SCENE III.-A Street.

[Exeunt.

Enter ANTONIO and SEBASTIAN. Seb. I would not, by my will, have troubled you; but, since you make your pleasure of your pains, I will no further chide you.

Ant. I could not stay behind you; my desire, More sharp than filed steel, did spur me forth; And not all love to see you (though so much, As might have drawn one to a longer voyage), But jealousy what might befall your travel, Being skilless in these parts: which to a stranger, Unguided, and unfriended, often prove Rough and unhospitable: my willing love, The rather by these arguments of fear, Set forth in your pursuit.

Seb. My kind Antonio,

I can no other answer make, but, thanks,
And thanks, and ever thanks: often good turns
Are shuffled off with such uncurrent pay:
But, were my worth, as is my conscience, firm,
You should find better dealing. What's to do?
Shall we go see the reliques of this town?

Ant. To-morrow. sir; best, first, go see your
lodging.

Seb. I am not weary, and 'tis long to night;
I pray you, let us satisfy our eyes

With the memorials, and the things of fame,
That do renown this city.

Ant. Would, you'd pardon me;

I do not without danger walk these streets:
Once, in a sea-fight, 'gainst the count his galleys,
I did some service; of such note, indeed,

That, were I ta'en here, it would scarce be answer'd.

Seb. Belike, you slew great number of his people.

Ant. The offence is not of such a bloody nature; Albeit the quality of the time, and quarrel, Might well have given us bloody argument. It might have since been answer'd in repaying What we took from them; which, for traffic's sake, Most of our city did: only myself stood out: For which, if I be lapsed in this place,

I shall pay dear.

Seb. Do not then walk too open.

Ant. It doth not fit me.

[purse;

Hold, sir, here's my

In the south suburbs, at the Elephant,
Is best to lodge; I will bespeak our diet,
Whiles you beguile the time, and feed your know-
ledge,

With viewing of the town; there shall you have me.
Seb. Why I your purse?

[toy

Ant. Haply, your eyes shall light upon some You have desire to purchase; and your store, I think, is not for idle markets, sir. Seb. I'll be your purse-bearer, and leave you for

An hour.

I speak too loud.

Where is Malvolio ?-he is sad, and civil,
And suits well for a servant with my fortunes;
Where is Malvolio?

Mar. He's coming, madam;
But in strange manner.

He is sure possess'd.

Oli. Why, what's the matter? does he rave?
Mar. No, madam,

He does nothing but smile: your ladyship
Were best have guard about you, if he come
For, sure, the man is tainted in his wits.
Oli. Go call him hither.-I am as mad as ho,
If sad and merry madness equal be.—
Enter MALVOLIO.

How now, Malvolio?

Mal. Sweet lady, ho, ho. [Smiles fantastically. Oli. Smil'st thou ?

I sent for thee upon a sad occasion.

Mal. Sad, lady? I could be sad: this does make some obstruction in the blood, this cross-gartering; but what of that, if it please the eye of one, is it with me as the very true sonnet is: "Please one, and please all."

Oli. Why, how dost thou, man? what is the matter with thee?

Mal. Not black in my mind, though yellow in my legs it did come to his hands, and commands shall be executed. I think we do know the sweet Roman hand.

Oli. Wilt thou go to bed, Malvolio? [to thee. Mal. To bed? ay, sweet-heart; and I'll come Oli. God comfort thee! Why dost thou smile so, and kiss thy hand so oft?

Mar. How do you, Malvolio?

Mal. At your request? Yes; nightingales answer daws.

Mar. Why appear you with this ridiculous boldness before my lady? [writ. Mal. "Be not afraid of greatness:"-'twas well Oli. What meanest thou by that, Malvolio? Mal. "Some are born great,"

Oli. Ha?

Mal. "And some have greatness thrust upon Oli. Heaven restore thee!

Mal. " Remember, who commended thy yellow Oli. Thy yellow stockings?

Mal. "And wished to see thee cross-gartered." Oli. Cross-gartered?

[to be so;"

Mal. "Go to: thou art made, if thou desirest Oli. Am I made?

Mal. "If not, let me see thee a servant still." Oli. Why, this is very midsummer madness. Enter Servant.

Ser. Madam, the young gentleman of the Count Orsino's is return'd; I could hardly entreat him back he attends your ladyship's pleasure.

