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Clo. I would play lord Pandarus of Phrygia, Sir; to bring a Cressida to this Troilus.
Vio, I understand you, Sir; 'tis well begg'a.
Clo. The matter, I hope, is not great, Sir, beg. ging but a beggar; Cressida was a beggar.
My lady is within,
Sir; I will construe to them whence you come; who you are, and what your would, are out of my webkin: I might say, elemont; but the word 'is over- worn. [Exit.
Vio. This fellow's wise enough to play the fool; 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; , And, like the haggard, check at every feather That comes before his eye. This is a practice, As full of labour as a wise man's art: For folly, that he wisely shows, is fit; But wise men, folly - fallen, quite taint their wit.
Enter SIR TOBY BELCH, and SIR ANDREW AGUE:
Sir. To. Save you, gentleman.
Sir To. Will you encounter the horse ? my niece is desirous you should enter ,
trade be to her.
Vio. 'I am bound to your niece, Sir: I mean, she is the list of my voyage.
Sir To. Taste your legs, Sir, put them to motion.
Vio. My legs do better understand me, Sir, than I understand what you mean by bidding me taste my legs.
Sir To, I mean, to go, Sir, to enter.
Vio. I will answer you with gait and entrance: But we are prevented,
Enter OLIVIA and MARIA. , Most excellent accomplish'd Lady, the heavens rain odours on you!
Sir And. That youth's a rare courtier! Rain odours! well.
Vio. My matter hath no voice, lady, but to your own most pregnant and vouchsafed ear.
şir And. Odours, pregnant, and vouchsafed : I'll get 'em all three ready.
Oli. Let the garden door be shut, and leave me to my hearing [Exeunt SIR TOBY, SIR ANDREW, and MARIA. Give me your hand, Sir.
Vio. My duty, Madam, and most humble service.
Oli. My servant, Sir! 'Twas never merry world,
yours; Your servant's servant is your servant, Madam. Oli. For him, I think not on him : for his
thoughts, Would they were blanks, rather than fill'd with me! Vio. Madam, I come to whet your gentle
thoughts On his behalf :
Oli. O, by your leave, I pray you.
Vio. Dear Lady, · Oli. Give me leave, I beseech you:
send, After the last enchantment you did here, A ring in chase of you; so did I abuse Myself, my servant, and, I fear me, you: Under your hard construction must' I sit, To force that on you, in a shameful cunning, Which you knevy none of yours: What might
Have you not set mine honour at the stake,
receiving Enough is shewn; a cyprus, not a bosom, Hides my poor heart: So let me hear you speak.
Vio. I pity you.
Vio. No, not a grise; for 'tis a vulgar proof,
again : O world, how apt the poor are to be proud! If one should be a prey, how much the better To fall before the lion, than the wolf? (Clock strikes. The clock upbraids me with the waste of time. Be not afraid, good youth, I will not have you:
when wit and youth is come
harvest, Your wife is like to reap a proper man : There lies your way, due west.
Vio. Then westward - hoe:
Vio. That you do think, you are not what
you are. Oli. If I think
I think the
same of you. Vio. Then think you right; I am not what
• i I am. Oli. I would,
I would have
you were as
Vio. Would it be better, Madam, than I I wish it might; for now I am your fool. Oli. O, what a deal of scorn looks beau
tiful In the contempt and anger of his lip!. A murd'rous guilt shows not itself more soon. Than love that would seem hid: love's night is
noon. Cesario, by the roses of the spring, By maidhood, honour, truth, and every thing, I love thee so, that, mangre all my pride, Nor wit, nor reason, can my passion hide. Do not extort thy reasons from this clause, For, that I woo, thoi therefore hast no cause : But, rather, reason thus with reason fetter : Love sought is good, but given unsought, is
better, Vio. By innocence I
and by my
youth, I have one heart, one bosom, and one truth, And that no woman has; nor never none Shall mistress be of it, save I alone. And so adieu, good Madam; never more Will [ my master's tears to you deplore. Oli. Yet come again: for thou, perhaps, may'st
move That heart, which now abhors, to like his love.
A room in Olivia's house.
CHEEK, and FABIAN,
Fab.' You must needs yield your reason, Sir Andrew.
Sir And. Marry, I saw your niece do more favours to the Count's serving man, than ever she bestowed upon me; I saw't i'the orchard,
Sir To. Did she see thee the whilc, old boy? tell me that,
Sir And. As plain as I see you now.
Fab. This was a great argument of love in her toward you.
Sir And. 'Slight! will you make an ass o’me ?
Fab. I will prove it legitimate, Sir, upon the oaths of judgement and reason.
Sir To. And they have been grand jury-men, since before Noah was a sailor.
Fab. She did show favour to the youth in your sight, only to exasperate you, to awake your dormouse valoir, to put fire in your heart, and brimstone in your liver: You should then have accosted her; and with some excellent jests, fire- new from the mint, you should have lang'd the youth into dumbness. This was look'd for at your hand, and this was baulk'd: the double gilt of this opportunity you let tiine wash off, and you are now sailed into the north of my lady's opinion; where you will hang like an icicle on a Dutchman's beard, unless you do redeem it by some laudable attempt,' either of valour, pr policy.