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Vio. He nam'd Sebastian : I my brother would not be in some of your coats for twoknow pence.
[Exit. Yet living in my glass; even such, and so, Sir To. (Holding Sebastian.) Come on, In favour was my brother; and he went sir ; hold ! Soll in this fashion, colour, ornament,
Sir And. Nay, let him alone: I'll go anFor him I imitate :-0, if it prove,
other way to work with him : I'll have an Tempests are kind, and sali waves fresh in action of battery against him, if there be any love!
[Exit. law in Illyria : though I struck him first, yet Sir To. A very dishonest paltry boy, and it's no matter for that. more a coward than a hare : his dishonesty Seb. Let go thy hand. appears in leaving his friend here in necessity, Sir To. Come, sir, I will not let you go. and denying him ; and for his cowardship, Come, my young soldier, put up you iron : ask Fabian.
[ligious in it. you are well fleshed ; come on. Fab. A coward, a most devout coward, re- Seb. I will be free from thee. [Disengaging Sir And. 'Slid, I'll after him again, and himself.] What wouldst thou now? beat him.
[draw thy sword. If thoudar'st tempt me farther, draw thy sword. Sir To. Do; cuff him soundly, but never Şir To. What, what! Nay then, I must Sir And. An I do not,-
(Exit. have an ounce or two of this malapert blood Fab. Come, let's see the event.
[Draws. Sir To. I dare lay any money 'twill be no.
Enter Olivia. [Exeunt. Oli. Hold, Toby! on thy life, I charge thee, Sir To. Madam
(hold ! Oli. Will it be ever thus ? Ungracious ACT IV.
Fit for the mountains and the barbarous caves, SCENE I.— The Street adjoining Olivia's Where manners ne'er were preach'd. Out of House.
my sight! Enter Sebastian and Clown.
Be not offended, dear Cesario.
Rudesby, be gone!- I pr’ythee, gentle friend, Clo. Will you make me believe that I am (Exeunt Sir Toby, Sir Andrew, and Fabian, not sent for you?
Let thy fair wisdom, not thy passion, sway Seb. Go to, go to, thou art a foolish fellow: In this uncivil and unjust extent Let me be clear of thee.
Against thy peace. Go with me to my house ; Clo. Well held out, i' faith! No, I do not And hear thou there how many fruitless pranks
you ; nor I am not sent to you by my This ruffian hath botch'd up, that thou thereby lady
, to bid you come speak with her; nor May'st smile at this : thou shalt not choose your name is not master Cesario; nor this is not my nose neither.-Nothing that is so, is so. Do not deny. Beshrew his soul for me, Seb. I prythee, vent thy folly somewhere else: He started one poor heart of mine in thee. Thou know'st not me.
Seb. What relish is in this ? how runs the Clo. Vent my folly! He has heard that stream? word of some great man, and now applies it Or I am mad, or else this is a dream :to a fool. Vent my folly! I am afraid this Let fancy still my sense in Lethe steep ;. great lubber, the world, will prove a cockney. If it be thus to dream, still let me sleep! -1 pr’ythee now, ungird thy strangeness, and Oli. Nay, come,
Would tell me what I shall vent to my lady: shall I thou'dst be rul'd by me ! Fent to her that thou art coming ?
Seb. Madam, I will. Seb. I prythee, foolish Greek, depart from me: Oli.
O, say so and so be There's money for thee: if you tarry longer,
[Exeunt. Clo. By my troth, thou hast an open hand.
SCENE II.-A Room in Olivia's House. These wise men, that give fools money, get Enter Maria and Clown ; Malvolio in a dark themselves a good report after fourteen years'
Mar. Nay, I pr'ythee, put on this gown, Enter Sir Andrew Aguecheek, Sir Toby and this beard ; make him believe thou art Sir Belch, and Fabian.
Topas, the curate : do it quickly ; I'll call Sir Sir And. Now, sir, have I met you again ? Toby the whilst.
