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Between the elements of air and earth,

'would we had so ended! but, you, Sir, altered But you should pity me.

that; for, some hour before you look me from oli. You might do mucb: What is your the breach of the sea, was my sister drowned. parentage ?

Ant. Alas, the day ! Vio. Above my fortunes, yet my state is well : Seb. A lady, Sir, though it was said she much I am a gentleman.

resembled me, was yet of many accounted Oli. Get you to your lord ;

beautiful: but, though I could not, with such I cannot love him : let himn seud no more ; estimable wonder, overfar believe that, yet thus Uuless, perchance, you come to me again, far I will boldly publish her, she bore a mind To tell me how he takes it. Fare you well : that envy could not but call fair : she is drowned I thank you for your pains : spend this for already, Sir, with salt water, though I seem to me.

drown her remembrance again with more. Vio. I am no fee'd post, • lady ; keep your Ant. Pardon me Sir, your bad entertainment. purse ;

Seb. 8 good Antonio, forgive int your trouMy master, not myself, lacks recompense. ble. Love make his heart of flint, that you shall Ant. If you will not murder me for my love, love ;

let me be your servant. And let your fervour, like my master's, be Seb. If you will not undo wbat you have done, Plac'd in contempt i Farewell, fair cruelty. that is, kill him whoin you have recovered, de

(Exit. sire it not. Fare ye well at once : iny busom is Oli. What is your parentage ?

full of kindness; and I am yet so near the Above my fortune, yet my state is well : manners of my mother, that upon the least oc

I am a gentleman.---l'll be sworn thou art ; casion more, mine eyes will tell tales of me. I Thy tongue, thy face, thy limbs, actions, and am bound to the count Orsino's court : farewell. spirit,

(Exit. Do give thee five-fold blazon :--Not too fast :- Ant. The gentleness of all the gods go with soft I soft!

thee!
Unless the master were the man.--How now I bave many enemies in Orsino's court,
Even so quickly may one catch the plague ? Else would í very shortly see thee there :
Methinks, I feel this youth's perfections,

But come what nay, I do adore thee so,
With an invisible and subtle stealth,

That danger shall seem sport, and I will go. To creep in at mine eyes. Well, let it be.

[Erit. What, ho, Malvolio

SCENE II.-A Street.
Re-enter MALVOLIO.
Mal. Here, madam, at your service.

Enter Viola ; MALVOLIO following. Oli. Run after that same peevish messenger,

Mal. Were not you even now with the count. The county's t mau : he left this ring behind ess Olivia? him,

Vio. Even now, Sir ; on a moderate pace I Would I, or not ; tell him, I'll none of it.

have since arrived but hither. Desire himn not to flatter with his lord,

Mal. She returns this ring to you, Sir; you Nor hold. bim up with bopes; I ain not for might bave saved me my pains, to bave taken it him:

away yourself. She adds moreover, that you If that the youth will come this way to-morrow, she will none of him: And one thing more; that

should put your lord into a desperate assurance I'll give him reasons for't. Hie thee, Malvolio. Mal. Madam, I will.

[Erit. you be never so hardy to come again in his Oli. I do I know not what; and fear to find affairs, unless it be to report your lord's taking Mine eye too great a flatterer for my mind.

of this. Receive it so. Fate, show thy force : Ourselves' we do not

Vio. She took the ring of me; l'll none of it. owe: 5

Mal. Come, Sir, you peevishly threw it to What is decreed, must be ; and be this so! ber; and her will is, it should be so returned :

(Exit. if it be worth stooping for, there it lies in your

eye ; if not, be it his that tiuds it. [E.cit. Vic. I lest no ring with ber : What ineans

this lady? ACT II.

Fortune forbid, my outside bave not charm'd

ber! SCENE 1.-The Sea-coast.

She made good view of me; indeed, so much, Enter ANTONIO and SEBASTIAN.

That, sure, methought, ber eyes had lost her

tongue, Ant. Will you stay no longer ? nor will you For she did speak in starts distractedly. not that I go with you?

