תמונות בעמוד
PDF
ePub

Vio. Would it be better, madam, than I am, I wish it might ; for now I am your fool.

Oli. O, what a deal of scorn looks beautiful
In the contempt and anger of his lip!
A murd’rous guilt shows not itself more soon
Than love that would seem hid : love's night is noon.
Cesario, by the roses of the spring,
By maidhood, honour, truth, and every thing,
I love thee so, that maugre all thy pride,
Nor wit, nor reason, can my passion hide.
Do not extort thy reasons from this clause,
For, that I woo, thou therefore hast no cause:
But, rather, reason thus with reason fetter:
Love sought is good, but given unsought is better.

Vio. By innocence I swear, and by my youth,
I have one heart, one bosom, and one truth,
And that no woman has'! nor never none
Shall mistress be of it, save I alone.
And so adieu, good madam; never more
Will I my master's tears to you deplore.

Oli. Yet come again : for thou, perhaps, may'st move That heart, which now abhors, to like his love.

[Exeunt.

SCENE II.

A Room in Olivia's House.

Enter Sir Toby Belch, Sir ANDREW AGUE-CHEEK,

and FabiAN. Sir And. No, faith, I'll not stay a jot longer. Sir To. Thy reason, dear venom, give thy reason. Fab. You must needs yield your reason, sir Andrew. Sir And. Marry, I saw your niece do more favours to

And that no woman has ;] And that heart and bosom I have never yielded to any woman.

the count's serving man, than ever she bestow'd upon me; I saw't i'the orchard.

Sir To. Did she see thee the while, old boy ? tell me that.

Sir And. As plain as I see you now.

Fab. This was a great argument of love in her toward you.

Sir And. 'Slight! will you make an ass o’me ?

Fab. I will prove it legitimate, sir, upon the oaths of judgment and reason.

Sir To. And they have been grand jury-men, since before Noah was a sailor.

Fab. She did show favour to the youth in your sight, only to exasperate you, to awake your dormouse valour, to put fire in your heart, and brimstone in your liver : You should then have accosted her; and with some excellent jests, fire-new from the mint, you should have banged the youth into dumbness. This was looked for at your hand, and this was balked : the double gilt of this opportunity you let time wash off, and you are now sailed into the north of my lady's opinion ; where you will hang like an icicle on a Dutchman's beard, unless you do redeem it by some laudable attempt, either of valour, or policy.

Sir And. An't be any way, it must be with valour ; for policy I hate; I had as lief be a Brownist?, as a politician.

Sir To. Why then, build me thy fortunes upon the basis of valour. Challenge me the count's youth to fight with him ; hurt him in eleven places ; my niece shall take note of it: and assure thyself, there is no love-broker in the world can more prevail in man's commendation with woman, than report of valour.

Fab. There is no way but this, sir Andrew.
Sir And. Will either of you bear me a challenge to him?

? — as lief be a Brownist, ] The Brownists were so called from Mr. Robert Browne, a noted separatist in Queen Elizabeth's reign.

Sir To. Go, write it in a martial hand; be curst: and brief; it is no matter how witty, so it be eloquent and full of invention: taunt him with the licence of ink: if thou thou'st him some thrice, it shall not be amiss; and as many lies as will lie in thy sheet of paper, although the sheet were big enough for the bed of Ware in England, set 'em down; go, about it. Let there be gall enough in thy ink; though thou write with a goose-pen, no matter: About it.

Sir And. Where shall I find you?
Sir To. We'll call thee at the cubiculo : Go.

[Exit Sir ANDREW. Fab. This is a dear manakin to you, sir Toby.

Sir To. I have been dear to him, lad; some two thousand strong, or so.

Fab. We shall have a rare letter from him: but you'll not deliver it.

Sir To. Never trust me then ; and by all means stir on the youth to an answer. I think oxen and wainropes cannot hale them together. For Andrew, if he were opened, and you find so much blood in his liver as will clog the foot of a flea, I'll eat the rest of the anatomy.

Fab. And his opposite', the youth, bears in his visage no great presage of cruelty.

Enter Maria. Sir To. Look where the youngest wren of nine comes.

Mur. If you desire the spleen, and will laugh yourselves into stitches, follow me: yon' gull Malvolio is turned heathen, a very renegado: for there is no Christian, that means to be saved by believing rightly, can ever believe such impossible passages of grossness. He's in yellow stockings.

3 - in a martial hand; be curst -] Martial hand, seems to be a careless scrawl, such as showed the writer to neglect ceremony. Curst, is petulant, crabbed.

* And his opposite,] Opposite or adversary.

Sir To. And cross-gartered ?

Mar. Most villainously; like a pedant that keeps a school i'the church. I have dogged him like his mur derer: He does obey every point of the letter that I dropped to betray him. He does smile his face into more lines, than are in the new map, with the augmentation of the Indies': you have not seen such a thing as 'tis; I can hardly forbear hurling things at him. I know, my lady will strike him ; if she do, he'll smile, and take't for a great favour. Sir To. Come, bring us, bring us where he is.

[Esceunt.

SCENE III.

A Street.

Enter Antonio and SEBASTIAN.
Seb. I would not, by my will, have troubled you ;
But, since you make your pleasure of your pains,
I will no further chide you.

Ant. I could not stay behind you ; my desire,
More sharp than filed steel, did spur me forth:
And not all love to see you, (though so much,
As might have drawn one to a longer voyage,)
But jealousy what might befall your travel,
Being skilless in these parts ; which to a stranger,
Unguided, and unfriended, often prove
Rough and unhospitable: My willing love,
The rather by these arguments of fear,
Set forth in your pursuit.
Seb.

My kind Antonio,
I can no other answer make, but, thanks,

5 He does smile his face into more lines, than are in the new map, with the augmentation of the Indies :) A clear allusion to a Map engraved for Linschoten's Voyages, an English translation of which was published in 1598. This map is multilineal in the extreme, and is the first in which the Eastern Islands are included. STEEVENS.

And thanks, and ever thanks : often good turns
Are shuffled off with such uncurrent pay:
But, were my worth', as is my conscience, firm,
You should find better dealing. What's to do?
Shall we go see the reliques of this town?

Ant. To-morrow, sir; best, first, go see your lodging.

Seb. I am not weary, and 'tis long to night;
I pray you, let us satisfy 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 sea-fight, 'gainst the Count his gallies,
I did some service; of such note, indeed,
That, were I ta’en here, it would scarce be answer’d.

Seb. Belike, you slew great number of his people.

Ant. The offence is not of such a bloody nature ; Albeit the quality of the time, and quarrel, Might well have given us bloody argument. It might have since been answer'd in repaying What we took from them ; which, for traffick's sake, Most of our city did: only myself stood out: For which, if I be lapsed in this place, I shall pay dear. Seb.

Do not then walk too open. Ant. It doth not fit me. Hold, sir, here's my purse; In the south suburbs, at the Elephant, Is best to lodge: I will bespeak our diet, Whiles you beguile the time, and feed your knowledge, With viewing of the town ; there shall you have me.

Seb. Why I your purse ?

Ant. Haply, your eye shall light upon some toy
You have desire 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.

6 But, were my worth,] Worth, i. e. wealth or fortune.

« הקודםהמשך »