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And water once a day her chamber round With this thy fair and ontward character.
For such disguise as, haply, shall become
The form of my intent. I'll serve this duke ; Duke. O sbe, that hath a beart of that fine Thou shalt present me as an eunueh to him, frame,
It may be worth thy pains ; for I can sing, To pay this debt of love but to a brother, And speak to bim iu inany sorts of music, How will she love, when the rich golden shaft That will allow me very worth his service, Hath kill'd the flock of all affectious else
What else inay hap, to time I will commit; That live in her ! when liver, brain, and heart, Only shape thou thy silence to iny wil. These sovereigu thrones, are all supplied, and Cap. Be you bis eunucb, and your mute I'll fill's,
be : (Her sweet perfections,) with one self king - When my tongue blabs, then let mine eyes not Away before me to sweet beds of flowers ;
see ! Love-thoughts lie rich, when canopied with Vio. I thank thee : Lead me on. bowers. (Exeunt.
(Ereunt, SCENE II.-The Sea Coast.
SCENE III.-A Room in OLIVIA's House. Enter VIOLA, CAPTAIN, and Sailors.
Enter Sir TOBY BELCR, and MARIA. Vio. What country, friends, is this?
Sir To. What a plague means my niece, to Cap. Illyria, lady.
take the death of her brother thu31 I am sure Vio. And what should I do in Illyria !
care's an eneiny to life. My brother he is in Elysium.
Mar. By troth, Sir Toby, you must come in Perchance, he is not drown'd :-What think you, earlier o’nights ; your cousin, my lady, takes sailors ?
great exceptious to your ill hours. Cap. It is perchance, that you yourself were Sir To. Why, lei ber except before excepted. saved.
Mar. Ay, but you must contine yourself withVlo, O my poor brother! and so, perchance, in the modest limits of order. may he be.
Sir To. Contine? I'll confine myself no finer Cap. True, madam : and, to comfort you with than I am : these clothes are good enough to chance,
drink in, and so be these boots 200 ; an they be Assare yourself, after our ship did split,
not, let them bang themselves in tbeir own When you, and that poor number saved with straps. you,
Mar. That quafling and drinking will undo Hang on our driving boat, I saw your brother, you : I heard my lady talk of it yesterday ; and Most provident in peril, bind himself
of a foolish knight that you brought in one night (Courage and hope both teaching bim the prac. here, to be her wooer. tice)
Sir Tu. Who? Sir Andrew Ague-check 1 To a strong mast, that lived opon the sea;
Mar. Ay, he. Where, like Arion on the dolphin's back,
Sir To. He's as tall + a man as any's tu I saw himn bold acquaintance with the waves, Illyria. So long as I conld see.
Mar. What's that to the purpose ? Fio. For saying so, there's gold :
Sir To. Why, be has three thousand ducats Mine own escape unfoldeth to my hope,
a year. Whereto thy speech serves for authority,
Mar. Aye, but he'll have but a year in all these The like of him. Know'st thou this country ? ducats ; he's a very fool, and a prodigal. Cap. Ay, Madam, well; for I was bred and Sir To. Fye, that you'll say so! he plays o' born,
the viol-de-gambo, and speaks three or four lan. Not tbree hours' travel from this very place. guages word for word without book, and hath all Vio. Who governs here?
the good gifts of nature. Cap. A noble duke, in nature,
Mar. He bath, indeed,-almost natural : for, As in bis name.
besides that he's a fool, he's a great quarreller; Vio. What is his name?
and, but that he hath the gist of a coward to allay Cap. Orsino.
the gust he hath in quarrelling, 'tis thought Vio. Orsino! I have heard my father name among the prudent, he would quickly have ibe bin :
gift of a grave. He was a hacbelor then.
