For youth is bought more oft, than begg'd or bor row'd. I speak too loud. Where is Malvolio ?-he is sad and civil, 1 And suits well for a servant with my fortunes :- Mar. He's coming, madam; but in very strange manner. He is sure possessed, madam. Oli. Why, what's the matter? does he rave? Mar. No, madam, he does nothing but smile: your ladyship were best to have some guard about you, if he come; for, sure, the man is tainted in 's wits. Oli. Go call him hither.-I'm as mad as he, If sad and merry madness equal be.— Enter MALVOLIO. How now, Malvolio? Mal. Sweet lady, ho, ho. Oli. Smilest thou? [smiles fantastically. I sent for thee upon a sad occasion. Mal. Sad, lady? I could be sad. This does make some obstruction in the blood, this crossgartering; but what of that? if it please the eye of one, it is 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 1 Solemn and grave. 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? Mal. To bed? ay, sweetheart; and I'll come to thee. 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 ? Mal. Be not afraid of greatness: '-'Twas well writ. Oli. What meanest thou by that, Malvolio? Mal. And some have greatness thrust upon Oli. Heaven restore thee ! them.' Mal. Remember, who commended thy yellow stockings,' Oli. Thy yellow stockings? Mal. And wished to see thee cross-gartered.' Oli. Cross-gartered? Mal. Go to: thou art made, if thou desirest to be so; Oli. Am I made? Mal. If not, let me see thee a servant still.' Oli. Why, this is very midsummer madness.1 Enter SERVANT. Ser. Madam, the young gentleman of the count Orsino's is returned; I could hardly entreat him back he attends your ladyship's pleasure. : Oli. I'll come to him. [Exit Servant.] Good Maria, let this fellow be looked to. Where's my cousin Toby? Let some of my people have a special care of him I would not have him miscarry 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 thy humble slough,' says she;-be opposite with a kinsman, surly with servants;-let thy tongue tang with arguments of state;-put thyself into the trick of singularity; '—and, consequently, sets down the manner how; as, a sad face, a reverend carriage, a slow tongue, in the habit of some sir of note, and so forth. I have limed her; but it is Jove's doing, and Jove make me thankful! And, when she went away now, 'Let this fellow be looked to.' Fellow! 3 not Malvolio, nor after my degree, but fellow. 2 Hot weather often injures the brain, to which, perhaps, allusion is here made. 2 Entangled her, as a bird is caught with birdlime. 3 Companion. Why, every thing adheres together; that no dram of a scruple, no scruple of a scruple, no obstacle, no incredulous or unsafe circumstance,- -What can be said? Nothing, that can be, can come between me and the full prospect of my hopes. Well, Jove, not I, is the doer of this, and he is to be thanked. Re-enter MARIA, with SIR TOBY BELCH and FABIAN. Sir To. Which way is he, in the name of sanctity? If all the devils in hell be drawn in little, and Legion himself possessed him, yet I'll speak to him. Fab. Here he is, here he is.-How is 't with you, sir? how is 't with you, man? Mal. Go off; I discard you; let me enjoy my private: go off. Mar. Lo, how hollow the fiend speaks within him! did not I tell you?-Sir Toby, my lady prays you to have a care of him. Mal. Ah, ha! does she so? Sir To. Go to, go to; peace, peace, we must deal gently with him; let me alone. How do you, Malvolio? how is 't with you? What, man! defy the devil: consider, he 's an enemy to mankind. Mal. Do you know what you say? Mar. La you, an you speak ill of the devil, how he takes it at heart! Pray God, he be not bewitched! Fab. Carry his water to the wise woman. Mar. Marry, and it shall be done to-morrow morning, if I live. My lady would not lose him for more than I'll say. |