Not a flower, not a flower fweet, Not a friend, not a friend greet My poor corpfe, where my bones fhall be thrown: Sad true love never find my grave, Duke. There's for thy pains. Clo. No pains, fir; I take pleasure in finging, fir. Clo. Truly, fir, and pleafure will be paid, one time or other. Duke. Give me now leave to leave thee. Clo. Now, the melancholy god protect thee, and the taylor make thy doublet of changeable taffata, for thy mind is a very opal :-I would have men of fuch conftancy put to fea, that their business might be every thing, and their intent every where 2; for that's it, that always makes a good voyage of nothing.-Farewell. [Exit. [Exeunt. Duke. Let all the reft give place. Once more, Cefario, Get thee to yon fame fovereign cruelty: Can bide the beating of fo ftrong a paflion, Vio. Ay, but I know, Duke. What doit thou know? A precious stone of almost all colours. Vio. Too well what love women to men may owe: In faith, they are as true of heart as we. My father had a daughter lov'd a man, As it might be, perhaps, were I a woman, I fhould your lordship. Duke. And what's her hiftory? Vio. A blank, my lord: She never told her love, But let concealment, like a worm i' the bud, Feed on her damafk cheek: fhe pin'd in thought; And, with a green and yellow melancholy, She fat like Patience on a monument, Smiling at grief. Was not this love, indeed? We men may fay more, fwear more: but, indeed, Our shows are more than will; for ftill we prove Much in our vows, but little in our love. Duke. But dy'd thy fifter of her love, my boy? Tio. I am all the daughters of my father's house, And all the brothers too;-and yet I know not :Sir, thall I to this lady? Duke. Ay, that's the theme. To her in hafte; give her this jewel; fay, [Exeunt. Fab. I would exult, man: you know, he brought me out of favour with my lady, about a bear-baiting here. Sir To. To anger him, we'll have the bear again; and we will fool him black and blue: Shall we not, Sir Andrew ? Sir ind. An we do not, it is pity of our lives. Enter Maria. Sir To. Here comes the little villain :-How now, my nettle of India 4 ? Mar. Get you all three into the box-tree: Malvolio's coming down this walk; he has been yonder 'the fun, practising behaviour to his own fhadow, this half hour: obferve him, for the love of mockery; for, I know, this letter will make a contemplative ideot of him. Clofe, in the nanie of jetting! Lie thou there; for here comes the trout that must be caught with tickling. [They hide themselves. Maria throws down a letter, [Exit. and Enter Malvolio. Mal. 'Tis but fortune; all is fortune. Maria once told me, fhe did affect me; and I have heard herfelf come thus near, that, thould the fancy, it fhould be one of my complexion. Befides, the ufes me with a more exalted refpect, than any one elfe that follows her. What fhould I think on 't? 2 i. e. no where, as it hath no one more particular place in view than another. 3 Denay is denial. 4 Mr. Steevens obferves, that the old copy reads-"mettle of India; meaning, my girl of gold, my precious girl;" and thiş is probably the true meaning. Sir Sir To. Here's an over-weening rogue! Fab. O, peace! Contemplation makes a rare turkey-cock of him; how he jets under his advanc'd plames! I Sir And. 'Sligh, I could fo beat the rogue:- Mal. To be count Malvolio ;--- Sir To. Ah, rogue! Sir And. Piftol him, piftol him. Mal. There is example for 't; the lady of the Fab. O, peace! now he's deeply in; look, imagination blows him 3. how Mal. Having been three months married to her, fxting in my ftate,— Sir To. Oh peace and the fpirit of humours intimate reading aloud to him! Mal. By my life, this is my lady's hand: thefe he her very C's, her U's, and her Ts; and thus queftion, her hand. makes the her great P's. It is, in contempt of Sir And. Her C's, her U's, and her T's: Why that? Mal. "To the unknown belov'd, this, and my leave, wax.-Soft! and the impreffure her Lugood wishes:" her very phrafes!-By your crece, with which the ufes to feal: 'tis my lady: Sir To. O for a ftonc-bow 4, to hit him in the To whom should this be? eye! Mal. Calling my officers about me, in my branch'd velvet gown; having come from a daybed, where I have left Olivia fleeping. Si To. Fire and brimftone! Fab. O, peace, peace! : Mal. And then to have the humour of ftate and after a demure travel of regard,-telling them, I know my place, as I would they should do theirs,to ask for my kinfman Toby :-- Sir To. Bolts and thackles ! Fab. O, peace, peace, peace! now, now. Mal. Seven of my people, with an obedient start, make out for him: I frown the while; and, perchance, wind up my watch 5, or play with fome rich jewel. Toby approaches; curtfies there to me: Sir To. Shall this fellow live? Fab. Though our filence be drawn from us with cars, yet peace. Mal. I extend my hand to him thus, quenching my familiar fimile with an auftere regard of controul: Sir To. And does not Toby take you a blow o' the lips then? Mal. Saying, "Coulin Toby, my fortunes having caft me on your niece, give me this prerogative "of speech;" Sir To. What, what? Mal. "You must amend your drunkenness." Fab. Nay, patience, or we break the finews of our plot. Mal. "Befides, voy wafte the treasure of your "time with a foolish knight;" Sir And. That's me, I warrant you. Fab. This wins him, liver and all. 66 Lips do not move, "No man must know." numbers alter'd!" No man muft know :”—if "No man must know."