She loves me, sure ; the coming of her passion Seb. By your patience, no: my stars shine Invites me in this churlisha messenger. darkly over me; the malignancy of my fate None of my lord's ring! why, he sent her none. might, perhaps, distemper your's'; therefore I am the man :- If it be so, (as 'lis,) sball crave of you your leave, that I may bear Poor lady, she were better love a dream. my evils alone : it were a bad recompense for Disguise, I see thou art a wickedness, your love to lay any of them on you.

Wherein the pregnant. enemy does much. Ant. Let me yet know of you, whither you How easy is it, for the proper-false + are bound.

In women's waxen hearts to set their forms! Seb. No, 'sooth, Sir; my determinate voyage Alas! our frailty is the cause not we; is mere extravagancy. But I perceive in you so For, such as we are made of, such we be. excellent a touch of modesty, that you will not How will this fadge ? My master loves hier extort from me what I am willing to keep in ;

dearly ; therefore it charges me in manners the rather to And I, poor monster, fond as much on him; express | myself. You must know of me then, And she, mistaken, seems to dote on me : Antonio, my name is Sebastian, which I called What will become of this! As I a!n man, Rodorigo ; My father was that Sebastian, of My state is desperate for my master's love ; Messaline, whom I know you have heard of: be! As I am womaii, now alas the day! left behind him, myself and a sister, both born What thriftless sighs shall poor Olivia breathe ? in an hour. If the heavens had been pleased, o time, thou must un:angle this, not l;

It is too hard a knot for me to untie. (Exit, Messenger. + Proclamation of genti ity. & Count. Own, possess

• Dexterous, ready flend. | Reveal.

+ Fair deceiver.

i Suit.

SCENE III.-A Room in OLIVIA's House. Clo. By'r lady, Sir, and some dogs will catch

well. Enter Sir TOBY Belch, and Sir ANDREW

Sir And. Most certain : let our catch be, Thou AGUE-CHEEK.

knave. Sir To. Approach, Sir Andrew : not to be Clo. Hold thy peace, thou knave, knight? I a-bed after midnight, is to be up betimes ; and shall be constrain'd in't to call thee knare, diluculo surgere, thou know'st,

knight. Sir And. Nay, by my troth, I know not : but Sir And. 'Tis not the first time I bare conI know, to be up late, is to be up late.

strain'd one to call me knave. Begin, fool; it Sir To. A false conclusion ; I hate it as an begins, Hold thy peace. unfilled can : To be up after midnight, and to Clo. I shall never begin, if I hold my peace. go to bed then, is early ; so that, to go to bed Sir And. Good, i' faith | Come, begin. after midnight, is to go to bed betimes. Do not

(They sing a catch. our lives cousist of the four elements ? Sir And. 'Faith, so they say ; but, I think, it

Enter MARIA. rather consists of eating and drinking.

Mar. What a catterwauling do you keep here! Sir To. Thou art a scholar ; let us therefore if iny lady bave not called up her steward, Mal. eat and drink.-Marian, I say a stoop of volio, and bid bin turn you out of doors, Rever wine !

trust me.

Sir To. My lady's a Cataian, • we are politi. Enter CLOWN.

cians : Malvolio's a Peg-a-Ramsey, † and Three Sir And. Here comes the fool, l' faith. merry men we be. Am not I consanguineous !

Clo. How now, my bearts? Did you never see am í not of her blood ? Tilly-valley, 4 lady! the picture of we three ?

There dwelt a man in Babylon, lady, lady! Sir To. Welcome, ass. Now let's have a

[Singing. catch.

Clo. Beshrew me, the knight's in admirable Sir And. By my troth, the fool has an excel-fooling. leut breast. + I had rather than forty shillings Sir And. Ay, he does well enough, if he be I had such a leg; and so sweet a breath to disposed, and so do I too; he does it with a sing, as the fool bas. In sooth, thou wast in better grace, but I do it more natural. very gracious fooling last night, when tbou Sir 7o. O the twelfth day of December,spokest of Pigrogromitus, of the Vapians pass

(Singing. ing the equinoctial of Queubus ; 'twas very good,

Mar. For the love of God, peace. i' faith. I sent thee sixpence for thy lemau : 1

Enter MALVOLIO. Hadst it ?

Clo. I did impeticos thy gratillity ; $ for Mal- Mal. My masters, are you mad ? or what are volio's nose is no wbipstock: My lady bas a you? Have you no wit, manners, nor bonesty, white hand, and the Myrmidons are no bottle-ale but to gabhle like tinkers at this time of nigbt i houses.

