Duke. And what's her history? Vio. A blank, my lord: she never told her love, We men may say more, swear more: but, indeed, Duke. But died thy sister of her love, my boy? Duke. Ay, that's the theme. To her in haste! give her this jewel; say, SCENE V.-Olivia's garden. Sir To. Fire and brimstone! 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 To. Bolts and shackles ! 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 some rich jewel. Toby approaches; courtsies there to me: Sir To. Shall this fellow live? Fab. Though our silence be drawn from us with cars, yet peace! Mal. I extend my hand to him thus, quenching my [Exeunt. familiar smile with an austere regard of control. Sir To. And does not Toby take you a blow o'the lips then? Enter Sir TOBY BELCH, Sir ANDREW AGUE-CHEEK, and Mal. Saying, Cousin Toby, my fortunes having cast me on your niece, give me this prerogative of speech:Sir To. What, what? FABIAN. Sir To. Come thy ways, signior Fabian! Fab. Nay, I'll come; ifI lose a scruple of this sport, let me be boiled to death with melancholy! Sir To. Would'st thou not be glad to have the niggardly rascally sheep-biter come by some notable shame? Fab. I would exult, man; you know, he brought me out of favour with my lady, about a bear-baiting here. Sir To. To anger him, we'll have the bear again; and we will fool him black and blue:-shall we not, sir Andrew? Sir And. An we do not, it is pity of our lives. Enter MARIA. Sir To. Here comes the little villain:-how now, my nettle of India? Mar. Getye all three into the box-tree: Malvolio's coming down this walk; he has been yonder i'the sun, practising behaviour to his own shadow, this half hour: observe him, for the love of mockery; for, I know, this letter will make a contemplative ideot o him. Close, in the name ofjesting! [The men hide themselves.] Lie thou there; [throws down a letter.]| for here comes the trout, that must be caught with tickling. [Exit Maria. Enter MALVOLIO. Mal. 'Tis but fortune; all is fortune! Maria once told me, she did affect me: and I have heard herself come thus near, that, should she fancy, it should be one of my complexion. Besides, she uses me with a more exalted respect, than any one else that follows her. What should I think on't? Sir To. Here's an over-weening rogue!- Sir And. 'Slight, I could so beat the rogue!- Mal. To be count Malvolio; Sir To. Ah, rogue! - Sir And. Pistol him, pistol hinr! Sir To. Peace, peace! Mal. You must amend your drunkenness. Fab. Nay,patience,or we break the sinews of our plot! Mal. Besides, you waste the treasure of your time with a foolish knight; Sir And. That's me, I warrant you. Sir And. I knew, 'twas I; for many do call me fool. [Taking up the letter. 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 And. Her C's, her U's, and her 7's: why that? Mal. [Reads.] To the unknown beloved, this, and my good wishes: her very phrases!-By your leave, wax. —Soft!—and the impressure her Lucrece, with which she uses to seal: 'tis my lady: to whom should this be? Fab. This wins him, liver and all. Mal. [Reads.] Jove knows, I love: But who? Lips do not move, No man must know. What follows? the numbers Sir To. Marry, hang thee, brock! But silence, like a Lucrece knife, Fab. A fustian riddle! Sir To. Excellent wench, say I! Mal. M, O, A, I, doth sway my life.-Nay, but first, - let me see! let me see, let me see, Fab. What a dish of poison has she dressed him! Mal. There is example for't; the lady of the strachy Mal. Imay command where I adore. Why, she may - married the yeoman of the wardrobe. Sir And. Fie on him, Jezebel! command me; I serve her, she is my lady. Why, this is evident to any formal capacity. There is no obstrucFab. O, peace! now he's deeply in; look,how imagi-tion in this: - Aud the end, What should that alnation blows him! phabetical position portend? ifI could make that re Mal. Having been three months married to her, sit-semble something in me, -Softly !-M, O, A, I. ting in my state,— Sir To. O, for a stone-bow, to hit him in the eye! Mal. Calling my officers about me, in my branched velvet gown; having come from a daybed, where I left Olivia sleeping: Sir To. O, ay! make up that :-he is now at a cold scent. 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 say, he would work it out? the curis excellent at faults. Mal. M, But then there is no consonancy in the sequel; that suffers under probation: should follow, but does. Fab. And O shall end, I hope. Sir To. Ay, or I'll cudgel him, and make him cry, 0. Fab. Ay, an you had any eye behind you, you might see more detraction at your heels, than fortunes before you. sition, 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 To. To the gates of Tartar, thou most excellent devil of wit! Sir And. I'll make one too. АСТ III. SCENE I.