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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 have greatness thrust upon them-
Oli. Heav'n restore thee!

Mal. Remember, who commended thy yellow stockings

Oli. Thy yellow stockings ?
Mal. And wilh'd to see thee cross-garter’d.
Oli. Cross-garter'd ?
Mal. Go to, thou art made, if thou defireft to be focus
Oli. Am I made?
Mal. If not, let me see thee a fervant ftill.
Oli. Why, this is very midsummer madness.

Enter Servant..
Ser. Madam, the young gentleman of the Duke Or.
fino's is return'd, I could hardly entreat him back; he
attends your Ladyship's pleasure.

Oli.- I'll come to him.' Good Maria, let this fellow be look”d to. Where's my uncle Toby ? let fome of my people have a special 'care of him; I would not have him miscarry for the half of my dowry. [Exit.

Mal. Oh, ho! do you come near me now? no worfe man than Sir Toby to look to me! this concurs directly with the letter; the fends him on purpose that I

may appear itubborn to him ; for the incites me to that in the letter. Caft thy humble flough, says she ;be opposite with a kinsman,-surly with servants, let thy tongue tang with arguments of state,-put thyself into the trick of fingularity ;--and consequently fets down the manner how; as a fad face, a reverend carriage, a flow tongue, in the habit of some Sir of note, and so forth. I have lim'd her, but it is Jove's



doing, and Jove make me thankful! and when ne went away now, let this fellow be look'd to: Fellow! not Malvolio, nor after my degree, but fellow. Why, every thing adheres together, that no dram of a scruple, no scruple of a fcruple, no obstacle, no incredulous or unsafe circumstance - what can be said ? Nothing, that can be, can come between me and the full prospect of my hopes. Well; Jove, not I, is the doer of this, and he is to be thanked.

Enter Sir Toby, Fabian and Maria. Sir To. Which way is he, in the name of sanctity ? if all the devils in hell be drawn in little, and legion himself pofleft him, yet I'll speak to him.

Fab. Here he is, here he is ; how is't with you, Sir? how is’t with you, man?

Mal. Go off; I discard you ; let me enjoy my privacy : go

off. Mar. Lo, how hollow the fiend speaks within him! did not I tell you ? Sir Toby, my Lady prays you to have a care of him. Mal. Ah, ha! does she so?

Sir To. Go to, go to; peace, peace, we must deal gently with him ; let me alone. How do you, Malvolio ? how is't with you? what! man, defy the devil? consider, he's an enemy to mankind.

Mal. Do you know that you say?

Mar. La, you! if you speak ill of the devil, how he takes it at heart. — Pray God, he be not bewitch'd.

Fab. Carry his water to th' wise woman.

Mar. Marry, and it shall be done to-morrow morning if I live." My Lady would not lose him. for more than I'll say.

Mal. How now, mistress ?
Mar. O Lord ! -

Sir To. Pr’ythee, höld thy peace ; that is not the way: do you not see, you move him ? let me alone with him.

Fab. No way but gentleness, gently, gently ; the fiend is rough, and will not be roughly us'd.

What! man,

Sir To. Why, how now, my bawcock ? how doft thou, chuck ?

Mal. Sir?

Sir To. Ay, Biddy, come with me. 'tis not for gravity to play at cherry-pit with Satan. Hang him, foul collier.

Mar. Get him to say his prayers, good Sir Toby ; get him to pray.

Mal. My prayers, minx !

Mar. No, I warrant you, he will not hear of godlinefs.

Mal. Go hang yourselves all : you are idle shallow things; I am not of your element, you shall know more hereafter.

[Exit. Sir To. Is't poffible?

Fab. If this were play'd upon a stage now, I could condemn it as an improbable fi&tion.

Sir To. His very genius hath taken the infection of the device, man.

Mar. Nay, pursue him now, left the device take air, and taint.

Fab. Why, we fall make him mad, indeed.
Mar. The house will be the quieter.

