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my legs: It did come to his hands, and commands Mal. Go off; I discard you; let me enjoy my shall be executed. I think, we do know the sweet private ; go off. Roman hand.

Mar. 'Lo, how hollow the fiend speaks within Oli. Wilt thou go to bed, Malvolio?

him! did I not tell you ?-Sir Toby, my lady Mal. To bed ? ay, sweet-heart; and I'll come prays you to have a care of him. to thee.

Mal. Ah, ha! does she so ? Oli. God comfort thee! Why dost thou smile so, Sir To. Go to, go to; peace, peace, we must deal and kiss thy hand so oft ?

gently with him ; let me alone. How do you, MalMar. How do you, Malvolio ?

volio? how is't' with you? What, man! defy the No. At your request? Yes; nightingales an- devil : consider, he's an enemy to mankind. swer daws.

Mal. Do you know what you say? Mar. Why appear you with this ridiculous bold Mar. La you, an you speak ill of the devil, how ness before my lady?"

he takes it at heart! Pray God, he be not beMal. Be not afraid of greatness :—'Twas well witched ! writ.

Fab. Carry his water to the wise woman. Oli. What meanest thou by that, Malvolio ? Mar. Marry, and it shall be done to-morrow Mal. Some are born great,

morning, if I live. My lady would not lose him Oli, Ha?

for more than I'll say. Mal . Sonie achieve greatness,

Mal. How now, mistress ? Oli. What say'st thou?

Mar. O lord ! Mal. And some have greatness thrust upon them. Sir To. Pr’ythee, hold thy peace ; this is not the Oli. Heaven restore thee!

way: Do you not see, you move him ? let me alone Mal. Remember who commended thy yellow with him. stockings;

Fab. No way but gentleness; gently, gently : Oli. Thy yellow stockings ?

the fiend is rough, and will not be roughly used. Mal. And wished to see thee cross-gartered. Sir To. Why, how now, my bawcock ?4 how Oli. Cross-gartered?

dost thou, chuck ? Mal. Go to : thou art made, if thou desirest to Mal. Sir ?

Sir To. Ay, Biddy, come with me. What, man! Oli. Am I made ?

'tis not for gravity to play at cherry-pit” with SaMal. If not, let me see thee a serrant still. tan: Hang him, foul collier ! Oli. Why, this is very midsummer madness.' Mar. Get him to say his prayers ; good sir Toby,

get him to pray. Enter Servant.

Mal. My prayers, minx ? Ser. Madam, the young gentleman of the count Mar. No, I warrant you, he will not hear of Orsino's is returned'; I could hardly entreat him godliness. back; he attends your lady ship's pleasure, Mal. Go, hang yourselves all! you are idle, Oli

. I'll come to himn. [Exit Servant.] Good shallow things: I am not of your element ; you Maria, let this fellow be looked to. Where's my shall know more hereafter.

(Exil. cousin Toby? Let some of my people have a spe

Sir To. Is't possible! cial care of him; I would noi have him miscarry

Fab. If this were played upon a stage now, I } for the half of my dowry. (Exit Olivia and Mar. could condemn it as an improbable fiction.

Mal. Oh, ho do you come near me now? no Sir To. His very genius hath taken the infection worse man than sir Toby to look to me? This con- of the device, man. eurs directly with the letter: she sends him on pur Mar. Nay, pursue him now ; lest the device pose, that I may appear stubborn to him; for she take air, and taint. incites me to that in the letter. Cast Thé humble Fab. Why, we shall make him mad, indeed. slough, says she; be opposite with a kinsman, surly Mar. The house will be the quieter. with servants,et thy longue tang with arguments Sir To. Come, we'll have him in a dark room, of stale, –put thyself into the trick of singularity ;- and bound. My niece is already in the belief that and, consequently, sets down the manner how; as, he is mad; we may carry it thus for our pleasure, a sad face, a reverend carriage, a slow tongue, in and his penance, till our very pastime, tired out cr the habit of some sir of note, and so forth. I have breath, prompt us to have mercy on him : at which limed her ;? but it is Jove's doing, and Jove make time, we will bring the device to the bar, and me thankful! And, when she went away now, Let crown thee for a finder of madmen. But see, but see. this fellow be looked lo: Fellow !! not Malvolio, nor alter my degree, but fellow. Why, every thing