Do ye make an alebouse of my lady's house, that Sir And. Excellent; Why, this is the best ye squeak out your coziers's caiches without fooling, when all is done. Now, a song. any mitigation or remorse of voice? Is there no

Sir To. Come on; there is sixpence for you : respect of place, persons, nor ulme, in you? Jet's have a song.

Sir To. We did keep time, Sir, in our catches. Sir And. There's a testril of me too: if one Sneck up ! | knight give a

Mal. Sir Toby, I must be round with you. Clo. Would you have a love-song, or a song of My lady bade me tell you, that, though she bar. good life?

bours you as her kinsman, she's nothing allied Sir To. A love-song, a love-song.

to your disorders. If you can separate your Sir And. Ay, ay; I care not for good life. self and your misdemeanors, you are welcome to

the house ; if not, an it would please you to SONG.

take leave of her, she is very willing to bid you

farewell. ('lo. O mistress mine, where are you roaming! O stay and hear ; your true love's cum

Sir To. Farewell, dear heart, since I must

needs be gone.
ing,
That can sing both high and low :

Mar. Nay, good Sir Toby.

Clo. His eyes do show his days are almost Trip no further, pretty sweeting ;

done. Journeys end in lovers' meeting,

Mal. Is't even so ?
Every wise man's son doth know.

Sir 7b. But I will never die.
Sir And. Excellent good, i' faith!

Clo. Sir Toby, there you lie. Sir To. Good, good.

Mal. This is much credit to you. Clo. What is love! is not hereafter ;

Sir To. Shall I bid him go.i (Singing. Present mirth hath present laughter ;

Clo. What an if you do?

Sir 7o. Shall I bid him go, and spare not i What's to come, is still unsure : In delay there lies no plenty;

Cla. O no, no, no, no, you dare not. Then come kiss me sweet-and-twenty,

Sir To. Out o'time? Sir, ye lie.—Art any more Youth's a stuff will not endure.

than a steward? Dost thou think, because thon

art virtuous, there shall be no more cakes and Sir And. A mellifluous voice, as I am true ale ? knight.

Clo. Yes, by Saint Anne ; and ginger shall he Sir To. A contageous breath.

bot i'tbe mouth too. Sir And. Very sweet and contageous, i' faith. Sir 10. Thou'rt i'the right.-Go, Sir, rub

Sir To. To hear by the nose, it is dulcet in your chain with crums :-A stoop of wine, rontagion. But sball we make the welkin dance || Maria! indeed ? Shall we rouse the night-owl in a catch, Mal. Mistress Mary, if you prized my lady's that will draw three souls { out of one weaver ? favour at any thing more than contempt, you shall we do that?

w not give means for this uncivil rule ; •* she Sir And, An you love me, let's do't: I am sball know of it, by this band.

(Exil. dog at a catch.

Mar. Go shake your ears.

Sir And, 'Twere as good a deed as to drinks Loggerheads be.

+ Voice. 1 Mistress, I did impetticoat thy gratuity. • Romancer,

+ Name of an old song, I Drink till the sky iurns round. & The peripatetic philosophy gave to each man three Coblers.

Equivalent to silly fally shilly shally,

Bang . souls: the vegetative or plastic, the animal, and the

I Stewards anciently wore a chaia. rational

.. Method of life.

:

when a man's a hungry, to challenge biin to the y Now, good Cesario, but that piece of song, field; and then to break promise with him, and That old and antique song we beard last night; Inake a fool of him.

Methought, it did relieve my passion much ; Sir To. Do't, knight ; I'll write thee a chal. More than ligbt airs and recollected terms, lenge ; or I'll deliver thy indignation to bim by of these most brisk and giddy-paced times :word of mouth.

Come, but one verse. Mar. Sweet Sir Toby, be patient for to night; Cur. He is not here, so please your lordship, since the youth of the count's was to-day with that should sing it. my lady, she is much out of quiet. For mon. Duke. Who was it? sieur Malvolio, let me alone with him; if I do ('ur. Festo, the jester, my lord ; a fool, that not gull bien into a way.word, and make him the lady Olivia's father took much delight in : he a common recreation, do not think I bave wit is about the house. enough to lie straight in my bed : I know, I can Duke. Seek bim out, and play the tune the do it.

while.

