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And water once a day her chamber round
With eye-offending brine: all this, to season
A brother's dead love, which she would keep
fresh,

Aud lasting, in her sad remembrance.

With this thy fair and outward character.
I pray thee, and I'll pay thee bounteously,
Conceal me what I am; and be my aid
For such disguise as, haply, shall become
The form of my intent. I'll serve this duke;

Duke. O she, that hath a heart of that fine Thou shalt present me as an eunuch to him,

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SCENE II.-The Sea Coast.

Enter VIOLA, CAPTAIN, and Sailors.
Vio. What country, friends, is this?
Cap. Illyria, lady.

Vio. And what should I do in Illyria?
My brother he is in Elysium.
Perchance, he is not drown'd :-What think you,
sailors ?

Cap. It is perchance, that you yourself were
saved.

Vio. O my poor brother! and so, perchance, may he be.

Cap. True, madam: and, to comfort you with
chance,

Assure yourself, after our ship did split,
When you, and that poor number saved with
you,

Hung on our driving boat, I saw your brother,
Most provident in peril, bind himself

(Courage and hope both teaching him the prac-
tice)

To a strong mast, that lived upon the sea;
Where, like Arion on the dolphin's back,
I saw him hold acquaintance with the waves,
So long as I could see.

Vio. For saying so, there's gold:
Mine owu escape unfoldeth to my hope,
Whereto thy speech serves for authority,

The like of him. Know'st thou this country?
Cap. Ay, Madam, well; for I was bred and
born,

Not three hours' travel from this very place.
Vio. Who governs here?

Cap. A noble duke, in nature,

As in bis name.

Vio. What is his name?

Cap. Orsino.

It may be worth thy pains; for I can sing,
And speak to him in many sorts of music,
That will allow me very worth his service.
What else may hap, to time I will commit;
Only shape thou thy silence to my wit.

Cap. Be you his eunuch, and your mute l'il
be:

When my tongue blabs, then let mine eyes not see!

Vio. I thank thee: Lead me on.

[Exeunt.

SCENE III-A Room in 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.

Mar. By 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 before excepted. Mar. Ay, but you must confine yourself within the modest limits of order.

Sir To. Confine? I'll confine myself no finer than I am: 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.

Sir To. Who? Sir Andrew Ague-cheek 1
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. Aye, but he'll have but a year in all these ducats; he's a very fool, and a prodigal.

Sir To. Fye, that you'll say so he plays o' the viol-de-gambo, and speaks three or four languages word for word without book, and hath all the good gifts of nature.

Mar. He hath, indeed,-almost natura!: for, 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

Vio. Orsino! I have heard my father name among the prudent, he would quickly have the

him:

He was a bachelor then.

Cap. And so is now,

Or was so very late for but a month

Ago I went from hence; and then 'twas fresh
In murmur; (as, you know, what great ones do,
The less will prattle of,) that he did seek
The love of fair Olivia.

Vio. What's she?

Cap. A virtuous maid the daughter of a count That died some twelvemonth since; then leaving ber

In the protection of his son, her brother,
Who shortly also died for whose dear love,
They say, she hath abjur'd the company
And sight of men.

Vio. O that I served that lady :

And might not be delivered to the world,

Till I had made mine own occasion mellow,
What my estate is.

Cap. That were hard to compass;
Because she will admit no kind of suit,

No, not the duke's.

Vio. There is a fair behaviour in thee, cap

tain;

And though that nature with a beauteous wall
Doth oft close in poilution, yet of thee

I wil believe, thou hast a mind that suits

gift of a grave.

Sir To. By this hand, they are scoundrels and substractors that say so of him. Who are they?

Mar. They that add moreover, he's drunk nightly in your company.

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: He's a coward and a coystril, that will not drink to my niece, till his brains turn o' the toe like a parish-top. What, wench? Castiliano vulgo; for here comes Sir Andrew Ague-face.

Enter Sir ANDREW AGUE-CHEEK.

Sir And. Sir Toby Belch! how now, Sir Toby Belch?

Sir To. Sweet Sir Andrew!

Sir And. Bless you, fair shrew.

Mar. And you too, Sir.

Sir To. Accost, Sir Andrew, accost.
Sir And. What's that?

Sir To. My niece's chamber-maid.

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Sir And. Good mistress Accost, I desire bet- | picture? why dost thou not go to church in a ter acquaintance.

Mur. My name is Mary, Sir.

Sir And. Good mistress Mary Accost,Sir To. You mistake, knight: accost, is, front her, board her, woo her, assail her.

Sir And. By my troth, I would not undertake her in this company. Is that the meaning of accost?

Mar. Fare you well, gentlemen.

Sir To. An thou let part so, Sir Andrew, 'would you might'st never draw sword again.

