fool, I'll requite it in the highest de Clo. What is the opinion of Pythagoras con- gree: I prythee, begone. cerning wild-fowl ?

Clo. I am gone, sir, Mal. That the soul of our grandam might

And anon, sir, baply inhabit a bird.

r'u be with you again,

In a trice ;

ass of me; now my foes tell me plainly I ain Like to the old vice,

an ass: so that by my foes, sir, I profit in the Your need to sustain;

knowledge of myself; and by my friends I am Who with dagger of lath,

abused : so that, conclusions to be as kisses, if In his rage and his wrath,

your four negatives make your two affirmatives, Cries ah, ah! to the devil:

why, then the worse for my friends, and the Like a mad lad,

better for my foes.
Pare thy nails, dad,

Duke. Why, this is excellent.
Adieu, goodman drivel.

(Exit. Clo. By my troth, sir, no; though it please

you to be one of my friends. SCENE III.-Olivia's Garden.

Duke. Thou shalt not be the worse for me; Enter SEBASTIAN.

there's gold. Seb. This is the air: that is the glorious sun;

Clo. But that it would be double dealing, sir,
This pearl she gave me, I do feel't and see't: I would you could make it another.
And though 'tis wonder that enwraps me thus, Duke. 0, you give me ill counsel.
Yet 'tis not madness. Where's Antonio then? Clo. Put your grace in your pocket, sir, for
I could not find him at the Elephant : this once, and let your flesh and blood obey it.
Yet there he was; and there I found this credit, Duke. Well I will be so much & sinner to be
That he did range the town to seek me out. a double dealer; there's another.
His counsel now might do me golden service: Clo. Primo, secundo, tertio, is a good play; ayd
For though my soul disputesweil with my sense, the old saying is, the third pays for all; the tri-

That this may be some error, but no madness,' plex, sir, is a good tripping measure; or the bells
Yet doth this accident and flood of fortune of St. Bennet, sir, may put you in mind. One,
So far exceed all instance, all discourse, two, three.
That I am ready to distrust mine eyes,

Duke. You can fool no more money out of me at 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, am here to speak with her, and bring her along Or else the lady's mad; yet, if 'twere so, with you, it may awake my bounty further. She could not sway her house, command her Clo. Marry, sir, lullaby to your bounty, till I followers,

come again. I go, sir; but I would not have Take, and give back affairs, and their dispatch, you to think, that my desire of having is the sin With

such a smooth, discreet, and stable bearing, of covetousness; but, as you say, sir, let your As, I perceive, she does: there's something in't bounty take a nap, I will awake it anon. That is deceivable. But here comes the lady.

[Exit Clown. Enter OLIVIA and a Priest.

Enter ANTONIO and Officers. Ou. Blame not this haste of mine: if you mean Vio. Here comes the man, sir, that did rescue Now go with me, and with this holy man, (well, Into the chantry by: there, before him,

Duke. That face of his I do remember well; And underneath that consecrated roof,

Yet, when I saw it last, it was besmeard Plight me the full assurance of your faith; As black as Vulcan, in the smoke of war: That my most jealous and too doubtful soul A bawling vessel was he captain of, May live at peace : He shall conceal it, For shallow draught, and bulk unprizable: Whiles you are willing it shall come to note; With which such scathful grapple did he make What time we will our celebration keep

With the most noble bottom of our feet, According to my birth.--What do you say? That very envy, and the tongue of loss,

Seb. I'll follow this good man and go with you; Cry'd fame and honour on him,- What's the And, having sworn truth, ever will be true. i off. Orsino, this is that Antonio (matter? Oli. Then lead the way, good father :-And That took the Phænix and her fraught, froin heavens so shine,

That they may fairly note this act of mine! And this is he that did the Tiger board,

(Exeunt. 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. Hedid me kindness, sir; drew on my side;

But, in conclusion, put strange speech upon me, SCENE I. The Street before Olivia's House.

I know not what 'twas, but distraction,
Enter Clown and FABIAN.

Duke. Notable pirate! thou salt-water thici! Fab. Now, as thou lovest me, let me see his What foolish boldness brought thee to their letter.

mercies, Cl.. Good master Fabian, grant me another Whom thou, in terms so bloody, and so dear, Frb. Any thing:

[request. Hast made thine enemies? Clo. Do not desire to see this letter.


Orsino, noble sir, Fab. That is, to give a dog, and in recom. Be pleased that I shake off these names you pense desire my dog again.

give me; Enter DUKE, VIOLA, and Attendants. Antonio never yet was thief, or pirate, Duke. Belong you to the lady Olivia, friends? Though, I confess, on base and ground enourh, Clo. Ay, sir; we are some of her trappings. Orsino's enemy. A witchcraft drew me hither:

Duke. I know thee well: How dost thou, my That most ingrateful boy there, by your side, good fellow?

From the rude sea's enrag'd and foamy mouth Cio. Truly, sir, the better for my foes, and Did I redeem: a wreck past hope he was: the worse for my friends.

His life I gave him, and did thereto add Duke. Just the contrary; the better for thy My love, without retention or restraint, Cio. No, sir, the worse.

(friends. Al his in dedication: for his sake, Dule. How can that be?

Did I expose myself, pure for his love, Cio. Marry, sir, they praise me, and make an Into the danger of this adverse town;


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