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Sir And. I have't in my nose too.
Sir To. He shall think by the letters, that thou wilt drop, that they come from my Neice, and that the is in love with him.
Mar. My purpose is, indeed, a horse of that colour.
Mar. Sport royal, I warrant you: I know, my phy. fick will work with him. I will plant you two, and let the fool make a third, where he shall find the letter : observe his construction of it: for this night to bed, and dream on the event. Farewel.
[Exit. Sir To. Good night, Penthihlea. Sir Andi Before me, fhe's a good wench.
Sir To. She's a beagle, true-bred, and one that ad ores me ; what o' that?
Sir And.. I was ador'd once too.
Sir Tó. Let's to bed, Knight : thou hadît need send for more mony.
Sir And. If I cannot recover your Neice, I am a foul way out.
Sir To. Send for mony, Knight ; if thou hast her not i' th' end, call me cut.
Sir And. If I do not, never trust me, take it how you will.
Sir To. Come, come, I'll go burn some fack, 'tis too late to go to bed now: come, Knight ; come, Knight.
Cur. He is not here, so please your Lordship, that should fing it.
Duke. Who was it?
Cur. Fefte, the jester, my Lord, a fool that the Lady
[Exit Curio. [Muficki
Vio. It gives a very echo to the feat
Duke. Thou dost speak mafterly.
Vio. A little, by your favour.
She is not worth thee then. What years, i'faith?
Duke. Too old, by heav'n ; let still the woman take:
Vië. I think it well, my lord.
Duke. Then let thy love be younger than thyself,
Vio: And so they are: alas, that they are so,
whose fair flower,
Enter Curio and Clown.
Clo. Are you ready, Sir ?
And in fad cypress let me be laid ; Fly away, fly away, breath,
I am Jain by a fair cruel maid. My shrowd of white, fuck all with
, prepare it.
Did share it.
On my black cofin let there be fren:
My poor corps, where my bones shall be thrown.
Lay me, O! where
To weep there.
Duke. There's for thy pains.
Duke. I'll pay thy pleasure then.
Duke. Give me now leave to leave thee.
Clo. Now the melancholy God protect thee, and the taylor make thy doublet of changeable taffata, for thy mind is a very opal! I would have men of such constancy
put to sea, that their business might be every thing, and their intent every where ; -for that's it, that always makes a good voyage of nothing. Farewel. [Exit. Duke. Let all the rest give place. Once more, Ces
foul. Vio. But if the cannot love you, SirDuke. It cannot be so answer'd.
Vio. Sooth, but you must.
you have for Olivia : you cannot love her ; You tell her so; muft she not then be answer'd ?
Duke. There is no woman's fides
Vio. Ay, but I know
Duke. What doft thou know? · Vio. Too well what love women to men my owe:;:. In faith, they are as true of heart, as we. My father had a daughter lov'd a man, As it might be, pernaps, were I a woman, I should your Lordship.
Duke. And what's her hiftory?
Vio. A blank, my Lord : she never told her love, But let concealment, like a worm i' th'bud,
Feed on lier damask cheek: the pin'd in thought;
Duke. But dy'd thy fifter of her love, my boy?
Vio. I'm all the daughters of my father's house,
Duke. Ay, that's the theam.
S CEN E changes to Olivia's Garden,
Enter Sir Toby, Sir Andrew, and Fabian. Sir To. COME thy ways, Signior Fabian
Fab. Nay, I'll come; if I lose a scruple of this fport, let me be boiled to death with melancholy.
Sir To. Would'st thou not be glad to have the nig. gardly 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, thall we not, Sir Andrew?? Sir And. An we do not, it's pity of our lives.
Enter Maria.. Sir To. Here comes the little villain : how now, my nettle of India ?
Mar. Get ye all three into the box-tree ; Malvolio's coming down this walk, he has been yonder i' th' fun practising behaviour to his own shadow this half hour. Observe him, for the love of mockery; for, I know