Enter Sir Andrew Ague-cheek. adheres together ; that no dram of a scruple, no

Fab. More matter for a May morning. seruple of a scruple, no obstacle, no incredulous or Sir And. Here's the challenge, read it; I warunsafe circumstance,-What can be said ? Nothing, rant, there's vinegar and pepper in't. that can be, can come between me and the full Fab. Is't so saucy? prospect of my hopes. Well, Jove, not I, is the Sir And. Ay, is it, I warrant him: do but read. doer of this, and he is to be thanked.

Sir To. Give me.' [reads.) Youth, whatsoever

thou art, thou art but a scurvy fellow. Re-enter Maria, with Sir Toby Belch, and Fabian.

Fab. Good, and valiant. Sir To. Which way is he, in the name of sanctity ? Sir To. Wonder not, nor admire not in thy mini', If all the devils in hell be drawn in little, and Le- why I do call thee so, for I will show thee no reason gion himself possessed him, yet I'll speak to him. fort.

Fab. Here he is, here he is :-How is't with you, Fab. A good note: that keeps you from the blow slr ? how is't with you, man?

of the law. (1) Hot weather madness.

(4) Jolly cock, beau and coq. (2) Caught her as a bird with birdlime.

15) A play among boys. (3) Companion.

16) Colliers were accounted great cheats

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Sir To. Thou comest to the lady Olivia, and in A fiend, like thee, might bear my soul to hell. (Er. my sight she uses thee kindly: bui thou liest in thy throat, that is not the matter ! challenge thee for. Re-enter Sir Toby Belch, and Fabian.

Fab. Very brief, and exceeding good sense-less.
Sir To. I will way-lay thee going home ; where

Sir To. Gentleman, God save thee. if it be thy chance to kill me,

Vio. And you, sir.

Sir To. That defence thou hast, betake thee Fab. Good. Sir To. Thou killest me like a rogue and a villain. done him, I know not; but thy intercepter, full of

to't: of what nature the wrongs are thou hast Fab. Still you keep o' the windy side of the law: Good.

despight, bloody as the hunter, attends thee at the Sir To. Fare thee well; And God have mercy orchard end: dismount thy tuck,a be yare in thy upon one of our souls ! He may have mercy upon preparation, for thy assailant is quick, skillul, and

deadly. mine; but my hope is belter, and so look io ihy

Vio. You mistake, sir ; I am sure, no man hath self. Thy friend, as thou usest him, and thy sworn enemy.

Andrew Ague-cheek.

any quarrel to me; my remembrance is very fret Sir To. If this letter moves him not, his legs

and clear from any image of offence done to any maj.

Sir To. You'll and it otherwise, I assure you: cannot: I'll giv't him.

Mar. You may have very fit occasion for’t ; he therefore, if you hold your life at any price, bétake is now in some commerce with my lady, and will you to your guard; for your opposite hath in hir by and by depart.

what youth, strength, skill, and wrath, can furnisi

man withal. Sir To. Go, sir Andrew; scout me for him at the corner of the orchard,' like a bum-bailitl': so

Vio. I pray you, sir, what is he? soon as ever thou seest him, draw; and as thou

Sir To. He is knight, dubbed with unhacked drawest, swear horrible; for it comes to pass oft, rapier, and on carpet consideration ; but he is a that a terrible oath, with a swaggering accent divorced three; and his incensement at this mo

devil in private brawl: souls and bodies hath he sharply twanged off, gives manhood more appro, ment is so implacable, that satisfaction can be none bation than ever proof itself would have earned but by pangs of death and sepulchre : hob, nob, is him. Away:

