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this letter will make a contemplative ideot of him. Close, in the name of jefting! lye thou there; for here comes the trout that must be caught with tickling.

[Throws down a Letter, and Exit.

Enter Malvolio..

Mal. 'Tis but fortune, all is fortune: Maria once told me, fhe did affect me; and I have heard herself come thus near, that fhould the fancy, it fhould be one of my complexion. Befides, the ufes me with a more exalted refpect, than any one else that follows her. What fhould I think on't ?

Sir To. Here's an over-weaning roguer

Fab: O, peace: contemplation makes a rare Turkey-cock of him; how he jets under his advanc'd plumes!:

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Sir And. 'Slife, I could fo beat the rogue.

Sir To. Peace, I fay.

Mal. To be Count Malvolio,

Sir To.. Ah, rogue!

Sir And. Piftol him, pistol him.

Sir To. Peace, peace.

Mal. There's example for't: the Lady of the Strachy married the yeoman of the wardrobe..

Sir And. Fie on him, Jezebel !

Fab. O, peace, now he's deeply in; look, how ima-gination blows him.

Mal. Having been three months married to her, fitting; in my ftate

Sir To. O for a stone-bow, to hit him in the eye!

Mal. Calling my officers about me, in my branch'di velvet gown; having come down from a day bed, where I have left Olivia fleeping.

Sir To. Fire and brimestone !!

Fab. O, peace, peace.

Mal. And then to have the humour of state; and after r a demure travel of régard, telling them, I know my place, as I would they fhould do theirs

my uncle Toby

Sir To. Bolts and hackles!:

to ask for r

Fab. Oh, peace, peace, peace; now, now.

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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 To. Shall this Fellow live?

Fab. Tho' our filence be drawn from us with cares, yet, peace.

Mal. I extend my hand to him thus; quenching my familiar fmile with an auftere regard of controul.

Sir To. And does not Toby take you a blow o' th' lips then?

Mal. Saying, uncle Toby, my fortunes having caft meon your Neice, give me this prerogative of speechSir To. What, what ?

Mal. You must amend your drunkenness.

Sir To. Out, fcab.!

Fab, Nay, patience, or we break the finews of our plot.

Mal. Befides, you wafte the treasure of your time with: a foolish Knight

Sir And. That's me, I warrant you..

Mal. One Sir Andrew

Sir And. I knew, 'twas I; for many do call me Fool.

Mal. What employment have we here?

[Taking up the Letter.. Fab. Now is the woodcock near the gin. Sir To. Oh peace! now the spirit of humours intimate. 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 the her great P's. It is, in contempt of queftion, her hand.

Sir And. Her C's, her U's, and her T's: why that ? Mal. To the unknown beloved, this, and my good wishes; her very phrases: By your leave, wax. Soft! and the. impreffure her Lucrece, with which fhe ufes to feal; 'tis my Lady to whom should this be?

Fab. This wins him, liver and all.

Mal

Mal. Jove knows I love, but who, lips do not move, no man must know. No man must know- -what fallows? the number's alter'd-no man must know

if this should be thee, Malvolio?

Sir To. Marry, hang thee, Brock!

Mal. I may command where I adore, but filence, like a Lucrece knife,

With bloodless ftroke my heart doth gore, M. O. A, I.. doth fway my life..

Fab. A fuftian riddle.

Sir To. Excellent wench, fay I.

Mal. M. O. A. I. doth fway my life

firft, let me fee

let me fee

nay,, but Fab. What a difh of poison has the dress'd him ? Sir To. And with what wing the ftallion 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 pofition portend? if I could make that resemble something in me?. foftly. M. O. A.I.

Sir To. O, ay! make up that; he is now at a cold fcent.

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

Mal, M.

my name.

Malvolio

-M-why, that begins

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 fe quel; That fuffers under probation: A fhould follow, but O does.

Fab. And O fhall end, I hope.

Sir To. Ay, or I'll cudgel him, and make him cry, 0.

Mal, And then I comes behind."

Fab. Ay, and you had any eye behind you, you might fee more detraction at your heels than fortunes before you.

Mal.

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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 thefe letters is in my name. Soft, here follows profeIf this fall into thy hand, revolve. In my ftars I am above thee, but be not afraid of greatnefs; fome are born great, fome atchieve greatness, and Some have greatness thruft upon them. Thy fates open their bands, let thy blood and spirit embrace them; and to inure thy felf to what thou art like to be, caft thy humble flough, and appear frefb.. Be oppofite with a kinfman, furly with Jervants: let thy tongue tang arguments of flate; put thy into

Jer the trick of fingularity. She thus advises thee,

that fighs for thee. Remember who commended thy yellow. Stockings, and wifh'd to fee thee ever cross-garter'd. I Jay, remember; go to, thou art made, if thou deftreft to be So if not, let me fee thee a steward ftill, the fellow of fervants, and not worthy to touch fortunes' fingers. Farewel. She, that would alter fervices with thee. The fortunate and happy day-light and champian discovers no more: this is open. I will be proud, I will read politick authors, I will baffle Sir Toby, 1 will wash off grofs acquaintance, I will be point devife, the very man. I do not now fool myfelf, to let imagination jade me; for every reafon excites to this, that my Lady loves me. She did commend my yellow ftockings of late, fhe did praise my legs, being cross-garter'd, and in this the manifefts her felf 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 strange, ftout, in yellow ftockings, and cross-garter'd, even with the fwiftnefs of putting on. Forve, and my ftars be praised!Here is yet a poftfcript. Thou canst not chufe but know who I am; if thou entertaineft my love, let it appear in thy fmiling; thy fmiles become thee well. Therefore in my prefence fill fmile, dear my fweet, I prythee.Jove, I thank thee! I will fmile, I will do 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 paid from the Sophy.

Sir To. I could marry this wench for this device.
Sir And. So could I too.

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

Enter Maria.

Sir And. Nor I neither.

Fab. Here comes my noble gull-catcher..
Sir To. Wilt thou fet thy foot o' my neck??
Sir And. Or o' mine either ?

Sir To. Shall I play my freedom at tray-trip, and ben come thy bond-flave?:

Sir And. I'faith, or I either?

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

Mar. Nay, but fay true, does it work upon him?
Sir To. Like Aqua vita with a midwife.

Mar. If you will then fee the fruits of the sport, mark his firft approach before my Lady: he will come to her: in yellow ftockings, and 'tis a colour the abhors; and crofs-garter'd, a fashion fhe detefts; and he will fmile upon her, which will now be fo unfuitable to her difpo fition, being addicted to a melancholy, as he is, that it cannot but turn him into a notable contempt: if you will fee it, follow me.

Sir To. To the gates of Tartar; thou most excellent devil of wit!

Sir And. I'll make one too.

[Exeunt.

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