Vio. Why, man? Clo. Why, sir, her name's a word; and to dally with that word might make my sister wanton: but indeed, words are very rascals, since bonds disgrac'd them. Vio. Thy reason, man? Clo. Troth, sir, I can yield you none without words; and words are grown so false I am loath to prove reason with them. Vio. I warrant thou art a merry fellow, and car'st for nothing. Clo. Not so, sir, I do care for something: but in my conscience, sir, I do not care for you; if that be to care for nothing, sir, I would it would make you invisible. Vio. Art not thou the Lady Olivia's Fool? Clo. No, indeed, sir; the Lady Olivia has no folly; she will keep no Fool, sir, till she 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 saw thee late at the Count Orsino's. Clo. Foolery, sir, does walk about the orb like the sun; it shines every where. I would be sorry, sir, but the Fool should be as oft with your master as with my mistress: I think I saw your wisdom there. Vio. Nay, an thou pass upon me, I'll no more with thee. Hold, there's expenses for thee. Clo. Now Jove, in his next commodity of hair, send thee a beard! Vio. By my troth, I'll tell thee, I am almost sick for one; though I would not have it grow on my chin. Is thy lady within? Clo. Would not a pair of these have bred, sir? Vio. Yes, being kept together, and put to use. Clo. I would play Lord Pandarus of Phrygia, sir, to bring a Cressida to this Troilus. Vio. I understand you, sir; 'tis well begg'd. Clo. The matter, I hope, is not great, sir, begging but a beggar: Cressida was a beggar. My lady is within, sir. I will conster to them whence you come; who you are, and what you would, are out of my welkin: I might say, element, but the word is over worn. [Exit. And, like the haggard, check at every feather As full of labour as a wise man's art: For folly, that he wisely shews, is fit; But wise men's folly shewn, quite taints their wit. Enter Sir TOBY BELCH and Sir ANDREW AGUE CHEEK. Sir To. Save you, gentleman. Vio. And you, sir. Sir And. Dieu vous garde, Monsieur. Vio. Et vous aussi; votre serviteur. Sir And. I hope, sir, you are; and I am yours. Sir To. Will you encounter the house? my niece is desirous you should enter, if your trade be to her. Vio. I am bound to your niece, sir: I mean, she is the list of my voyage. Sir To. Taste your legs, sir; put them to motion. Vio. My legs do better understand me, sir, than I understand what you mean by bidding me taste my legs Sir To. I mean to go, sir, to enter. Vio. I will answer you with gait and entrance. But we are prevented. Enter OLIVIA and MARIA. Most 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 most pregnant and vouchsafed ear. Sir And. "Odours, pregnant, and vouchsafed: I'll get 'em all three all ready. Oli. Let the garden door be shut, and leave me to my hearing. [Exeunt SIR To., SIR AND., and Mar. Give me your hand, sir. Vio. My duty, Madam, and most humble service. Oli. What is your name? Vio. Cesario is your servant's name, fair Princess. Oli. My servant, sir! 'Twas never merry world, Since lowly feigning was call'd compliment: You're servant to the Count Orsino, youth. Vio. And he is yours, and his must needs be yours; Your servant's servant is your servant, Madam. Oli. For him, I think not on him: for his thoughts, Would they were blanks, rather than fill'd with me! Vio. Madam, I come to whet your gentle thoughts On his behalf: Oli. O, by your leave, I pray you; I bade you never speak again of him: Vio. Dear lady, Oli. Give me leave, beseech you: I did send, After the last enchantment you did here, A ring in chase of you: so did I abuse Have you not set mine honour at the stake, And baited it with all th' unmuzzled thoughts That tyrannous heart can think? To one of your receiving Enough is shewn; a cyprus, not a bosom, Hides my heart. So let me hear you speak. Vio. I pity you. Oli. That's a degree to love. Vio. No, not a grise; for 'tis a vulgar proof, That very oft we pity enemies. Oli. Why, then, methinks, 'tis time to smile again : O world, how apt the poor are to be proud! If one should be a prey, how much the better [Clock strikes. The clock upbraids me with the waste of time. Be not afraid, good youth, I will not have you: And yet, when wit and youth is come to harvest, Your wife is like to reap a proper man. There lies your way, due West. Then westward-hoe: Vio. Oli. Stay: I pr'ythee tell me what thou think'st of me. Vio. That you do think you are not what you are Vio. Then think you right; I am not what I am. Oli. I would you were as I would have you be! 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 scorn looks beautiful In the contempt and anger of his lip! A murth'rous guilt shews not itself more soon By maidhood, honour, truth, and every thing, Do not extort thy reasons from this clause, And so adieu, good Madam; never more Will I my master's tears to you deplore. Oli. Yet come again: for thou, perhaps, may'st move That heart, which now abhors, to like his love. [Exeunt. SCENE II. A Room in OLIVIA'S House. Enter Sir TOBY BELCH, Sir ANDREW AGUE-CHEEK, and FABIAN. Sir And. No, faith, I'll not stay a jot longer. Sir To. Thy reason, dear venom, give thy reason. |