Sir To. By this hand, they are sconndrels Cap. And so is now,
and substractors that say so of him. Who are Or was so very late : for but a month
they? Ago I went from hence; and then 'twas fresh Mar. They that add moreover, he's drunk In murmur ; (as, you know, what great ones do, nightly in your company. The less will pratile of,) that he did seek
Sir To. With drinking bealths to my niece ; The love of fair Olivia.
P'll drink to her, as long as there is a passage in Vio. What's she
my throat, and drink in Illyria : He's a coward Cap. A virtuous maid the daughter of a count and a coystril, 1 that will not drink to my niece, That died some twelvemonth since; then leaving all his brains turn o' the toe like a parish-top. $ her
What, wench ? Castiliano vulgo ; for bere comes In the protection of his son, her brother, Sir Andrew Ague-face. Who sbortly also died : for whose dear love, They say, she hath abjur'd the company
Enter Sir ANDREW AGUE-CHEEK. And sight of men.
Sir And. Sir Toby Belch I how now, Sir Toby Fio. O that I served that lady :
Sir To. Sweet Sir Andrew !
Mar. And you too, Sir. ('ap. That were hard to compass ;
Sir To. Accost, Sir Andrew, accost. Because she will adnit no kiud of suit,
Sir And. What's that? No, not the duke's.
Sir To. My niece's chamber-maid. Vio. There is a fair bebaviour in thee, cap
tain ; And though that nature with a beauteous wall
+ Stont Duch oft close in pollution, yet of thee
* A bistard hawk, orn coward cock.
It was customary in eveiy village to keep a large top I wil believe, thou hast a mind that suits for the peasants to whip in cold weather.
Sir And, Good mistress Accost, I desire bet- picture ? • why dost thou not go to church in a ter acquaintance.
galliard, and come home in a coranto | My Mar. My name is Mary, Sir.
very walk should be a jig ; I would not so much Sir And. Good mistress Mary Accost,- as make water, but in a sink-a-pace. What
Sir To. You mistake, knight: accost, is, front dost thou mean? is it a world to bide virises her, board ber, woo her, assail her.
in? I did think by the excellent constitutioa of Sir And. By my troth, I would not under-thy leg, it was forined under the star of a gal. take her in this company. Is that the meaning liard. of accost ?
Sir And. Ay, 'tis strong, and it does indiffe. Mar. Fare you well, gentlemen.
rent well in a flame-coloured stock. Shall we Sir To. An thou let part so, Sir Andrew, set about some revels ? 'would you might'st never draw sword again. Sir To. What shall we do else ? were we got
Sir And. An you part so, mistress, I would borg unsler Taurus ? I might never draw sword again. Fair lady, do Sir And. Taurus ? that's sides and heart. you think you have fools in band ?
Sir To. No, Sir ; it is legs and thighs. Let Mar. Sir, I have not you by the hand. me see thee caper: ha! bigber: ba, ha l-er. Sir And. Marry, but you shall have ; and cellent !
(Eseuns. here's my band.
Mar. Now, Sir, thought is free: I pray yon, SCENE IV.-A Rooin in the DOKE's bring your hand to the battery-bar, and let it
Palace. drilik. Sir And. Wherefore sweet heart? what's
Enter VALENTINE and Viola, in man's your metaphor ?
atlire. Mar. It's dry, Sir ?
Val. If the doke continue these favours fo. Sir And. Why, I think so; I am not such an wards you, Cesario, you are like to be much adass, but I can keep my hand dry. But what's vanced; be wath known you but three days, and your jest ?
already you are no stranger. Mar. A dry jest, Sir.
Vio. You either fear his hnmour, or my ner. Sir And. Are you full of them?
ligence, that von call in question the contiva. Mar. Ay, Sir; I have them at my fingers' ance of his love : Is he inconstant, Sir, in bis ends : marry, now I let go your hand, I am favours barren.
Val. No, believe me. Sir To. O knight, thou lack'st a cup of canary: When did I see thee so put down?
