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Being skilless in these parts ; which to a stranger,
My kind Antonio,
'Would, you'd pardon me;
Seb. Belike, you slew great number of his people.
Ant. The offence is not of such a bloody nature ; Albeit the quality of the time, and quarrel, Might well have given us bloody argument. It might have since been answer'd in repaying What we took from them; which, for traffick's sake, Most of our city did: only myself stood out:
For which, if I be lapsed in this place,
Do not then walk too open.
ledge With viewing of the town; there shall you
have me. Seb. Why I your purse?
Ant. Haply, your eye shall light upon some toy
Seb. I'll be your purse-bearer, and leave you for
Ant. To the Elephant.-
I do remember.
Enter OLIVIA and MARIA. Oli. I have sent after him : He says, he'll come 16; How shall I feast him ? what bestow on him' 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,
He's coming, madam ;
Oli. Why, what's the matter ? does he rave?
Oli, Go call him hither.-I'm as mad as he,
Enter Malvolio. How now, Malvolio?
Mal. Sweet lady, ho, ho. [Smiles fantastically,
Oli. Smil'st thou ?
Mal. Sad, lady? I could be sad: This does make some obstruction 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 sonnet is : Please one, and
Oli. Why, how dost 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 shall be executed. I think, we do know the sweet Roman hand,
Oli. Wilt thou go to bed, Malvolio?
Mal. To bed ? ay, sweet-heart; 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.
them. Oli. Heaven restore thee !
Mal. Remember, who commended thy yellow stockings;
Oli. Thy yellow stockings?
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. Pli. Why, this is very midsummer madness 47.
Ser. Madam, the young gentleman of the count Orsino's is return'd; I could hardly entreat him back: he attends your ladyship's pleasure.
Oli. I'll come to him. [Erit Servant.] Good Maria, let this fellow be look'd 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. [Ereunt 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 look'd to: Fellow! not Malvolio, nor after my degree, but fellow. 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.