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come thus near, that, should she fancy, it should be one of my complexion. Besides, she uses me with a more exalted respect, than any one else that follows her. What should I think on't ?

Sir To. Here's an over-weening rogue !

Fab. O, peace! Contemplation makes a rare turkeycock of him : how he jets' under his advanced plumes !

Sir And. 'Slight, I could so beat the rogue:-
Sir To. Peace, I say.
Mal. To be count Malvolio.
Sir To. Ah, rogue !
Sir And. Pistol him, pistol him.
Sir To. Peace, peace!

Mal. There is example for't; the lady of the strachy married the yeoman of the wardrobe.

Sir And. Fie on him, Jezebel !

Fab. O, peace! now he's deeply in ; look, how imagination blows him.

Mal. Having been three months married to her, sitting in my state',

Sir To. O, for a stone-bow, to hit him in the eye!

Mal. Calling my officers about me, in my branched velvet gown ; having come from a day-bed", where I left Olivia sleeping.

Sir To. Fire and brimstone! Fab. O, peace, peace! Mal. And then to have the humour of state: and after a demure travel of regard, -telling them, I know my place, as I would they should do theirs,—to ask for my kinsman Toby!

Sir To. Bolts and shackles !
Fab. O, peace, peace, peace! now, now.

6- how he jets – ] To jet is to strut.

6 the lady of the strachy –] No probable meaning has been discovered for this word by the commentators.

my state,-) A state, in ancient language, signifies a chair with a canopy over it.

8 - come from a day-bed,] i.e. a couch.

Mal. Seven of my people, with an obedient start, make out for him: I frown the while ; and, perchance, wind up my watch, or play with some rich jewel. Toby approaches ; court’sies there to me:

Sir To. Shall this fellow live?

Fab. Though our silence be drawn from us with cars', yet peace.

Mal. I extend my hand to him thus, quenching my familiar smile with an austere regard of control :

Sir To. And does not Toby take you a blow o’the lips then ?

Mal. Saying, Cousin Toby, my fortunes having cast me on your niece, give me this prerogative of speech :

Sir To. What, what ?
Mal. You must amend your drunkenness.
Sir To. Out, scab!

Fab. Nay, patience, or we break the sinews of our plot.

Mal. Besides, you waste the treasure of your time with a foolish knight;

Sir And. That's me, I warrant you.
Mal. One sir Andrew :
Sir And. I knew, 'twas I; for many do call me fool.
Mal. What employment have we here ?

[Taking up the letter. Fab. Now is the woodcock near the gin.

Sir To. 0, peace! and the spirit of humours intimate reading aloud to him !

Mal. By my life, this is my lady's hand: these be her very C's, her U's, and her T's; and thus makes she her great P's. It is, in contempt of question, her hand.

Sir And. Her C's, her U's, and her T's: Why that?

Mal. [reads.] To the unknown beloved, this, and my good wishes : her very phrases !—By your leave, wax. -Soft !-and the impressure her Lucrece, with which

Though our silence be drawn from us with cars,] i.e. though it is the greatest pain to us to keep silence.

she uses to seal: ’tis my lady. To whom should this be?

Fab. This wins him, liver and all."
Mal. [reads.] Jove knows, I love :

But who ?
Lips do not move,

No man must know.
No man must know. – What follows ? the numbers
altered !-No man must know :-If this should be thee,
Malvolio ?

Sir To. Marry, hang thee, brock'!
Mal. I may command, where I adore :

But silence, like a Lucrece knife,
With bloodless stroke my heart doth gore;

M, O, A, I, doth sway my life.
Fab. A fustian riddle!
Sir To. Excellent wench, say I.
Mal. M, 0, A, I, doth sway my life.—Nay, but first,
let me see,-let me see,- let me see.

Fab. What a dish of poison has she dressed him!

Sir To. And with what wing the stannyel’ checks at it!