Sir And. Nay, let me alone for swearing. [Ez. his word; givet, or taket.
Sir To. Now will not I deliver his letter: for the

Vio. I will return again into the house, and debehaviour of the young gentleman gives him out

sire some conduct of the lady. I am no fighter.!

have heard of some kind of men, that put quarrels to be of good capacity and breeding; his employment between his lord and my niece confirms no this is a man of that quirk.

purposely on others, to taste their valour: belike, less; therefore this letter, being so excellently is. norant, will breed no terror in the youth, he will

Sir To. Sir, no; his indignation derives itself find it comes from a clopole. But, sir, i'will de- out of a very competent injury; therefore, get you liver his challenge by word of mouth; set upon the house, unless you undertake that with me,

on, and give him his desire. Back you shall not to Ague-cheek a notable report of valour; and drive which with as much safety you might answer him the gentleman (as, I know, his youth will aptly receive it,) into a most hideous opinion of his page for meddle you must, that's certain, or forswear to

therefore, on, or strip your sword stark naked; skill, fury, and impetuosity. This will so fright them both, that they will kill one another by the wear iron about you. look, like cockatrices.

Vio. This is as uncivil, as strange. I beseech

you, do me this courteous office, as to know of the Enter Olivia and Viola.

knight what my offence to him is; it is something Fab. Here he comes with your niece: give

of my negligence, nothing of my purpose. them way, till he take leave, and presently after him. by this gentleman till my return. (Exit Sir Toby;

Sir To. I will do so. Signior Fabian, stay you Sir To. I will meditate the while upon some horrid message for a challenge.

Vio. Pray you, sir, do you know of this matter? (Ereunt Sir Toby, Fabian, and Maria.

Fab, I know, the knight is incensed against you, Oli. I have said too much'unto a heart of stone, even to a mortal arbitrament;s but nothing of the

circumstance more. And laid mine honour too unchary' out: There's something in me, that reproves my fault;

Vio. I beseech you, what manner of man is he? But such a headstrong potent fault it is,

Fab. Nothing of that wonderful promise, to read That it but mocks reproof.

him by his form, as you are like to find him in the Vio. With the same 'haviour that your passion proof of his valour. He is, indeed, sir, the most

skilful, bloody, and fatal opposite that you could bears, Go on my master's griefs.

possibly have found in any part of Illyria : will you Oli. Here, wear this jewel for me, 'tis my pic- walk towards him ? I will make your peace with

him, if I can. ture; Refuse it not, it hath no tongue to vex you:

Vio. I shall be much bound to you for't: I am And, I beseech you, come again to-morrow.

one, that would rather go with sir priest, than sir Whát shall you ask of me, that I'll deny;

knight: I care not who knows so much of my metile.

(Exeuni. That honour, sav'd, may upon asking give ? Vio. Nothing but this, your true love for my Re-enter Sir Toby, with Sir Andrew.

master. Oli. How with mine honour may I give him that Sir To. Why, man, he's a very devil; I have Which I have given to you?

not seen such a virago. I had a pass with him, Vio.

I will acquit you.

rapier, scabbard, and all, and he gives me this Oli. Well, come again to-morrow: Fare thee stuck-in,' with such a mortal motion, that it is in

evitable; and on the answer, he pays you as surcly (1) Uncautiously. (2) Rapier, (3) Ready. (7) Stoccata, an Italian term in fencing. (41 Sort. (5) Decision. (6) Adversary. 18) Does for vou.

well;

hurt you.

man.

as your feet hit the ground they step on: they say, What will you do? Now my necessity he has been fencer to the Sophy.

Makes me to ask you for my purse: It grieves me Sir And. Pox on't, l'll not meddle with him. Much more, for what I cannot do for you,

Sir To. Ay, but he will not now be pacificd : Than what befalls myself. You stand amaz'd; Fabian can scarce hold him yonder.

