Enter Maria. Seb. Belike, you flew great number of his people. Ant. The offence is not of fuch a bloody nature; Albeit the quality of the time, and quarrel, Fab. And his opponite, the youth, bears in his Might well have given us bloody argument. vifage no great prefage of cruelty. It might have fince been answer'd in repaying What we took from them; which, for traffick's Sir To. Look, where the youngest wren of ninc Molt of our city did: only myself stood out: comes 1. For which, if I be lapfed in this place, fhall pay dear. Mar. If you defire the spleen, and will laugh yourfelves into ftitches, follow me: yon' gull Malvolio is turned heathen, a very renegado; for there is no chriftian, that means to be fav'd by believing rightly, can ever believe fuch impoflible paffages of groffnefs. He's in yellow ftockings. Sir To. And cross-garter'd? Mar. Most villainously; like a pedant that keeps a school i' the church.—I have dogg'd him, like his murtherer: He does obey every point of the letter that I dropp'd to betray him. He does fmile his face into more lines, than is in the new map, with the augmentation of the Indies: you have not feen fuch a thing as 'tis ; I can hardly forbear hurling things at him. I know, my lady will strike him; if the do, he'll fmile, and take 't for a great favour. Sir To. Come, bring us, bring us where he is. Sb. Do not then walk too open. : [fake, [purfe : Ant. It doth not fit me. Hold, fir, here's my With viewing of the town; there fhall you have me. Ant. Haply, your eye thall light upon some toy Seb. I'll be your purfe-bearer, and leave you for Ant. To the Elephant.Seb. 1 do remember. SCENE [Exeunt. IV. Seb. I would not, by my will, have troubled you; But, fince you make your pleature of your pains, I will no further chide you. Ant. I could not ftay behind you; my defire, More tharp than filed iteel, did pur me forth; And not all love to fee you, (though to much, As might have drawn one to a longer voyage) But jealoufy what might befal your travel, Being skill-lefs in theie parts; which to a stranger, Unguided, and uniriended, often prove Rough and unhofpitable: My willing love, The rather by thefe arguments of fear, Set forth in your purfuit. Seb. My kind Antonio, I can no other anfier make, but, thanks, Ant. Te-morrow, fir; beft, firit go fee your Seb. I am not weny, and 'tis long to night; I praw you, let us fitisty our eyes With the memorials, and the things of fame, What do repown the city. Ant. 'Would, you'd pardon me ; I do not without canger walk thefe ftreets : Olivia's Houfe. Enter Olivia and Maria. Oh. I have fent after him: He fays he'll come; Where is Malvolio?—he is fad, and civil, Oli. Why, what's the matter? does he rave › He does nothing but fmile: your ladyship were Oli. Go call him hither.-I'm as mad as he, If fad and merry madness equal be.-- Mal. Sweet lady, ho, ho. [Smiles fantasically. I fent for thee upon a fad occafion. Mal. Sad, lady? I could be fad: This does make fome obftruction in the blood, this croisgartering; But what of that? if it please the eye of one, it is with me as the very true fonnet is ; Pleofe one, and pleafe all. Oli. Why, how doft thou, man? what is the matter with thee? Mal. Not black in my mind, though yellow in my legs: It did come to his hands, and commands thall be executed. I think, we do know the That were Ita'en here, it would icarce be anfwer'd. [fweet Roman hand. 1 Warburton comments on this paffage thus: "The women's parts were then acted by boys, fometimes to low in ftature, that there was occation to obviate the impropriety by fuch kind of oblique apologies." my hopes. Well, Jove, not I, is the doer of this, Oli. Wilt thou go to bed, Malvolio? thee. Oli. God comfort thee! Why doft thou fmile fo, and kifs thy hand so oft? Mar. How do you, Malvolio ? Mal. At your request? Yes; Nightingales anfwer 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? Oli. Ha? Mal. "Some atchieve greatness,” Oli. What fay'it thou? Re-enter Maria, with Sir Toby and Fabian. Fab. Here he is, here he is: How is 't with you, fir? how is 't with you, man? Mal. Go off; I difcard you; let me enjoy my private; go off. 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. Ah, ha! does the fo? 