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Sir To. Marry, hang there I adore:
and after a demure travel
r a demure travel o
spect than any one else that follows her. Whati Fab. This wins him, liver and all. should I think on't?
Mal. [Reads] Jove knows, I love: Sir To. Here's an over-weening rogue!
But who? Fab. O, peace! Contemplation makes a rare
Lips do not move, turkey-cock of him; how he jets* under his
No man must know. advanced plumes !
No man must know.What follows ? the numSir And. 'Slight, I could so beat the rogue: bers altered !-No man must know : f this Sir To. Peace, I say.
should be thee, Malvolio ? Mal. To be Count Malvolio ;Sir To. Ah, rogue !
Mal. I may command, where I adore : Sir And. Pistof him, pistol him.
But silence, like a Lucrece knife, Sir To. Peace; peace!
With bloodless stroke my heart doth gore; Mal. There is example for't; the lady of the M, 0, A, I, doth sway my life. strachy married the yeoman of the wardrobe. Fab. A fustian riddle! Sir And. Fie on him, Jezebel !
Sir To. Excellent wench, say I. Fab. O, peace! now he's deeply in; look, Mal. M, O, A, I, doth sway my life.-Nay, how imagination blowst him.
but first, let me see,-let me see,- let me see. Mal. Having been three months married to Fab. What a dish of poison has she dressed her, sitting in my state,
him! • Sir To. O, for a stone-bow, to hit him in the Sir To. And with what wing the stannyelt
checkst at it! Mul. Calling my officers about me, in my | Mal.' I may command where I adore. Why, branched velvet gown; having come from a she may command me; I serve her, she is my day-bed, where I left Olivia sleeping : lady. Why, this is evident to any formal caSir To. Fire and brimstone!
pacity. There is no obstruction in this ;-And Fub. O, peace, peace!
the end,-What should that alphabetical posi· Mal. And then to have the humour of state : tion portend ? if I could make that resemble
ling something in me,-Softly!—M, 0, A, 1.them, I know my place, as I would they should Sir To. 0, ay! make up that:-he is now at do theirs,—to ask for my kinsman Toby: | a cold scent. Sir To. Bolts and shackles !
Fab. Sowters will cry upon't, for all this, Fab. O, peace, peace, peace! now, now. though it be as rank as a fox.
Mal. Seven of my people, with an obedient Mal. M,-Malvolio ;-M,-why, that begins start, make out for him: Í frown the while; my name.' and, perchance, wind up my watch, or play Fub. Did not I say, he would work it out? with some rich jewel. Toby approaches; the cur is excellent at faults. courtsies there to me:
Mal. M,But then there is no consonancy Sir To. Shall this fellow live ?
in the sequel ; that suffers under probation : 4 Fab. Though our silence be drawn from us should follow, but o does. with ears, yet peace.
| Fab. And ó shall end, I hope. Mal. I extend my hand to him thus, quench- Sir To. Ay, or I'll cudgel him, and make him ing my familiar smile with an austere regard of cry, O. control :
Mul. And then I comes behind; Sir To. And does not Toby take you a blow Fab. Ay, an you had any eye behind you, o'the lips then ?
you might see more detraction at your heels, Mal. Saying, Cousin Toby, my fortunes having than fortunes before you. cast me on your niece, give me this prerogative of Mal. M, 0, A, I,- This simulation is not as speech :
the former :-and yet, to crush this a little, it Sir To. Wbat, what?
would bow to me, for every one of these letters Mal. You must amend your drunkenness. are in my name. Soft; here follows proseSir To. Out, scab!
If this fall into thy hand, revolve. In my stars 1 Fab. Nay, patience, or we break the sinews am above thee; but be not afraid of greatness : of our plot."