But be of comfort. Sir And. Plague on't; an I thought he had been 2 01. Corne, sir, away. valiant, and so cunning in fence, I'd have seen him Ant. I must entreat of you some of that money. damned ere I'd have challenged' him. Let him let Vio. What money, sir? the matter slip, and I'll give him my horse, grey For the fair kindness you have show'd me here, Capilet.

And, part, being prompted by your present trouble, Sir To. I'll make the motion : stand here, make out of my lean and low ability a good show on't ; this shall end without the per- I'll lend you something: my having is not much ; dition of souls: marry, I'll ride your horse as well Vll make division of my present with you: as I ride you.

(Aside. Hold, there is half my coffer.
Ani.

Will you deny me now !
Re-enter Fabian and Viola.

Is't possible, that my deserts to you
I have his horse (to Fab.) to take up the quarrel; Lest that it make me so unsound a man,

Can lack persuasion? Do not tempt my misery, I have persuaded him, the youth's a devil.

Fab. He is as horribly conceited' of him; and As to upbraid you with those kindnesses
pants, and looks pale, as if a bear were 'at his That I have done for you.
heels.

Vio.

I know of none; Sir To. There's no remedy, sir; he will fight Nor know I you by voice, or any feature: with you for his oath sake: marry,' he hath better I hate ingratitude more in a man, bethought him of his quarrel, and he finds that now Than lying, vainness, babbling, drunkenness, scarce to be worth talking of: therefore draw, for Or any taint of vice, whose strong corruption the supportance of his vow; he protests, he will not Inhabits our frail blood.

Ant.

O heavens themselves ! Vio. Pray God defend me! A little thing

2 of. Come, sir, I pray, you, go. would make me tell them how much I lack of a

Ant. Let me speak a little.' This youth that [Aside.

you see here, Fab. Give ground, if you see him furious.

I snatch'd one half out of the jaws of death; Sir To. Come, sir Andrew, there's no remedy: And to his image, which, methought, did promise

Reliev'd him with such sanctity of love, the gentleman will, for his honour's sake, have one bout with you: he cannot by the duello?'avoid it; Most venerable worth, did I devotion. but he has promised me, as he is a gentleman and

i of. What's that to us? The time goes by; a soldier, he will not hurt you. Come on; to't.

away: Sir And. Pray God, he keep his outh! Draws. m Ant. But, o, how vile an idol proves this god !

Thou hast, Sebastian, done good feature shame.Enler Antonio.

In nature there's no blemish, but the mind;

None can be call'd deform'd, but the unkind : Vio. I do assure you, 'tis against my will. Virtue is beauty; but the beauteous-evil

(Draws. Are empty trunks, o'erflourish’d: by the devil. Ant. Put up your sword ;-If this young gen 1 Of The man grows mad; away with him. tleman

Come, come, sir. Have done offence, I take the fault on me; Ant. Lead me on. (Ere. Officers, with Antonio. If you offend him, I for him defy you. [Drawing. Vio. Methinks, his words do from such passion Sir To. You, sir ? why, what are you?

fly, Ant. One, sir, that for his love dares yet do That he believes himself; so do not I. more,

Prove true, imagination, 0 prove true, Than you have heard him brag to you he will.

That I, dear brother, be now ta'en for you! Sir To. Nay, if you be an undertaker, I am for Sir To. Come hither, knight; come hither, Fa

[Draws. bian; we'll whisper o'er a couplet or two of most Enter two Officers.

sage saws.

Vio. He nam'd Sebastian; I my brother know Fab. O good sir Toby, hold; here come the Yet living in any glass;* éven such and so, officers.

In favour was my brother; and he went Sir To. I'll be with you anon. [To Antonio. Still in this fashion, colour, ornament, Vio. Pray, sir, put up your sword, if you please. For him I imitate : 0, if it prove,

[To Sir Andrew. Tempests are kind, and salt waves fresh in love! Sir And. Marry, will I, sir ?--and, for that I

[Exil. promised you, I'll be as good as my word: He Sir To. A very dishonest paltry boy, and more will bear you easily, and reins well.

a coward than a hare: his dishonesty appears, in 1 Off. This is the man; do thy office.

leaving his friend here in necessity, and denying 2 Off. Antonio, I arrest thee at the suit

him; and for his cowardship, ask Fabian. Of count Orsino.

