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OR, WHAT YOU WILL.
ORSINO, Duke of Illyria.
gentleman at. Curio,
the Duke. SIR TOBY BELCH, uncle to
SIR ANDREW AGUECHEEK.
the sea-coast near it.
The DUKE's Palace.
Duke. If music be the food of love, play on;
Cur. Will you go hunt, my lord ?
What, Curio ?
10 Duke. Why, so I do, the noblest that I have. O, when mine eyes did see Olivia first, That instant was I turn'd into a hart; And my desires, like fell and cruel hounds, E’er since pursue me.
Val. So please my lord, I might not be admitted ;
But, like a cloistress, she will veiléd walk,
Duke. O, she that hath a heart of that fine frame
this debt of love but to a bròther, How will she love, when the rich golden shaft Hath kill'd the flock of all affections else.
Vio. And what should I do in Illyria ?
Cap. It is perchànce that you yourself were saved.
Cap. True, madam: and, to comfort you with chance,
Vio. For saying so, there's gold.
Cap. A noble duke, in nature as in name.
Vio Orsino! I have heard my father name him :
Cap. And so is now, or was so very late;
that he sought The love of fair Olivia.
Vio. What's she?
Cap. A virtuous maid, the daughter of a count
Vio. There is a fair behaviour in thee, captain;
Cap. Be you his servant, and your mute I'll be : When my tongue blabs, then let mine eyes not see. Vio. I thank thee : lead me on.
[Exeunt. OLIVIA's house. Enter SIR TOBY BELCH and MARIA. Sir To. What a plague means my niece, to take the death of her brother thus ? I am sure care's an enemy to life. 81
Mar. By my troth, Sir Toby, you must come in earlier o' nights: your cousin, my lady, takes great exceptions to your ill hours.
Sir To. Why, let her except: these clothes are good enough to drink in; and so be these boots too : an they be not, let them hang themselves in their own straps.
Mar. That quaffing and drinking will undo you. I heard my lady talk of it yesterday; and of a foolish knight that you brought in one night here to be her wooer.
90 Sir To. Who, Sir Andrew Aguecheek ? Mar. Ay, he. Sir To. He's as tall a man as any's in Illyria. Mar. What's that to the purpose ? Sir To. Why, he has three thousand ducats a year
Mar. Ay, but he'll have but a year in all these ducats. Besides that he's a fool, he's a great quarreller ; and but that he hath the gift of a coward to allay the gust he hath in quarrelling, 'tis thought among the prudent he would quickly have the gift of a grave. They add, moreover, he's drunk nightly in your company.
100 Sir To. With drinking healths to my niece: I'll drink to her as long as there is a passage in my throat and drink in Illyria. But here comes Sir Andrew.
Enter SIR ANDREW AGUECHEEK. Sir And. Sir Toby Belch ! how now, Sir Toby Belch! Faith, I'll home to-morrow, Sir Toby: your niece will not be seen; or if
she be, it's four to one she'll none of me: the count himself here hard by woos her.
Sir To. She'll uone o' the count. She'll not match above her degree, neither in estate, years, nor wit; I have heard her swear't. Tut, there's life in't, man.
110 Sir And. I'll stay a month longer. I am a fellow o’ the strangest mind i’ the world ; I delight in masques and revels sometimes altogether.
Sir To. Art thou good at these kickshawses, knight ?
Sir And. As any man in Illyria, whatsoever he be, under the degree of my betters. Shall we set about some revels ?
Sir To. What shall we do else? Were we not born under Taurus ? Let me see thee caper: ha! higher : ha, ha! excellent!
The DUKE's Palace. Enter VALENTINE, and Viola in man's attire. Val. If the duke continue these favours towards you, Cesario, you are like to be much advanced : he hath known you but three days, and already you are no stranger.
121 Vio. Is he inconstant in his favours ? Val. No, believe me. Vio. I thank you. Here comes the count.
Enter DUKE and Attendants.
Duke. Who saw Cesario, ho ?
Duke. Cesario, to thee I have unclasp'd
Sure, my noble lord,
Duke. Be clamorous, and leap all civil bounds.
Duke. O, then unfold the passion of my love,
Prosper in this,
Enter MARIA and CLOWN. Mar. Nay, either tell me where thou hast been, or I will not open my lips so wide as a bristle may enter in way of thy excuso : my lady will hang thee for thy absence.
Clo. Many a good hanging prevents a bad marriage. 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.
[Exit. 150 Clo. Wit, an't be thy will, put me into good fooling! Those wits, that think they have thee, do very oft prove fools; and I, that am sure I lack thee, may pass for a wise man.
Enter Lady OLIVIA with MALVOLIO.
Oli. Take the fool away.
Clo. The more fool, madonna, to mourn for your brother's soul being in heaven. Take away the fool, gentlemen.
Oli. What think you of this fool, Malvolio ? Doth he not mend ?
Mal. Yes, and shall do till the pangs of death shake him : infirmity, that decays the wise, doth ever make the better fool.
Clo. God send you, sir, a speedy infirmity, for the better increasing your folly ! Sir Toby will be sworn that I am no fox; but he will not pass his word for two pence that you are no fool.
Oli. How say you to that, Malvolio ?
Mal. I marvel your ladyship takes delight in such a barren rascal.
Oli. O, you are sick of self-love, Malvolio, and taste with a distemper'd appetite. There is no slander in an allow'd fool.
180 Mar. I know not, madam : 'tis a fair young man, and well attended.