Some are born great, some achieve greatness, and Mal. Besides, you waste the treasure of your some have greatness thrust upon them. Thy fates time with a foolish knight ;
open their hands ; let thy blood and spirit embrace Sir And. That's me, I warrant you.
them. And, to inure thyself to what thou art like Mal. One Sir Andrew :
to be, cust thy humble sloughill and appear fresh. Sir And. I knew, 'twas I; for many do call | Be opposite with a kinsman, surly with servants : me fool.
let thy tongue tang arguments of stute ; put thyMal. What employment have we here? self into the trick of singularity: She thus advises
[Taking up the letter. thee, that sighs for thee. Remember who comFab. Now is the woodcock near the gin. mended thy yellow stockings; and wished to see
Sir To. O, peace! and the spirit of humours | thee ever cross-gurtered : say, remember. Go intimate reading aloud to him!
to; thou art made, if thou desirest to be so; if not, Mal. By my life, that is my lady's hand : let me see thee a steward still, the fellow of serthese be her very C's, her U's, and her T's; v'ints, and not worthy to touch fortune's fingers. and thus makes she her great P's. It is, in Farewell. She that would alter services with thee. contempt of question, her hand.
The fortunate-unhappy. Sir And. Her C's, her U's, and her T's: Day-light and champians discovers not more : Why that?
this is open. I will be proud, I will read poMal. (Reuds] To the unknown beloved, this, litic authors, I will baffle Sir Toby, I will wash and my good wishes : her very phrases !-By off gross acquaintance, I will be point-deyour leave, wax.-Soft and the impressure vice, ** the very man. I do not now fool myher Lucrece, with which she uses to seal : 'tis self, to let imagination jade me; for every my lady: To whom should this be?
* Badger. + Hawk Flys at it. • Struts. + Puffs him up. Name of a hound.
#Skin of a snake. 1 State chair.
** Utmost exactness.
reason excites to this, that my lady loves me.' Clo. I would therefore, my sister had had no She did commend my yellow stockings of late, name, Sir. she did praise my leg being cross-gartered; Vio. Why, man? and in this she manifests herself to my love, / Clo. Why, Sir, her name's a word; and to and, with a kind of injunction, drives me to dally with that word, might make my sister these habits of her liking. I thank my stars, I wanton : But, indeed, words are very rascals, am happy, I will be strange, stout, in yellow since bonds disgraced them. stockings, and cross-gartered, even with the Vio. Thy reason, man? swiftness of putting on. Jove, and my stars Clo. Troth, Sir, I can yield you none without be praised !-Here is yet a postscript. Thou words; and words are grown so false, I am cunst not choose but know who I am. If thou loath to prove reason with them. . entertainest my love, let it appear in thy smiling ; Vio. I warrant, thou art a merry fellow, and thy smiles become thee well : therefore in my pre- carest for nothing. sence still smile, dear my sweet, I pr’ythee. Jove, Clo. Not so, Sir, I do care for something : I thank thee.-I will smile; I will do every but in my conscience, Sir, I do not care for thing that thou wilt have me.
[Exit. you; if that be to care for nothing, Sir, I would Fab. I will not give my part of this sport for it would make you invisible. a pension of thousands to be paid from the Vio. Art not thou the lady Olivia's fool ? Sophy.
Clo. No, indeed, Sir; the lady Olivia has no. Sir To. I could marry this wench for this de- folly: she will keep no fool, Sir, till she be vice.
married; and fools are as like husbands, as Sir And. So could I too.
pilchards are to herrings, the husband's the Sir To. And ask no other dowry with her, bigger; I am, indeed, not her fool, but her but such another jest.
corrupter of words.
Vio. I saw thee late at the count Orsino's. Enter Maria.