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! Mal. "And fome have greatnefs thruft upon defy the devil: confider, he's an enemy to man"them." Oli. Heaven restore thee! Mal. "Remember, who commended thy yel "low ftockings ;"- Oli. Thy yellow stockings? Mal. "And wifh'd to fee thee croís-garter'd." kind. Mal. Do you know what you fay? Mar. La you! an you speak ill of the devil, how he takes it at heart! Pray God, he be not bewitch'd! Fab. Carry his water to the wife woman. Mal. "Go to: thou art made, if thou defireft morning, if I live. My lady would not lose him for "to be fo;" Oli. Am I made ? Mal. "If not, let me fee thee a fervant ftill." Ser. Madam, the young gentleman of the count Orfino's is return'd; I could hardly entreat him back: he attends your ladyship's pleasure. more than I'll fay. Mal. How now, mistress? Sir To. Pr'ythee, hold thy peace, this 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 4 with Satan: Hang him, foul collier 5 ! Mar. Get him to fay his prayers; good fir Toby, get him to pray. Mal. My prayers, minx? Mar. No, I warrant you, he will not hear of godliness. Mal. Go, hang yourselves all! you are idle fhallow things: I am not of your element; you fhall know more hereafter. [Exit. Oh. I'll come to him. Good Maria, let this fellow be look'd to. Where's my coufin Toby? Let fome of my people have a fpecial care of him; I would not have him mifcarry for the half of my dowry. [Exit. Mal. Oh, ho! 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," says the;-"be oppofite with "a kinfman,-furly with fervants,-let thy tongue "tang with arguments of ftate,-put thyself into "the trick of fingularity;"—and, confequently, fets 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 2 her: 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 3! not Malvolio, nor after my degree, but fellow. Why, every thing adheres to-air, and taint. gether; that no dram of a fcruple, no fcruple of a Fab. Why, we fhall make him mad indeed. fcruple, no obftacle, no incredulous or unfafe cir- Mar. The houfe will be the quieter. cumftance,-What can be faid? Nothing, that can Sir To. Come, we'll have him in a dark room, be, can come between me and the full profpect of land bound. My niece is already in the belief that Sir To. Is 't poffible? Fab. If this were play'd upon a stage 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 Alluding to a received opinion, that extreme heat frequently affects the brain or fenfes. 2 i. e. entangled her. 3 Fellow here means companion. 4 Mr. Steevens fays, that cherry-pit means pitching cherry-ftones into a little hole. 5 This is ufed as a term of reproach; the Devil, in our author's time, being vulgarly called collier from his blackness. he is mad; we may carry it thus, for our pleafure, deliver his challenge by word of mouth; fet upda and his penance, till our very pattire, tired out of Ague-cheek a notable report of valour; and drive breath, prompt us to have mercy on him: at the gentleman (as, I know, his youth will aptly which time, we will bring the device to the bar, receive it) into a most hideous opinion of his rage, and crown thee for a finder of madmen: But fee, fkill, fury, and impetuofity. This will fo fright but fee. them both, that they will kill one another by the look, like cockatrices. Enter Sir Andrew. Sir To. "Wonder not, nor admire not in thy mind, why I do call thee fo, for I will thew "thee no reafon for't." Fab. A good note: that keep, you from the blow of the law. Sir To. Thou com'it to the lady Olivia, and ❝in my fight the utes thee kindly: but thou lieft "in thy throat, that is not the matter I challenge "thee for." Fab. Very brief, and exceeding good fenfe-lefs. 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." Enter Olivia and Viola. Fab. Here he comes with your niece: give them Oh. I have faid too much unto a heart of itone, [bears, Vio. With the fare haviour that your paffion Goes on my matter's grief. O. Here, wear this jewel for me, 'tis my picture; Oli. How with mine honour may I give him that, Vio. I will acquit you. Oli. Well, come again to-morrow: Fare thee well; Fab. Still you keep o' the windy fide of the law: A fiend, like thee, might bear my foul to hell. [Exit. Good. Sir To. "Fare thee well; And God have mercy 66 upon one of our fouls! He may have mercy upon mine; but my hope is better, and fo look Re-enter Sir Toby and Fabian. Sir To. That defence thou haft, betake thee tot: "to thyfelf. Thy friend, as thou useft him, and of what nature the wrongs are thou haft done him, "thy worn enemy, ANDREW AGUE-CHEEK.”