Euter DUKE, CURIO, and Attendants. Sir And. Never in your life, I think ; unless
Vio. I thank you. Here comes the count. you see canary put me down : Methinks, some
Duke. Who saw Cesario, ho ? times I bave no more wit than a Christian, or
Vio. On your attendance, my lord ; here. an ordinary man has : but I am a great eater
Duke. Stand you awhile alcof.-Cesario, of beef, and I believe that does baran to my Thou know'st nio less but all ; 1 bave unclaspid wit.
To thee the book even of my secret soul :
Be pot denied access, stand at her doors,
And tell them, there thy fixed foot shall grow, I would I had bestowed that time in the tongues, that I have in fencing, dancing, and bear-bait- if she be so abandon'd to her sorrow
Vio. Sure, my noble lord, ing : Oh! bad: I but followed the arts ! Sir To. Then bad'st thou had an excellent head as it is spoke, she never will admit me.
Duke. Be clamorous, and leap all civil bounds, of hair? Sir And. Why, would that have mended my
Rather than make onprofited return.
Vio. Say, I do speak with her, my lord; bair ?
What then t Sir To. Past question ; for thou seest it will
Duke. Oh! then'unfold the passion of my love, not curl by nature. Sir And. But it becomes ine well enough, Surprise her with discourse of my dear faith :
It shall become thee well to act my woes ; does't not 1
She will attend it better in thy youth, Sir To. Excellent; it hangs like fax on a distaff; and I hope to see a housewife take Than in a nuncio of more grave aspect.
Vio. I think not so, my lord. thee between her legs and spin it off.
Duke. Dear lad, believe it; Sir And. 'Faith, I'll home to-morrow, Sir Toby: your niece will not be seen ; or, if she For they shall yet belie thy happy years be, it's four to oue she'll none of me : the count is not more smooth and rubions ; thy small pipe
Tbat say, thou art a man : Diana's lip himsell, bere hard by, wooes her. Sir To. She'll none o' the connt ; she'll not And all is semblative a woman's part.
Is as the maiden's organ, sbrill and sound, match above her degree, neither in estate, years; I know thy constellation is right apt Bor wit; I have heard ber swear it. Tut, there's For this affair :-Some four or five attend him; life in't, man.
Sir And. I'll stay a inonth longer. I am a All, if you will ; for I myself am best, fellow o' the strangest mind i the world; I de When least in company :--Prosper well in this, light in masques and revels sometinies altu.
And thou shalt live' as freely as tby lord,
To call bis fortunes thine. gether. Sir To. Art ihou good at these kick-shaws, To woo your lady: yet, ( A side.) a barful & strife !
Vio. I'll do my best, knight? Sir And. As any man in Illyria, whatsoever
Whoe'er I wou, myseli would be his wife. he be, under the degree of my betters ; and yet
[Freurt. I will not compare with an old inan. Sir To. What is thy excellence in a galliard,
SCENE V-A Room in OLIVIA's House. knight?
Enter MARIA and CLOWN. Sir And. 'Faith, I can cut a caper.
Mar. Sir To. And I can cut the mutton to'l.
Nay, either tell me where thon hast Sir And. And, I think, I have the back-erick, been, or I will not open my lips, so wide as a simply as strong as any man in Illyria. Sir To. Wherefore are these things hid ?
• Allading to the infamous Mary Frith, commonly
called Mali Cat-Purse. Sre Grainger's Bice. Hist. wherefore have three gills a curtain before them?
+ Cinque-pace, the name of a chance
1 Gethy are they like to take dust, like mistress Mall's way,
Full of impedaueut.
bristle may enter, in way of thy excuse : my death shake him: Infirmity, that decays the lady will bang thee for thy absence.
wise, doth ever make the better fool. Clo. Let her hang me: he that is well banged Clo. God send you, Sir, a speedy infirmity, in this world, needs to fear no colours.
for the better increasing your folly ! Sir Toby blar. Make that good,
will be sworn, that I am no fox ; but he will Clo. He shall see none to fear.
not pass his word for two pence that you are Nar. A good lenten answer : I can tell thee no fool. where that saying was born, of, I fear no co. Oli. How say you to that, Malvolio? lours.
