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Sir To. Hold, Sir, or I'll throw your dagger o'er the house.

Clo. This will I tell my Lady straight. I would not be in some of your coats for two pence. [Exit Clown.

Sir To. Come on, Sir; hold. [Holding Sebastian.

Sir And. Nay, let him alone, I'll another work with him; I'll have an action of battery against him, if there be any law in Illyria; though I struck him first, yet it's no matter for that.

Seb. Let go thy hand.

Sir To. Come, Sir; I will not let you go. Come, my young foldier, put up your iron; you are well Aesh'd : come on. Seb. I will be free from thee. What wouldst thou

now? If thou dar'ít tempt me further, draw thy sword.

Sir To. What, what? nay, then, I must have an ounce or two of this malapert blood from you.

[They draw and fight. SCENE II. Enter Olivia. Oli. Hold, Toby; on thy life, I charge thee, hold. Sir To. Madam?

Oli. Will it be ever thus ? ungracious wretch, Fit for the mountains and the barbarous caves, Where manners ne'er were preach’d: out of my sight! Be not offended, dear Cefario: Ruderby, be gone! I priythee, gentle friend,

[Exeunt Sir Toby, and Sir Andrew.
Let thy fair wisdom, not thy passion, sway
In this uncivil and unjust extent
Against thy peace. Go with me to my house,
And hear thou there, how many

fruitless pranks
This ruffian hath botch'd up *, that thou thereby
May'st smile at this : thou shalt not chuse but go :
Do not deny; beshrew his soul for me,
He started one poor heart of mine in thee.

Seb. What relish is in this ? how runs the stream?
Or I am mad, or else this is a dream.
Let fancy still my sense in Lethe steep,
If it be thus to dream, still let me Neep.

* 1. 6. swelled and inflamed; a botch being a swelling or abfcefs.

Oli. Nay, come, I pray : 'would thou ’dst be rul'd

by me. Seb. Madam, I will. Oli. O, say so, and so be!

[Exeunt.

SCENE III. An apartment in Olivia's house.

Enter Maria, and Clown. Mar. Nay, I pr’ythee, put on this gown, and this beard ; make him believe thou art Sir Topas the curate ; do it quickly. I'll call Sir Toby the whilst.

[Exit Maria. Clo. Well, I'll put it on, and I will dissemble myself in 't; and I would I were the first that ever dissembled in such a gown. I am not tall enough to become the function well, nor lean enough to be thought a good student; but to be said an honest man, and a good housekeeper, goes as fairly, as to say, a graceful man and a great fcholar. The competitors enter.

Enter Sir Toby and Maria.. Sir To. Jove bless thee, Mr Parson. Clo. Bonos dies, Sir Toby; “ for as the old hermit of

Prague, that never saw pen and ink, very wittily said " to a niece of King Gorboduck, that that is, is; fo “ I being Mr Parson, am Mr Parson; for what is that,, 66 but that ? and is, but is?”

Sir To. To him, Sir Topas.
Cl.. What, hoa, I say,--peace in this prison !
Sir To. The knave counterfeits well; a good knave.

(Malvolio within. Mal. Who calls there?

Clo. Sir Topas the curate, who comes to visit Malvolio the lunatic..

[This, and what follows from the Clown, in a coun

terfeit voice.] Mal. Sir Topas, Sir Topas, good Sir Topas, go to

my Lady.

Clo. Out, hyperbolical fiend, how vexest thou this

man ?

Talkest thou of nothing but ladies?

Sir To. Well said, Master Parson.

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Mal. Sir Topas, never was man thus wrong'd; good Sir Topas, do not think I am mad; they have laid me here in hideous darkness.

Clo. Fie, thou dishonest Sathan; I call thee by the most modest terms; for I am one of those gentle ones, that will use the devil himself with courtesy: say'st thou that house is dark ?

Mal. As hell, Sir Topas.

Clo. Why, it hath bay windows transparent as barricadoes, and the clear stones towards the south-north are as luitrons as ebony"; and yet complainest thou of obitruction ?

Mal. I am not mad, Sir Topas; I say to you, this house is dark.

Clo. Madman, thou errest; I say, there is no darkness but ignorance; in which thou art more puzzled than the Egyptians in their fog.

Mal. I say, this house is as dark as ignorance, though ignorance were as dark as hell; and I say, there was never man thus abused; I am no more mad than you are, make the trial of it in any constant question.

