Ant. To-morrow, Sir; beft, firft, go fee your lodg

ing.

Seb. I am not weary, and 'tis long to night; ~
I pray you, let us fatisfie our eyes

With the memorials, and the things of fame,
That do renown this city.

Ant. 'Would, you'd pardon me :

I do not without danger walk these streets.
Once, in a fea-fight 'gainst the Duke his gallies,
I did fome fervice, of fuch note, indeed,

That were I ta'en here, it would scarce be anfwer'd.
Seb. Belike, you flew great number of his people.
Ant. Th' offence is not of fuch a bloody nature,
Albeit the quality of the time and quarrel
Might well have given us bloody argument:
It might have fince been anfwer'd in repaying
What we took from them, which, for traffick's fake,
Most of our city did. Only myself stood out;
For which, if I be lapfed in this place,

I fhall pay dear.

Seb. Do not then walk too open.

Ant. It doth not fit me: hold, Sir, here's my purse. In the fouth fuburbs at the Elephant

Is beft to lodge: I will bespeak our diet,

Whiles

you beguile your time, and feed your knowledge With viewing of the town; there fhall you have me. Seb. Why I your purse?

Ant. Haply, your eye fhall light upon fome toy
You have defire to purchase; and your store,
I think, is not for idle markets, Sir.

Seb. I'll be your purse-bearer, and leave you for

An hour.

Ant. To th' Elephant.

Seb. I do remember.

[Exeunt

VOL. III.

SCENE

SCENE changes to Olivia's Houfe.

Oli. (9) I

Enter Olivia, and Maria.

Have fent after him; fay, he will come ; How fhall I feaft him? what bestow d him?

For youth is bought more oft, than begg'd or bo row'd.

I speak too loud.

Where is Malvolio? he is fad and civil,

And fuits well for a fervant with my fortunes.
Where is Malvolio?

Mar. He's coming, Madam; but in very ftrang

manner.

He is fure poffeft, Madam.

Oli. Why, what's the matter, does he rave?

Mar. No, Madam, he does nothing but fmile; your ladyship were beft to have fome guard about you, if he come; for, fure, the man is tainted in his wits. Oli. Go call him hither.

Enter Malvolio.

I'm as mad as he,

If fad and merry madness equal be.

How now, Malvolio?

Mal. Sweet lady, ha, ha.

[Smiles fantastically

Oli. Smil'ft thou? I fent for thee upon a fad occa Яon.

(9) I have fent after him; he says he'll come.] But Who did he fay fo to? Or from Whom could my Lady have any fuck Intelligence? Her Servant, employ'd upon this Errand, was not yet return'd; and, when he does return, he brings Word, that the Youth would hardly be intreated back. I am per fuaded, She was intended rather to be in Sufpenfe, and deli berating with Herself: putting the Supposition that he would come; and asking Herfelf, in that Cafe, how She fhould en tertain him.

Mal

Mal. Sad, lady? I could be fad; this does make fome obftruction in the blood; this cross-gartering; but what of it? if it please the eye of One, it is with me as the very true fonnet is: Pleafe one, and please all.

Oli. Why? how doft thou, man? what is the matter with thee?

Mal. Not black in my mind, tho' yellow in my legs: it did come to his hands, and commands fhall be executed. I think, we do know that fweet Roman hand. Oli. Wilt thou go to bed, Malvolio?

Mal. To bed? ay, fweet heart; and I'll come to thee.

Oli. God comfort thee! why doft thou fmile fo, and kifs thy hand fo oft?

Mar. How do you, Malvolio?

Mal. At your request?

Yes, nightingales answer daws!

Mar. Why appear you with this ridiculous boldness before my lady?

Mal. Be not afraid of Greatness ;- -'twas well writ. Oli. What meanest thou by that, Malvolio?

Mal. Some are born Great

Oli. Ha?

Mal. Some atchieve Greatness

Oli. What fay'ft thou?

Mal. And fome have Greatness thrust

upon

them

Oli. Heav'n restore thee!

Mal. Remember, who commended thy yellow ftock.

ings..

fo.

Oli. Thy yellow stockings?

Mal. And wifh'd to fee thee crofs-garter'd

Oli. Crofs-garter'd?

Mal. Go to, thou art made, if thou defireft to be

Oli. Am I made ?

Mal. If not, let me fee thee a fervant ftill.

Oli. Why, this is a very midfummer madness.

Enter Servant.

Ser. Madam, the young gentleman of the Duke O fino's is return'd; I could hardly entreat him back; h attends your lady ship's pleasure.

Oli. I'll come to him. Good Maria, let this fello be look'd to. Where's my uncle Toby? let fome of m people have a fpecial care of him; I would not hav him mifcarry for half of my dowry. [Exi

Mal. Oh, oh! do you come near me now? no wor man than Sir Toby to look to me! this concurs directl with the letter; the fends him on purpose that I ma appear stubborn to him; for the incites me to that in th letter. Caft thy humble flough, fays fhe ;-be oppofit let thy tongu with a kinsman,-furly with fervants,tang with arguments of state, put thy felf into th trick of fingularity; and confequently fets down th manner how; as a fad face, a reverend carriage, a flo tongue, in the habit of fome Sir of note, and fo forth I have lim'd her, but it is Jove's doing, and Jove mak me thankful! and when he went away now, let thi fellow be look'd to: Fellow! not Malvolio, nor after my degree, but fellow. Why, every thing adheres together that no dram of a fcruple, no fcruple of a fcruple, n wha obftacle, no incredulous or unfafe circumftancecan be faid? Nothing, that can be, can come between me and the full profpect of my hopes. Well, Jove, not I, is the doer of this, and he is to be thanked.

Enter Sir Toby, Fabian, and Maria.

Sir To. Which way is he, in the name of fanctity? i all the devils in hell be drawn in little, and Legion him felf poffeft him, yet I'll speak to him.

Fab. Here he is, here he is; how is't with you, Sir how is't with you, man?

Mal. Go off; I difcard you; let me enjoy my pri off. vacy: go

Mar. Lo, how hollow the fiend fpeaks within him! did not I tell you? Sir Toby, my lady prays you to have a care of him.

Mal

Sir To. Go to, go to; peace, peace, we must deal gently with him; let me alone. How do you, Malvolio? how is't with you? what! man, defie the devil; confider, he's an enemy to mankind.

Mal. Do you know what you say?

Mar. La, you! if you speak ill of the devil, how he takes it at heart. Pray God, he be not be

witch'd.

Fab. Carry his water to th' wife woman.

Mar. Marry, and it fhall be done to-morrow morning if I live. My lady would not lose him for more than I'll fay.

Mal. How now,

Mar. O lord!

mistress ?

Sir To. Pr'ythee, hold thy peace; that is not the way: do you not fee, you move him? let me alone with him.

Fab. No way but gentlenefs, gently, gently; the fiend is rough, and will not be roughly us'd.

Sir To. Why, how now, my bawcock? how doft thou, chuck?

Mal. Sir?

Sir To. Ay, biddy, come with me. What! man, 'tis not for gravity to play at cherry-pit with fatan. Hang him, foul collier.

Mar. Get him to fay his prayers, good Sir Toby; get him to pray.

Mal. My prayers, minx!

Mar. No, I warrant you, he will not hear of godlinefs. Mal. Go hang yourselves all: you are idle fhallow things; I am not of your element, you shall know more hereafter.

Sir To. Is't poffible ?

[Exit.

Fab. If this were plaid upon a ftage now, I could condemn it as an improbable fiction.

Sir To. His very genius hath taken the infection of the device, man.

Mar. Nay, purfue him now, left the device take air, and taint.

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Fab.