... Clo. Foolery, Sir, does walk about the orb, Sir And. Nor I neither.
like the sun; it shinos every where. I would Fab. Here comes my noble gull-catcher. | be sorry, Sir, but the fool should be as oft with Sir To. Wilt thou set thy foot o' my neck ? your master, as with my mistress : I think, I Sir And. Or o' mine either?
saw your wisdom there. Sir To. Shall I play my freedom at tray Vio. Nay, an thou pass upon me, I'll no trip, and become thy bond-slave?
| more with thee. Hold, there's expenses for Sir And. I'faith, or I either.
thee. Sir To. Why, thou hast put him in such a. Clo. Now Jove, in his next commodity of dream, that, when the image of it leaves him, hair, send thee a beard! he must run mad.
Vio. By my troth, l'll tell thee; I am almost, Mar. Nay, but say true; does it work upon sick for one, though I would not have it grow him?
on my chin. Is thy lady within ? Sir To. Like aqua-vitæ with a midwife. Clo. Would not a pair of these have bred, Sir?
Mar. If you will then see the fruits of the Vio. Yes, being kept together, and put to sport, mark his first approach before my lady: use. he will come to her in yellow stockings, and Clo. I would play lord Pandarus* of Phrygia, 'tis a colour she abhors; and cross-gartered, a Sir, to bring a Cressida to this Troilus. fashion she detests; and he will smile upon Vio. I understand you, Sir; 'tis well begg'd. ber, which will now be so unsuitable to her. Clo. The matter, I hope, is not great, Sir, disposition, being addicted to a melancholy as begging but a beggar; Cressida was a beggar. she is, that it cannot but turn him into a nota- My lady is within, Sir. I will construe to them ble contempt: if you will see it, follow me. whence you come; who you are, and what you
Sir To. To the gates of Tartar, thou most would, are out of my welkin: I might say, eleexcellent devil of wit!
ment; but the word is over-worn. [Exit. Sir And. I'll make one too. [Exeunt. Vio. This fellow's wise enough to play the
fool;. ACT III.
And, to do that well, craves a kind of wit:
He must observe their mood on whom he jests,
The quality of persons, and the time;
That comes before his eye. This is a practice, Vio. Save thee, friend, and thy music: Dost
As full of labour as a wise man's art: thou live by thy tabor ?
For folly, that he wisely shows, is fit; Clo. No, Sir, I live by the church.
But wise men, folly-fallen, quite taint their wit. Vio. Art thou a churchman?
Clo. No such matter, Sir; I do live by the Enter Sir Toby Belch and Sir ANDREW AGUEchurch: for I do live at my house, and my
CHEEK. house doth stand by the church.
Sir To. Save you, gentleman. Vio. So thou may'st say, the king liest by a Vio. And you, Sir. beggar, if a beggar dwell near him: or, the
Sir And. Dieu vous garde, monsieur. church stands by the tabor, if thy tabor stand Vio. Et vous aussi ; votre serviteur. by the church.
Sir And. I hope, Sir, you are; and I am Clo. You have said, Sir.--To see this age!
iyours. A sentence is but a cheverili glove to a good | Sir To. Will you encounter the house ? my wit; How quickly the wrong side may be niece is desirous you should enter, if your trade turned outward!
be to her. Vio. Nay, that's certain; they, that dally Vio. I am bound to your niece, Sir: I mean. nicely with words, may quickly make them she is the listi of my voyage. wanton.
* See the play of Troilus and Cressida. * Aloy's discrsion three and trip. t Dwells. Kid. + A hawk not well trained.
Jose of the spri
hand, Sir. ANDREW, and MA
Sir To. Taste your legs, Sir, put them to mo- Vio. Then westward-hoe:
Grace, and good disposition 'tend your ladyVio. My legs do better understand me, Sir, You'll nothing, madam, to my lord by me? than I understand what you mean by bidding. Oli. Stay : me taste my legs. Sir To. I mean, to go, Sir, to enter.
Vio. That you do think, you are not what Vio. I will answer you with gait and en.
you are. trance: But we are prevented.
Oli, If I think so, I think the same of you. Enter OLIVIA and MARIA.