Sir And. An you part so, mistress, I would I might never draw sword again. Fair lady, do you think you have fools in hand?

Mar. Sir, I have not you by the hand.

Sir And. Marry, but you shall have; and here's my haud.

Mar. Now, Sir, thought is free: I pray you, bring your hand to the buttery-bar, and let it drink.

Sir And.

Wherefore

your metaphor ?

Mar. It's dry, Sir?

sweet heart? what's

Sir And. Why, I think so; I am not such an ass, but I can keep my hand dry. But what's your jest?

Mar. A dry jest, Sir.

Sir And. Are you full of them?

Mar. Ay, Sir; I have them at my fingers' ends: marry, now I let go your hand, I am [Exit MARIA. Sir To. O knight, thou lack'st a cup of canary: When did I see thee so put down?

barren.

Sir And. Never in your life, I think; unless you see canary put me down: Methinks, sometimes I have no more wit than a Christian, or an ordinary man has: but I am a great eater of beef, and I believe that does harm to my

wit.

Sir To. No question.

Sir And. Au I thought that, I'd forswear it. I'll ride home to-morrow, Sir Toby.

Sir To. Pourquoy, my dear knight?

Sir And. What is pourquoy? do or not do? I would I had bestowed that time in the tongues,

galliard, and come home in a coranto? My very walk should be a jig; I would not so much as inake water, but in a sink-a-pace. + What dost thou mean? is it a world to hide virtues in? I did think by the excellent constitution of thy leg, it was formed under the star of a galliard.

Sir And. Ay, 'tis strong, and it does indiffe. rent well in a flame-coloured stock. Shall we set about some revels?

Sir To. What shall we do else? were we not born under Taurus ?

Let

Sir And. Taurus? that's sides and heart. Sir To. No, Sir; it is legs and thighs. me see thee caper: ha! higher: ha, ha!-excellent! [Exeunt.

SCENE IV.-A Room in the DUKE'N
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.

Vio. You either fear his humour, or my neg ligence, that von call in question the continuance of his love: Is he inconstant, Sir, in his favours f

Val. No, believe me.

Enter DUKE, CURIO, and Attendants. Vio. I thank you. Here comes the count. Duke. Who saw Cesario, ho?

Vio. On your attendance, my lord; here. Thou know'st no less but all; I have unclasp'd Duke. Stand you awhile aleof.-Cesario, To thee the book even of my secret soul: Therefore, good youth, address thy gait unto

her;

Be not denied access, stand at her doors,
And tell them, there thy fixed foot shall grow,
Till thon have audience.

Vio. Sure, my noble lord,

that I have in fencing, dancing, and bear-bait-If she be so abandon'd to her sorrow ing: Oh! had 1 but followed the arts!

Sir To. Then had'st thou had an excellent head

of hair?

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Sir To. Past question; for thou seest it will not curl by nature.

Sir And. But it becomes me well enough, does't not?

Sir To. Excellent; it hangs like flax on a distaff; and I hope to see a housewife take thee between her legs and spin it off.

Sir And. '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, wooes her.

Sir To. She'll none o' the count; she'll not match above her degree, neither in estate, years, nor wit; I have heard her swear it. Tut, there's life in't, man.

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 kick-shaws,

knight?

Sir And. As any man in Illyria, whatsoever he be, under the degree of my betters; and yet I will not compare with an old man.

Sir To. What is thy excellence in a galliard, knight?

Sir And. 'Faith, I can cut a caper.
Sir To. And I can cut the mutton to't.

Sir And. And, I think, I have the back-trick, simply as strong as any man in Hyria.

As it is spoke, she never will admit me.

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

Vio. Say, I do speak with her, my lord; What then?

Duke. Oh! then unfold the passion of my love,
shall become thee well to act iny woes;
Surprise her with discourse of my dear faith:
Than in a nuncio of more grave aspect.
She will attend it better in thy youth,

Vio. I think not so, my lord.
Duke. Dear lad, believe it;

For they shall yet belie thy happy years
Is not more smooth and rubions; thy small pipe
That say, thou art a man: Diana's lip
Is as the maiden's organ, shrill and sound,
I know thy constellation is right apt
And all is semblative a woman's part.
For this affair :-Some four or five attend him;
All, if you will; for I myself am best,
And thou shalt live as freely as thy lord,
When least in company :--Prosper well in this,

To call his fortunes thine.

Vio. I'll do my best,

To woo your lady: yet, [Aside.] a barful & strife! Whoe'er I woo, myself would be his wife.

[Exeunt.

SCENE V-A Room in OLIVIA'S House.

Enter MARIA and CLOWN. Mar. Nay, either tell me where thou hast

been, or I will not open my lips, so wide as a

Alluding to the infamous Mary Frith, commonly called Mall Cut-Purse. See Grainger's Biog. Hist. + Cinque-pace, the name of a dance. : Go thy Full of impediment.