[Erii Curjo.-Music. Sir To. Possess us, t possess us; tell us some. Come hither, boy ; If ever thou sbalt love, thing of biin.

In the sweet pangs of it, remember me : Mar. Marry, Sir, sometimes he is a kind of For, such as I am, all true lovers are ; Puritan.

Unstaid and skittish in all motions else, Sir And. Oh! if I thought that, I'd beat him Save in the constant image of the creature like a dog.

That is belov'd.-How dost thou like tbis tune 1 Sir To. What, for being a Puritan ? thy ex- Vio. It gives a very echo to the seat quisite reason, dear kuiybi?

Where Love is thron'd.
Sir And. I have no exquisite reason for't, but Duke. Thou dost speak masterly :
I brave reason good enough.

My life upon't, young though thou art, thine eye Mar. The devil a Puritan that he is, or any Hath stay'd upon some favour, that it loves ; thing constantly but a time pleaser ; an affec- Harb it not, boy? tioned i ass, that cons slate withont book, and Vio. A little, by your favour. utters it by great swarths : ý the best persuaded Duke. What kind of woman is't? of himsell, so crammed as he thinks with ex- Vio. Of your complexion. cellences, that it is his ground of faith, that Duke. She is not worth thee then. What all, that look on him, love him; and on that

years, i'faith? vice in him will my revenge find notable cause Vio. About your years, my lord. to work.

Duke. Too old, by heaven; Let still the woSir To. What wilt thou do?

man take Mar. I will drop in his way some obscure An elder than herself ; so wears she to bim, epistles of love; wherein, by the colour of his so sways she level in her husband's heart. beard, the shape of his leg, the manner of his For, boy, however we do praise ourselves, gait, the expressure of his eye, forehead, and our fancies are more giddy and undirm, complexion, be shall find himself most feelingly More longing, wavering, sooner lost and worn, personated : I can write very like my lady your Than women's are. niece; on a forgotten matter we can hardly make Vio. I think it well, my lord. Cistinction of our hands.

Duke. Then let thy love be younger than Sir To. Excellent! I smell a device.

thyself, Sir And. I have't in my nose too.

Or thy affection cannot hold the bent: Sir To. He sball think, by the letters that thou For women are as roses ; whose fair flower, wilt drop, that they come from my niece, and Being once display'd, doth fall that very hour. that she is in love with him.

Vio. And so they are: alas, that they are so ; Mar. My purpose is, indeed, a borse of that To die, even when they to perfection grow ! culour. Sir And. And your horse now would make him

Re-enter CURIO, and Clown,

Duke. O fellow, come, the song we had last Mar. Ass, I doubt not.

night :Sir And. 'Oh! 'twill be admirable.

Mark It, Cesario ; it is old and plain : Mar. Sport royal, I warrant you : I know, my The spinsters and the knitters in the sun, physic will work with him. I will plant you two, And the free maids, that weave their thread with and let the fool make a third, where he shall find

bones, + the letter ; observe his construction of it. For Do use to chaunt it ; it is silly sooth, this night, to bed, and dream on the event. And dallies with the innocence of love, Farewell.

(Exit. Like the old age. Sir To. Good night, Pentbesilea. ||

Clo. Are you ready, Sir ? Sir And. Before me, she's a good wench. Duke. Ay; proythee, sing.

[Music. Sir To. She's a beagle, true-bred, and one

SONG, tbat adores me ; Wbat o' that? Sir And. I was adored once too.

Clo. Come away, come away, death, Sir To. Let's to bed, knigbt.-Thou hadst need And in sad cypress let me be laid; send for more money.

Fly away, fly away, breath; Sir And. If I cannot recover your niece, I am I am slain by a fair cruel maid. a foul way out.

My shroud of white, stuck all with yew, Sir To. Send for money, knight ; if thou hast

O prepare it ; ber not i'the end, call me Cut. I

My part of death no one so true Sir And. If I do not, never trust me, take it

Did share it. how you will.

Not a fiower, not a flower sweet, Sir To. Come, come ; l'll go burn some sack, 'tis too late to go to bed now : come, knight ;

On my black cojin let there be strown ;

Noi a friend, not a friend greet come, Lnight.