-Olivia's garden. [Exeunt. Enter VIOLA, and Clown with a tabor. Clo. No, sir, I live by the church. Clo. No such matter, sir; I do live by the church: for Clo. Why, sir, her name's a word; and to dally with that word might make my sister wanton. But, indeed, words are very rascals, since bonds disgraced them. Vio. Thy reason, man? Mal. M, 0, A, I,— This simulation 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.-If this fall into thy hand,revolve. In my stars I am above thee; but be not afraid of greatness! Some are born great, some achieve I greatness, and some have greatness 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, cast thy humble slough, and appear fresh! Be opposite with a kinsman, surly with servants! let thy tongue tang arguments of state; put thyself into the trick of singularity! She thus advises thee, that sighs for thee. Remember who commended thy yellow stockings; and wished to see thee ever cross-garter'd: Isay, remember! Go to; thou art made, if thou desirest to be so; if not, let me see thee a steward still,the fellow of servants, and not worthy to touch fortune's fingers. Farewell. She, that would alter services with thee, The fortunate unhappy. Day-light and champian discovers not more: this is open. I will be proud, I will read polític authors, I will baffle Sir Toby, I will wash off gross acquaintance, I will be point-de-vice, 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 stockings of late, she did praise my Clo. Not so, sir, I do care for something; but in my leg being cross-gartered; and in this she mani-conscience, sir, I do not care for you: if that be to care fests herself to my love,and,with a kind of injunction, for nothing, sir, I would it would make you invisible. drives me to these habits of her liking. I thank my Vio. Art not thou the lady Olivia's fool? stars, I am happy. I will be strange, stout, in yellow Clo. No, indeed, sir; the lady Olivia has no folly: stockings, and cross-gartered, even with the swiftness she will keep no fool, sir, till she be married; and fools of putting on. Jove, and my stars be praised!-Here is are as like husbands, as pilchards are to herrings, the yet a postscript. Thou canst not choose but know who husband's the bigger; Iam, indeed, not her fool, but I am. If thou entertainest my love, let it appear in thy her corrupter of words. smiling; thy smiles become thee well: therefore in my Vio. I saw thee late at the count Orsino's. presence still smile, dear my sweet, I pr'ythee! Jove, Clo. Foolery, sir, does walk about the orb, like the I thank thee. I will smile; I will do every thing that sun; it shines every where. I would be sorry, sir, but, thou wilt have me. Clo. Troth, sir, I can yield you none without words; and words are grown so false, I am loath to prove reason with them. Vio. I warrant, thou art a merry fellow, and carest for nothing. [Exit. the fool should be as oft with your master, as with my Fab. I will not give my part of this sport for a pen-mistress: I think I saw your wisdom there. sion of thousands to be paid from the Sophy. Sir To. I could marry this wench for this device. Vio. Nay, an thou pass upon me, I'll no more with thee. Hold, there's expenses for thee! Clo. Now Jove, in his next commodity of hair, send Sir To. And ask no other dowry with her, but such thee a beard! another jest. Enter MARIA. Sir And. Nor I neither. Fub. Here comes my noble gull-catcher. Sir To. Wilt thou set thy foot o' my neck? Sir And. Or o' mine either? Vio. By my troth, I'll tell thee, I am almost sick for one; though I would not have it grow on my chin. Is thy lady within? Clo. Would not a pair of these have bred, sir? Sir To. Shall I play my freedom at tray-trip, and bring a Cressida to this Troilus. Sir And. I' faith, or I either. [Exit. Vio. I understand you, sir; 'tis well begg'd. Clo. The matter, I hope, is not great, sir, begging but Sir To. Why,thou hast put him in such a dream, that, a beggar; Cressida was a beggar. My lady is within, when the image of it leaves him, he must run mad. sir. I will construe to them whence you come; who you Mar. Nay, but say true; does it work upon him? are, and what you would, are out of my welkin: I might Sir To. Like aqua-vitae with a midwife. say, element; but the word is over-worn. Mar. If you will then see the fruits of the sport, mark Vio. This fellow's wise enough to play the fool; his first approach before my lady: he will come to her And, to do that well, craves a kind of wit: in yellow stockings, and 'tis a colour she abhors; and He must observe their mood, on whom he jests, cross-gartered, a fashion she detests; and he will smile The quality of persons, and the time; upon her, which will now be so unsuitable to her dispo-' And, like the haggard, check at every feather That comes before his eye. This is a practice, But wise men, folly-fallen, quite taint their wit. Sir To. Save you, gentleman. Vio. And you, sir. Sir And. Dieu vous garde, monsieur. Vio. Et vous aussi ; votre serviteur. Sir And. I hope, sir, you are; and I am yours. Sir To. Will you encounter the house? my niece is desirous you should enter, if your trade be to her. Vio. I am bound to your niece, sir: I mean, she is the list of my voyage. Sir To. Taste your legs, sir, put them to motion! Vio. My legs do better understand me, sir, than I understand what you mean by bidding me taste my legs. Sir To. I mean, to go, sir, to enter. Vio. I will answer you with gait and entrance: but we are prevented. Enter OLIVIA and MARIA. Most excellent accomplished lady, the heavens rain odours on you! Sir And. That youth's a rare courtier: Rain odours! well. Vio. My matter hath no voice, lady, but to your own most pregnant and vouchsafed ear. Sir And. Odours, pregnant, and vouchsafed :—I'll get 'em all three ready. Oli. Let the garden door be shut, and leave me to my hearing.