- -What follows? the this thould be thee, Malvolio ? Sir To. Marry, hang thee, brock 8 ! Mal. "I may command, where I adore: Sir To. Excellent wench, fay I. Mal. "I may command where I adore." Why, the this is evident to any formal 11 capacity. There is may command me; I serve her, the is my lady. Why, fhould that alphabetical position portend? If I could no obftruction in this;-And the end ;-What make that refemble something in me,-Softly ;— M. O. A. I. Sir To. O, ay! make up that: he is now at a cold fcent. though it be as rank as a fox. gins my name. M-why, that be Fab. Did not I fay, he would work it out? the cur is excellent at faults. Mal. M,--But then there is no confonancy in puffs him up. Te jet is to strut. 2 Mr. Steevens propofes to read, we think happily, farchy; i. e. the room in which linen underwent the once moft complicated operation of flarching. 3 1. e. 4 i. e. a cross bow, a bow which shoots ftones. • i. e. c. rts. 5 Watches at that time were very uncommon. 7 Meaning, what's to do here ? is likely to be hunted like that animal. 8 i. e. badger. He calls Maivolio one, because he The flannel is the common ftone-hawk, in the north called fandt. To badger a man, is a phrafe now in ufe for making a fool It i.c. any one in his fenfes. however, was a cobler. 1. c. flies at it. of him. 12 Probably means here the name of a hound. A fouter, the the fequel; that fuffers under probation: Alings, and crofs-garter'd, even with the swiftnefs fhould follow, but does. of putting on. Jove, and my stars, be praised !-Here is yet a poftfcript. "Thou canst not chufe If thou entertaineft my Fab. And 0 fhall end, I hope 1. Sir To. Ay, or I'll cudgel him, and make him" but know who I am. cry, 0. Mal. And then I comes behind. Fab. Ay, an you had an eye behind you, might fee more detraction at your heels, than tunes before you. "love, let it appear in thy ímiling; thy fmiles "become thee well: therefore in my prefence you" ftill fmile, dear my sweet, I pr'ythee."—Jove, I for-thank thee.-I will fmile; I will do every thing that thou wilt have me. [Exit. Fab. I will not give my part of this fport for a penfion of thousands to be paid from the Sophy. Sir To. I could marry this wench for this device. Sir And. So could I too. Sir To. And alk no other dowry with her, but fuch another jeft. Enter Maria. Sir And. Nor I neither. Mal. M. 0. A. I.-This fimulation is not as the former--and yet, to crush this a little, it would bow to me, for every one of these letters is in my name. Soft; here follows profe.- If this fall "into thy hand, revoive. In my ftars I am above "thee; but be not afraid of greatnefs: Some are "born great, fome atchieve greatnefs, and fome "have greatness thrust upon them. Thy fates "open their hands; let thy blood and fpirit em"brace them. And, to inure thyfelf to what "thou art like to be, caft thy humble flough, and "appear fresh. Be oppofite with a kinfman, furly "with fervants: let thy tongue tang arguments of "ftate; put thyfelf into the trick of fingularity :| "She thus advifes thee, that fighs for thee. Re"member who commended thy yellow ftockings 2; "and wifh'd to fee thee ever cross-garter'd 3: I fay, Sir To. Why, thou haft put him in fuch a dream, "remember. Go to; thou art made, if thou de-that, when the image of it leaves him, he must "fireft to be fo; if not, let me fee thee a iteward run mad. Fab. Here comes my noble gull-catcher. Sir To. Shall I play my freedom at tray-trip 6, and become thy bond-slave? Sir And. F'faith, or I either? him? Sir To. Like aqua-vitæ 7 with a midwife. 