Sir To. Wherefore are these things hid? wherefore have these gifts a curtain before them? are they like to take dust, like mistress Mall's way.

bristle may enter, in way of thy excuse my lady will hang thee for thy absence.

Clo. Let her bang me he that is well hanged in this world, needs to fear no colours. Mar. Make that good.

Clo. He shall see none to fear.

Mar. A good lenten answer: I can tell thee where that saying was boru, of, I fear no colours.

Clo. Where, good mistress Mary?

Mar. In the wars; and that may you be bold to say in your foolery.

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

Mur. Yet you will be hanged, for being so long absent: or, to be turned away; is not that as good as hanging to you?

Clo. Many a good hanging prevents a bad marriage; and, for turning away, let summer

bear it out.

Mar. You are resolute then?

Clo. Not so, neither; but I am resolved on two points.

Mar. That, if one break the other will hold; or, if both break, your gaskins fall.

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 of that; here comes my lady: make your excuse wisely, you were best. [Exit.

Enter OLIVIA and MALVOLIO.

Clo. Wit, and'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: For what says Quinapalus? Better a witty fool, thau 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, you're a dry fool; I'll no more of you besides, you grow dishonest.

Clo. Two faults, madonna, that drink and good counsel will amend: for give the dry fool drink, then is the fool not dry; bid the dishonest man mend himself; if he mend, he is no longer dishonest; if he cannot, let the botcher mend him: Any thing that's mended, is but patched virtue, that transgresses, is but patched with sin; and sin, that amends, is but patched with virtue: If that this simple syllogism will serve, so; if it will not, what remedy? As there is no true cuckold but calamity, so beauty's a flower-the lady bade thee take away the fool; therefore, I say again, take her away.

Oli. Sir, I bade them take away you. Clo. Misprison in the highest degree!-Lady, Cucullus non facit monachum; that's as much as to say, I wear not motly in my brain. Good madonna, give me leave to prove you a fool. Oli. Can you do it?

Clo. Dexterously, good madonna.
Oli. Make your proof.

Clo. I must catechize yon for it, madonna ;
Good my mouse of virtue, answer me.
Oli. Well, Sir, for want of other idleness, l'li
abide your proof.

Clo. Good madonna, why mourn'st thou ? Oli. Good fool, for my brother's death. Clo. I think, his soul is in hell, madonna. Oli. I know his soul is in heaven, fool. Clo. The more fool you, 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

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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; I saw 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 minister occasion to him, he is gagged. I protest, I take these wise men, that crow so at these set kind of fools, no better than the fools' zanies.*

Oli. O you are sick of self-love, Malvolio, and taste with a distempered appetite. To be generous, guiltless, and of free disposition, is to take those things for bird-bolts, + that you deem cannon-bullets: There is no slander in an allowed 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 leasing, t for thou speakest well of fools.

Re-enter MARIA.

gentleman, much desires to speak with you. Mar. Madam, there is at the gate a young Oli. From the count Orsino, 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 kinsman. Oli. Fetch him off, I pray you; he speaks nothing but madman: Fye on him! [Exit MARIA.] Go you, Malvolio; if it be a suit from the count, I am sick, or not at home, what you will, to dismiss it. [Exit MALVOLIO.] you see, Sir, how your fooling grows old, and people dislike it.

Now

Clo. Thou hast spoke for us, madonna, as if thy eldest son should be a fool: whose skull Jove cram with brains, for here he comes, oue of thy kin, has a most weak pia mater. ý

Enter Sir TOBY BELCH.

Oli. By mine honour, half drunk.-What is he at the gate, cousin ?

Sir To. A gentleman.

Oli. A gentleman? What gentleman ? these pickle herrings!-How now, sot? Sir To. 'Tis a gentleman here-A plague o' Clo. Good Sir Toby,

Oli. Cousin, cousin, how have you come so early by this lethargy?

Sir To. Lechery! I defy lechery: There's one at the gate.

Oli. Ay, marry; what is he? Sir To. Let him be the devil, care not: give me faith, say I.

one.

an he will, E Well, it's all [Exit.

Oli. What's a drunken man like, fool? Clo. Like a drown'd man, a fool, and a madman one draught above heat makes him a fool; the second mads him; and a third drowns him.

Oli. Go thou and seek the coroner, and let him sit o' my coz; for he's in the third degree of drink, he's drown'd go look after him.

Clo. He is but mad, yet madonna; and the fool shall look to the madman. [Exit CLOWN. Re-enter MALVOLIO.

Mal. Madam, yond' young fellow swears he

will speak with you. I told him you were sick;

be takes on him to understand so mach, and therefore comes to speak with you: I told him

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