Glo. What is the opinion of Pythagoras concerning wild-fowl ?

Mal. That the foul of our grandam might happily inbabit a bird.

Clo. What think’ít thou of his opinion ?

Mal. I think nobly of the soul, and no way approve of his opinion.

Clo. Fare thee well : remain thou still in darkness; thou shalt hold th'opinion of Pythagoras ere I wil} allow of thy wits; and fear to kill a woodcock, left thou difpoffeís the foul of thy grandam. Fare thee well,

Mal. Sir Topas, Sir Topa!
Sir To. My most exquisite Sir Topas !
Clo. Nav, I am for all waters *. [This in his own voice.

Dlar. Thou might'st have done this without thy beard and gown; he fees thee not.

Sir To. To him in thine own voice, and bring me word how thou find'st him: I would we were all rid of this knavery. If he may be conveniently deliver’d, I

* A phrase taken from the actor's ability of making the audience cry either with mirth or grief.

would he were; for I am now so far in offence with my niece, that I cannot pursue with any safety this sport to the upshot. Come by and by to my chamber.

[Exit with Maria. S CE N E IV. Clo. Hey Robin, jolly Robin, tell me how my Lady does.

[Singing.
Mal. Fool,
Clo. My Lady is unkind, perdie.
Mal. Fool,
Clo. Alas, why is the fo??
Mal. Fool, I say ;
Clo. She loves another -who calls, ha ?

Mal. Good fool, as ever thou wilt deserve well at my hand, help me to a candle, and pen, ink, and paper ; as I am a gentleman, I will live to be thankful to thee for't.

Clo. Mr Malvolio !
Mal. Ay, good fool.
Clo. Alas, Sir, how fell

you
besides

your

five wits? Mal. Fool, there, was never man so notoriously abus’d; I am as well in my wits, fool, as thou art.

Cío. But as well! then thou art mad, indeed, if you be no better in your wits than a fool.

Mal. They have here propertied me; keep me in darkness, send minifters to me, asses, and do all they can to face me out of wits. Clo. Advise

you what you say; the minister is here.Malvolio, Malvolio, thy wits the heav'ns restore; endeavour thyself to sleep, and leave thy vain bibble babble. [In a counterfeit voice.

Mal. Sir Topas,
Clo. Maintain no words with him, good fellow. [In

the counterfeit voice. Who, I, Sir ? not İ, Sir. God b'w'you, good Sir

Topas -[In his own voice. Marry, amen. [Counterfeit.]

[Counterfeit.] I will, Sir, I will. [In his own voice. Mal. Fool, fool, fool, I say.

Clo. Alas, Sir, be patient. What say you, Sir? I am fhent for speaking to you,

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Mal. Good fool, help me to some light, and some paper; I tell thee, I am as well in my wits, as any man in Illyria.

Clo. Well-a-day, that you were, Sir !
Mal. By this hand, I am.

Good fool, fome ink, paper,

and light; ‘and convey what I set down to my Lady: it shall advantage thee more than ever the bearing of letter did.

Clo. I will help you to 't. But tell me true, are you not mad, indeed, or do

you

but counterfeit?. Mal. Believe me I'am not: I tell thee true.

Clo. Nay, I'll ne'er believe a madman, till I see his brains. I will fetch you light, and paper, and ink.

Mal. Fool, I'll requite it in the highest degree.
I pr’ythee be gone.
Clo. I am gone, Sir, and

anon, Sir,

[Singing.
I'll be with you again
In a trice, like to the old vice,

Your need to sustain:
Who with dagger of lath, in his rage, and his wrath,

Cries, th, ha! to the devil:
Like a mad lad, pare thy nails, dad,
Adivu good man drivel.

[Exit.
S CE N E V.
Changes to another apartment in Olivia's house.

Enter Sebastian.
Seb. This is the air, that is the glorious fun n;
This pearl she gave me, I do feel’t and see 't.
And though 'tis wonder that enwraps me thus,
Yet 'tis not madness. Where's Antonio then?
I could not find him at the Elephant ;
Yet there he was, and there I found this credit *,
That he did range the town to seek me out.
His counsel' now might do me golden service ;-
For tho' my soul disputes well with my sense,
That this

may

be some error, but no madness; Yet doth this accident and flood of fortune So far exceed all instance, all discourse to

* Credit, for account, information.
Instance, for sense; discourse, for reason,

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