66 ftill, the fellow of fervants, and not worthy to Mar. Nay, but fay true, does it work upon "touch Fortune's fingers. Farewel. She, that "would alter fervices with thee, The fortunate"unhappy." Day-light and champian difcovers not Mar. If you will then fee the fruits of the fport, more: this is open. I will be proud, I will read mark his first approach before my lady: he will politic authors, I will baffle Sir Toby, I will wash come to her in yellow ftockings, and 'tis a colour off grofs acquaintance, I will be point-de-vice 5, the the abhors; and cross-garter'd, a fashion she detefts; very man. I do not now fool myfelf to let imagina- and he will fmile upon her, which will now be tion jade me; for every reafon excites to this, that fo unfuitable to her difpofition, being addicted to my lady loves me. She did commend my yellow a melancholy as fhe is, that it cannot but turn him ftockings of late, she did praise my leg being crofs-into a notable contempt; if you will fee it, folgarter'd; and in this the manifefts herself to my low me. love, and, with a kind of injunction, drives me to thefe habits of her liking. I thank my stars, I am happy. I will be strange, ftout, in yellow ftock Sir To. To the gates of Tartar, thou moft excellent devil of wit! Si And. I'll make one too. [Exeunt. Vio. ACT SCENE I. Olivia's Garden. AVE thee, friend, and thy mufick: Clo. No, fir, I live by the church. III. Tio. Art thou a churchman? Clo. No fuch matter, fir; I do live by the church: for I do live at my house, and my house doth stand by the church. Vio. So thou may'st say, the king lies by a beggar, if a beggard well near him; or, the church 6 Mr. Meaning, probably, that it fhall end in fighing or difappointment. 2 Yellow flockings were, in our author's time, much worn. 3 The puritans of thofe times affected this fashion, and in a former fcene Malvolio is faid to have been an affecter of puritanism. 4 i. e. broad day and an open country cannot make things plainer. 5 i. e. with the utmost poffible exadness. Steevens fuppofes tray-trip to have been the name of fore game at tables, draughts, or cards; while Sir John Hawkins fays it was a game (much in vogue in our author's days, and ftill retained among the lower clafs of young people in the weft of England,) the fame as now goes under the name of Scotch-hop, which was play'd either upon level ground marked out with chalk in the form of fquares or diamonds, or upon a chequered pavement. 7 i. e. frong waters. ftands Vio. Thy reason, man? Clo. Troth, fir, can yield you none without words; and words are grown fo falfe, I am loth to prove reafon with them. Vio. I warrant, thou art a merry fellow, and careft for nothing. Clo. Not fo, fir. I do care for fomething: but in my confcince, fir, I do not care for you; if that be to care for nothing, fir, I would it would 'make you invisible. Vio. Art not thou the lady Olivia's fool ? Ch. No, indeed, fir; the lady Olivia has no folly fhe will keep no fool, fir, 'till the be married; and fools are as like husbands, as pilchards are to herrings, the husband's the bigger: I am, indeed, not her fool, but her corrupter of words. Vio. I faw thee late at the count Orfino's. Clo. Foolery, fir, does walk about the orb, like the fun; it fhines every where. I would be forry, fir, but the fool should be as oft with your mafter, as with my mistress: I think, I faw your wildom there. Vio. Nay, an thou país upon me, I'll no more with thee. Hold, there's expences for thee. Clo. Now Jove, in his next commodity of hair, fend thee a beard! Vio. By my troth, I'll tell thee; I am almost fick for one; though I would not have it grow on my chin. Is thy lady within ? Clo. Would not a pair of thefe have bred, fir? V10. Yes, being kept together, and put to use. Cle. I would play lord Pandarus of Phrygia, fir, to bring a Creff da to this Troilus. That comes before his eye. This is a practice, Sir And. Save you, gentleman. Sir To. Dieu vous garde, monfieur, Sir To. I hope, fir, you are; and I am yours.-you should enter, if your trade be to her. Will you encounter the houfe? My niece is defirous Vio. I am bound to your niece, fir, I mean, the is the lift 4 of my voyage. Sir To. Tafte your legs, fir, put them to motion. I understand what you mean by bidding me tafte Vio. My legs do better understand me, fir, than my legs. Sir To. I mean, to go, fir, to enter. Vio. I will anfwer you with gait and entrance: But we are prevented. Enter Olivia and Maria. Moft excellent accomplish'd lady, the heavens rain odours on you! Sir And. That youth's a rare courtier! Rain odours! well. Vio. My matter hath no voice, lady, but to your own moit pregnant 5 and vouchfated ear. Sir And. Odours, pregnant, and vouchfafed I'll get 'em all three ready. Oli. Let the garden-door be fhut, and leave me to my hearing. [Exeunt Sir Toby, Sir Andrew, and Maria, Give me your hand, fir. Vio. My duty, madam, and moft humble fervice. Oli. What is your name ? Vi. Cefario is your fervant's name, fair princefs. Oli. My fervant, fir! 