[Exit. (Striking Sebastian. Clo. Well, I'll put it on, and I will dissemble Set
. Why, there's for thee, and there, and myself in't ; and I would I were the first that there.-[Beating Sir Andrew.] Are all the ever dissembled in such a gown. I am not people mad?
tall enough to become the function well; nor Sir To. Hold, sir, or I'll throw your dagger lean enough to be thought a good student :
but to be said an honest man and a good Cho. This will I tell my lady straight: I housekeeper, goes as fairly as to say a careful
but go :
I shall give worse payment,
there's for you.
o'er the house.
man and a great scholar. The competitors Mar. Thou might'st have done this without eller.
thy beard and gown : he sees thee not. Enter Sir Toby Belch and Maria. Sir To. To him in thine own voice, and Sir To. Jove bless thee, master parson. bring me word how thou findest him: I would
Clv. Bonos dies, Sir Toby: for, as the old we were well rid of this knavery. If he may hermit of Prague, that never saw pen and ink, be conveniently delivered, I would he were ; very wittily said to a niece of king Gorboduc, for I am now so far in offence with my niece, “ That, that is, is ;" so I, being master parson, that I cannot pursue with any safety this sport am master parson; for, what is that, but that? to the upshot. Come by and by to my chamand is, but is?
(Exeunt Sir Toby and Maria. Sir To. To him, Sir Topas.
Clo. (Singing.) “Hey Robin, jolly Robin, Clo. [At the door of Malvolio's room.] What
Tell me how thy lady does." ho! I say,-peace in this prison !
Mal. Fool, Sir To. The knave counterfeits well ; a Clu. (Singing.) “My lady is unkind, good knave.
[perdy." Mal. [Within.) Who calls there?
Clo. (Singing.] “ Alas, why is she so ?" Clo. Sir Topas, the curate, who comes to
Mal, Fool, I say, — visit Malvolio the lunatic.
Clo. (Singing:] She loves another"-Who Mal, Sir Topas, Sir Topas, good Sir Topas, calls, ha? go to my lady.
Mal. Good fool, as ever thou wilt deserve Clo. Out, hyperbolical fiend ! how vexest well at my hand, help me to a candle, and thou this man! Talkest thou nothing but of pen, ink, and paper : as I am a gentleman, I ladies?
will live to be thankful to thee for't. Sir To. Well said, master parson.
Clo. Master Malvolio ? Mal. (IVithin.] Sir Topas, never was Mal. Ay, good fool. man thus wronged : good Sir Topas, do not Clo. Alas, sir, how fell you beside your five think I am mad : they have laid me here in Mal. Fool, there was never man so notorihideous darkness.
ously abused : I am as well in my wits, fool, Clo. Fie, thou dishonest Satan ! I call thee as thou art. by the most modest terms; for I am one of Clo. But as well? then you are mad indeed, those gentle ones, that will use the devil him- if you be no better in your wits than a fool. self with courtesy: say'st thou that house is Mal. They have here propertied me; keep dark ?
me in darkness, send ministers to me, -asses ! Mal. As hell, Sir Topas.
---and do all they can to face me out of my Clo. Why, it hath bay-windows transparent wits. as barricadoes, and the clear stories toward the Clo. Advise you what you say ; the minister south-north are as lustrous as ebony; and yet is here.-Malvolio, Malvolio, thy wits the complainest thou of obstruction ?
heavens restore ! endeavour thyself to sleep, Mal. I am not mad, Sir Topas : I say to and leave thy vain bibble babble. you, this house is dark.
Mal. Sir Topas, Clo. Madman, thou errest: I say, there is Clo. Maintain no words with him, good no darkness but ignorance ; in which thou fellow.-Who, I, sir ? not I, sir. God b' wi art more puzzled than the Egyptians in their you, good Sir Topas.—Marry, amen.--I will, fog
sir, I will. Mal. I say, this house is as dark as ignor- Mal. Fool, fool, fool, I say, ance, though ignorance were as dark as hell ; Clo. Alas, sir, be patient. What say you, and I say, there was never man thus abused. sir? I am shent for speaking to you. I am no more mad than you are : make the Mal. Good fool, help me to some light, and trial of it in any constant question.
some paper : I tell thee, I am as well in my Clo. What is the opinion of Pythagoras con- wits as any man in Illyria. cerning wild-fowl ?
Clo. Well-a-day, that you were, sir ! Mal. That the soul of our grandam might Mal. By this hand, I am. Good fool, some haply inhabit a bird.
ink, paper, and light ; and convey what I will Clo. What thinkest thou of his opinion ? set down to my lady: it shall advantage thee
Mal. I think nobly of the soul, and no way more than ever the bearing of letter did. approve his opinion.
