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Sir To. Why, thou hast put him in such a dream, that, when the image of it leaves him, he must run mad.

Mar. Nay, but say true; does it work upon him ?
Sir To. Like aqua-vitæ' with a midwife.

Mar. If you will then see the fruits of the sport, mark his first approach before my lady: he will come to her in yellow stockings, and 'tis a colour she abhors; and cross-garter'd, a fashion she detests; and he will smile upon her, which will now be so unsuitable to her disposition, being addicted to a melancholy as she is, that it cannot but turn him into a notable contempt: if you will see it, follow me.

Sir To. To the gates of Tartar, thou most excellent devil of wit! Sir And. I'll make one too.



SCENE I. Olivia's Garden.

Enter VIOLA, and Clown with a Tabor. Vio. Save thee, friend, and thy musick: Dost thou live by thy tabor ?

Clo. No, sir, I live by the church.
Vio. Art thou a churchman?

Clo. No such matter, sir; I do live by the church : for I do live at my house, and my house doth stand by the church.

Vio. So thou may'st say, the king lies by a beggar, if a beggar dwell near him: or, the church stands by thy tabor, if thy tabor stand by the church.

Clo. You have said, sir.—To see this age !-A sentence is but a cheveril glove’ to a good wit; How quickly the wrong side may be turned outward !

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Vio. Nay, that's certain ; they, that dally nicely with words, may quickly make them wanton.

Clo. I would, therefore, my sister had had no name, sir. Vio. Why, man?

Clo. Why, sir, her name's a word; and to dally with that word, might make my sister wanton : But, indeed, words are very rascals, since bonds disgraced them.

Vio. Thy reason, man ?

Clo. Troth, sir, I can yield you none without words; and words are grown so false, I am loath to prove reason with them.

Vio. I warrant, thou art a merry fellow, and carest for nothing.

Clo. Not so, sir, I do care for something: but in my conscience, sir, I do not care for you ; if that be to care for nothing, sir, I would it would make you invisible.

Vio. Art not thou the lady Olivia's fool ?

Clo. No, indeed, sir; the lady Olivia has no folly: she will keep no fool, sir, till she be married ; and fools are as like husbands, as pilchards are to herrings, the husband's the bigger ; I am, indeed, not her fool, but her corrupter of words.

Vio. I saw thee late at the count Orsino's.

Clo. Foolery, sir, does walk about the orb, like the sun; it shines every where. I would be sorry, sir, but the fool should be as oft with your master, as with my mistress: I think, I saw your wisdom there.

Vio. Nay, an thou pass upon me, I'll no more with thee. Hold, there's expences for thee.

Clo. Now Jove, in his next commodity of hair, send thee a beard !

Vio. By my troth, I'll tell thee; I am almost sick for one; though I would not have it grow on my chin. Is thy lady within ?

Clo. Would not a pair of these have bred, sir ?
Vio. Yes, being kept together, and put to use.

Clo. I would play lord Pandarus of Phrygia, sir, to bring a Cressida to this Troilus.

Vio. I understand you, sir ; 'tis well begged.

Clo. The matter, I hope, is not great, sir, begging but a beggar; Cressida was a beggar. My lady is within, sir. I will construe to them whence you come ; who you are, and what you would, are out of my welkin : I might say, element; but the word is over-worn. [E.cit.

Vio. This fellow's wise enough to play the fool;
And, to do that well, craves a kind of wit:
He must observe their mood on whom he jests,
The quality of persons, and the time;
And, like the haggard ', check at every feather
That comes before his eye. This is a practice,
As full of labour as a wise man's art:
For folly, that he wisely shows, is fit;
But wise men, folly-fallen, quite taint their wit.

Enter Sir Toby Belch and Sir ANDREW AGUE-CHEEK.

Sir To. Save you, gentleman.
Vio. And you, sir.
Sir And. Dieu vous garde, monsieur.
Vio. Et vous aussi ; votre serviteur.
Sir And. I hope, sir, you are ; and I am yours.

Sir To. Will you encounter the house? my niece is desirous you should enter, if your trade be to her.

Vio. I am bound to your niece, sir: I mean, she is the list of my voyage.

Sir To. Taste your legs, put them to motion.

Vio. My legs do better understand me, sir, than I understand what you mean by bidding me taste my legs.

Sir To. I mean to go, sir, to enter.

Vio. I will answer you with gait and entrance : But we are prevented.

3 - the haggard,] The hawk called the haggard, if not well trained and watched, will fly after every bird without distinction.

4 the list - ) is the bound, limit, farthest point. Johnson.

-) is the bound, every bird withouard; if not wel

Enter Olivia and MARIA. Most excellent accomplished lady, the heavens rain odours on you !

Sir And. That youth's a rare courtier! Rain odours ! well.

Vio. My matter hath no voice, lady, but to your own most pregnant and vouchsafed ear'.

Sir And. Odours, pregnant, and vouchsafed :—I'll get 'em all three ready *

Oli. Let the garden door be shut, and leave me to my hearing.

[Exeunt Sir Toby, Sir ANDREW, and MARIA. Give me your hand, sir.

Vio. My duty, madam, and most humble service.
Oli. What is your name?
Vio. Cesario is your servant's name, fair princess.

Oli. My servant, sir! 'Twas never merry world,
Since lowly feigning was callid compliment:
You are servant to the count Orsino, youth.

Vio. And he is yours, and his must needs be yours; Your servant's servant is your servant, madam.

Oli. For him, I think not on him ; for his thoughts 'Would they were blanks, rather than fill'd with me!

Vio. Madam, I come to whet your gentle thoughts, On his behalf:

O, by your leave, I pray you.
I bade you never speak again of him:
But, would you undertake another suit,
I had rather hear you to solicit that,
Than musick from the spheres.

Dear lady,--
Oli. Give me leave, I beseech + you: I did send
After the last enchantment you did here,
A ring in chase of you ; so did I abuse

5 — most pregnant and vouchsafed ear.] Pregnant for ready; vouchsafed for vouchsafing.

*- "all three all ready." Malone. + “'beseech you." MALONE.



Myself, my servant, and, I fear me, you:
Under your hard construction must I sit,
To force that on you, in a shameful cunning,
Which you knew none of yours: What might you think?
Have you not set mine honour at the stake,
And baited it with all the unmuzzled thoughts
That tyrannous heart can think? To one of your re-

Enough is shown; a cyprus’, not a bosom,
Hides my poor heart: So let me hear you speak.

Vio. I pity you.
Oli. That's a degree to love.

Vio. No, not a grise®; for 'tis a vulgar proof',
That very oft we pity enemies.

Oli. Why, then, methinks, 'tis time to smile again. O world, how apt the poor are to be proud ! If one should be a prey, how much the better To fall before the lion, than the wolf! [Clock strikes. The clock upbraids me with the waste of time.Be not afraid, good youth, I will not have you: And yet, when wit and youth is come to harvest, Your wife is like to reap a proper man: There lies your way, due west. Vio. .

Then westward-hoe:
Grace, and good disposition, 'tend your ladyship!
You'll nothing, madam, to my lord by me ?

Oli. Stay:
I pr’ythee, tell me, what thou think'st of me.

Vio. That you do think, you are not what you are.
Oli. If I think so, I think the same of you.
Vio. Then think you right; I am not what I am.
Oli. I would, you were as I would have you be!

6 To one of your receiving – ] i. e. to one of your ready apprehension.

7 ---- a cyprus,) is a transparent stuff.

8 a grise ;] is a step, sometimes written greese, from degrés, French.

- 'tis a vulgar proof,] That is, it is a common proof. VOL. II.

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