Oli. I'll come to him. [Exit. Servant.] Good Where's my Maria, let this fellow be looked to. cousin Toby? Let some of my people have a special care of him; I would not have him mis carry for the half of my dowry.

[Exeunt OLIVIA and MARIA. Mal. Oh! ho! do you come near me now? no worse man than Sir Toby to look to me? This concurs directly with the letter: she sends him on purpose, that I may appear stubborn to him; for she incites me to that in the letter. "Cast

There's something in me that reproves my fault,
But such a headstrong potent fault it is,
That it but mocks reproof.

[bears, Vio. With the same 'haviour that your passion Go on my master's griefs.

Oli. Here, wear this jewel for me, 'tis my picture; Refuse it not, it hath no tongue to vex you: And, I beseech you, come again to-morrow. What shall you ask of me, that I'll deny; That honour, sav'd, may upon asking give? Vio. Nothing but this, your true love for my [that Oli. How with mine honour may I give him Which I have given to you?

master.

Vio. I will aquit you.

[well: Oli. Well, come again to-morrow: fare thee A fiend, like thee, might bear my soul to hell.

Re-enter Sir TOBY BELCH and FABIAN. Sir To. Gentleman, God save thee. Vio. And you, sir.

[Exit.

Sir To. That defence thou hast, betake thee to't: of what nature the wrongs are thou hast done him, I know not; but thy intercepter, full of despight, bloody as the hunter, attends thee at the orchard end: dismount thy tuck, be yare in thy preparation, for thy assailant is quick, skilful, and deadly.

Vio. You mistake, sir; I am sure no man hath any quarrel to me; my remembrance is very free and clear from any image of offence done to any

man.

Sir To. You'll find it otherwise, I assure you: therefore, if you hold your life at any price, betake you to your guard; for your opposite hath in him what youth, strength, skill, and wrath, can furnish man withal.

Vio. I pray you, sir, what is he?

Sir To. He is knight, dubbed with unhacked rapier, and on carpet consideration; but he is a devil in private brawl: souls and bodies hath he divorced three; and his incensement at this moment is so implacable, that satisfaction can be none but by pangs of death and sepulchre: hob, nob, is his word; give't, or take't.

Vio. I will return again into the house, and desire some conduct of the lady. I am no fighter. I have heard of some kind of men that put quarrels purposely on others, to taste their valour: belike, this is a man of that quirk.

Sir To. Sir, no; his indignation derives itself out of a very competent injury; therefore, get you on, and give him his desire. Back you shall not to the house, unless you undertake that with me, which with as much safety you might answer him: therefore, on, or strip your sword stark naked for meddle you must, that's certain, or forswear to wear iron about you.

Vio. This is as uncivil, as strange. I beseech you, do me this courteous office, as to know of the knight what my offence to him is; it is something of my negligence, nothing of my purpose.

Sir To. I will do so. Signior Fabian stay you by this gentleman till my return. [Exit Sir TOBY. Vio. Pray you, sir, do you know of this matter? Fab. I know the knight is incensed against you, even to a mortal arbitrement; but nothing of the circumstance more.

Vio. I beseech you, what manner of man is he? Fab. Nothing of that wonderful promise, to read him by his form, as you are like to find him in the proof of his valour. He is, indeed, sir, the

most skilful, bloody, and fatal opposite that you could possibly have found in any part of Illyria: will you walk towards him? I will make your peace with him, if I can.

Vio. I shall be much bound to you for't: I am one that would rather go with sir priest than with sir knight: I care not who knows so much of my mettle. [Exeunt

Re-enter Sir TOBY, with Sir ANDREW.

Sir To. Why, man, he's a very devil; I have not seen such a virago. I had a pass with him, rapier, scabbard, and all, and he gives me the stuck-in, with such a mortal motion, that it is inevitable; and on the answer, he pays you a surely as your feet hit the ground they step on they say he has been fencer to the Sophy.

Sir And. Pox on't, I'll not meddle with him Sir To. Ay, but he will not now be pacified Fabian can scarce hold him yonder.

Sir And. Plague on't; an I thought he had been valiant, and so cunning in fence, I'd have seen him damned ere I'd have challenged him. Let him let the matter slip, and I'll give him my horse, gray Capilet.

Sir To. I'll make the motion: Stand here make a good show on't; this shall end without the perdition of souls: marry, I'll ride your horse as well as I ride you. [Aside.