—I know not; but thy intercepter, full of defpight, Sir To. If this letter move him not, his legs bloody as the hunter, attends thee at the orchard Cannot: I'll give't him. end: difmount thy tuck, be yare in thy preparation, for thy affailant is quick, fkilful and deadly. Mor. You may have very fit occafion fort; "he is now in tome commerce with my lady, and will! by and by depart. Vio. You miftake, fir; I am iure, no man bath any quarrel to me; my remembrance is very free and clear from any image of offence done to any. man. Sir Ts. Go, fir Andrew; fcout me for him at the corner of the orchard, like a bum-bailifi: fo foon as ever thou feeft him, draw; and, as thou Sir To. You'll find it otherwife, I affure you : diaw'ft, fwear horribly: for it comes to pals oft, therefore, if you hold your life at any price, betake that a terrible oath, with a fwaggering accent you to your guard; for your oppofite hath in him tharply twang`d of, gives manhood more appro- what youth, itrength, ikill, and wrath, can furnish bation than ever proof itfelf would have carn'd man withal. him. Away. P. I pray you, fir, what is he? Sir And. Nay, let me alone for fwearing. [Exit. Sir To. He is knight, dubb'd with unhack'd raSt. To. Now will not I deliver his letter: for pier, and on carpet confideration 3; but he is a the behaviour of the young gentleman gives him devil in private brawl: fouls and bodies hath he out to be of good capacity and breeding; has em-divorc'd three; and his incenfement at this ployment between his lord and my niece contiris moment is fo implacable, that fatisfaction can be no lefs; therefore this letter, being to excellently none but by pangs of death and fepulchre: hob, ignorant, will breed no terror in the youth, he will nob 4, is his word; give't, or take't. find it comes from a clodpole. But, fir, 1 will Vio. I will return again into the house, and de I Alluding to the interludes of the comic kind, performed on that morning. 2 i. e. ready. 3 That is, he is not a knight banneret, dubbed in the field of battle, but on carpet confideration, on fome peaceable occafion, when knights receive their dignity kneeling on a ca pet. 4 A corruption from hap ne hap; as would ne would, wil ne will, that is, let it happen or not; and fignifics, at random, at the mercy of chance.. [To Fabian fire fome conduct of the lady. I am no fighter. [ perfuaded him, the youth's a devil. I have heard of fome kind of men, that put quar- Fab He is as horribly conceited of him; and rels purpofely on others to taste their valour; be-pants and looks pale, as if a bear were at his heels. like,, this is a man of that quirk. Sir To. Sir, no; his indignation derives itfelf out of a very competent injury; therefore, get you on, and give him his defire. Back you shall not to the houfe, unless you undertake that with me, which with as much fafety you might anfwer him: there fore, on, or ftrip your fword stark naked; for meddle you muft, that's certain, or forfwear to wear iron about you. Sir To. There's no remedy, fir, he will fight with you for's cath fake: marry, he had better be thought him of his quarrel, and he finds that now fcarce to be worth taking of: therefore draw for the fupportance of his vow; he protcits, he will not hurt you. Vio. Pray God defend me! A little thing would make me tell them how much I lack of a man. Fab. Give ground, if you fee him furious. Vio. This is as uncivil, as ftrange. I befeech Sir To. Come, Sir Andrew, there's no remedy; you, do me this courteous office, as to know of the gentleman will for his honour's fake have one the knight what my offence to him is; it is fome-bout with you; he cannot by the duello 2 avoid it : thing of my negligence, nothing of my purpose. but he has promis'd me, as he is a gentleman and Sir To. I will do fo. Signior Fabian, ftay you a foldier, he will not hurt you. Come on; to't. by this gentleman till my return. [Exit Sir Toby. Vio. Pray you, fir, do you know of this matter? Sir And. Pray God, he keep his oath! Fab. I know, the knight is incens'd against you, Enter Antonio. even to a mortal arbitrement; but nothing of the circumftance more. Vio. I beseech you, what manner of man is he? Fab. Nothing of that wonderful promife, to read him by his form, as you are like to find him in the proof of his valour. He is, indeed, fir, the moit skilful, bloody, and fatal oppofite that you could poffibly have found in any part of Illyria: Will you walk towards him? I will make your peace with him, if I can. Fio. I fhall be much bound to you for't! I am one, that had rather go with fir prieft, than fir knight: I care not who knows fo much of my mettle. [Exeunt. Re-enter Sir Toby, with Sir Andres. SiTo. Why, man, he's a very devil; I have not feen such a virago. I had a pafs with him, rapier, fcabbard, and all, and he gives me the ftuck -in with fuch a mortal motion, that it is inevi table; and on the anfwer, he pays you as furely as your feet hit the ground they step on: They fay, he has been fencer to the Sophy. Sir And. Pox on't, I'll not meddle with him. Sir To. Ay, but he will not now be pacified Fabian can fcarce hold him yonder. Sir And. Plague on't; an I thought he had been valiant, and fo cunning in fence, I'd have feen him damn'd ere I'd have challeng'd him. Let him let the matter flip, and I'll give him my horfe, grey Capilet. Sir To. I'll make the motion: Stand here, make a good fhew on't; this fhall end without the perdition of fouls: Marry, I'll ride your horfe as well as I ride you. Re-enter Fabian and Viola. [4fide. [They draw. Vio. I do affure you, 'tis againft my will. Enter Officers. Fab. O good Sir Toby, hold; here come the officers. Sir To. I'll be with you anon. Vis. Pray, fir, put your fword up, if you please. [To Sir Andrews. and, for that I my word :-He Sir And. Marry, will 1, fir; promis'd you, I'll be as good as will bear you eafly, and reins well. I off. This is the man; do thy office. 