Sir To. I have been dear to him, lad; fome two thoufand ftrong, or fo.

Fab. We fhall have a rare letter from him: but you'll not deliver it.

Sir To. Never truft me then; and by all means ftir on the youth to an answer. I think, oxen and wainropes cannot hale them together. For Andrew, if he were open'd, and you find fo much blood in his liver as will clog the foot of a flea, I'll eat the reft of the anatomy.

Fab. And his oppofite, the youth, bears in his vifage no great prefage of cruelty.

Enter MARIA.

Sir To. Look, where the youngest wren of nine comes*. Mar. If you defire the spleen, and will laugh yourselves into ftitches, follow me: yon' gull Malvolio is turn'd heathen, a very renegado; for there is no chriftian, that means to be faved by believing rightly, can ever believe fuch impoffible paffages of groffnefs. He's in yellow stockings.

Sir To. And cross-garter'd?

Mar. Moft villainously; like a pedant that keeps a fchool i'the church.-I have dogg'd him, like his murtherer: He does obey every point of the letter that I dropp'd to betray him. He does fmile his face into more lines, than is in the new map, with the augmentation of the Indies: you have not feen fuch a thing as 'tis ; I can hardly forbear hurling things at him. I know, my lady

3 And bis oppofite,] Oppofite in our author's time was used as a fubftantive, and fynonymous to adverfary. MALONE.

4 Look, where the youngest wren of nine comes.] The women's parts were then acted by toys, fometimes fo low in ftature, that there was occafion to obviate the impropriety by fuch kind of oblique apologies. WARBURTON.

The wren generally lays nine or ten eggs at a time, and the laft hatch'd of all birds are ufually the fmalleft and weakest of the whole brood. So, in a Dialogue of the Phoenix, &c. by R. Chester, 1601: "The little wren that many young ones brings."

The old copy however reads-wren of mine. STEEVENS. Again, in Sir Philip Sidney's Ourania, a poem, by N. Breton, 1606: "The titmoufe, and the multiplying wren.'

The correction was made by Mr. Theobald. MALONE.

will ftrike him ; if the do, he'll fmile, and take't for a great favour.

Sir To. Come, bring us, bring us where he is. [Exeunt.

Enter ANTONIO and SEBASTIAN.

Seb. I would not, by my will, have troubled you;
But, fince you make your pleasure of your pains,
I will no further chide you.

Ant. I could not ftay behind you; my defire,
More fharp than filed fteel, did spur me forth;
And not all love to see you, (though so much,
As might have drawn one to a longer voyage,)
But jealoufy what might befal your travel,
Being skillefs in thefe parts; which to a ftranger,
Unguided, and unfriended, often prove
Rough and unhofpitable: My willing love,
The rather by these arguments of fear,
Set forth in your purfuit.

Seb. My kind Antonio,

I can no other answer make, but, thanks,
And thanks, and ever thanks: Oft good turns

Are shuffled off with such uncurrent pay:

But, were my worth 7, as is my conscience, firm,

5-I know my lady will ftrike bim ;] We may fuppofe, that in an age when ladies ftruck their fervants, the box on the ear which queen Elizabeth is faid to have given to the earl of Effex, was not regarded as a tranfgreffion against the rules of common behaviour. STEEVENS.

6 And thanks, and ever thanks: Oft good turns-] The fecond thanks, which is not in the old copy, was added by Mr. Theobald, to fupply the metre. He added at the fame time the word and [and oft &c.] unneceffarily. Turns was, I have no doubt, used as a diffyllable. MALONE.

or for.

7 But were my worth,] Worth in this place means wealth or tune. So, in the Winter's Tale:

and he boasts himself

"To have a worthy feeding."

Again, in Jonson's Cynthia's Revels :

"Such as the fatyrift paints truly forth,

“That only to his crimes owes all his worth." MasON.

F 4

You

You should find better dealing. What's to do?
Shall we go fee the relicks of this town?

Ant. To-morrow, fir; beft, firft, go fee your lodging,
Seb. I am not weary, and 'tis long to night;

I pray you, let us fatisfy 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 fea-fight, 'gainst the count his gallies",
I did fome service; of fuch note, indeed,

That, were I ta'en here, it would scarce be answer'd,
Seb. Belike, you flew great number of his people.
Ant. The offence is not of fuch a bloody nature;
Albeit the quality of the time, and quarrel,
Might well have given us bloody argument.
It might have fince been anfwer'd in repaying
What we took from them; which, for traffick's fake,
Most of our city did: only myself stood out:
For which, if I be lapfed in this place,

I fhall pay dear.