Vio. Then think you right; I am not what I
am. Most excellent accomplished lady, the heavens Oli. I would, you were as I would have you rain odours on you !
Sir And. That youth's a rare courtier! Rain Vio. Would it be better, madam, than I am, odours! well.
I wish it might ; for now I am your fool. Vio. My matter hath no voice, lady, but to Oli, 0, what a deal of scorn looks beautiful your own most pregnant* and vouchsafed ear. | In the contempt and anger of his lip!
Sir And. Odours, pregnant, and vouchsafed : | A murd'rous guilt shows not itself more soon I'll get 'em all three ready.
Than love that would seem hid : love's night is oli. Let the garden door be shut, and leave me to my hearing.
Cesario, by the roses of (Exeunt Sir Toby, Sir ANDREW, and MARIA.
By maidhood, honour, truth, and every thing, Give me your hand, Sir.
I love thee so, that maugre* all thy príde, Vio. My duty, madam, and most humble
Nor wit, nor reason, can my passion hide. service.
Do not extort thy reasons from this clause, Oli, What is your name?
For, that I woo, thou therefore hast no cause: Vio, Cesario is your servant's name, fair But, rather, reason thus with reason fetter: princess.
Love sought is good, but given unsought, is Oli. My servant, Sir! 'Twas never merry
Vio. By innocence I swear, and by my youth, Since lowly feigning was call'd compliment:
| I have one heart, one bosom, and one truth, You are servant to the count Orsino, youth. And that no woman has; nor never none Vio. And he is yours, and his must needs be Shall mistress be of it, save I alone. yours;
And so adieu, good madam; never more Your servant's servant is your servant, madam. | Will I my master's tears to you deplore. Oli. For him, I think not on him for his 1 Oli. Yet come again: for thou, perhaps, thoughts,
(me! 'Would they were blanks, rather than fill’d with
That heart, which now abhors, to like his love. Vio. Madam, I come to wet your gentle On his behalf :
[Exeunt. (thoughts Oli. O, by your leave, I pray you;
SCENE II.-A Room in OLIVIA's house. I bade you never speak again of him:
Enter Sir Toby Belch, Sir ANDREW AGUEBut, would you undertake another suit, I had rather hear you to solicit that,
CHEEK, and FABIAN. Than music from the spheres.
Sir And. No faith, I'll not stay a jot longer. Vio. Dear lady,
Sir To. Thy reason, dear venom, give thy Oli. Give me leave, I beseech you: I did reason. send,
Fab. You must needs yield your reason, Sir After the last enchantment you did here, Andrew. A ring in chase of you, so did I abuse
Sir And. Marry, I saw your niece do more Myself, my servant, and, I fear me, jou : favours to the count's serving man, than ever Under your hard construction must I sit, she bestowed upon me; I saw't i'the orchard. To force that on you, in a shameful cunning, Sir To. Did she see thee the while, old boy? Which you knew none of yours; What might tell me that." you think?
Sir And. As plain as I see you now. Have you not set mine honour at che stake, Fab. This was a great argument of love in And baited it with all the unmuzzled thoughts her toward you. That tyrannous heart can think? To one of Sir And. "Slight! will you make an ass o' your receivingt
me? Enough is shown; a cyprus, not a bosom, Fab. I will prove it legitimate, Sir, upon the Hides my poor heart: So let me hear you speak. oaths of judgement and reason. Vio. I pity you.