2 Off. Antonio, 1 arreft thee at the fuit of count Orfino. Ant. You do mistake me, fir. 1 Off. No, fir, no jot; I know your favour well, Though now you have no fea-cap on your head.-Take him away; he knows, I know him well. Ant. I muttobey.-This comes with feeking you; I have his horfe to take up the quarrel; I have For the fair kindnets you have fhew'd me here, 2 i. c. A corrupted abbreviation of the floccata, an Italian term in fencing. duelling. 3 Meaning, one who promifes to accomplish any thing for another. Mr. Tyrwhitt imagines it had a political meaning, and that it alludes to a general perfuafion, or jealousy at least, that the king had been induced to call a parliament at that time (1614) by certain perlons, who had undertaken, through their influence in the house of commons, to carry things according to his majefty's wishes. These perfons were immediately ftigmatized with the invidious name of undertakers; and the idea was fo unpopular, that the king thought it neceffary, in two fet fpeeches, to deny pofitively (how truly, is another question) that there had been any such undertaking." And, part, being prompted by your present trouble,, I'll lend you fomething my having is not much; I'll make divifion of my prefent with you : Hold, there's half my coffer. Ant. Will you deny me now? Is't poffible, that my deferts to you Can lack perfuafion? Do not tempt my mifery, Vio. I know of none; Nor know I you by voice, or any feature: I hate ingratitude more in a man, Ant. O heavens themselves! 2 Off: Come, fir, I pray you, go. 1 Off. The man grows mad; away with him. Come, come, fir. Ant. Lead me on. [Exit Antonio with Officers. Sir To. Come hither, knight; come hither, We'll whisper o'er a couplet or two of most fage Vio. He nam'd Sebastian: I my brother know [Exit. Sir To. A very difhoneft paltry boy, and more a ing his friend here in neceffity, and denying him; and for his cowardship, ask Fabian. Ant. Let me fpeak a little. This youth that you coward than a hare: his dishonesty appears, in leav fee here, I fnatch'd one half out of the jaws of death; [away. 1 Off. What's that to us the time goes by ;— Cs. W ACT SCENE I. The Street. Enter Sebaftian and Clown. IV. There's money for thee; if you tarry longer, Clo. By my troth, thou hast an open hand :- ILL you make me believe, that I am felves a good report after fourteen years purchase. not fent for you? Seb. Go to, go to, thou art a foolish fellow; Let me be clear of thee. Clo. Well held out, i'faith! No, I do not know you; nor I am not fent to you by my lady, to bid you come speak with her; nor your name is not mafter Cefario; nor this is not my nofe neither.Nothing that is fo, is fo. Seb. I pr'ythee, vent thy folly fomewhere else; Thou know'st not me. Enter Sir Andrew, Sir Toby, and Fabian. Sir And. Now, fir, have I met you again? there's for you. Clo. Vent my folly! He has heard that word of fome great man, and now applies it to a fool. Vent my folly I am afraid this great lubber the world will prove a cockney-I pr'ythee now, ungird thy ftrangeness, and tell me what I shall vent to my la-I dy; Shall I vent to her, that thou art coming? Seb. I pr'ythee, foolish Greek 2, depart from me; [Striking Sebaftian. Seb. Why, there's for thee, and there, and there : Are all the people mad? [Beating Sir Andrew. Sir To. Hold, fir, or I'll throw your dagger o'er the houfe. Clo. This will I tell my lady ftraight: I would not be in fome of your coats for two-pence, [Exit Clown. Sir To. Come on, fir; hold. [Holding Sebaftian. Sir And. Nay, let him alone, I'll go another way to work with him; I'll have an action of battery against him, if there be any law in Illyria: though ftruck him firft, yet it's no matter for that. Seb. Let go thy hand. Sir To. Come, fir, I will not let you go. Come, It was the custom at that time to ornament the fides and tops of trunks with fcroll-work and emblematical devices. 2 Warburton fays, that Greek was as much as to fay, bawd or pandar. He understood the Clown to be acting in that office, A bawdy-houfe was called Corinth, and the frequenters of it Corinthians my |