Mal. I marvel your ladyship takes delight in Clo. Where, good mistress Mary?
such a barren rascal; I saw him put down the Mar. In the wars ; and that may you be bold other day with an ordinary fool, that has no to say in your foolery.
more brain tlian a stone. Look you now, he's Clo. Well, God give them wisdom, that have out of his guard already ; nuless you laugh and it; and those that are fools, let thein use their minister occasion to him, he is gagged. I protalents,
test, I take these wise men, that crow so at these Mar. Yet you will be banged, for being so set kind of fools, no better than the fools' long absent : or, to be turned away ; is not that zanies. as good as bauging to you?
Oli. O you are sick of self-love, Malvolio, C'lo. Many a good hanging prevents a bad and taste with a distempered appetite. To be marriage ; and, for turuing away, let sammer generous, guiltless, and of free disposition, is bear it out.
to take those things for bird-bolts, † that you Mar. You are resolate then ?
deem cannon-bullets : There is no slander in Clo. Not so, neither ; but I am resolved on an allowed fool, though he do nothing but rail ; two points.
nor no railing in a known discreet man, though Mar. That, if one break + the other will hold ; he do nothing but reprove. or, if both break, your gaskins fall.
Clo. Now Mercury endue thee with leasing, t Clo. Apt, iu good faith ; very apt! Well, go for tbou speakest well of fools. thy way; if Sir Toby would leave drinking, thou wert as wilty a piece of Eve's flesh, as any
Re-enter MARIA. in Illyria. Mar. Peace, you rogue, no more of that; gentleman, much desires to speak with you.
Mar. Madam, there is at the gate a young bere comes my lady : make your excuse wisely,
Oli. From the count Orsino, is it? you were best.
Mar. I know not, madam ; 'tis a fair young Enter OLIVIA and MALVOLIO.
man, and well attended.
oli. Who of my people hold him in delay ? Clo. Wit, and't be thy will, put me into good Mar. Sir Toriy, madam, your kinsman. fooling! Those wits that think they have thee, Oli. Fetch bin off, I pray you; he speaks do very oft prove fools; and 1, that am sure I nothing but madman: Fyeon him! (Exit lack thee, may pass for a wise man : For what MARIA.) Go you, Malvolio ; if it be a suit from says Quinapalus? Better a witty fool, than a the count, I am sick, or not at hoine, what you foolish wit.-God bless thee, lady!
will, to dismiss it. (Exit MALVOLIO.] Now Oli. Take the fool away.
you see, Sir, how your fooling grows old, and Clo. Do you not hear, fellows ? Take away people dislike it. the lady.
Clo. Thou hast spoke for us, madonna, as if Oli. Go to, you're a dry fool ; I'll no more of thy eldest son should be a fool : whose skull you : besides, you grow dishonest.
Jove cram with brains, for here he comes, oue Clo. Two faults, madonna, 1 that drink and of thy kin, has a most weak pia mater. $ good counsel will amend : for give the dry fool drink, then is the fool not dry; bid the disho.
Enter Sir TOBY BELCH. nest mau mend bimself; if he mend, be is no
Oli. By mine honour, half drunk.-What is he longer disbonest; if he cannot, let the botcher at the gate, cousin ? mend him : Anything that's mended, is but
Sir To. A gentleman. patched : virtue, that transgresses, is but patch
Oli. A gentleman? What gentleman ? ed with sin; and sin, that amends, is but patched
Sir To. 'Tis a gentleman here-A plague o' with virtue : If that this siinple syllogism will these pickle herrings !-How now, sot? serve, so; if it will not, what remedy ? As
Clo. Good Sir Toby,-there is no trne cuckold but calamity, so beauty's Oli. Cousin, cousin, how have you come so a flower :-the lady bade thee take away the early by this lethargy? fool; therefore, I say again, take her away.