Sir To. And they have been grand jury-men, Oli. That's a degree to love.
since before Noah was a sailor. Vio. No, not a grise ;t for 'tis a vulgar prooi,
Fab. She did show favour to the youth in That very oft we pity enemies..
your sight, only to exasperate you, to awake Oli. Why, then, methinks, 'tis time to smile your dormouse valour, to put fire in your heart, again:
and brimstone in your liver : You should then () world, how apt the poor are to be proud! | bave accosted her; and with some 'excellent If one should be a prey, how much the better jest, fire-new from the mint, you should have To fall before the lion, than the wolf?
banged the youth into dumbness. This was
[Clock strikes. | looked for at your hand, and this was baulked: "The clock upbraids me with the waste of time. the double gilt of this opportunity you let time He not afraid, good youth, I will not have you :/ wash off, and you are now sailed into the north And yet, when wit and youth is come to har of my lady's opinion; where you will hang like vest,
an icicle on a Dutchman's beard, unless you do Your wife is like to reap a proper man: redeem it by some laudable attempt, either of There lies your way, due west.
valour, or policy. * Ready Ready apprchension, Step. I
* In spite of
Sir And. And't be any way, it must be with But jealousy what might befall your travel, valour; for policy I hate: I bad as lief be a Being skilless in these parts; which to a stran. Brownist, * as a politician.
ger, Sir To. Why then, build me thy fortunes up Unguided, and unfriended, often prove on the basis of valour. Challenge me the Rough and unhospitable : My willing love, count's youth to fight with him; hurt him in The rather by these arguments of fear, eleven places : my niece shall take note of it: Set forth in your pursuit. and assure thyself, there is no love-broker in Seb. My kind Antonio, the world can more prevail in man's commen- I can no other answer make, but, thanks, dation with woman, than report of valour. And thanks, and ever thanks : Often good turns
Fab. There is no way but this, Sir Andrew. Are shuffled off with such uncurrent pay: Sir And. Will either of you bear me a chal But, were my worth, as is my conscience, firm, lenge to him?
You should find better dealing. What's to do? Sir To. Go, write it in a martial hand; be Shall we go see the reliques of this town? curst and brief; it is no matter how witty, so Ant. To-morrow, Sir; best, first, go see your it be eloquent, and full of invention : taunt him I
lodging. with the licence of ink: if thou thou'st him |_ Seb. I am not weary, and 'tis long to-night; some thrice, it shall pot be amiss; and as many I pray you, let us satisfy our eyes lies as will lie in thy sheet of paper, although With the memorials, and the things of fame, the sheet were big enough for the bed of Waret That do renown this city. in England, set'em down; go, about it. Let Ant. Would, you'd pardon me; there be gall enough in thy ink; though thou I do not without danger walk these streets : write with a goose pen, no matter : About it. Once, in a sea-fight, 'gainst the count his galSir And. Where shall I find you ?
lies, Sir To. We'll call thee at the cubiculo: 8 Go. I did some service; of such note, indeed,
"[Exit Sir Andrew. That, were I ta’en here, it would scarce be anFab. This is a dear manakin to you, Sir Toby.
(people. Sir To. I have been dear to him, lad; some Seb. Belike, you slew great number of his two thousand strong, or so.
Ant. The offence is not of such a bloody naFab We shall have a rare letter from him :
ture; but you'll not deliver it.
Albeit the qnality of the time, and quarrel, Sir To. Never trust me then; and by all | Might well have given us bloody argument. means stir on the youth to an answer. I think, It might have since been answer'd in repaying oxen and wainropes || cannot hale them toge What we took from them ; which, for traffic's ther. For Andrew, "if he were opened, and
sake, you find so much blood in his liver as will clog Most of our city did: only myself stood out: the foot of a flea, I'll eat the rest of the anatomy. For which, if I be lapsedt in this place,
Fab. And his opposite, the youth, bears in | I shall pay dear. his visage no great presage of cruelty.
Seb. Do not then walk too open.
Ant. It doth not fit me. Hold, Sir, here's
my purse ;, Sir To. Look, where the youngest wren of In the south suburbs, at the Elephant, nine comes.
Is best to lodge: I will bespeak our diet, Mar. If you desire the spleen, and will laugh Whiles you beguile the time, and feed your yourselves into stitches, follow me: yon' gull
knowledge, Malvolio is turned heathen, a very renegado; With viewing of the town; there shall you for there is no Christian, that means to be sav
have me. ed by believing rightly, can ever believe such
Seb. Why I your purse ? impossible passages of grossness. He's in Ant. Haply, your eyes shall light upon some yellow stockings.
toy Sir To. And cross-gartered ?