Clo. I will help you to't. But tell me true, Clo. Fare thee well. Remain thou still in are you not mad indeed ? or do you but darkness : thou shalt hold the opinion of counterfeit? Pythagoras, ere I will allow of thy wits; and Mal. Believe me, I am not ; I tell thee true. fear to kill a woodcock, lest thou dispossess Clo. Nay, I'll ne'er believe a madman tiil I the soul of thy grandam. Fare thee well. see his brains. I will fetch you light, and Mal. Sir Topas ! Sir Topas !
paper, and ink. Sir To. My most exquisite Sir Topas ! Mal. Fool, I'll requite it in the highest Clo. Nay, I am for all waters.
degree : I prythee, be gone.
SCENE I.-The Street before Olivia's House.
Enter Clown and Fabian.
Fab. Now, as thou lovest me, let me see his
Clo. Good Master Fabian, grant me anWho, with dagger of lath,
other request. In his rage and his wrath,
Clo. Do not desire to see this letter.
Fab. This is, to give a dog, and, in recom-
pense, desire my dog again.
Enter Duke, Viola, and Attendants.
Duke. Belong you to the Lady Olivia,
friends? SCENE III.--Olivia's Garden.
Clo. Ay, sir; we are some of her trappings.
Duke. I know thee well : how dost thou, my Enter Sebastian.
good fellow? Seb. This is the air ; that is the glorious sun ; Clo. Truly, sir, the better for my foes, and This pearl she gave me, I do feel't and see't : the worse for my friends. And though 'tis wonder that enwraps me thus, Duke. Just the contrary; the better for thy Yet'tis not madness. Where's Antonio, then? Clo. No, sir ; the worse.
[friends. I could not find him at the Elephant :
Duke. How can that be ? Yet there he was ; and there I found this credit, Clo. Marry, sir, they praise me, and make That he did range the town to seek me out. an ass of me; now my foes tell me plainly I His counsel now might do me golden service : am an ass ; so that by my foes, sir, I profit in For though my soul disputes well with my sense, the knowledge of myself; and by my friends I That this may be some error, but no madness, am abused : so that, conclusions to be as Yet doth this accident and flood of fortune kisses, if your four negatives make your two So far exceed all instance, all discourse, affirmatives, why then, the worse for my friends, That I am ready to distrust mine eyes, and the better for
foes. And wrangle with my reason, that persuades me Duke. Why, this is excellent. To any other trust but that I am mad ; Clo. By my troth, sir, no; though it please Or else the lady's mad ; yet, if 'twere so, you to be one of my friends. She could not sway
her house, command her Duke. Thou shalt not be the worse for me : followers,
there's gold. Take and give back affairs, and their despatch, Clo. But that it would be double-dealing, With such a smooth, discreet, and stable bear- sir, I would you could make it another. ing.
Duke. O, you give me ill counsel. As I perceive she does : there's something in't Clo. Put your grace in your pocket, sir, for That is deceivable. But here the lady comes. this once, and let your flesh and blood obey it. Enter Olivia and a Priest.
Duke. Well, I will be so much a sinner to Oli. Blame not this haste of mine. If you be a double-dealer : there's another. mean well,
Clo. Primu, secundo, tertio, is a good play: Now go with me, and with this holy man, and the old saying is, The third pays for all : Into the chantry by : there, before him, the triplex, sir, is a good tripping measure; or Ard underneath that consecrated roof, the bells of St Bennet, sir, may put you in Pught me the full assurance of your faith ; mind,-One, two, three. That my most jealous and too doubtful soul Duke. You can fool no more money out of May live at peace : he shall conceal it, me at this throw : if you will let your lady Whiles you are willing it shall come to note, know I am here to speak with her, and bring What time we will our celebration keep, her along with you, it may awake my bounty According to my birth.-What do you say? further. Seb. I'll follow this good man, and go with Clo. Marry, sir, lullaby to your bounty, till you ;
I come again. I go, sir ; but I would not And, having sworn truth, ever will be true. have you to think that my desire of having is Ofi. Then lead the way, good father ;-and the sin of covetousness : but, as you say, sir, heavens so shine,
let your bounty take a nap, I will awake it anon. That they may fairly note this act of mine !