Seb. Do not then walk too open.

Ant. It doth not fit me. Hold, fir, here's my purse: In the fouth fuburbs, at the Elephant,

Is beft to lodge: I will befpeak our diet,

Whiles you beguile the time, and feed your knowledge,

With viewing of the town; there fhall you have me.

Seb. Why I your purse?

Ant. Haply, your eye fhall light upon fome toy

You have defire to purchase; and your store,

3-the relicks of this town] I fuppofe he means the links of faints, or the remains of ancient fabricks. STEEVENS.

The words are explained by what follows:

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let us fatisfy our eyes

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

the count his gallies,] I fufpect our author

lies, i. e. the gallies of the county

ear deceived him. However, as '

the mistaken grammatical ufage

te➡ounty's gal

d those tranfcriber's ading is conformable to ave not disturbed the

I think,

I think, is not for idle markets, fir.

Seb. I'll be your purfe-bearer, and leave you for

An hour.

Ant. To the Elephant.

Seb. I do remember.

SCENE IV.

Olivia's Garden.

Enter OLIVIA and MARIA.

[Exeunt.

Oli. I have fent after him: He fays, he'll come ';

How fhall I feaft him? what beftow of him?

For youth is bought more oft, than begg'd, or borrow'd. I fpeak too loud.

Where is Maivolio?-he is fad, and civil,

And suits well for a fervant with my fortunes ;

Where is Malvolio?

Mar. He's coming, madam;

But in very strange manner. He is fure, poffeft, madam. Oli. Why, what's the matter? does he rave?

Mar. No, madam,

He does nothing but fmile: your ladyfhip were bet

To have some guard about you, if he come,

For, fure, the man is tainted in his wits.

Oli. Go call him hither.—I'm as mad as he,

Enter MALVOLIO.

If fad and merry madness equal be.

How now, Malvolio?

Mal. Sweet lady, ho, ho.

Oli. Smil'ft thou?

I fent for thee upon a fad occafion.

[fmiles fantastically.

Mal. Sad, lady? I could be fad: This does make fome obftruction in the blood, this cross-gartering; But what of that? if it please the eye of one, it is with me as the very true fonnet is: Pleafe one, and pleafe all.

1 He fays, be'll come;} i. e. I fuppofe now, or admit now, he says he'll come. WARBURTON.

Oli.

Oli. Why, how doft 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 fhall be executed. I think, we do know the sweet Roman hand. Oli. Wilt thou go to bed, Malvolio?

Mal. To bed? ay, fweet heart; and I'll come to thee. Oli. God comfort thee! Why doft thou fmile fo, and kifs thy hand fo oft2?

Mar. How do you, Malvolio?

Mal. At your request? Yes; Nightingales anfwer 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. Some are born great,-

Oli. Ha?

Mal. Some atchieve greatness,

Oli. What fay'st thou?

Mal. And fome have greatness thrust upon them.

Oli. Heaven restore thee!

Mal. Remember, who commended thy yellow ftockings;

Oli. Thy yellow stockings?

Mal. And wifh'd to fee thee cross-garter'd.

Oli. Cross-garter'd?

Mal. Go to thou art made, if thou defireft to be fo;Oli. Am I made?

Mal. If not, let me fee thee a fervant ftill.

Oli. Why, this is very midfummer madness 3.

- kifs thy band fo oft?] This fantastical custom is taken notice of by Barnaby Riche, in Faults and nothing but Faults, quarto, circa 1606, p.6: "-and thefe flowers of courtefie, as they are full of affectation, fo are they no less formall in their speeches, full of fustian phrases, many times delivering fuch fentences, as do betray and lay open their master's ignorance: and they are fo frequent with the kiss on the band, that word shall not pass their mouthes, till they have clapt their fingers over their lippes." REED.

3- midfummer madness.] Hot weather often turns the brain, which is, I fuppofe, alluded to here. JOHNSON.

'Tis midfummer moon with you, is a proverb in Ray's collection, fignifying, you are mad. STEEVENS.

Enter