Sir To. Lechery i I defy lechery : There's one Oli. Sir, I bade them take away you.
at the gate. Clo. Misprison in the highest degree !--Lady,
Oli. Ay, marry ; what is he? Cucullus non facit monachum; that's as inuch
Sir To. Let him be the devil, an he will, I as to say, I wear not motly in my brain. Good care uot : give me faith, say 1. Well, it's all madonna, give me leave to prove you a fool.
[Exit. Oli. Can you do it?
Oli. What's a drunken man like, fool ? Clo. Dexterously, good madonna.
Clo. Like a drowu'd man, a fool, and a mad. Oli. Make your proof.
one draught above beat makes bim a Clo. I musi catecbize yon for it, madonna ;
fool; the second inads bim; and a third drowns Good my mouse of virtue, answer me.
bim. Oli. Well, Sir, for want of other idleness, I'll Oli. Go thou and seek the coroner, and let abide your proof.
bin sit o' my coz; for be's in the third degree Clo. Good madonna, why mourn'st thou?
of drink, he's drown'd : go look after him. Oli. Good fool, for my brother's death.
('lo. He is but mad, yet madonna ; and the Clo. I think, his soul is in hell, madonna.
fool shall look to the madman. [Evil Clown. Oli. I know his soul is in heaven, fool. Clo. The more fool you, madonna, to mnoun
Re-cntcr MALVOLIO. for your brother's soul being in heaveu.--Take away the fool, gentlemeu.
Mal. Madam, yond' young fellow swears be Oli. What ibink you of this fool, Malvolio? will speak with you. I told him you were sick ; doth he not mend ?
be takes on bim to muderstand so much, and Hal. Yes: and shall do, till the pangs or therefore comes to speak with you : I told him • Short and spare.
• Fools' baubles. + Points were hooks which fastened the hose or
: Liinni. breochen. Italian, mistress, dame.
The cover of the bram.
you were asleep; he seems to have a fore-know-, deliver, when the courtesy of it is so fearful. ledge of that too, and therefore comes to speak Speak your office.
What is to be said to bim, lady? Vio. It alone concerns your ear. I bring no be's fortified against any denial.
overture of war, no taxation of homage ; 1 bold Oli. Tell him he shall not speak with me. the olive in my hand: my words are as full of
Mal. He has been told so ; and he says, he'll peace as matter. stand at your door like a sheriff's post, and be Oli. Yet you begau rudely. What are you? the supporter of a bench, but he'll speak with what would you ? yoll.
V'io. Tbe rudeness, that hath appear'd in me, Oli, What kind of man is he?
have I learn'd from iny entertainment. What I Mal. Why, of man kind.
am, and what I would, are as secret as maidenOli. What manner of man?
bead: to your ears, divinity ; to any other's, proMal. of very ill manner; he'll speak with fanation. you, will you or no.
Oli. Give us the place alone : we will bear Oli. or what personage and years is he? this divinity. (Exit MARIA.) Now, Sir, what is
Mal. Not yet old enough for a man, nor young your text ? enough for a boy; as a squash is before 'tis a Vio. Most sweet lady,pease-cod, or a codling when 'tis almost an apple : Oli. A comfortable doctrine, and much may 'lis with him e'en standing water, between boy be said of it. Where lies your text? and man.
He is very well-favoured, and be Vio. In Orsino's bosom. speaks very shrewishly'; one would think, bis Oli. In his bosom? In what chapter of bis mother's milk were scarce out of him.
bosom 1 Oli. Let bim approach : Call in my gentle- Vio. To answer by the method, in the first of womian.
his heart. Mal. Gentlewoman, my lady calls. [Exit. Oli. Oh ! I have read it; it is heresy. Have
you no more to say ? Re-enter MARIA.
