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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 Duke's serving-man, than ever she bestow'd on me, I saw 't i' th' 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 to-

wards 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-jurymen since be-, fore Noah was a sailor.

Fab. She did shew 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 with some excellent jests fire-new from the mint; you should have bang’d the youth into dumbness. This was look'd for at your hand, and this was baulk'd. The double gilt of this opportunity you let time wash off, “ and you are

now fail'd 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 foine laudable attempt, either of valour or policy.

Sir And. An'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 Duke's youth to fight with him; hurt him in eleven places; my niece Tall take note of it; and assure thyself, there is no love-broker in the world can more prevail in man's commendation with woman than report of valour.

Fab. There is no way but this, Sir Andrew.

Sir And. Will either of you bear me a challenge to him ?

Sir To Go, write in a martial hand ; be curft and brief: it is no matter how witty, so it be eloquent, and full of invention, taunt him with the licence of inki VOL. III.


if thou thou's him some thrice, it shall not be amiss

S; and as many lyes as will lie' in thy sheet of paper, although the Meet were big enough for the bed of Ware in England; set 'em down, go about it. Let there be gall enough in thy ink, tho thou write with a goofepen, no matter : about it.

Sir And. Where shall I find you?
Sir To. We'll call thee at the Cubiculo : go.

[Exit Sir Andrew. S CE N E V.: Fab. This is a dear manikin 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


'11 not deliver 't.

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 open’d, and you find so much blood in his liver as will clog the foot of a flea, I'll eat the rest of th’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


Mar. If you desire the spleen, and will laugh yourselves into ftitches, follow me: yond gull Malvolio is turned Heathen, a very renegado; for there is no Christian, that means to be fav'd by believing rightly, can ever believe such imposible passages of grossness. He's in yellow stockings.

Sir . And cross-garter'd ?

Mar. Most villanously; like a pedant that keeps & school i' tho church: I have dogg'd him, like his murtherer. He does obey every point of the letter that I

* The wren is remakable for laying many eggs at a time, nine or ten, and sometimes more: and as she is the smallest of birds, the last of fo large a brood may be fupposed to be little indeed, which as the image intended here to be given of Maria.

dropt to betray him; he does smile his face into more
lines than is in the new map, with the augmentation of
the Indies; you have not seen such a thing, as 'tis; I
can hardly forbear hurling things at him. I know, my
Lady will strike him; if the do, he'll smile, and take't
for a great favour.
Sir To. Come, bring us, bring us where he is.


SCENE VI. Changes to the street.

Enter Sebastian, and Anthonio.
Seb. I would not by my will have troubled you.
But since you make your pleasure of your pains,
I will no further chide you.
Ant. I could not stay behind you; my

(More sharp than filed steel) did fpur me forth;
And not all love to see you, (tho’ so much
As might have drawn one to a longer voyage),
But jealousy what might befal your travel,
Being skilless in these parts; which to a stranger,
Unguided and unfriended, often prove
Rough and unhospitable. My willing love,
The rather by these arguments of fear,
Set forth in your pursuit.

Seb. My kind Anthonio,
I can no other answer make, but thanks,
And thanks, and ever thanks; and oft good turns
Are shuffled off with such uncurrent pay;
But were my worth, as is my conscience, firm,
You should find better dealing. What's to do?
Shall we go see the relics * of this town?
Ant. To-morrow, Sir; best, firit, go see your lod,

Seb. I am not weary, and ’tis long to night;
I pray you, let us satisfy our eyes
With the memorials, and the things of fame,
That do renown this city.

Ant. Would you'd pardon me:
I do not without danger walk these streets.
Once, in a fea-fight 'gainst the Duke his gallies,

* Relics, for curiofities,

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I did some service, of such note, indeed,
That were I ta'en here, it would scarce be answer'd.

Seb. Belike you slew grcat number of his people.

Ant. Th’offence is not of such a bloody nature,
Albeit the quality of the time and quarrel
Might well have given us bloody argument:
It might have since been answer'd in repaying
What we took from them, which, for traffic's fake,
Most of our city did. Only myself stood out;
For which, if I be lapsed in this place,
I shall


Seb. Do not then walk too open.

Ant. It doth not fit me. Hold, Sir, here's my purse,
In the south suburbs at the Elephant
Is best to lodge : I will bespeak our diet,
Whiles you beguile your time, and feed your knowledge
With viewing of the town; there shall you

have me. Seb. Why I your purse ?

Ant. Haply your eye shall light upon fome toy
You have desire to purchase; and your store,
I think, is not for idle markets, Sir.

Seb. I'll be your purse-bearer, and leave you for
An hour.

Ant. To th’ Elephant,
Seb. I do remember.


SCENE VII. Changes to Olivia's house.

Enter Olivia, and Maria.
Oli. I have sent after him; he says he'll come;
How shall I feast him ? what bestow on him ?
For youth is bought more oft than begg'd or bor-

I speak too loud.
Where is Malvolio ? he is fad and civil,
And suits well for a fervant with


fortunes. Where is Malvolio? Mar. He's coming, Madam; but in very strange

He is sure possess’d, Madam.

Oli. Why, what's the matter, does he rave?
Mar. No, Madam, he does nothing but smile ; your

Ladyship were best to have some guard about you, if he
come; for sure 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'st thou? I sent for thee upun a sad occafion.

Mal. Sad, Lady? I could be fad; this does make fome obstruction 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 sonnet is: Please 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 shall be executed. I think we do know that sweet 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 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.
Oli. What meanest thou by that, Malvolio?
Mal. Some are born great
Oli. Ha ?
Mal. Some atchieve greatness-
Oli. What fay'st thou?
Mal. And fome liave greatness thrust upon

themOli. Heav'n restore thee !

Mal. Remember, who commended tliy yellow stock ings.

Oli. Thy yellow stockings?
Mal. And with'd to see thee cross-garter'da

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