You have desire to purchase; and your store, Mar. Most villanously; like a pedant that I think, is not for idle markets, Sir. keeps a school i'the church. I have dogged Seb. I'll be your purse-bearer, and leave you him, like his murderer: He does obey every | An hour.
(for point of the letter that I dropped to betray him. Ant. To the Elephant.He does smile his face into more lines, than are Seb. I do remember.
[Excunt. in the new map, with the augmentation of the Indies: you have not seen such a thing as 'tis ;
SCENE IV.-Olivia's Garden. I can hardly forbear hurling things at him. I
Enter OLIVIA and MARIA. know, my lady will strike him; if she do, he'li |
Oli. I have sent after him: He says, he'll smile, and take't for a great favour.
come; Sir To. Come, bring us, bring us where he is How shall I feast him ? what bestow on him?
reun For youth is bought more oft, than begg'd, or SCENE III.--A Street.
I speak too loud.-
Where is Malvolio ?-he is sad, and civil, Seb. I would not, by my will, have troubled And suits well for a servant with my foryou; But, since you make your pleasure of
tunesyour pains, I will no further chide you,
Where is Malvolio? Ant. I could not stay behind you; my desire, | Mar. He's coming, madam; More sharp than filed steel, did spur me forth; | But in strange manner. He is sure possess'd, And not all love to see you, (though so much, Oli. Why, what's the matter? does he rave? As might have drawn one to a longer voyage,) I Mur. No, madam,
He does nothing but smile: your ladyship Separatists in Qucen Elizabeth's reign. + Crabbed. Were best have guard about you, if he come ; I lo' Hertfordshire, which held forty persons. | Chamber I Waggon ropes,
* Wealth. † Caught. Grave and demure,
For, sure, the man is tainted in his wits. | Let this fellow be looked to: Fellow ! not Mal.
Oli. Go call him hither.-I'm as mad as he, volio, nor after my degree, but fellow, Why, If sad and merry madness equal be.
every thing adheres together; that no dram of Enter MALVOLIO.
a scruple, no scruple of a scruple, no obstacle,
no incredulous or unsafe circumstance,- What How now, Malvolio ?
can be said ? Nothing, than can be, can come Mal. Sweet lady, ho, ho, [Smiles fantastically. between me and the full prospect of my hopes. Oli. Smil'st thou?
Well, Jove, not I, is the doer of this, and he I sent for thee upon a sad* occasion.
is to be thanked. Mal. Sad, lady? I could be sad : This does make some obstruction in the blood, this cross
| Re-enter MARIA, with Sir TOBY Belci, and gartering; But what of that, if it please the
FABIAN. eye of one, it is with me as the very true son
Sir To. Which way is he, in the name of net is : Please one, and please all.
sanctity ? If all the devils in hell be drawn in Oli. Why, how dost thou, man ? what is the little, and Legion himself possessed him, yet I'll matter with thee?
speak to him. Mal. Not black in my mind, though yellow
I Fab. Here he is, here he is :-How is't with in my legs : It did come to his hands, and com- you, Sir ? how is't with you, man? mands shall be executed. I think, we do know
I Mal. Go off'; I discard you ; let me enjoy the sweet Roman hand.
my private ; go off. Oli. Wilt thou go to bed, Malvolio?
Mar. Lo, how hollow the fiend speaks withMal. To bed ? ay, sweet-heart; and I'll come
in him! did not I tell you ?-Sir Toby, my lady to thee.
prays you to have a care of him. Oli. God comfort thee! Why dost thou smile
Mal. Ah, ha! does she so ? so, and kiss thy hand so oft ?
