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Oli. Ha?

Mal. Some atchieve Greatness

Oli. What fay'st thou?

Mal. And fome have Greatnefs thruft upon them--
Oli. Heav'n restore thee!

Mal. Remember, who commended thy yellow ftockings.

. Oli. Thy yellow stockings?

fo

Mal. And with'd to fee thee erofs-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 Orfino's is return'd; I could hardly entreat him back; he attends your ladyfhip's pleafure.

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

SCENE VIII.

Mal. Oh, oh! do you come near me now? no worfe man than Sir Toby to look to me! this concurs directly with the letter; fhe fends him on purpose that I may appear ftubborn to him; for the incites me to that in the letter. Caft thy humble flough, fys fhe, - be opposite with a kinfman, furly with fervants, let thy tongue tang with arguments of ftate,

Hot weather often turns the brain, which is, I fuppofe, alluded to here.

put

-put thyfelf into the trick of fingularity; and confequently fet down the manner how; as a fad face, a reverend carriage, a flow. tongue, in the habit of fome Sir of note, and fo forth. I have lim'd her 7, but it is Jove's doing, and Jove make me thankful! and when she went away now, let this 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, no obftacle, no incredulous or unfafe circumftance - what can 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.

SCENE 1X.'

Enter Sir Toby, Fabian, and Maria.

Sir To. Which way is he, in the name of sanctity ? if all the devils in hell be drawn in little, and Legion himfelf 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 privacy: go off.

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

Mal, Ah, ha! does the fo?

Sir To. Go to, go to; peace, gently with him; let me alone.

peace, we muft deal How do you, Mal

volio? how is't with you? what! man, defy the devil; confider, he's an enemy to mankind. Mal. Do you know what you fay?

I have lim'd her,] I have entangled or caught her, as a bird is caught with birdlime. fellow!-This word which

originally fignified companion, was not yet totally degraded to its prefent meaning; and Malvela takes it in the favourable sense.

Mar.

Mar. La, you! if you fpeak ill of the devil, how -Pray God, he be not be

he takes it at heart.

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 lofe him for more than I'll fay.

Mal. How now, mistress?

Mar. O Lord!

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 Satan. 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 yourfelves all: you are idle fhallow things; I am not of your element, you fhall 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.

Fab. Why, we shall make him mad, indeed.
Mar. The houfe will be the quieter.

Sir

Sir To. Come, we'll have him in a dark room and bound. My niece is already in the belief that he is mad; we may carry it thus for our pleafure and his penance, 'till our very paftime, tired out of breath, prompt us to have mercy on him; at which time we will bring the device to the bar, and crown thee for a finder of madmen; but fee, but fee.

SCENE X.

Enter Sir Andrew.

Fab. More matter for a May morning.

Sir And. Here's the challenge, read it: I warrant, there's vinegar and pepper in't.

Fab. Is't fo fawcy?

Sir And. Ay, is't? I warrant him: do but read.
Sir To. Give me.

[Sir Toby reads. Youth, whatsoever thou art, thou art but a Scurvy fellow.

Fab. Good and valiant.

Sir To. Wonder not, nor admire not in thy mind why I do call thee fo; for I will fhew thee no reafon for't. Fab. A good note: That keeps you from the blow of the law.

Sir To. Thou com'ft to the Lady Olivia, and in my fight fhe ufes thee kindly; but thou lieft in thy throat, that is not the matter I challenge thee for.

Fab. Very brief, and exceeding good fenfe-less. Sir To. I will way-lay thee going home, where if it be thy chance to kill me

Fab. Good.

Sir To. Thou kill'ft me like a rogue and a villain. Fab. Still you keep o'th' windy fide of the law: good.

9 This is, I think, an allufion to the witch-finders, who were very bufy.

Sir To. Fare thee well, and God have mercy upon one of our fouls: he may have mercy upon mine, but my hope is better, and fo look to thyself. Thy friend as thou ufeft him, and thy fworn enemy, Andrew Ague-cheek. Sir To. If this letter move him not, his legs cannot: I'll give❜t him.*

Mar. You may have very fit occafion for't: he is now in fome commerce with my Lady, and will byand by depart.

Sir To. Go, Sir Andrew, fcout me for him at the corner of the orchard like a bum-bailiff; fo foon as ever thou feeft him, draw; and, as thou drawft, fwear horribly; for it comes to pafs oft, that a terrible oath, with a fwaggering accent fharply twang'd off, gives manhood more approbation than ever proof itself would have earn'd him. Away.

Sir And. Nay, let me alone for fwearing. [Exit. Sir To. Now will not I deliver his letter; for the behaviour of the young gentleman gives him out to be of good capacity and breeding; his employment between his Lord and my niece confirms no lefs; therefore this letter, being fo excellently ignorant, will breed no terror in the youth; he will find, that it comes from a clodpole. But, Sir, I will deliver his challenge by word of mouth; fet upon Ague-cheek a notable report of valour; and drive the gentleman, (as, I know, his youth will aptly receive it) into a moft hideous opinion of his rage, fkill, fury, and impetuofity. This will fo fright them both, that they' will kill one another by the look, like cockatrices.

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