[Exeunt Sir Toby, Sir Andrew,and Maria. Give me your hand, sir. Vio. My duty, madam, and most humble service. Oli. What is your name? yours; Vio. Cesario is your servant's name, fair princess. Oli. My servant, sir! "Twas never merry world, Since lowly feigning was call'd compliment: You are servant to the count Orsino, youth. Vio. And he is yours, and his must needs be Your servant's servant is your servant, madam. Oli. For him, I think not on him: for his thoughts, 'Would they were blanks, rather than fill'd with me! Vio. Madam, I come to whet your gentle thoughts On his behalf: Oli. O, by your leave, I pray you; I bade you never speak again of him: Vio. Dear lady, Oli. Give me leave, I beseech you: I did send, A ring in chase of you; so did I abuse Be not afraid, good youth, I will not have you: Vio. Then westward-hoe: Grace, and good disposition 'tend your ladyship! I pr'ythee, tell me, what thou think'st of me. I By maidhood, honour, truth, and every thing, I [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 the count's serving man, than ever she bestowed 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 That tyrannous heart can think? To one of your banged the youth into dumbuess. This was looked for receiving Enough is shown; a cyprus, not a bosom, Oli. That's a degree to love. Vio. No, not a grise; for 'tis a vulgar proof, That very oft we pity euemies. Oli. Why, then, methinks, 'tis time to smile again: O world, how apt the poor are to be proud! If one should be a prey, how much the better To fall before the lion, than the wolf? [Clock strikes. The clock upbraids me with the waste of time. at your hand, and this was baulked: 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. And'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 Itake note of it; and assure thyself, there is no love broker in the world can more prevail in man's com-I pray you, let us satisfy our eyes Sir And. Will either of you bear me a challenge to him? With the memorials, and the things of fame, I I Ant. 'Would, you'd pardon me; do not without danger walk these streets: Sir To. Go, write it in a martial hand; be curst and Once, in a sea-fight, 'gainst the Count his gallies, brief; it is no matter how witty, so it be eloquent, and did some service; of such note, indeed, full of invention: taunt him with the licence of ink: if That, were I ta'en here, it would scarce be answer'd. thou thou'st him some thrice, it shall not be amiss; and Seb. Belike, you slew great number of his people. as many lies, as will lie in thy sheet of paper, although Ant. The offence is not of such a bloody nature; the sheet were big enough for the bed of Ware in Eng-Albeit the quality of the time, and quarrel, land, set 'em down; go, about it. Let there be gall Might well have given us bloody argument. enough in thy ink; though thou write with a goose-It might have since been answer'd in repaying 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 live, 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. Mar. 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 noChristian that means to be saved by believing rightly, can ever believe such impossible passages of grossness. He's in yellow stockings. Sir To. And cross-gartered? a What we took from them; which, for traffic's sake, I shall pay dear. Seb. Do not then walk too open. Ant. It doth not fit me. Hold, sir, here's my purse; I Ant. Haply, your eye shall light upon some toy You have desire to purchase; and your store, think, is not for idle markets, sir. An hour. Seb. I'll be your purse-bearer, and leave you for SCENE IV. -Olivia's garden. Enter OLIVIA and MARIA. [Exeunt. Oli. I have sent after him: he says, he'll come; Where is Malvolio?