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hght with him ; hurt him in eleven places; my niece Thall 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 in him?

Sir To. Go, write in a martial hand; be curst and brief: it is no matter how witty, so it be eloquent, and full of invention ; (13) taunt him with the licence of ink; if thou thou's him some thrice, it mall not be amiss; and as many lyes as will lie in thy sheet of paper, although the sheet were big enough for the bed of Ware in England; set 'em down, go about it. Let there be gali enough in thy ink, tho' thou write with a goose-pen, no matter : about it, Sir And. Where shall I find

you

? Sir To. We'll call thee at the Cubiculo : go.

[Exit Sir Andrew, Fab. This is a dear manikin to you, Sir Toby.

Sir To. I have been dear to him, lad, some two thoutand ftrong or so.

(13) Taunt him with tbe licence of ink; if thou thou'll bim fime abrice,] There is no doubt, I think, but this paffage is one of thote, in which our author intended to Thew bis respect for Sir Walter Rateigh, and a detestation of the virulence of his prosecutors. The words quoted, seem to me directly levell’d at the Attorney General Coke, who in the trial of Sir Walter, attack'd him with all the following indecent expressions. -"All that he did was by tky inft:“ gation, tbou vipour; for I thou thee, thou traytor !" (Here, by the way, are the Poet's three thou's.) “ You are an odious mano * Is he base? I return it into thy throat, on his behalf.”. " damnable atheist!”' “ Thou art a monster; thou hast an English face, but a Spanish heart.”

Thou haf a Sparf « heart, and thyself art a spider of hell." " Go to, I will " lay thee on thy back for the confident'it traytor that ever came at

a bar,'' &c. Is not here all the licence of tongue, which the Poet satyrically prescribes to Sir Andrea's ink? And how mean an opinion Shakespeare had of these petulant invectives, is pretty evident from his close of this speech ; Let there be gall enough in iby ink, tho? tbou write it with a goose-pen, no matter. ---- A keener lah at the Attorney for a fool, than all the contumelies the Atto: ney threy at the prisorier as a suppos’d traytor ! G 2

Faé.

Fab. We shall have a rare letter from him; but you'll not deliver't.

Sir To. Never trust me then; and by all means ftir 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 Hea, I'll eat the rest of th' anatomy.

Fab. And his oppofite, the youth, bears in his vi{age no great presage of cruelty.

Enter Maria. Sir To. Look, where the youngest wren of nine comes.

Mar. If you desire the spleen, and will laugh yourselves into stitches, follow me ; yond gull Malvolio is turned heathen, a very Renegado! for there is no Christian, that means to be fay'd by believing rightly, can ever believe such impoffible passages of grofsness. He's in yellow stockings.

Sir To. And cross-garter'd ?

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

[Exeunt. SCENE 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 desire, (More Tharp than filed steel,) did fpur me forth;

And

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 un hospitable. My willing love,
The rather by these arguments of fear,
Set forth in your pursuit.

Seb. My kind Anthonio,
(14) I can no other answer make, but thanks ;
And thanks, and ever thanks; and oft good turns
Are fuffed off with such uncurrent pay ;
But were my worth, as is my conscience, firm,
You Mould find better dealing : what's to do ?
Shall we go see the relicks of this town?

Ant. Tomorrow, Sir; beft, first, go see your lodging,

Seb. I am not weary, and ’ris 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 sea-fight 'gainst the Duke his gallies,
I did some service, of such note, indeed,
That were I ta’en here, it would scarce be answer'd,

Seb. Belike, you sew great number of his people. (14) I can no other answer make but thanks,

And ibanks: and ever-oft good turns

Are shuffled off with sucb uncurrent pay;) It must be obvious to every reader, who has the least knowledge in verfification, that the second line is too short by a whole foot; however the editors have indolently passed it over without suspicion. Then, who ever heard of this goodly double adverb, ever-oft, which seems to have as much propriety as, always-sometimes? As I have restor’d the pallage, it is very much in our author's manner, and mode of expression. So, in Cymbeline;

Since when I have been dubtor to you for courtefies, which
I will be ever to pay, and yet pay fill.
And in All's well, tbat Ends well.

And let me buy your friendly help thus far,
Which I will over. pay, and pay again
When I have found it.

Art.

G 3

Ant. Th' offence is not of fach a bloody nature, Albeit the quality of the time and quarrel Might well have given us bloody argument : It might have fince been answerd in repaying What we took from them, which, for traffick's sake, Most of our city did. Only myself stood out; For which, if I be lapsed in this place, I hall

pay

dear. 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 the time, and feed your knowledge With viewing of the town; there fhall you have me.

Seb. Why I your purse?

Art. Haply, your eye shall light upon some 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.

[Exeunt.

SCENE changes to Olivia's Houfe.

Enter Olivia, and Maria. Oli. (15)

Have fent after him; fay, he will come;

How shall I feast him what bestow on him? For youth is bought more oft, than begg'd or borrow'd. I speak too loud.

Where

(15) I

(15) I bave sent after bim; he says he'll come.) But who did he fay co to? Or from whom could my Lady have any fuch intelligence ? Her servant, employed upon this errand, was not yet returned; and, when he does return, he brings word, that the youth would hardly be intreated back. lam persuaded, he was intended rather to be in suspense, and deliberating with herself: putting the supposition that he would come ; and alking herself, in that case, how the should entertain him. I imagine therefore the Poet wrote ; Say, he will come ;

So

Where is Malvolio ? he is sad and civil,
And suits well for a servant with my fortunes.
Where is Malvolio?

Mar.He's coming, Madam: but in very strange manner. He is sure pofseft, Madam.

Oli. Why, what's the matter, does he rave ?

Mar. No, Madam, he does nothing but smile ; your
Lady ship were best to have some guard about you, if
he come; for, sure, the man is tainted in's wits.
Oli. Go call him hither.

Enter Malvolio.
I'm as mad as he,
If sad and merry madness equal be.
How now, Malvolio?

Mal. Sweet Lady, ha, ha. Smiles fantastically.
Oli. Smil'st thou? I sent for thee upon a lad occasion.

Mal. Sad, Lady? I could be sad; this does make fome obstruction in the blood; this cross-gartering; but what of that? if it please the eye of one, it is with me as the very true funnet is : Please one, and please all.

Oli. Why? how dost thou, man i what is the mat. ter with thee?

Mal. Not black in my mind, tho' yellow in my legs : it did come to his hands, and commands thall 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, Mal-volio?

Mal. At your request ?
Yes, nightingales answer daws!

So Viola, before, in this play;

Say, I do Speak with her, my Lord; what then? So, Petruchio in the Taming of the brew;

Say, that the rail; why, then l'ú tell her plain, er And in numberless other passages.

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