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

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

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

Sir And. I'll make one too.

ACT III.

[Exeunt.

SCENE I.

Vio.

Olivia's garden.

Enter Viola, and Clown.

Ave thee, friend, and thy mufic. Doft thou live by thy tabor?

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Clo. No, Sir, I live by the church.

Vio. Art thou a churchman?

Clo. No fuch matter, Sir; I do live by the church; for I do live at my house, and my house doth stand by the church.

Vio. So thou may'ft fay, the King lies by a beggar, if a beggar dwell near him; or the church ftands by thy tabor, if thy tabor ftand by the church.

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Clo. You have faid, Sir; to fee this age!. -A fentence is but a chev'ril glove to a good wit; how quickly the wrong fide may be turned outward!

Vio. Nay, that's certain; they that dally nicely with words, may quickly make them wanton.

Clo. I would therefore my fifter had had no name, Sir.

Vio. Why, man?

Clo. Why, Sir, her name's a word; and to dally with that word, might make my fifter wanton; but * A glove made of a kid's skin,

indeed words are very rafcals, fince bonds difgrac'd them. Vio. Thy reafon, man?

Clo. Troth, Sir, I can yield you none without words; and words are grown fo falfe, I am loth to prove reafon with them.

Vio. I warrant thou art a merry fellow, and careft for nothing.

Clo. Not fo, Sir, I do care for fomething; but, in my confcience, Sir, I do not care for you: if that be to care for nothing, Sir, I would it would make you invifible.

Vio. Art not thou the Lady Olivia's fool?

Clo. No, indeed, Sir; the Lady Olivia has no folly; fhe will keep no fool, Sir, till fhe be married; and fools are as like husbands, as pilchers are to herrings; the hufband's the bigger; I am, indeed, not her fool, but her corrupter of words.

Vio. I faw thee late at the Duke Orfino's.

Clo. Foolery, Sir, does walk about the orb like the fun; it shines every where. I would be forry, Sir, but the fool fhould be as oft with your mafter, as with my miftrefs: I think I faw your wisdom there.

Vio. Nay, an thou país upon me, I'll no more with thee. Hold, there's expences for thee.

[Gives him a piece of money. Clo. Now Jove, in his next commodity of hair, fend thee a beard!

Vio. By my troth, I'll tell thee, I am almoft fick 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?

Vio. Yes, being kept together, and put to use. Clo. I would play Lord Pandarus of Phrygia, Sir, to bring a Creffida to this Troilus.

Vio. I understand you, Sir, 'tis well begg'd.

Clo. The matter, I hope, is not great, Sir; begging but a beggar. Creffida was a beggar. My Lady is within, Sir, I will confter to them whence you come; who you are, and what you would, is out of my welkin; I might fay, element; but the word is over-worn. [Exit.

Vio. This fellow is wife enough to play the fool,

And, to do that well, craves a kind of wit:
He muft obferve their mood on whom he jefts,
The quality of the perfons, and the time;
And, like the haggard, check at every feather
That comes before his eye. This is a practice,
As full of labour as a wife man's art:
For folly, that he wifely fhews, is fit;
But wife mens' folly-fall'n, quite taints their wit.
SCENE

II.

Enter Sir Toby, and Sir Andrew.

Sir And. Save you, Gentleman.

Vio. And you, Sir.

Sir To. Dieu vous guarde, Monfieur.

Vio. Et vous aufi; voftre ferviteur.

Sir To. I hope, Sir, you are; and I am your's. Will you encounter the house? my niece is defirous you fhould enter, if your trade be to her.

Vio. I am bound to your niece, Sir; I mean, she is the lift of my voyage.

Sir To. Tafte your legs, Sir, put them to motion. Vio. My legs do better understand me, Sir, than I understand what you mean by bidding me tafte my legs. Sir To. I mean, to go, Sir, to enter.

Vio. I will anfwer you with gate and entrance; but we are prevented.

Enter Olivia and Maria.

Moft excellent accomplish'd Lady, the heav'ns 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 vouchfafed ear.

Sir And. Odours, pregnant, and vouchfafed: 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,

S CENE

Give me your hand, Sir.

* Pregnant, for ready.

III.

Vio. My duty, Madam, and moft humble fervice.
Oli. What is your name

?

Vio. Cefario is your fervant's name, fair Princefs.
Oli. My fervant, Sir? 'Twas never merry world,
Since lowly feigning was call'd compliment:
Y'are fervant to the Duke Orsino, youth.

Vio. And he is your's, and his must needs be your's: Your fervant's fervant is your fervant, 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 fpeak again of him. But would you undertake another suit, I'd rather hear you to folicit that, Than nufic from the spheres.

Vio. Dear Lady,

Oli. Give me leave, I beseech you: I did fend,
After the laft inchantment you did hear,

A ring in chace of you. So did I abufe
Myself, my fervant, and, I fear me, you;
Under your hard conftruction must I fit,
To force that on you in a fhameful cunning,
Which you knew none of your's.
What might you

think?

Have you not fet mine honour at the stake,

And baited it with all th' unmuzzled thoughts

That tyrannous heart can think? to one of your receiving *

Enough is fhewn; a cyprus, not a bofom,

Hides my poor heart. So let us hear you speak.

Vio. I pity you.

Oli. That's a degree to love.

Vio. No, not a grice : for 'tis a vulgar proof,

That very oft we pity enemies.

Oli. Why then, methinks, 'tis time to fmile 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 firikes. The clock upbraids me with the wafte of time.

* i. e. to one of your ready apprehenfion.

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Be not afraid, good youth, I will not have you ;
And yet when wit and youth are come to harvest,
Your wife is like to reap a proper man:
There lies your way, due weft.

Vio. Then weftward hoe :

Grace and good difpofition attend your Ladyfhip!
You'll nothing, Madam, to my Lord by me?

Oli. Stay; pr'ythee tell me, what thou think'st of me?
Vio. That you do think you are not what you are.
Oli. If I think fo, I think the fame of you.

Vio. Then think you right: I am not what I am.
Oli. I would you were as I would have you be!
Vio. Would it be better, Madam, than I am?
I wish it might, for now I am your fool.

Oli. O, what a deal of fcorn looks beautiful

In the contempt and anger of his lip!

A murd'rous guilt fhews not itself more foon,

Than love that would feem hid: love's night is noon.
Cefario, by the rofes of the fpring,

By maid-hood, honour, truth, and every thing,
I love thee fo, that, maugre all thy pride,
Nor wit, nor reafon, can my paffion hide.
Do not extort thy reafons from this claufe,
For that I woo, thou therefore haft no cause :
But rather reason thus with reason fetter;
Love fought is good, but given unfought is better.
Vio. By innocence I fwear, and by my youth,
I have one heart, one bofom, and one truth,
And that no woman has; nor never noue
Shall miftrefs be of it, fave I alone.
And fo adieu, good Madam; never more
Will I my master's tears to you deplore.

Oli. Yet come again; for thou, perhaps, may'ft

move

That heart, which now abhors, to like his love.

SCENE

IV.

[Exeunt.

Changes to an apartment in Olivia's houfe. Enter Sir Toby, Sir Andrew, and Fabian. Sir And. No, 'faith, I'll not ftay a jot longer.

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