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of nature.

MAR. He hath, indeed, almost natural: for, besides that he's a fool, he's a great quarreller; and, but that he hath the gift of a coward to allay the gust he hath in quarrelling, 'tis thought among the prudent, he would quickly have the gift of a grave.

Sir T. By this hand, they are scoundrels, and fubstractors, that say so of him. Who are they?

Mar. They that add moreover, he's drunk nightly in your company.

Sir T. With drinking healths to my niece ; I'll drink to her, as long as there is a paffage in my throat, and drink in Illyria : he's a coward, and a coystril, that will not drink to my niece, 'till his brains turn o’the toe like a parish top. What, wench? Caftiliano volto; for here comes fir Andrew Ague-face.

Enter Sir ANDREW.
Sir A. Sir Toby Belch! how now, fir Toby Belch?
Sir T. Sweet fir Andrew!
Sir A. Bless

you,

fair shrew.
Mar. And you too, fir.
Sir T. Accost, fir Andrew, accost.
Sir A. What's that?
Sir T. My niece's chamber-maid.

[ance.
Sir A. Good mistress Accoft, I desire better acquaint-
MAR. My name is Mary, fir.
Sir A. Good mistress Mary Accoft, -

Sir T. You mistake, knight: accoft, is, front her, board her, woo her, assail her.

Sir A. By my troth, I would not undertake her in this company. Is that the meaning of accoft ?

MAR. Fare you well, gentlemen.

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Sir T. An thou let part so, fir Andrew, 'would thou might't never draw sword again.

Sir A. An you part so, mistress, I would I might never draw sword again; Fair lady, do you think you have fools in hand?

Mar. Sir, I have not you by the hand.
Sir A. Marry, but you shall have; and here's my hand.

Mar. Now, fir, thought is free : I pray you, bring your

hand to the buttery bar, and let it drink. (phor} Sir A. Wherefore, sweet heart? what's your metaMAR. It's dry, sir.

Sir A. Why, I think so ; I am not such an afs, but I can keep my hand dry. But what's your jest ?

MAR. A dry jest, fir.
Sir A. Are you full of them ?

MAR. Ay, fir; I have them at my fingers' ends : marry, now I let go your hand, I am barren.

(Exit MARIA. Sir T. O knight, thou lack'st cup of canary; When did I see thee so put down!

Sir A. Never in your life, I think ; unless you see canary put me down : Methinks, fometimes I have no more wit than a chriftian, or an ordinary man, has : but I am a great eater of beef, and, I believe, that does harm to my wit.

Sir T. No question.

Sir A. An I thought that, I'd forfwear it. I'll ride home to-morrow, fir Toby.

Sir T. Pourquoy, my dear knight?

Sir A. What is pourquoy? do, or not do? I would I had bestow'd that time in the tongues, that I have in fencing, dancing, and bear-baiting: o, had I but fol

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low'd the arts !

Sir T. Then hadft thou had an excellent head of hair. Sir A. Why, would that have mended my hair ?

Sir T. Past question; for, thou feeft, it will not curl by nature. Sir A. But it becomes me well enough, does't not ?

Sir T. Excellent; it hangs like fax on a distaff : and I hope to fee a huswife take thee between her legs, and fpin it off.

Sir A. 'Faith, I'll home to-morrow, fir Toby: your niece will not be seen; or, if she be, it's four to one she'll none of me; the count himfelf, here hard by, woes her.

Sir T. She'll none of the count; she'll not match above her degree, neither in eftate, years, nor wit; I have heard her swear't. Tut, there's life in't, man.

Sir A. I'll ftay a month longer. I am a fellow o'th? strangest mind i'the world ; I delight in masques and revels sometimes altogether.

Sir T. Art thou good at these kickshaws, knight?

Sir A. As any man in Illyria, whatsoever he be, under the degree of my betters; and yet I will not compare with an old man.

Sir T. What is thy excellence in a galliard, knight?
Sir A. 'Faith, I can cut a caper.
Sir T. And I can cut the mutton to't.

Sir A. And, I think, I have the back-trick, fimply as strong as any man in Illyria.

Sir T. Wherefore are these things hid ? wherefore have these gifts a curtain before them are they like to take dust, like mistress Mall's picture? Why doft thou not go to church in a galliard, and come home in a co

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ranto ? my very walk fhould be a jig; I would not fo much as make water, but in a fink-a-pace. What doft thou mean; is it a world to hide virtues in? I did think, by the excellent constitution of thy leg, it was form’d under the star of a galliard.

Sir A. Ay 'tis ftrong; and it does indifferent well in a fame-colour'd stocking. Shall we fet about some revels ?

Sir T. What shall we do elfe ? were we not born under Taurus ?

Sir A. Taurus ? that's fides, and heart.

Sir T. No, fir; it is legs, and thighs. Let me see thee caper:t ha! higher: T ha, ha! excellent! [Exeunt.

SCENE IV. A Room in the Duke's Palace. Enter VALENTINE, and Viola in Man's Attire. VAL. If the duke continue these favours towards you, Cesario, you are like to be much advanc'd; he hath known you but three days, and already you are no stranger.

Vio. You either fear his humour, or my negligence, that you

call in question the continuance of his love : Is he inconstant, fir, in his favours !

VAL. No, believe me.
V10. I thank you. Here comes the count.

Enter Duke, attended.
Duk. Who saw Cesario, ho?
V10. On your attendance, my lord; here.

Duk. Stand you a while aloof. _ Cesario,
Thou know'ft no less but all ; I have unclafp'd
To thee the book even of my secret foul :
Therefore, good youth, address thy gait unto her ;

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Be not deny'd access, ftand at her doors,
And tell them, there thy fixed foot shall grow;
'Till thou have audience.

V10. Sure, my noble lord,
If she be so abandon'd to her sorrow
As it is spoke, she never will admit me.

Duk. Be clamorous, and leap all civil bounds,
Rather than make unprofited return.

V10. Say, I do speak with her, my lord; What then ?

Duk. O, then, unfold the passion of my love,
Surprize her with discourse of my dear faith :
It shall become thee well, to act my woes;
She will attend it better in thy youth,
Than in a nuntio of more grave aspéct.

V10. I think not so, my lord.

Duk, Dear lad, believe it ;
For they shall yet belye thy happy years,
That say, thou art a man : Diana's lip
Is not more smooth, and rubious ; thy small pipe
Is as the maiden's organ, shrill, and sound,
And all is semblative a woman's part.
I know, thy constellation is right apt
For this affair : _Some four, or five, attend him ;
All, if you will; for I myself am best,
When least in company :-

Prosper well in this,
And thou shalt live as freely as thy lord,
To call his fortunes thine.

V10. I'll do my best, To woo your lady: “ yet, a barful ftrife;" “Whoe'er I woo, myself would be his wife.” [Exeunt.

SCENE V. A Room in Olivia's House.

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