Sir To. Go to, go to; peace, peace, we must Mar. How do you, Malvolio?
deal gently with him; let me alone. How do Mal. At your request? Yes; Nightingales you,
Nightingales / you, Malvolio ? how is't with you? What, man! answer daws.
defy the devil : consider, he's an enemy to Mur. Why appear you with this ridiculous / mankind. boldness before my lady?
Mal. Do you know what you say? Mal. Be not afraid of greatness :-"Twas well
1. Mar. La you, an you speak ill of the devil, writ.
how he takes it at heart! Pray God, he be not Oli. What meanest thou by that, Malvolio?
bewitched ! Mal. Some are born great,
Fab. Carry his water to the wise woman. Oli. Ha?
Mar. Marry, and it shall be done to-morrow Mal. Some achieve greatness,
morning, if I'live. My lady would not lose Oli. What say'st thou ?
him for more than I'll say. Mal. And some hare greatness thrust upon
Mal. How now, mistress ? them.
Mar, 0 lord! Oli. Heaven restore thee !
Sir To. Pr’ythee, hold thy peace; this is not Mal. Remember, who commended the yellow the way: Do you not see, you move him? let stockings;
me alone with him. Oli. Thy yellow stockings ?
| Fab. No way but gentleness; gently, gently : Mal. And wished to see thee cross-gartered.
| the fiend is rough, and will not be roughly used. Oli, Cross-gartered ?
Sir To. Why, how now, my bawcock?t how Mal. Go to: thou art made, if thou desirest to
dost thou, chuck? be so;
Mal. Sir? Oli. Am I made ?
Sir To, Ay, Biddy, come with me. What, Mal. If not, let me see thee a servunt still.
e a serrunt still. man! 'tis not for gravity to play at cherry-piti Oli. Why, this is very midsummer madness.+ | with Satan: Hang him, foul collier !$
| Mar. Get him to say his prayers; good Sir Enter Serrant.
Toby, get him to pray. Ser. Madam, the young gentleman of the Mal. My prayers, minx ? count Orsino's is returned; I could hardly en-1 Mar. No, I warrant you, he will not hear of treat him back : he attends your ladyship’s godliness. pleasure.
Mal. Go, hang yourselves all! you are idle Oli. l'll come to him. [ Exit Servant.] Good shallow things: I am not of your element; you Maria, let this fellow be looked to. Where's shall know more hereafter.
[Erit. my cousin Toby? Let some of my people have Sir To. Is't possible ? a special care of him; I would not have him Fab. If this were played upon a stage now, miscarry for the half of my dowry.
I could condemn it as an improbable fiction. (Exeunt OLIVIA and MARIA. Sir To. His very genius hath taken the inMal. Oh, ho! do you come near me now? fection of the device, man. no worse man than Sir Toby to look to me? This Mar. Nay, pursue him now; lest the device concurs directly with the letter : she sends him take air, and taint. on purpose, that I may appear stubborn to him ; Fab. Why, we shall make him mad, indeed. for she incites me to that in the letter. Cast Mar. The house will be the quieter, thy humble slough, says she; be opposite with a Sir To. Come, we'll have him in a dark room, kinsman, surly with serrants, let thy tongue tang and bound. My niece is already in the belief with arguments of state,-put thyself into the that he is mad; we may carry it thus, for our trick of singularity; and, consequently, sets pleasure, and his penance, till our very pasdown the manner how ; as, a sad face, a reve-time, tired out of breath, prompt us to have rend carriage, a slow tongue, in the habit of mercy on him:
f mercy on him: at which time, we wil some Sir of note, and so forth. I have limed the device to the bar, and crown thee for a her;t but it is sove's doing, and Jove make finder of madmen. But see, but see. me thankful! And, when she went away now, Companion.
+ Jolly cock, beau and coq * Grave.
Hot wcather madness. A play among boys. . 1 Caught her as a bird with birdhme.
Colliers were accounted great cheats.