Sir T. "O for a stone-bow, to hit him in the eye!" MAL. Calling my officers about me, in my branch'd velvet gown; having come from a day-bed, where I have left Olivia fleeping:

Sir T. "Fire and brimftone!"

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 T. "Bolts and fhackles!"

FAB.. "O, peace, peace, peace! now, now.

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 fome rich jewel: Toby approaches; curtfies there to me:

Sir T. "Shall this fellow live?"

FAB. "Though our filence be drawn from as with" "" cares, yet peace.

MAL. I extend my hand to him,

thus, quenching my familiar fmile with an auftere regard of controul; Sir T. "And does not Toby take you a blow o'the" "lips then?"

MAL. Saying, Cousin Toby, my fortunes having caft me on your niece give me this prerogative of Speech;

Sir T. "What, what?"

MAL. You must amend your drunkenness.

Sir T. "Out, fcab!"

[plot."

FAB. "Nay, patience, or we break the finews of our MAL. Befides, you waste the treasure of your time with

a foolish knight;

Sir A. "That's me, I warrant you."

MAL. One for Andrew :

Sir A. "I knew, 'twas I, for many do call me fool." MAL. What employment have we here? [taking up the FAB. "Now is the woodcock near the gin." [Letter. Sir T. "O, peace! and the spirit of humours inti-" "mate 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 A. "Her C's, her U's, and her T's; Why that?" MAL. [reads.] To the unknown belov'd, this, and my good wifes: her very phrases! By your leave, wax:_ Soft; and the impreffure her Lucrece, with which the uses to feal: 'tis my lady: To whom should this be? [opes the Letter. 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 alter'd! No man must know: If this should be thee, Malvalio?

Sir T. "Marry, hang thee, brock!"

MAL. [reads.] I may command where I adore:
But filence, like a Lucrece knife,

With bloodless ftroke my heart doth
M, O, Á, I, doth feway my life.

FAB. "A fuftian riddle!"

Sir T. "Excellent wench, fay I.

gore;

MAL. M, O, A, I, doth faway my life. Nay, but first,

let me fee, let me fee, let me fee.

FAB. "What a dish of poison has she dreff'd him!" Sir T. "And with what wing the ftanyel checks" "at it!"

MAL. I may command where I adore. Why, fhe may command me; I ferve her, fhe is my lady: Why, this is evident to any formal capacity! there is no obftruction in this; And the end; What should that alphabetical position portend? if I could make that resemble fomething in me,- Softly; M, O, A, I.

Sir T. "O, ay, make up that: he is now at a cold" "fcent."

FAB.

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

MAL. M, Malvolio;-M, why, that begins my name. FAB. "Did not I fay, he would work it out? the" cur is excellent at faults."

MAL. M, But then there is no confonancy in the fequel; that fuffers under probation: A fhould follow, but O does.

FAB. "And O fhall end, I hope."

Sir T. "Ay, or I'll cudgel him, and make him cry O." MAL. And then I comes behind.

FAB. 66 Ay, an you had any eye behind you, you" 'might fee more detraction at your heels, than for-" "tunes before you.

:

MAL. M, O, A, I;- This fimulation 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. [reads.

If this fall into thy hand, revolve. In my ftars I am above thee; but be not afraid of greatness: Some are born great, fome atchieve greatness, and fome have greatness

2 the stallion 31 are become great

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, caft thy humble flough, and
appear fresh: be opposite with a kinsman, furly with
fervants: let thy tongue tang arguments of state; put
thyfelf into the trick of fingularity: She thus advises
thee, that fighs for thee. Remember who commended
thy yellow ftockings; and wish'd to fee thee ever cross-
garter'd: 1 fay, remember. Go to: thou art made, if
thou desir'ft to be fo; if not, let me fee thee afterward
fill, the fellow of fervants, and not worthy to touch
fortune's fingers. Farewel. She that would alter fervices
with thee,
The fortunate-unhappy.

Day-light, and champian, discovers not more: this is open. I will be proud, I will read politick authors, I will baffle fir Toby, I will wash off grofs acquaintance, I will be point-devise 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 ftockings of late, fhe did praise my leg being cross-garter'd; and in this fhe manifefts herself to my love, and, with a kind of injunction, drives me to these habits of her liking. I thank my ftars, I am happy. I will be ftrange, ftout, in yellow ftockings, and cross-garter'd, even with the swiftnefs of putting on. Jove, and my ftars, be praised! Here is yet a post-script.

Thou can't not choose but know who I am. If thou entertain't my love, let it appear in thy smiling; thy fmiles become thee well: therefore in my presence ftill fmile, dear my feet, I pr'ythee.

Jove, I thank thee. I will smile I will do

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every thing that thou wilt have me.

[Exit. FAB. I will not give my part of this fport for a penfion of thousands to be pay'd from the Sophy. Sir T. I could marry this wench for this device; Sir A. So could I too.

Sir T. And ask no other dowry with her, but such another jeft.

Sir A. Nor I neither.

Enter MARIA.

FAB. Here comes my noble gull-catcher.

Sir T.

Wilt thou fet thy foot o'my neck?

Sir A. Or o'mine either?

Sir T. Shall I play my freedom at tray-trip, and become thy bond-flave?

Sir A. I'faith, or I either?

Sir T. Why, thou haft put him in fuch a dream, that, when the image of it leaves him, he must run mad.

MAR. Nay, but fay true, does it work upon him? Sir T. Like aqua-vitæ with a midwife.

MAR. If you will then fee the fruits of the fport, mark his first approach before my lady: he will come to her in yellow ftockings, and 'tis a colour she abhors; and cross-garter'd, a fashion fhe detefts; and he will fmile upon her, which will now be fo unfuitable to her difposition, 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 T. To the gates of tartar, thou most excellent devil of wit.

Sir A. I'll make one too.

[Exeunt.