'Twas never merry world, Since lowly feigning was call'd compliment : You are fervant to the count Orfino, youth. Tis. And he is yours, and his muit needs be yours; Your fervant's fervant is your fervant, madam. Oli. For him, I think not on him: for his Vio. I understand you, fir; 'tis well begg'd. Clo. The matter, I hope, is not great, fir, beg-I ging but a beggar ; Creffida was a beggar. My lady is within, fir. I will confter to them whence you come; who you are, and what you would, is out of my welkin: I might fay, element; but the word is over-worn. [Exit. Vic. This fellow is wife enough to play the fool; And, to do that well, craves a kind of wit: He muft obferve their mood on whom he jests, The quality of the perfons, and the time; And, like the haggard 2, check at every feather 3 i. c. Oli. O, by your leave, I pray you; bade you never speak again of him : But, would you undertake another fuit, I had rather hear you to folicit that, Than mufick from the spheres. Vino. Dear lady, Oli. Give me leave, Í befcech you: I did fend, After the laft enchantment, (you did hear) A ring in chace of you; fo did I abuse Myfelf, my fervant, and, I fear me, you: Under your hard conftruction must I fit, To force that on you, in a fhameful cunning, That is, a glove made of kid leather; from chevreau. 2 The huggard is the wild hawk, "But wife men's folly, when it is once fallen into extravagance, overpowers their difcretion." 4i. e. the bound, the limit of my voyage. 5 i. e. ready. Which you knew none of yours: What might Have you not fet mine honour at the stake, I Enough is fhewn; a cyprus 2, not a bofom, Oli. That's a degree to love. Vio. No, not a grice 3; for 'tis a vulgar proof, Oli. Why then, methinks, 'tis time to fmile again : [Clock frikes. Vio. Then weftward-hoe: Grace, and good difpofition, attend your ladyfhip Oli. Stay: I pr'ythee, tell me, what thou think'st of me. Vio. That you do think, you are not what you are. . If I think fo, I think the fame of you. Fab. You must needs yield your reafon, fir Andrew. Sir And. Marry, I faw your niece do more favours to the count's ferving-man, than ever the bestowed upon me; I faw't i' the orchard. Sir To. Did the fee thee the while, old boy; tell me that? Sir And. As plain as I fee you now. Fab. This was a great argument of love in her towards you. Sir And. 'Slight! will you make an afs o' me? Fab. I will prove it legitimate, fir, upon the oaths of judgment and reafon. Sir To. And they have been grand jury-men, fince before Noah was a failor. Fab. She did fhew favour to the youth in your fight, only to exafperate you, to awake your dormoufe valour, to put fire in your heart, and brimftone in your liver: You fhould then have accofted her; and with fome excellent jefts, firenew from the mint, you should have bang'd the youth into dumbnefs. This was look'd for at your hand, and this was baulk'd: the double gilt of this opportunity you let time wafh off, and you are now fail'd into the north of my lady's opinion; where you will hang like an icicle on a Dutchman's beard, unlefs you do redeem it by fome laudable attempt, either of valour, or policy. Sir And. And 't be any way, it must be with vaVio. Then think you right; I am not what I am.lour; for policy I hate: I had as lief be a Brownift4, Oli. I would, you were as I would have you be! as a politician. Vio. Would it be better, madam, than I am, I wish it might; for now I am your fool. Oli. O, what a deal of fcorn looks beautiful In the contempt and anger of his lip! By maidhood, honour, truth, and ever thing, SCENE II. [Exeunt. An Apartment in Olivia's Houfe. Enter Sir Toby, Sir Andrew, and Fabian. Sir And. No, 'faith, I'll not ftay a jot longer. Sir To. Why then, build me thy fortunes upon the bafis of valour. Challenge me the count's youth to fight with him; hurt him in cleven places; my niece fhall take note of it: and affure thyfelf, 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, fir Andrew. Sir And. Will either of you bear me a challenge to him? Sir To. Go, write it in a martial hand; be curft and brief: it is no matter how witty, fo it be eloquent, and full of invention: taunt him with the licence of ink: if thou thou'ft him fome thrice, it fhall not be amifs; and as many lies as will lie in thy fheet of paper, although the theet were big enough for the bed of Ware in England, fet 'em down, go, about it. Let there be gall enough in thy ink; though thou write with a goofe-pen, u10 matter: About it. Sir And. Where fhall I find you? Sir To. We'll call thee at the Cubiculo: Go. [Exit Sir Andrew. Fab. This is a dear manakin to you, fir Toby. Sir To. I have been dear to him, lad; fome two thoufand itrong, or fo. Fab. We fhall have a rare letter from him: but you'll not deliver 't. Sir To. Never truft me then; and by all means Sir To. Thy reafon, dear venom, give thy reafon. ftir on the youth to an answer. I think, oxen and I i. e. to one of your ready opprehenfion. 2 A cyprus is a transparent ftuff. 3 i. e. a p. 4 The Brownifts wete fo named from Mr. Robert Browne, a famous feparatiit in queen Elizabeth's reign. 5. e. a hafty, careless hand. i. c. be pert or petulant. Y wain! |