Mal. I may command where I adore. Why, she may command me; I serve her, she is my lady. Why, this is evident to any formal capacity. There is no obstruction in this ;–And the end, - What should that alphabetical position portend ? If I could make that resemble something in me,-Softly !—M, 0, A, 1.

Sir To. O, ay! make up that:-he is now at a cold scent.

Fab. Sowter 4 will cry upon't, for all this, though it be as rank as a fox.

1-- brock !] i. e. badger; a term of contempt.

? — stannyel -] The stannyel is the common stone-hawk, which inhabits old buildings and rocks.

3- formal capacity.] i. e. any one whose capacity is not out of form.

Sowter – ] Sowter is here perhaps the name of a hound.

Mal. M, - Malvolio; — M, - why, that begins my name.

Fab. Did not I say, he would work it out? the cur is excellent at faults.

Mal. M,—But then there is no consonancy in the sequel ; that suffers under probation: A should follow, but o does.

Fab. And 0 shall end, I hope.
Sir To. Ay, or I'll cudgel him, and make him cry, 0.
Mal. And then I comes behind.

Fab. Ay, an you had any eye behind you, you might see more detraction at your heels, than fortunes before you.

Mal. M, 0, A, I;—This simulation is not as the former:-and yet, to crush this a little, it would bow to me, for every one of these letters are in my name. Soft ; here follows prose.If this fall into thy hand, revolve. In my stars I am above thee; but be not afraid of greatness : Some are born great, some achieve greatness, and some have greatness thrust upon them. Thy fates open their hands ; let thy blood and spirit embrace them. And, to inure thyself to what thou art like to be, cast thy humble slough, and appear fresh. Be opposite with a kinsman, surly with servants: let thy tongue tang arguments of state; put thyself into the trick of singularity: She thus advises thee, that sighs for thee. Remember who commended thy yellow stockings; and wished to see thee ever cross-gartered : I say, remember. Go to; thou art made, if thou desirest to be so; if not, let me see thee a steward still, the fellow of servants, and not worthy to touch fortune's fingers. Farewell. She that would alter services with thee,

The fortunate-unhappy. Day-light and champiano discovers not more: this is open. I will be proud, I will read politick authors, I will baffle sir Toby, I will wash off gross acquaintance,

5 Be opposite - ] That is, be adverse, hostile. Day-light and champian - ] i. e. broad day and an open country.

I.will be point-de-vice?, the very man. I do not now fool myself, to let imagination jade me; for every reason excites to this, that my lady loves me. She did commend my yellow stockings of late, she did praise my leg being cross-gartered; and in this she manifests herself to my love, and with a kind of injunction, drives me to these habits of her liking. I thank my stars, I am happy. I will be strange, stout, in yellow stockings, and cross-gartered, even with the swiftness of putting on. Jove, and my stars, be praised !-Here is yet a postscript. Thou canst not choose but know who I am. If thou entertainest my love, let it appear in thy smiling ; thy smiles become thee well; therefore in my presence still smile, dear my sweet, I prythee. Jove, I thank thee. — I will smile; I will do every thing that thou wilt have me.

[Erit. Fab. I will not give my part of this sport for a pension of thousands to be paid from the Sophy.

Sir To. I could marry this wench for this device:
Sir And. So could I too.

Sir To. And ask no other dowry with her, but such another jest.

Enter Maria.
Sir And. Nor I neither.
Fab. Here comes my noble gull-catcher.
Sir To. Wilt thou set thy foot o’my neck ?
Sir And. Or o’mine either ?

Sir To. Shall I play my freedom at tray-trip'? and become thy bond-slave ?

Sir And. I'faith, or I either. 7 I will be point-de-vice,] i. e. with the utmost possible exactness.

6 -- a pension of thousands to be paid from the Sophy.] Alluding, as Dr. Farmer observes, to Sir Robert Shirley, who was ju-t returved in the character of embassador from the Sophy. He boasted of the great rewards he had received, and lived in London with the utmost splendour.

9- tray-trip?] Some kind of game.

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