Fab. A coward, a most devout coward, reli Ant. You do mistake me, sir.

gious in it. i Off. No, sir, no jot; I know your favour well, Sir And. 'Slid, I'll after him again, and beat him. Though now you have no sea-cap on your head. Sir To. Do, cuff him soundly, but never draw Take him away; he knows, I know him well. thy sword. Ant. I must obey:- This comes with seeking you; "Sir And. An I do not,

(Erit But there's no remedy; I shall answer it.

Fab. Come, let's see the event. (1) Horrid conception. (2) Laws of duel. (4) In the reflection of my own figure. (3) Ornamented.

vou.

Sir To. I dare lay any money, 'twill be nothing In this uncivil and unjust extent yet.

(Exeunt. Against thy peace. Go with me to my house ;

And hear there how many fruitless pranks

This ruffian hath botch'd up, that thou thereby ACT IV.

May'st sinile at this : thou shall not choose, but go; SCENE 1.The street before Olivia's house. He started one poor heart of mine in thee.

Do not deny: beshrews his soul for me,
Enter Sebastian and Clown.

Seb. What relish is in this ? how runs the stream? Clo. Will you make me believe, that I am not or I am mad, or else this is a dream :sent for you?

Let fancy still my sense in Lethe steep; Seb. Go to, go to, thou art a foolish fellow;

If it be thus to dream, still let me sleep! Let me be clear of thee.

Oli. Nay, come, I pr’ythee: 'would, thou’dst be Clo. Well held out, i'faith! No, I do not know

ruld by me! you; nor I am not sent to you by my lady, to bid

Seb. Madam, I will.

Oli. vou come speak with her; nor your name is not

0, say so, and so be! [Eze. master Cesario; nor this is not my nose neither.Nothing, that is so, is so.

SCENE II.-A room in Olivia's house. Enter Seb. I pr’ythee, vent' thy folly somewhere else ;

Maria and Clown. thou know'st not me.

Mar. Nay, I pr’ythee, put on this gown, and Clo. Vent my folly! he has heard that word of this beard ; make him believe thou art sir Topas some great man, and now applies it to a fool. the curate; do it quickly: I'll call sir Toby the Vent my folly! I'am afraid this great lubber, the whilst.

[Erit Maria. world, will prove a cockney.--I pr’ythee now, ungird thy strangeness, and tell me what I shall vent myself in't; and I would I were the first that ever

Clo. Well, I'll put it on, and I will dissemblea to my lady; shall' I vent to her, that thou art dissembled 'in such a gown. I am not fat enough coming ?

to become the function well; nor lean enough to Seb. i pr’ythee, foolish Greek, depart from me; be thought a good student; but to be said, an There's money for thee; if you tarry longer, honest man, and a good housekeeper, goes as I shall give worse payment,

fairly, as to say, a careful man, and a great schoClo. By my troth, thou hast an open hand : lar. The competitors' enter. These wise men, that give fools money, get themselves a good report after fourteen years' purchase. Enter Sir Toby Belch and Maria.

Enter Sir Andrew, Sir Toby, and Fabian. Sir To. Jove bless thee, master parson.
Sir And. Now, sir, have I met you again? there's

Clo. Bonos dies, sir Toby: for as the old hermit (Siriking Sebastian.

of Prague, that never saw pen and ink, very wit. Seb. Why, there's for thee, and there, and there: tily said to a niece of king Gorboduc, That, that is, are all the people mad ? Beating Sir Andrew.is : so I, being master parson, am master parson;

Sir To. Hold, sir, or I'll throw your dagger o'er for what is that, but that? and is, but is ? the house.