Re-enter FABIAN and VIOLA.

I have persuaded him the youth's a devil.
I have his horse [To FAB.] to take up the quarreli

Fab. He is as horribly conceited of him; and pants, and looks pale as if a bear were at heels. Sir To. There's no remedy, sir; he will fight with you for his oath's sake: marry, he hath better bethought him of his quarrel, and he finds that now scarce to be worth talking of: therefore draw, for the supportance of his vow; he protests, he will not hurt you.

Vio. Pray God defend me! A little thing would make me tell them how much I lack of a [Aside.

man.

Fab. Give ground, if you see him furious. Sir To. Come, Sir Andrew, there's no remedy; the gentleman will, for his honour's sake, have one bout with you: he cannot by the duello avoid it: but he has promised me, as he is a gentleman and a soldier, he will not hurt you. Come on; to't. Sir And. Pray God, he keep his oath! [Draws. Enter ANTONIO.

Vio. I do assure you, 'tis against my will.

[Draws. Ant. Put up your sword;-if this young gentleman

Have done offence, I take the fault on me;
If you offend him, I for him defy you. [Drawing
Sir To. You, sir? why, what are you?
Ant. One, sir, that for his love dares yet do more
Than you have heard him brag to you he will.
Sir To. Nay, if you be an undertaker, I am for
you.
[Draws.

Enter Two OFFICERS.

Fab. O good Sir Toby, hold; here come the officers. Sir To. I'll be with you anon. [To ANTONIO. Vio. Pray, sir, put up your sword, if you please. [To Sir ANDREW.

Sir And. Marry, will I, sir;-and, for that I promised you, I'll be as good as my word: he wal bear you easily, and reins well.

1 Off. This is the man; do thy office. 2 Off. Antonio, I arrest thee at the suit Of Count Orsino.

Ant. You do mistake me, sir.

1 Off. No, sir, no jot; I know your favour well, Though now you have no sea-cap on your head.--Take him away; he knows, I know him well. Ant. I must obey. This comes with seeking you;

But there's no remedy: I shall answer it.
What will you do? Now my necessity
Makes me to ask you for my purse: it grieves me
Much more, for what I cannot do for you,
Than what befalls myself. You stand amaz'd
But be of comfort.

2 Off. Come, sir, away.

Ant. I must entreat of you some of that money. Vio. What money, sir?

For the fair kindness you have show'd me here,
And, part, being prompted by your present trouble,
Out of my lean and low ability

I'll lend you something; my having is not much;
I'll make division of my present with you:
Hold, there is half my coffer.

Ant. Will you deny me now?
Is't possible that my deserts to you

Can lack persuasion? Do not tempt my misery,
Lest that it make me so unsound a man,

As to upbraid you with those kindnesses
That I have done for you.

Vio. I know of none:

Nor know I you by voice, or any feature:
I hate ingratitude more in a man,

Than lying, vainness, babbling, drunkenness,
Or any taint of vice, whose strong corruption
Inhabits our frail blood.

Ant. O heavens themselves!

2 Off. Come, sir, I pray you, go.

Ant. Let me speak a little. This youth that you see here,

I snatch'd one-half out of the jaws of death;
Reliev'd him with such sanctity of love,-

[Exeunt Officers, with ANTONIO Vio. Methinks, his words do from such passion fly,

That he believes himself; so do not I.
Prove true, imagination, O prove true,
That I, dear brother, be now ta'en for you!

Sir To. Come hither, knight; come hither, Fabian; we'll whisper o'er a couplet or two of most sage saws.

Vio. He nam'd Sebastian; I my brother know Yet living in my glass; even such, and So, In favour was my brother; and he went Still in this fashion, colour, ornament, For him I imitate: Oh! if it prove, Tempests are kind, and salt waves fresh in love!

Clo. Well held out, i'faith! No, I do not know you; nor I am not sent to you by my lady, to bid you come speak with her; nor your name is not Master Cesario: nor this is not my nose neither.— Nothing, that is so, is so.

Seb. I pr'ythee, vent thy folly somewhere else; thou know'st not me.

Clo. Vent my folly! he has heard that word of some great man, and now applies it to a fool. Vent my folly! I am afraid this great lubber, the world, will prove a cockney.-I pr'ythee now, ungird thy strangeness, and tell me what I shall vent to my lady; shall I vent to her that thou art coming? Seb. I pr'ythee, foolish Greek, depart from me; There's money for thee; if you tarry longer, I shall give worse payment.