(Exeunt.

My poor corpse, where my bones shall be

thrown : SCENE IV-A Room in the DUKE's Palace.

A thousand thousand sighs to save, Enter DUKE, VIOLA, CURIO, and others.

Lay me, o where

Sad true lover ne'er find my grure, Duke. Give me some music :--Now, good

To ueep there. morrow, friends :

Duke. There's for thy pains. • Bye-word. + infornias.

1 Affected. $ The row of grass left by a mower.

• Countenance.

+ Lace maker.. I Amazon.

9 Horse
Simple truth,

| Times of simplicity.

an a 85.

Clo. No pains, Sir; I take pleasure in sing- Sir To. Would'st thou not be glad to bave the ing, s.r.

niggardly rascally sheep-biter come by come likDuke. I'll pay thy pleasure then.

table slaine ? C'lo. Truly, Sir, and pleasare will be paid, Fab. I would exult, man : you know, he one time or another.

brought me out of favour with my lady, about a Duke. Give me now leave to leave thee. bear-baiting here.

Clo. Now, the melancholy god protect thee; Sir To. To anger him, we'll have the bear and the tailor make thy doublet of cbangeable again ; and we will fool him black and blue :taffata, for thy mind is a very opal. - I would shall we not, Sir Andrew ? have men of such constancy put to sea, that their Sir And. Au we do not, it is pity of our lives. business might be every thing, and their intent

Enter MARIA. every where ; for that's it, that always makes a good voyage of nothing.–Farewell.

Sir To. Here comes the little villain :-How

(Exit Clown. now, my nettle of India ? Duke. Let all the rest give place.-

Mar. Get ye all three into the box-tree : (Exeunt CURIO and Attendants. Malvolio's coming down this walk ; he bas been Once more, Cesario,

yonder i'the sun, practising bebaviour to bis own Get thee to yon’ same sovereign cruelty :

shadow this half hour : observe him, for the Tell her my love, more noble than the world, love of mockery ; for I know this letter will make Prizes not quantity of dirty lands;

a contemplative ideot of him. Close, in the The parts that foriune hath bestow'd upon her, name of jesting! (The men hide themselres.] Tell her, I hold as giddily as fortune;

Lie thou there; (ihrows down a letter.) for But 'tis that miracle, and queen of gems,

here comes the treat that must be caught with That uature pranks + her iii, attracts my soul. tickling

[Exit MARIA. Vio. But, if sbe cannot love you, Sir ?

Enter MALVOLIO.
Duke. I cannot be so answer'd.
Vio. 'Sooth, but you must.

Mal. 'Tis but fortune ; all is fortune. Maria Say, that some lady, as, perbaps, there is,

once told nie, she did affect me : and I have

heard herself come thus near, that, sbould she Hath for your love as great a pang of beart As you have for Olivia : you cannot love her ;

fancy,

should be one of my complexion. You tell her so ; Must she not then be answer'a ? Besides, sbe uses me with a more exalted respect Duke. There is no woman's sides,

than any one else that follows her. What should

I think on't ?
Can bide the beating of so strong a passion

Sir To. Here's an over.weening rogue !
As love doth give my heart : no woman's heart
So big, to hold so much ; tbey lack retention.

Fab. O peace! Contemplation makes a rare Alas I their love may be call'd appetite,

turkey-cock of him; bow he jets t under his

advanced plumes ! No motion of the liver, but the palate,

Sir And. 'Slight, I could so beat the rogue : That cuffer surfeit, cloyment, and revolt;

Sir To. Peace, I say. But mine is all as hungry as the sea,

Mal. To be Count Malvolio ; And can digest as much : make no compare

Sir To. Ah! rogue ! Between that love a woman can bear me,

Sir And. Pistoi him, pistol him.
And that I owe Olivia.

Sir To. Peace, prace !
Vio. Ay, but I know,-.
Duke. What dost thou know?

Mal. Tbere is example for't ; the lady of the V'lo. Too well what love women to men may strachy married the yeoman of the wardrobe.

Sir And. Fie on him, Jezebel !
Owe:
In faith, they are as true of heart as we.

