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SCENE V.

Changes to the palace.

Enter Valentine, and Viola in man's attire.

Val. If the Duke continue thefe favours towards you, Cefario, you are like to be much advanc'd; he hath known you but three days, and already you are no ftranger.

Vio. You either fear his humour, or my negligence, that you call in question the continuance of his love. Is he inconftant, Sir, in his favours?

Val. No, believe me.

Enter Duke, Curio, and attendants.
Vio. I thank you. Here comes the Duke.
Duke. Who faw Cefario, hoa?

Vio. On your attendance, my Lord, here.
Duke. Stand you a while aloof.-Cefario,
Thou know'ft no lefs, but all: I have unclafp'd
To thee the book even of my fecret foul.
Therefore, good youth, addrefs thy gate unto her;
Be not deny'd accefs; ftand at her doors,
And tell them, there thy fixed foot fhall grow,
Till thou have audience.

Vio. Sure, my Noble Lord,

If fhe be fo abandon'd to her forrow

As it is fpoke, fhe never will admit me.

Duke. Be clamorous, and leap all civil bounds, Rather than make unprofited return.

Vio. Say, I do fpeak with her, my Lord; what then?
Duke. O, then, unfold the paffion of my love;

Surprise her with difcourfe of my dear faith;
It shall become thee well to act my woes;

She will attend it better in thy youth,
Than in a nuncio of more grave afpect.
Vio. I think not fo, my Lord.
Duke. Dear lad, believe it:

For they fhall yet belye thy happy years,
That fay thou art a man: Diana's lip

Is not more fmooth and rubious; thy fmall pipe
Is as the maiden's organ, fhrill, and found,

And all is femblative a woman's part.

I know thy conftellation is right apt

For this affair: fome four or five attend him;
All, if you will; for I myself am best

When leaft in company. Profper well in this,
And thou fhalt live as freely as thy Lord,
To call his fortunes thine.

Vio. I'll do my best

To woo your Lady; yet a barful ftrife!
Whoe'er I woo, myself would be his wife.

SCENE

[Exeunt.

VI. Changes to Olivia's houfe.
Enter Maria and Clown.

Mar. Nay, either tell me where thou haft been, or I will not open my lips fo wide as a bristle may enter in way of thy excufe; my Lady will hang thee for thy

abfence.

Clo. Let her hang me; he that is well hang'd in this world, needs fear no colours.

Mar. Make that good.

Clo. He fhall fee none to fear.

Mar. A good lenten answer. I can tell thee where that faying was born, of I fear no colours.

Clo. Where, good Miftrefs Mary?

Mar. In the wars; and that may you be bold to fay

in your foolery.

Clo. Well, God give them wifdom that have it; those that are fools, let them use their talents.

and

Mar. Yet you will be hang'd for being fo long abfent, or be turn'd away; is not that as good as a hanging to you ?

Clo. Marry, a good hanging prevents a bad marriage; and for turning away, let fummer bear it out.

Mar. You are refolute, then?

Clo. Not fo neither; but I am refolv'd on two points. Mar. That if one break, the other will hold

both break, your gaskins fall.

; or if

Clo. Apt, in good faith; very apt well, go thy way; if Sir Toby would leave drinking, thou wert as witty a piece of Eve's flesh as any in Illyria.

Mar. Peace, you rogue, no more o' that. Here comes my Lady; make your excufe wifely, you were best.

SCENE.

VII.

[Exit.

Enter Olivia, and Malvolio.

Clo. Wit, and 't be thy will, put me into a good fooling! Those wits that think they have thee, do very oft prove fools; and I that am fure I lack thee, may pafs for a wife man. For what fays Quinapalus? Better be a witty fool than a foolish wit. God bless thee, Lady!

Oli. Take the fool away.

Clo. Do you not hear, fellows? take away the Lady. Oli. Go to, y' are a dry fool; I'll no more of you; befides, you grow dishonest.

Clo. Two faults, Madona, that drink and good counfel will amend; for give the dry fool drink, then is the fool not dry. Bid the dishoneft man mend himself; if he mend, he is no longer difhoneft; if he cannot, let the botcher mend him. Any thing that's mended, is but patch'd; virtue that tranfgreffes, is but patch'd with fin; and fin that amends, is but patch'd with virtue. If that this fimple fyllogifm will ferve, fo; if it will not, what remedy? as there is no true cuckold but calamity, fo beauty's a flower: the Lady bade take away the fool; therefore I fay again, take her away.