Clo. By my troth, thou hast an open hand:these wise men that give fools money, get themselves a good report after fourteen years' purchase.

Enter Sir ANDREW, Sir TOBY, and FABIAN. Sir And. Now, sir; have I met you again? there's for you.

Seb. Why, there's for there:

Are all the people mad?

[Striking SEBASTIAN. thee, and there, and

[Beating Sir ANDREW.

Sir To. Hold, sir, or I'll throw your dagger o'er the house.

Clo. This will I tell my lady straight; I would not be in some of your coats for two pence.

Sir To. Come on, sir; hold.

[Exit CLOWN.

If thou dar'st tempt me further, draw thy sword.

[Draws. Sir To. What, what? Nay then I must have an ounce or two of this malapert blood from you.

Enter OLIVIA.

[Draws.

Enter MARIA and CLOWN.

Mar. Nay, I pr'ythee, put on this gown, and this beard; make him believe, thou art Sir Topas, the curate; do it quickly: I'll call Sir Toby the whilst.

[Exit MARIA. Clo. Well, I'll put it on, and I will dissemble myself in't; and I would I were the first that ever dissembled in such a gown. I am not fat enough to become the function well; nor lean enough to be thought a good student; but to be said, an honest man and a good housekeeper, goes as fairly, as to say, a careful man, and a great scholar. The competitors enter.

Enter Sir TOBY BELCH and MARIA. Sir To. Jove bless thee, master parson.

Clo. Bonos dies, Sir Toby: for as the old hermit of Prague, that never saw pen and ink, very wittily said to a niece of king Gorboduc, "That, that is, is:" so I, being master parson, am master parson; for what is that, but that? and is, but is? Sir To. To him, Sir Topas.

Clo. What, hoa, I say,-Peace in this prison! Sir To. The knave counterfeits well; a good knave.

Mal. In an inner chamber.] Who calls there? Cl Sir Topas, the curate, who comes to visit Malvoiio the lunatic.

Mal. Sir Topas, Sir Topas, good Sir Topas, go to my lady.

Clo. Out, hyperbolical fiend! how vexest thou his man? talkest thou nothing but of ladies?

Mal. As hell, Sir Topas.

Clo. Why, it hath bay-windows transparent as barricadoes, and the clear stories towards the southnorth are as lustrous as ebony; and yet complainest thou of obstruction?

Mal. I am not mad, Sir Topas; I say to you, this house is dark.

Clo. Madman, thou errest: say there is no darkness, but ignorance! in which thou art more puzzled, than the Egyptians in their fog.

Mal. I say this house is as dark as ignorance, though ignorance were as dark as hell; and I say there was never man thus abused: I am no more mad than you are; make the trial of it in any constant question.

Clo. What is the opinion of Pythagoras, concerning wild-fowl?

Mal. That the soul of our grandam might haply inhabit a bird.

Clo. What thinkest thou of his opinion? Mal. I think nobly of the soul, and no way approve his opinion.

Clo. Fare thee well: remain thou still in darkness thou shalt hold the opinion of Pythagoras, ere I will allow of thy wits; and fear to kill a woodcock, lest thou dispossess the soul of thy grandam. Fare thee well.

Mal. Sir Topas, Sir Topas,

Sir To. My most exquisite Sir Topas !
Clo. Nay, I am for all waters.

Mar. Thou might'st have done this without thy beard, and gown; he sees thee not.

Sir To. To him in thine own voice, and bring me word how thou findest him: I would, we were well rid of this knavery. If he may be conveniently delivered, would he were; for I am now so far in offence with my niece, that I cannot pursue with any safety this sport to the upshot. Come by and by to my chamber.

Clo.

[Exeunt Sir TOBY and MARIA Hey Robin, jolly Robin, Tell me how thy lady does..

Mal. Fool,

Clo. "My lady is ankind, perdy." Mal. Fool,

Clo. "Alas, why is she so ?"

Mal. Fool, I say:

[Singing.

Clo." She loves another"-Who calls, ha?

Mal. Good fool, as ever thou wilt deserve well at my hand, help me to a candle, and pen, ink, and paper; as I am a gentleman, I will live to be thankful to thee for t.