(Exit. (Exeunt. Vio. Here comes the man, sir, that did
Enter Antonio and Officers.
As black as Vulcan in the smoke of war: Cesario, you do not keep promise with me. A bawbling vessel was he captain of,
Vio. Madam! For shallow draught and bulk unprizable ;) Duke. Gracious Olivia, With which such scathful grapple did he make Oli. What do you say, Cesario ?-Good my With the most noble bottom of our fleet,
(me. That very envy, and the tongue of loss,
Vio. My lord would speak; my duty hushes Cried fame and honour on him.--What's the Oli. If it be aught to the old tune, my lord, matter?
It is as fat and fulsome to mine ear, 1 Of. Orsino, this is that Antonio
As howling after music.
Still so cruel ?
Oli. Still so constant, lord.
(lady, And this is he that did the Tiger board, Duke. What, to perverseness ? you uncivil When your young nephew Titus lost his leg : To whose ingrate and unauspicious altars Here in the streets, desperate of shame and My soul the faithfull'st offerings hath breath'd state,
out, In private brabble did we apprehend him. That e'er devotion tender'd! What shall I do? Vio. He did me kindness, sir ; drew on my Oli. Even what it please my lord, that shall side ;
(do it, Lut, in conclusion, put strangespeech upon me, Duke. Why should I not, had I the heart to I know not what 'twas, but distraction. Like to the Egyptian thief at point of death,
Duke. Notable pirate! thou salt-water thief! Kill what I love? a savage jealousy, (this: What foolish boldness brought thee to their That sometimes savours nobly.—But hear me mercies,
Since you to non-regardance cast my faith, Whom thou, in terms so bloody and so dear, And that I partly know the instrument Hast made thine enemies?
That screws me from my true place in your Ant.
Orsino, noble sir, favour, Be pleas'd that I shake off these names you Live you, the marble-breasted tyrant, still ; give me ;
But this your minion, whom I know you love, Antonio never yet was thief or pirate, And whom, by heaven I swear, I tender dearly, Though, I confess, on base and ground enough, Him will I tear out of that cruel eye, Orsino's enemy. A witchcraft drew me hither ; Where he sits crowned in his master's spite. That most ingrateful boy there, by your side. Come, boy, with me; my thoughts are ripe in From the rude sea's enraged and foamy mouth mischief : Did I redeem ; a wreck past hope he was ; I'll sacrifice the lamb that I do love, His life I gave him, and did thereto add To spite a raven's heart within a dove. My love, without retention or restraint,
(Going All his in dedication ; for his sake
Vio. And I, most jocund, apt, and willingly, Did I expose myself, pure for his love, To do you rest, a thousand deaths would die. Into the danger of this adverse town ;
[Following: Drew to defend him when he was beset : Oli. Where goes Cesario ? Where being apprehended, his false cunning Vio
After him I love (Not meaning to partake with me in danger) More than I love these eyes, more than my life, Taught him to face me out of his acquaintance, More, by all mores, than e'er I shall love wife. And grew a twenty-years-removed thing, If I do feign, you witnesses above While one would wink; denied me mine own Punish my life for tainting of my love ! purse,
Oli. Ah me, detested ! how am I beguild! Which I had recommended to his use
Vio. Who does beguile you? who does do Not half an hour before.
How can this be? Oli. Hast thou forgot thyself? Is it so Duke. When came he to this town? Call forth the holy father. Ant. To-day, my lord; and for three
[Exit an Attendant. months before,
Duke. [To Viola.] Come away. (No interim, not a minute's vacancy.)
Oli. Whither, my lord ?--Cesario, husband, Both day and night did we keep company.
Duke. Husband ?
[stay Duke. Here comes the countess :
Oli. Ay, husband; can he that deny? heaven walks on earth.-
Duke. Her husband, sirrah?
No, my lord, not I. But for thee, fellow,-fellow, thy words are Oli. Alas, it is the baseness of thy fear madness :
That makes thee strangle thy propriety: Three months this youth hath tended upon me; Fear not, Cesario ; take thy fortunes up ; But more of that anon.- Take him aside. Be that thou know'st thou art, and then thou Oli. What would my lord, but that he may As great as that thou fear'st.-
(art not have,
Re-enter Attendant with Priest. Wherein Olivia may seem serviceable?
O, welcome, father!
