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SCENE changes to Olivia's House.

Oli. (9) I

Enter Olivia, and Maria.

Have fent after him; fay, he will come; How fhall I feast him? what bestow on him?

For youth is bought more oft, than begg'd or borrow'd.

I speak too loud

Where is Malvolio? he is fad and civil,

And fuits well for a fervant with my fortunes.
Where is Malvolio?

Mar. He's coming, Madam; but in very ftrange

manner.

He is fure poffest, Madam.

Oli. Why, what's the matter, does he rave?

Mar. No, Madam, he does nothing but fmile; your ladyship were beft to have fome guard about you, if he come; for, fure, the man is tainted in his wits.

Oli. Go call him hither.

Enter Malvolio.

'I'm as mad as he,

If fad and merry madness equal be.

How now, Malvolio?

Mal. Sweet lady, ha, ha.

[Smiles fantastically

Oli. Smil't thou? I fent for thee upon a fad occafion.

(9) I bave fent after bim; he says he'll come.] But Who did he fay fo to? Or from Whom could my Lady have any fuch Intelligence? Her Servant employ'd upon this Errand, wa not yet return'd; and, when he does return, he brings Word that the Youth would hardly be intreated back, I am per fuaded, She was intended rather to be in Sufpenfe, and deli berating with Herfelf: putting the Suppofition that he woul come and asking Herfelf, in that Cafe, how She should en tertain him.

Mal

Mal. Sad, lady? I could be fad; this does make fome obftruction in the blood; this cross-gartering; but what of it? if it please the eye of One, it is with me as the very true fonnet is: Pleafe one, and please all.

Oli. Why? how doft thou, man? what is the matter with thee.

Mal. Not black in my mind, tho' yellow in my legs: it did come to his hands, and commands fhall be executed. I think, we do know, that 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 smile so, and kifs thy hand fo 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.

Oli. What meanest thou by that, Malvolia ?«

· Mal. Some are born Great

Oli. Ha?

Mal. Some atchieve Greatness

Oli What fay't thou?

Mal. And fome have Greatness thruft upon them

Oli. Heaven restore thee!

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Mal. Remember, who commended thy yellow ftock

ings.

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Oli. Thy yellow ftockings?

Mal. And wifh'd to fee thee cross-garter'd

Oli. Crofs garter'd?

Mal. Go to, thou art made, if thou defireft to be

Oli. Am I made?

Mal. If not, let me fee thee a fervant still.
Oli. Why, this is a very midfummer madness.

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Enter Servant.

Ser. Madam, the young gentleman of the Duke Or fino's is return'd; I could hardly entreat him back; he attends your ladyship's pleasure.

Oli. I'll come to him, Good Maria, let this fellow be look'd to. Where's my uncle Toby? let fome of my people have a special care of him; I would not have him mifcarry for half of my dowry.

[Exit. Mal. Oh, oh! do you come near me now? no worse man than Sir Toby to look to me! this concurs directly with the letter; fhe fends him on purpose that I may appear ftubborn to him; for fhe incites me to that in the letter. Caft thy humble flough, fays fhe ;-be oppofite with a kinfman,-furly with fervants,-let thy tongue tang with arguments of ftate,put thyfelf 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 Sir of note, and fo forth. I have lim'd her, but it is Jove's doing, and Jove make me thankful! and when the 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 fcruple, 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.

Enter Sir Toby, Fabian, and Maria.

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Sir To. Which way is he, in the name of fanctity? if all the devils in hell be drawn in little, and Legion himfelf poffeft 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?

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Mal. Go off; I difcard you; let me enjoy my privacy: go off.

Mar. Lo, how hollow the fiend fpeaks within him! did not I tell you? Sir Toby, my lady prays you to have a care of him.

Mal.

Mal. Ah, ha! does the fo?

Sir To. Go to, go to; peace, peace, we muft deal gently with him: let me alone. How do you, Malvolio? how is't with you? what! man, defie the devil; confider, he's an enemy to mankind.

Mal. Do you know what you fay?

Mar. La, you! if you speak ill of the devil, how he takes it at heart. Pray God, he be not be

witch'd.

Fab. Carry his water to th' wife woman.

Mar. Marry, and it fhall be done to-morrow morning if I live. My lady would not lofe him for more than I'll fay.

Mal. How now, miftrefs?

Mar. O lord!

Sir To. Pr'ythee, hold thy peace; that 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 To. Why, how now, my bawcock? how doft thou, chuck?

Mal. Sir?

Sir To Ay, biddy, come with me.

What! man, 'tis not for gravity to play at cherry-pit with fatan. Hang him, foul collier.

Mar. Get him to fay his prayers, good Sir Toby; get him to pray.

Mal. My prayers, minx!

Mar. No, I warrant you, he will not hear of godliness. Mal. Go hang yourselves all: you are idle fhallow things; I am not of your element, you shall know more hereafter. [Exit.

Sir To. Is't poffible?

Fab. If this were plaid upon a ftage now, I could condemn it as an improbable fiction.

Sir To. His very genius hath taken the infection of the device, man.

Mar. Nay, purfue him now, left the device take air, and taint.

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Fab. Why, we shall make him mad, indeed,
Mar. The houfe will be the quieter.

Sir To. Come, we'll have him in a dark room and bound. My neice is already in the belief that he's mad; we may carry it thus for our pleafure and his penance, 'till our very pattime, 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 see.

Enter Sir Andrew.

Fab. More matter for a May morning.

Sir And. Here's the challenge, read it: I warrant, there's vinegar and pepper in't.

Fab. Is't fo faucy?

Sir And. Ay, ist? I warrant him: do but read.

Sir To. Give me.

[Sir Toby reads. Youth, what foever thou art, thou art but a fcurvy fellow.

Fab. Good and valiant.

Sir To. 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 To. Thou com'ft to the Lady Olivia, and in my fight fhe ufes thee kindly; but thou lieft in thy throat, that is not the matter I challenge thee for."

Fab. Very brief, and exceeding good fenfe-lefs.

Sir To. I will way lay thee going home, where if it be thy chance to kill me

Fab. Good.

Sir To. Thou kill ft me like a rogue and a villain. Fab. Still you keep o' th' windy fide of the law: good.

Sir To. Fare thee well, and God have mercy upon one of our fouls: he may have mercy upon mine, but my hope is better, and fo look to thyself. Thy friend as thou useft him, and thy fworn enemy, Andrew Ague-cheek.

Sir To If this letter move him not, his legs cannot: I'll give t him.

Mar.

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