Sir To. Come, we'll have him in a dark room and bound. My niece is already in the belief that he's mad; we may carry it thus for our pleasure and his

penance, 'till our very pastime, tired out of breath, prompt us to have mercy on him ; at which time we will bring the device to the bar, and crown thee for a finder of madmen ; but fee, but fee.

Enter Sir Andrew.
Fab. More matter for a May morning.

Sir And. Here's the challenge, read it: I warrant, there's vinegar and pepper in't.

Fab. Is't fo fawcy?
Sir And. Ay, is't? I warrant him : do but read.
Sir To. Give me.

[Sir Toby reads. Youth, whatsoever thou art, thou art but a fcurvy fellow. Fab. Good and valiant.

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Sir To. Wonder not, nor admire not in thy mind why I do call thee fo; for I will phew thee no reason for't,

Fab. A good note ; that keeps you from the blow of the law.

Sir To. Thou comoji to the Lady Olivia, and in my fight fue uses thee kindly ; but thcu liest in thy throat, that is not the matter I challenge thee for.

Fab. Very brief, and exceeding good sense-less.

Sir To. I will way-lay thee going home, where if it be thy chance to kill me

Fab. Good.
Sir To. Thou kill' A me like a rogue and a villain.

Fab. Still you keep o'th' windy side of the law : good.

Sir To. Fare thee well, and God have mercy upon one of our souls : be may have mercy upon mine, but my hope is better, and to look to thyself. Thy friend as thou useft him, and thy sworn enemy, Andrew Ague-cheek,

Sir To. If this letter move him not, his legs cannot: I'll give't him.

Mar. You may have very fit occafion for't : he is now in some commerce with my Lady, and will by and by depart.

Sir To. Go, Sir Andrew, fcout me for him at the corner of the orchard like a bum-bailiff; so soon as ever thou seeft him, draw; and, as thou draw'ft, swear horribly; for it comes to pass oft, that a terrible oath, with a swaggering accent sharply twang'd off, gives manhood more approbation than ever proof itself would have earn'd him. Away.

Sir And. Nay, let me alone for fwearing. [Exit.

Sir To. Now will not I deliver his letter; for the behaviour of the young gentleman gives him out to be of good capacity and breeding; his employment between his Lord and my niece confirms no less ; therefore this letter, being so excellently ignorant, will breed no terror in the youth; he will find that it comes from a clod-pole. But, Sir, I will deliver his challenc by word of mouth; fet upon Ague-cheek a notable report of valour; and drive the gentleman, (as, I know,

his youth will aptly receive it,) into a most hideous opinion of his rage, kill, fury, and impetuoufity. This will so fright them both, that they will kill one another by the look, like cockatrices,

Enter Olivia and Viola. Fab. Here he comes with your niece; give them way, 'till he take leave, and presently after him.

Sir To. I will meditate the while upon some horrid message for a challenge.

Oli. I've said too much unto a heart of stone,
And laid mine honour too unchary out.
There's something in me, that reproves my fault;
But such a head-strong potent fault it is,
That it but mocks reproof.

Vie. With the same 'haviour that your paffion bears,
Goes on my master's grief.

Oli. Here, wear this jewel for me, 'tis my pi&ure;
Refuse it not, it hath no tongue to vex you :
And, I beseech you, come again to-morrow.
What shall you ask of me that I'll deny,
That honour fav'd may upon aking give?

Vio. Nothing but this, your true love for my master.

Oli. How with mine honour may I give him that, Which I have given to you?

Vio. I will acquit you.

Oli. Well, come again to-morrow: fare thee well.
A fend, like thee, might bear my soul to hell. [Exit.

Enter Sir Toby and Fabian,
Sir To. Gentleman, God save thee.
Vio. And you, Sir.

Sir To. That defence thou hast, betake thee to't ; of
what nature the wrongs are thou hatt done him, I
know not; but thy intercepter, full of despite, bloody
as the hunter, attends thee at the Orchard-end; dil.
mount thy tuck, be yare in thy preparation, for thy
aifailant is quick, kilful, and deadly.
Vio. You mistake, Sir; I am sure no man hath any


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