Oli. Sir, I bade them take away you.

Glo. Mifprifion in the highest degree.-Lady, Cucullus non facit monachum; that's as much as to fay, I wear not motley in my brain. Good Madona, give me leave to prove you a fool,

Oli. Can you do it?

Clo. Dexterously, good Madona.

Oli. Make your proof.

Clo. I muft catechife you for it, Madona; good my moufe of virtue, answer me.

Oli. Well, Sir, for want of other idleness, I'll bide your proof.

Clo. Good Madona, why mourn'ft thou?
Oli. Good fool, for my brother's death.
Clo. I think his foul is in hell, Madona.
Oli. I know his foul is in heav'n, fool.

Clo. The more fool you, Madona, to mourn for your brother's foul being in heav'n. Take away the fool, Gentlemen.

Oli. What think you of this fool, Malvolio? doth he not mend?

Mal. Yes, and fhall do, till the pangs of death fhake him. Infirmity, that decays the wife, doth ever

make better the fool.

Clo. God fend you, Sir, a fpeedy infirmity, for the better increasing your folly! Sir Toby will be fworn that I am no fox; but he will not pass his word for two pence that you are no fool.

Oli. How fay you to that, Malvolio?

Mal. I marvel your Ladyfhip takes delight in such a barren rafcal. I faw him put down the other day with an ordinary fool, that has no more brain than a stone, Look you now, he's out of his guard already; unless you laugh and minifter occafion to him, he is gagg'd. I proteft, I take these wife men that crow fo at these fet kind of fools, no better than the fools' Zanies.

Oli. O, you are fick of felf-love, Malvolio, and tafte with a diftemper'd appetite. To be generous, guiltlefs, and of free difpofition, is to take thofe things for bird-bolts that you deem cannon-bullets: there is no flander in an allow'd fool, though he do nothing but rail; nor no railing in a known discreet man, though he do nothing but reprove.

Clo. Now, Mercury endue thee with pleafing, for thou speak'ft well of fools!

Enter Maria.

Mar. Madam, there is at the gate a young gentleman much defires to speak with you.

Oli. From the Count Orfino, is it?

Mar. I know not, Madam; 'tis a fair young man, and well attended.

Oli. Who of my people hold him in delay ?

Mar. Sir Toby, Madam, your uncle.

Oli. Fetch him off, I pray you; he fpeaks nothing but madman: fie on him! Go you, Malvolio; if it be a fuit from the Count, I am fick, or not at home : what you will, to difmifs it. [Exit Malvolio.] Now,

you fee, Sir, how your fooling grows old, and people diflike it.

Clo. Thou haft spoke for us, Madona, as if thy eldest fon fhould be a fool: whofe fcull Jove cram with brains, for here comes one of thy kin has a most weak pia mater!

SCENE

VIII. Enter Sir Toby.

Oli. By mine honour, half drunk.

the gate, uncle ?

Sir To. A gentleman.

Oli. A gentleman? what gentleman?

What is he at

Sir To. 'Tis a gentleman-heir,-A plague o' these pickle herring! how now, fot?

Clo. Good Sir Toby,

Oli. Uncle, uncle, how have you come fo early by this lethargy?

Sir To. Letchery! I defy letchery. There's one at the gate.

Oli. Ay, marry, what is he?

Sir To. Let him be the devil an he will, I care not: give me faith, fay I. Well, it's all one.

Oli, What's a drunken man like, fool?

[Exit.

Clo. Like a drown'd man, a fool, and a madman : one draught above heat makes him a fool, the fecond mads him, and a third drowns him.

Oli. Go thou and feek the coroner, and let him fit o' my uncle; for he's in the third degree of drink; he's drown'd: : go, look after him.

Clo. He is but mad-yet, Madona, and the fool shall look to the madman. [Exit Clown.

Enter Malvolio.

Mal. Madam, yond young fellow fwears he will speak with you. I told him you were fick; he takes on him to understand fo much, and therefore comes to fpeak with you. I told him you were afleep; he feems to have a foreknowledge of that too, and therefore comes to fpeak with you. What is to be faid to him, Lady he's fortified against any denial.

Oli. Tell him he fhall not speak with me.

Mal. He has been told fo; and he fays, he'll ftand

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