Fab. O peace I now he's deeply in ; look, how My father had a daughter lov'd a man,

imagination blows t him. As it might be, perbaps, were I a woman,

Mal. Having been three months married to I should your lordship.

her, sitting in my state, sDuke. And what's her history?

Sir To. Ob! for a stone-bow, to hit him iu Vio. A blank, my lord : She never told her love,

Mál. Calling my officers about me, in my But let concealment, like a worm i'the bud,

branched velvet gown : having come from a day. Feed on her damask cheek : she piu'd in thought, bed, ll where I left Olivia sleeping :

Sir To. Fire and brimstone ! And, with a green and yellow melancholy,

Fab. O peace, peace ! She sat like Patience on a monument,

Mal. And then to have the humour of state : Smiling at grief. Was not this love, indeed ? We men may say more, swear more: but, in- and after a demure travel of regard, -telling

them, I know my place, as I would they should deed, Our shows are more than will; for still we do their's, --o ask for my kinsman Toby :

Sir To. Bolts and shackles ! prove Much in our vows, but little in our love.

Fab. O peace, peace, peace I now, now. Duke. But died iby sister of her love, my start, make out for him: V'frown the while;

Mal. Seven of my people, with an obedient boy? Vio. I am all the daughters of my father's and, percbance, wind up my watch, or play house,

with (nut :

rich jewel. Toby approaches; And all the brothers too ;--and yet I know

court'sies there to me : Sir, shall I to this lady?

Sir To. Sball this fellow live ? Duke. Ay, that's the theme.

Fab. Though our silence be drawn from us To her in haste; give ber this jewel ; say,

with ears, yet peace. My love can give no place, bide no denay. 1

Mal. 1 extend my hand to him thus, quench. (Exeunt.

ing my familiar smile with an austere regard of

control : SCENE V.-OLIVIA's Garden.

Sir To. And does not Toby take you a blow

o'the lips then ? Enter Sir Toby Belch, Sir ANDREW AGUE- Mal. Saying, Cousin Toby, my fortunes har. CHEEK, and FABIAN.

ing me on your niece, give me this preSir To. Come thy ways, Signior Fabian,

rogative of speech :Fab. Nay, I'll come; if I lose a scruple of

Sir To. What, what I this sport, let me be boiled to death with me.

Mal. You must amend your drunkenness. lancholy.

Sir To. Out, scab I
• Love.

Struts. • A precious stone of all colours. + Deck,

Puffs him up.

Stare chain 1 Denial.

| Couch

the eye.

some

Fab. Nay, patience, or we break the sinews, thy humble slough,' and appear fresh. Be of our plot.

opposite with a kinsman, surly with servants : Mal. Besides, you waste the treasure of lei thy tongue tang arguments of state ; put your time with a foolish knight;

thyself into the trick of singularity: She Sir And. That's me, I warrant you.

thus advises thee, that sighs for thee. ReMal. One Sir Andrew:

member who commended thy yellow stockings : Sir And. I knew, 'twas 1; for many do call and wished to see thee ever cross-gartered : 1 me fool.

say, remember.

Go to; thou art made, if Mal. What employment have we here? thou desirest to be so; if not, let me see thee

[Taking up the letter. a steward still, the fellow of servants, and Fab. Now is the woodcock near the gin. not worthy to touch fortune's fingers. Fare

Sir To. O peacel and the spirit of humours well. She that would alter services with intimate reading aloud to bim!

thee.

The fortunate-unhappy. Mal. By my life, that is my lady's band : Day-light and champiant discovers not more : these be her very ("s, ber U's, and her T's; this is open. I will be proud, I will read poand thus makes she ber çreat P's. It is, in litic authors, I will baffle Sir Toby, I will wash Contempt of question, her hand.

off gross acquaintance, I will be point-device, t Sir And. Her C's, her U's, and her T's: the very man. I do not now fool myself, to let Why that?

imagination jade me; for every reason excites Mal. Reads.) To the unknown beloved, to this, that my lady loves me. She did comthis, and my good wishes : her very phrases !- mend my yellow stockings of late, she did praise By your leave, wax.-Soft!-and the impressure my leg being cross-gartered ; and ju this she her Lucrece, with which she uses to seal : 'tis manifests herself to my love, and, with a kind my lady: To whom should this be ?