Sir To. To him, sir Topas. Clo. This will I tell my lady straight: I would

Clo. What, hoa, I say,--Peace in this prison ! not be in some of your coats for two-pence.

Sir To. The knave counterfeits well; a good Sir To. Come on, sir; hold. (Holding Seb.

Mal. (in an inner chamber.] Who calls there? Sir And. Nay, let him alone, I'll go another way Malvolio the lunatic.

Clo. Sir Topas, the curate, who comes to visit to work with him; I'll have an action of battery

Mal. Sir Topas, sir Topas, good sir Topas, go against him, if there be any law in Illyria: though I struck him first, yet it's no matter for that.

to my lady. Seb. Let go thy hand.

Clo. Out, hyperbolical fiend ! how verest thou Sir To. Come, sir, I will not let you go. Come, this man? talkest thou nothing but of ladies ?

Sir To. Well said, master parson. my young soldier, put up your iron : you are well fleshed; come on.

Mad. Sir Topas, never was man thus wronged !Seb. I will be free from thee. What would'st good sir Topas, do not think I am mad; they have thou now?

laid me here in hideous darkness. If thou dar’st tempt me further, draw thy sword.

Clo. Fie, thou dishonest Sathan! I call thee by [Draws.

the most modest terms: for I am one of those genSir To. What, what? Nay, then I must have tle ones, that will use the devil himself with couran ounce or two of this malapert blood from you.

tesy: say'st thou, that house is dark?
[Draws.

Mal. As hell, sir Topas.
Enter Olivia.

Clo. Why, it hath bay-windows, transparent as

barricadoes, and the clear stones towards the southOli. Hold, Toby; on thy life, I charge thee, hold. north are as lustrous as ebony; and yet complainest Sir To. Madam

thou of obstruction ? Oli, Will it be ever thus ? Ungracious wretch, Mal. I am not mad, sir Topas; I say to you, this Fit for the mountains, and the barbarous caves, house is dark, Where manners ne'er were preach'd ! out of my Clo. Madman, thou errest : I say, there is no sight!

darkness, but ignorance: in which thou art more Be not offended, dear Cesario:

puzzled, than the Egyptians in their fog. Rudesby, be gone!—I pr’ythee, gentle friend, Mal. I say, this house is as dark as ignorance.

[Ereunt Sir Toby, Sir Andrew, and Fabian. though ignorance were as dark as hell; and I say Let thy fair wisdom, not thy passion, sway there was never man thus abused : Iain no more

(6) Disguise. (7) Confederates. (5) III betide.

(8) Bow-windows.

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mad than you are ; make the trial of it in any con Mal. Believe me, I am not; I tell thee true. stant question."

Clo. Nay, I'll ne'er believe a madman, till I see Clo. What is the opinion of Pythagoras, concern- his brains. I will fetch you light, and paper, and ink. ing wild-fowl ?

Mal. Fool, I'll requite it in the highest degree Mal. That the soul of our grandam might haply I pr’ythee, be gone. inhabit a bird.

Clo. I am gone, sir, Clo. What thinkest thou of his opinion?

And anon, sir, Mal. I think nobly of the soul, and no way ap

I'll be with you again, prove his opinion.

In a Irice; Clo, Fare thee well : remain thou still in dark

Like to the old rice, ness: thou shalt hold the opinion of Pythagoras,

Your need to sustain ; ere I will allow of thy wits; and fear to kill a woodcock, lest thou dispossess the soul of thy

Who with dagger of lath, grandam. Fare thee well.

In his rage and his wrath, Mal. Sir Topas, sir Topas,

Cries, ah, ha! to the devil . Sir To. My most exquisite sir Topas !

Like a mad lad, Clo. Nay, I am for all waters.

Pare thy nails, dad, Mar. Thou might'st have done this without thy!

Adieu, goodman drivel. [Exit beard and gown; he sees thee not.