Vio. Good madam, let me see your face. Ou. Give me my veil : come, throw it o'er lord to negociate with my face ? yon are now
Oli. Have you any commission from your my face; We'll once more bear Orsino's embassy.
out of your text; but we will draw the curtaia,
and show you the picture. Look you, Sir, such Enter VIOLA. a one as I was this present :' Is't not well done ?
[Inreiling Vio. The honourable lady of the house, wbich Vio. Excellently done, if God did all. Is she ?
Oli. 'Tis in grain, Sir ; 'twill endure wind oli. Speak to me, I shall answer for her. and weather. Your will ?
Vio. 'Tis beauty truly blent, t whose red and Vio. Most radiant, exquisite, and unmatchable
white beauty,- pray you, tell me, if this be the lady Nature's own sweet and cunning hand laid on : of the house, for I never saw her: I would be Lady, you are the cruel'st she alive, Joath to cast away my speech ; for, besides that If you will lead these graces to the grave, it is excellently well penn'd, I have taken great And leave the world uo copy. pains to con it. Good beauties, let ne sustain Oli. O Sir, I will not be so hard-hearted ; ! 10 scoru; I am very comptiblé, * even to the will give out' divers schedules of my beauty : Jeast sinister usage.
It shall be inventoried ; and every particle, and Oli. Whence came yon, sir?
utensil, labelled to my will : as, item, two lips Vio. I can say little more than I have studied, indifferent red; item, two grey eyes, with lids to and that question's out of my part. Good gentle them; item, one neck, one chin, and so forth. one, give me modest assurance, if you be the Were you sent bither to 'praise me ? Tady of the house, thal I may proceed in my Vio. I see you what you are : you are too speech.
proud ; Oli. Are you a comedian!
But, if you were the devil, you are fair. Vio. No, my profound heart : and yet, by the My lord and master loves you ; Oh! such love very fangs of malice, I swear, I am not that I could be but recompens'd though you were play. Are you the lady of the house ?
crown'd Oli. If I do not usurp myself, I am.
The nonpareil of beauty ! Vio. Most certaiu, if you are she, you do oli. How does he love me? usarp yourself; for what is your's to bestow, is Vlo. With adorations, witb fertile tears, not your's to reserve. But this is from my com. With groans that thunder love, with sigbs of mission: I will on with my speecb in your
fire. praise, and they sbow you the heart of my Oli. Your lord does know my mind, I cannot message.
love him : Oli. Come to what is important in't: I forgive Yet I suppose him virtuous, know him noble, you the praise.
of great estate, of fresh and stainless youth; Vio. Alas, I took great pains to study it, and la voices well divulg'd, 1 free, learn'd, and ra'lis poetical
Tiant, Oli. It is the more likely to be feigned ; and, in diineusion, and the shape of nature, pray you, keep it in. I heard, you were sacs A gracious person : but yet I cannot love bim; at my gates ; and allowed your approach, rather He might have took bis answer long ago. to worker at you than to hear you. If you be
Vio. If I did love you iu iny master's name, not mad, be gone ; if you have reason, be brief: With such a suffering, such a deadly life, 'tis not that time of moon with me, to make in your denial I would find no sense, one in so skipping a dialogue.
I would not understand it. Mar. Will you hoist sail, Sir ? bere lies your Oli. Why, what would you ? way.
Vio. Make me a willow cabin at your gate, Vio. No, good swaliber: I am to hull here a And call upou my soul within the house ; little longer.-Some mollification for your giant,t Write loyal cantons ø of contemned love, sweet lady.
Aud sing them loud even in the dead of night; Oli. Tell me your mind.
Holla your name to the reverberate bills, Vio. I am a messenger.
And make the babbling gossip of the air Oli. Sure, you have some hideous matter to Cry out, Olivia ! Ob! you should not rest
• Accountable. It appears from several parts of this play that the original actress of Maria was very short.
. Presents. + Blended, mixed together.
1 Well spoken of by the world. Cantos, verses.