of injunction, drives me to these habits of her Fab. This wins bim, liver and all.

liking. I thank my stars, I am happy. I will Mal. (Reads.] Jove knows, I love :

be strange, stout, in yellow stockings, and crossBut who?

gartered, even with the swiftness of putting on. Lips do not move,

Jove and my stars be praised ]-Here is yet a No man must know.

postscript. Thou canst not choose but know No man must know.—What follows ? the num- who I am. If thou entertainest my love, let bers altered - No man must know :-If this it appear in thy smiling; thy smiles beshould be thee, Malvolio ?

come thee well : therefore in my presence Sir To. Marry, bang thee, brock ! .

still smile, dear my sweet, I pr'ythee. Jove, Mal. I may command where I adore : I thank thee.-1 will smile; I will do every But silence, like a Lucrece knife, thing that thou wilt bave me.

(Exit. With bloodless stroke my heart doth gore : Fab. I will not give my part of this sport for M, O, A, I, doth sway my life.

a pension of thousands to be paid from the Fab. A fustian riddle !

Sophy. Sir To. Excellent wench, say I.

Sir To. I could marry this wench for this deMal. M,0, A, I, doth suay my life.---Nay, vice. but first, let me see,-let me see,- let me see. Sir And. So could I too.

Fab. What a dish of poison has she dressed Sir To. And ask no other dowry with ber, him !

but such another jest. Sir To. And with what wing the stannyel + checks I at it!

Enter MARIA. Mal. I may command where I adore. Why, Sir And. Nor I neither. she may command me: I serve her, she is my Fab. Here comes my noble gull-catcher. lady. Why, this is evident to any formal capacity. Sir To. Wilt thou set thy foot o' my neck ? There is no obstruction in this ; -- And the end, Sir And. Or o' mine either ? What should that alphabetical position portend ? Sir To. Shall I play my freedom at tray-trip, If I could make ibat resemble sometbing in me, and become thy bond-slave ? -Softly !-M,0, 1, 1.

Sir And. I'faith, or I either. Sir To. O ay! make up that:-he is now at a Sir To. Why, thou hast put him in such a cold scent.

dream, that, when the image of it leaves bim, Fab. Sowter will cry upon't, for all this, be must run mad. longh it be as rank as a fox.

Mar. Nay, but say true; does it work upon Mal. M,-Malvolio ;-M,—why, that begins bim? iny name.

Sir To. Like agna-vitæ with a midwife. Fab. Did not I say, he would work it out? Mar. If you will then see the fruits of the the cur is excellent at faults.

sport, mark his first approach before my lady: Jal. M,-But then there is no consonaney be will come to her in yellow stockings, and 'lis in the sequel ; that suffers under probation : A a colour she abhors; and cross-gartered, a sbould follow, but ( does.

fashion she detests; and he will sınile upon her, Fab. And 0 shall end, I hope.

which will now be so unsuitable to her disposi. Sir To. Ay, or I'll cudgel him, and make him tion, being addicted to a melancholy as she is,

that it cannot but turn bim into a notable conMal. And then I comes behind;

tempt : if you will see it, follow me. Fub. Ay, an you had any eye behind you, you Sir To. To the gates of Tartar, thou most might see more detraction at your heels, than excellent devil of wit ! fortunes before you.

Sir And. I'll make one too. (Exeunt. Mul. M,0, A, 1;-This simulation is not as the former -and yet, to crush this a little, it would bow to me, for every one of these letters are in my naine. Soft; here follows prose.

ACT III. If this fall into thy hand, revolve. In my stars I am above thee; but be not afraid of

SCENE 1.-OLIVIA's Garden. greatness : Some are born great, some achieve greatness, and some have greatness thrust

Enter Viola and Clown with a tabor. u pon them. Thy fates open their hands ; let Vio. Save thee, friend, and thy music : Dost thy blood and spirit embrace them. And, to thou live by thy tabor ? inure thyself to what thou art like to be, cast Clo. No, Sir, I live by the church.

cry 0.

+ llaw

• Badger.

Flys at it. 6 Name of a hound.

• Skin of a snake. I Open country.

Utmost exactness. A boy's diversion three and irip. | Dwolle.

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