Sir To. To him in thine own voice, and bring SCENE III.—Olivia's garden. Enter Sebastiari. me word how thou findest him: I would we were Seb. This is the air ; that is the glorious sun ; well rid of this knavery. If he may be conveni- This pearl she gave me, I do feel't, and see't: ently delivered, I would he were; for I am now so And though 'tis wonder that enwraps me thus, far in offence with my niece, that I cannot pursue Yet 'tis not madness. Where's Antonio then? with any safety this sport to the upshot. Come by I could not find him at the Elephant : and by to my chamber. (Ere. Sir Toby and Mar. Yet there he was ; and there I found this crcdit," Clo. Hey, Robin, jolly Robin,

That he did range the town to seek me out. Tell me how thy lady does. [Singing. His counsel now might do me golden service: Mal. Fool,

For though my soul disputes well with my sense, Clo. My lady is unkind, perdy.

That this may be some error, but no madness, Mal. Fool,

Yet doth this accident and food of fortune, Clo. Alas, why is she so ?

So far exceed all instance, all discourse, Mal. Fool, I say ;--

That I am ready to distrust mine eyes, Clo. She loves another-Who calls, ha ?

And wrangle with my reason, that persuades me Mal

. Good fool, as ever thou wilt deserve well To any other trust but that I am mad, at my hand, help me to a candle, and pen, and ink, Or else the lady's mad; yet, if 'twere so, and paper; as I am a gentleman, I will live to be she could not sway her house, command her fu! thankful to thee for't.

lowers, 10 Clo. Master Malvolio !

Take, and give back, affairs, and their despatch, Mal. Ay, good fool.

With such a smooth, discreet, and stable bearing, Clo, Alas, sir, how sell you beside your five wits ?? As, I perceive, she does: there's something in't, Mal. Fool, there was never man so notoriously That is deceivable. But here comes the lady. abused: I am as well in my wits, fool, as thou art. Clo. But as well ? then you are mad, indeed, if

Enter Olivia and a Priest. you be no better in your wits than a fool.

Mal. They have here propertied me;+ keep me Oli. Blame not this haste of mine: if you mean in darkness, send ministers to me, asses, and do all well, they can to face me out of my wits.

Now go with me, and with this holy man, Člo. Advise you what you say; the minister is Into the chantry' by: there, before him, here.-Malvolio, Malvolio, thy wits the heavens And underneath thai consecrated roof,. restore ! endeavour thyself to sleep, and leave thy Plight me the full assurance of your faith ; vain bibble babble.

That my most jealous and too doubtful soul Mal. Sir Topas,

May live at peace: he shall conceal it, Clo. Maintain no words with him, good fellow.-Whiles!? you are willing it shall come to note ; Who, I, sir ? not I, sir. God b'wi' you, good sir What time we will our celebration keep Topas.-Marry, amen.--I will, sir, I will. According to my birth.–What do you say? Mal. Fool, fool, fool, I say,

Seb. I'll follow this good man, and go with you ; Clo. Alas, sir, be patient." What say you, sir ? And, having sworn truth, ever will be true. I am shent for speaking to you.

Oli. Then lead the way, good father ;-And Mal. Good fool, help me to some light, and some heavens so shine, paper; I tell thee, I am as well in my wits, as any That they may fairly note this act of mine! (Exe. man in Illyria.

Clo. Well a-day,—that you were, sir ! Mah. By this hand, I am: good fool, some ink, paper, and light, and convey what I will set down

ACT V. to my lady ; it shall advantage thee more than ever SCENE 1:- The street before Olivia's house. the bearing of letter did.

Enter Clown and Fabian. Clo. I will help you to't. But tell me true, are rou not mad, indeed ? or do you but counterfeit ? Fab. Now, as thou lovest me, let me see his letter. (1) Regular conversation.

(6) A buffoon character in the old plays, and (2) Any other gem as a topaz. (3) Senses. father of the modern harlequin. (4) Taken possession of.

(7) Account. (8) Reason. (9) Belief. (5) Scolded, reprimanded.

(16) Servants. (11) Little chapel. (12) Until M

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