Father, I charge thee, by thy reverence, Sir And. I'll help you, Sir Toby, because
[look'd to. Priest. A contract of eternal bond of love, Oli. Get him to bed, and let his hurt be Confirm'd by mutual joinder of your hands, [Excunt Clown, Sir Toby, and Sir Andrew. Attested by the holy close of lips,
Enter Sebastian. Strengthend by interchangement of your rings; Seb. I am sorry, madam, I have hurt your And all the ceremony of this compact
kinsman ; Seal'd in my function, by my testimony : But, had it been the brother of my blood, Since when, my watch hath told me, toward I must have done no less with wit and safety. my grave
You throw a strange regard upon me, and by I have travell'd but two hours.
I do perceive it hath offended you : (that Duke. (), thou dissembling cub! what wilt Pardon me, sweet one, even for the vows thou be
We made each other but so late ago, When time hath sow'd a grizzle on thy case ? Duke. One face, one voice, one habit, and Or will not else thy craft so quickly grow,
two persons ; That thine own trip shall be thine overthrow? A natural perspective, that is, and is not ! Farewell, and take her; but direct thy feet Seb. Antonio ! O my dear Antonio ! Where thou and I henceforth may never meet. How have the hours rack'd and tortur'd me, Vio. My lord, I do protest; -,
Since I have lost thee ! Oli,
0, do not swear ! Ant. Sebastian are you? Hold little faith, though thou hast too much Seb.
Fear'st thou that, Antonio ? fear.
Ant. How have you made division of yourEnter Sir Andrew Aguecheek, with his head self ?-broken.
An apple, cleft in two, is not more twin Sir And. For the love of God, a surgeon! Than these two creatures. Which is Sebastian? send one presently to Sir Toby.
Oli. Most wonderful !
[brother; Oli. What's the matter.
Seb. Do I stand there? I never had a Sir And. He has broke my head across, Nor can there be that deity in my nature, and has given Sir Toby a bloody coxcomb Of here and everywhere. I had a sister, too : for the love of God, your help! I had Whom the blind waves and surges have derather than forty pound I were at home.
(me? Oli, Who has done this, Sir Andrew ? [To Viola.] Of charity, what kin are you to Sir And. The count's gentleman, one What countryman ? what name? what parentCesario : we took him for a coward, but he's
(father ; the very devil incardinate.
Vin. Of Messaline : Sebastian was my Duke. My gentleman, Cesario ?
Such a Sebastian was my brother too, Sir And. Od's lifelings, here he is !-- You So went he suited to his wat'ry tomb: broke my head for nothing; and that that I If spirits can assume but form and suit, did, I was set on to do't by Sir Toby. You come to fright us. Vio. Why do you speak to me? I never Seb.
A spirit I am, indeed ; hurt you:
But am in that dimension grossly clad, You drew your sword upon me, without cause ; Which from the womb I did participate. But I bespake you fair, and hurt you not. Were you a woman, as the rest goes even,
Sir And. If a bloody coxcomb be a hurt, I should my tears let fall upon your cheek, you have hurt me: I think you set nothing by And say- - Thrice welcome, drowned Viola! a bloody coxcomb.-Here comes Sir Toby Vio. My father had a mole upon his brow, --halting, Enter Sir Toby Belch, drunk, led Seb. And so had mine. by the Clown. 1-you shall hear more: but if Vio. And died that day, when Viola from he had not been in drink, he would have Had number'd thirteen years. [her birth tickled you othergates than he did.
Seb. O, that record is lively in my soul! Duše. How now, gentleman ! how is't with He finished, indeed, his mortal act Sir To. That's all one: he has hurt me, and That day that made my sister thirteen years. there's the end on't.-Sot, didst see Dick sur- Vio. If nothing lets to make us happy both geon, sot?
But this my masculine usurp'd attire, Clo. O, he's drunk, Sir Toby, an hour Do not embrace me till each circumstance agone ; his eyes were set at eight i' the morn- Of place, time, fortune, do cohere and jump, ing
That I am Viola : which to confirm, Sir To. Then he's a rogue, and a passy- I'll bring you to a captain in this town, measures pavin : I hate a drunken rogue. Where lie my maiden weeds ; by whose gentle
Oli. Away with him ! Who hath made help this havoc with them?
I was preserv'd, to serve this noble count.