OLI. I have fent after him: He says, he'll come ; How fhall I feaft him? what bestow of him? For youth is bought more oft, than beg'd, or borrow'd. I fpeak too loud. Where is Malvolio? he is fad, and civil, And fuits well for a fervant with my fortunes; MAR. He's coming, madam; -- But in very ftrange manner: he is, fure, posseft, madam. He does nothing but fmile: your ladyship were beft For, fure, the man is tainted in his wits. OLI. Go, call him hither. — I'm as mad as he, If fad and merry madness equal be. MAL. Sweet lady, - I fent for thee upon a fad occasion. - [fmiles fantastically. MAL. Sad, lady? I could be fad: This does make fome obftruction in the blood, this crofs-gartering; But what of that? if it please the eye of one, it is with me as the very true fonnet has it, Please one, and please all. [with thee? OLI. Why, how doft thou, man? what is the matter MAL. Not black in my mind, though yellow in my legs: It did come to his hands, and commands shall be executed. I think, we do know the fweet Roman hand. OLI. Wilt thou go to bed, Malvolio ? MAL. To bed? ay, sweet heart; and I'll come to thee. OLI. God comfort thee! Why dost thou fmile fo, and kiss thy hand so oft? MAR. How do you, Malvolio? [daws. MAL, At your requeft? Yes; Nightingales anfwer MAR. Why appear you with this ridiculous boldness before my lady? MAL. Be not afraid of greatness: 'Twas well writ. OLI. What meaneft thou by that, Malvolio? MAL. Some are born great,— OLI. Ha? MAL. Some atchieve greatness,— OLI. What fay'st thou? MAL. And fome have greatness thrust upon them. OLI. Heaven reftore thee! MAL. Remember who commended thy yellow ftockings ; OLI. Thy yellow ftockings? MAL. And wifh'd to fee thee cross-garter'd. OLI. Cross-garter'd? MAL. Go to thou art made, if thou desir'ft to be fo; OLI. Am I made? MAL. If not, let me fee thee a fervant ftill. OLI. Why, this is very midfummer madness. Ser. Enter a Servant. Madam, the young gentleman of the count Orfino's is return'd; I could hardly intreat him back; he attends your ladyfhip's pleasure. OLI. I'll come to him. [Exit Ser.] Good Maria, let this fellow be look'd to. Where's my cousin Toby? Let fome of my people have a special care of him; I would not have him mifcarry for the half of my dowry. [Exeunt OLIVIA, and MARIA. MAL. Oh ho, do you come near me now? no worse man than fir Toby to look to me? This concurs directly with the letter: fhe fends him on purpose, that I may appear stubborn to him; for the incites me to that in the letter. Caft thy humble flough, fays she be opposite with a kinsman, furly with jervants; let thy tongue tang arguments of state, 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 fir of note, and fo forth. I have lim'd her but it is Jove's doing, and Jove make me thankful. And, when he went away now, Let this fellow be look'd to: Fellow! not Malvolio, nor after my degree, but fellow. Why, every thing adheres together; that no dram of a scruple, no fcruple of a fcruple, no obftacle, no incredulous or unfafe circumftance,What can be faid? Nothing, that can be, can come between me and the full profpect of my hopes. Well, Jove, not I, is the doer of this, and he is to be thanked. Re-enter MARIA, with Sir TOBY, and FABIAN. Sir T. Which way is he, in the name of fanctity? If all the devils in hell be drawn in little, and Legion himfelf posseff'd him, yet I'll speak to him. 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 speaks within him! did not I tell you? Sir Toby, my lady prays you to have a care of him. 7 tang with ar MAL. Ah, ha, does the fo? Sir T. 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; defy the devil: confider, he's an enemy to mankind. MAL. Do you know what you say? 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 wise woman. MAR. Marry, and it shall be done to-morrow morning, if I live. My lady would not lose him for more than I'll fay. MAL. How now, mistress? MAR. O lord! Sir T. 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 gentleness; gently, gently: the fiend is rough, and will not be roughly us'd. Sir T. Why, how now, my bawcock? how doft thou, chuck? MAL. Sir? Sir T. Ay, biddy, come with me. What, man; 'tis not for gravity to play at cherry-pit with Satan: Hang him foul collier ? 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 godlinefs. MAL. Go, hang yourfelves all! you are idle fhallow things: I am not of your element; you fhall know more hereafter. [Exit MALVO LIO, Sir T. Is't poffible? FAB. If this were play'd upon a stage now, I could condemn it as an improbable fiction. Sir T. His very genius hath taken the infection of the device, man. MAR. Nay, pursue him now; left the device take air, and taint. FAB. Why, we shall make him mad indeed. Sir T. Come, we'll have him in a dark room, and bound. My niece is already in the belief that he's mad; we may carry it thus, for our pleasure, and his penance, 'till our very pastime, tired out of breath, prompt us to have mercy on him : at which time, we will bring the device to the bar, and crown thee for a finder of madmen: But fee, but fee. Enter Sir ANDREW. FAB. More matter for a May morning. Sir A. Here's the † challenge, read it; I warrant, there's vinegar and pepper in't. FAB. Is't fo faucy? Sir A. Ay, is't? I warrant him: do but read. Sir T. Give me. [reads.] Youth, whatsoever thou art, thou art but a fcurvy fellow : FAB. Good, and valiant. Sir T. Wonder not, nor admire not in thy mind, why I do call thee fo, for I will fhew thee no reason for't. FAB. A good note: that keeps you from the blow of the law. Sir T. Thou com'ft to the lady Olivia, and in my fight fhe uses thee kindly: but thou lyft in thy throat, that is not the matter I challenge thee for. VOL. IV. L |