-he is sad and civil, Mar. He's coming, madam; Mar. Most villainously, like a pedant that keeps Sir To. Come, bring us, bring us where he is. [Exeunt. SCENE III. - Street. Enter ANTONIO and SEBASTIAN. Ant. I could not stay behind you; my desire, Seb. My kind Antonio, I can no other answer make, but thanks, And thanks, and ever thanks. Often good turns I sent for thee upon a sad occasion. Mal. Sad, lady? I could be sad: this does make some obstruction in the blood,this crossgartering: but what of that? if it please the eye of one, it is with me as the very true sonnet is: Please one, and please all. Oli. Why, how dost thou, man? what is the matter with thee? Mal. Not black in my mind, though yellow in my legs. Mal. To bed? ay, sweetheart; and I'll come to thee. Oli. God comfort thee! Why dost thou smile so, and kiss thy hand so oft? Mar. How do you, Malvolio? Mal.At your request? Yes; nightingales answer daws. Mar. Why appear you with this ridiculous boldness before my lady? Mal. Be not afraid of greatness; - 'Twas well writ. Fab. If this were played upon a stage now, I could condemn it as an improbable fiction. Sir To. His very genius hath taken the infection of Ser. Madam, the young gentleman of the count Or-the device, man. Mar. Nay,pursue him now; lest the device take air, and taint. Oli. I'll come to him.[Exit Servant.] Good Maria, let Fab. Why, we shall make him mad, indeed! this fellow be looked to. Where's my cousin Toby? Mar. The house will be the quieter. Let some of my people have a special care of him; I Sir To. Come, we'll have him in a dark room, and would not have him miscarry for the half of my dowry. bound. My niece is already in the belief,that he is mad; [Exeunt Olivia and Maria. we may carry it thus, for our pleasure, and his penance, Mal. Oh, ho! do you come near me now? no worse till our very pastime, tired out of breath, prompt us to man than sir Toby to look to me?This concurs directly have mercy on him: at which time, we will bring the with the letter: she sends him on purpose, that I may device to the bar, and crown thee for a finder of madappear stubborn to him; for she incites me to that in men. But see, but see! the letter. Cast thy humble slough, says she; -be opposite with a kinsman, surly with servants,- let thy tongue tang with arguments of state, put thyself into the trick of singularity;—and, consequently, sets down the manner how; as, a sad face, a reverend carriage, a slow tongue, in the habit of some sir of note, and so forth. I have limed her; but it is Jove's doing, and Jove make me thankful! And, when she went away now, Let this fellow be looked to: fellow! not Malvolio, nor after my degree, but fellow. Why every thing adheres together; that no dram of a scruple, no scruple of a scruple, no obstacle, no incredulous or unsafe circumstance, — What can be said? Nothing, that can be, can come between me and the full prospect of my hopes. Well, Jove, not I, is the doer of this, and he is to be thanked. - Re-enter MARIA, with Sir TOBY BELCH, and FABIAN. Sir To. Which way is he, in the name of sanctity? If all the devils in hell be drawn in little, and Legion himself possessed him, yet I'll speak to him. Fab. Here he is, here he is!-How is't with you, sir? how is't with you, man? Mal. Go off'; I discard 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. Mal. Ah, ha! does she so? 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! defy the devil! consider, he's an enemy to mankind. Mal. Do you know what you say? Enter Sir ANDrew Ague-cheEK. Sir And. Ay, is it, I warrant him : do but read. Sir To. Wonder not, nor admire not in thy mind, why I do call thee so, for I will show thee no reason for't.. Fab. A good note: that keeps you from the blow of the law. Sir To. Thou comest to the lady Olivia, and in my sight she uses thee kindly: but thou liest in thy throat, that is not the matter I challenge thee for. Fab. Very brief, and exceeding good senseless. Sir To. I will way-lay thee going home; where if it be thy chance to kill me, Fab. Good. Sir To. Thou killest me like a rogue and a villain. Fab. Still you keep o' the windy side of the law: good. Sir. To. Fare thee well; and God have mercy upon one of our souls! He may have mercy upon mine; but my hope is better, and so look to thyself. Thy friend, as thou usest him, and thy sworn enemy. ANDREW AGUE-CHEEK. Sir To. If this letter move him not, his legs cannot: Mar. You may have very fit occasion for't; he is now in some commerce with my lady, and will by and Mar. La you, an you speak ill of the devil, how he by depart. takes it at heart! Pray God, he be not bewitched! 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 say. Mal. How now, mistress? Sir To. Pr’ythee, hold thy peace; this is not the way! Do you not see you move him? let me alone with him. Fab. No way but gentleness; gently, gently! the fiend is rough, and will not be roughly used. Sir To. Go, sir Andrew; scout me for him at the corner of the orchard, like a bum-bailiff: so soon as ever thou seest him, draw; and, as thou drawest, swear horrible; for it comes to pass oft, that a terrible oath, with a swaggering accent sharply twanged off, gives manhood more approbation than ever proof itself would have earned him. Away! Sir And. Nay, let me alone for swearing! [Exit. Sir To. Now will not I deliver his letter: for the behaviour of the young gentleman gives him out to be of good capacity and breeding; his employment between |