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WHAT YOU WILL.
PERSONS REPRESENT E D.
ORSINO, Duke of Illyria.
FABIAN, servant to Olivia. SEBASTIAN, a young gentleman,brother 10 l'iola. Malvolio, a fantastical steward to Olivia. ANTONIO, a sea-captuin, friend to Sebustian. Clown, servunt to Olivia. CURESTINE, } Gentlemen attending on the Dukt.
OLIVIA, a lady of great beauty and fortune, be Sir Toby Belch, uncle to Olivia.
lov'd by the Duke. Sir ANDREW AGUE-CHEEK, a foolish knight, Viola, in love with the Duke, pretending to Olivia,
Maria, Olivia's woman. A Sea-Captuin, friend to Viola.
Priest, Sailors, Officers, and other Attendants.
SCENE, a City on the Coast of Illyria.
S CE N E 1.
That instant I was turn'd into a hart;
And my desires, like fell and cruel hounds,
E’er since pursue me.-How now? what news Enter the Duke, Curin, and Lords.
5 Duke. If ,
Val. So please my lord, I might not be admitted, That strain again ;-it had a dying fall :
But from her hand-maid do return this answer; 0, it came o'er my ear like the sweet south, The element itself, till seven years hence, That breathes upon a bank of violets,
10 Shall not behold her face at ample view; Stealing, and giving odour.-Enough; no more; But, like a cloistress, she will veiled walk, 'Tis not so sweet now, as it was beiore.
And water once a day her chamber round O spirit of love, how quick and fresh art thou : With eye-offending brine: all this, to season That, notwithstanding thy capacity
A brother's dead love, which she would keep fresh, Receiveth as the sea, nought enters there, 15 And lasting, in her sad remembrance. Of what validity' and pitch soever,
Duke. O, she that hath a heart of that fine frame, But falls into abatement and low price,
To pay this debt of love but to a brother, Even in a minute! so full of shapes is fancy, How will she love, when the rich golden shaft That it alone is high-fantastical'.
Hath kill'd the flock of all affections else Cur. Will you go hunt, my lord ?
20 That live in her! when liver, brain, and heart, Duke. What, Curio?
These sovereign thrones, are all supply'd, and fill'd, Cur. The hart.
(Her sweet perfections) with one self-same king! Duke. Why, so I do, the noblest that I have: Away before me to sweet beds of flowers; 0, when my eyes did see Olivia first,
Love-thoughtslie rich,when canopy'd with bowers, Methought she purg'd the air of pestilence : 1251
[Exeunt, * That is, value. ? i. e, love. 3 i. e. fantastical to the height. X 2
pray thee, and I'll pay thee bounteously, The Street.
Conceal me what I am; and be my aid
For such disguise as, haply, shall become Enter Viola, a Captain, and Sailors.
The form of my intent. Pll serve this duke; Vin. What country, friends, is this?
5 Thou shalt present me as an eunuch to him, Cup. This is llyria, lady.
It may be worth thy pains; for I can sing, Vio. And what should I do in Illyria ?
And speak to him in many sorts of musick, My brother he is in Elysium,
That will allow me very worth his service. Perchance, he is not drown'd:-What think you, What else may hap, to time I will commit: sailors ?
10 Only shape thou thy silence to my wit. Cap. It is perchance that you yourselfwere sav’d.
Cap. Be you his eunuch, and your mute I'll be: Vio. O my poor brother! and so, perchance, When my tongue blabs, then let inine eyes not see! may he be.
Vio. I thank thee: lead me on, Cap. True, madam: and, to comfort you with chance,
Enter Sir Toby, and Maria.
Sir To. What a plague means my niece, to take (Courage and hope both teaching him the practice) 20 the death of her brother thus? I am sure, Care's To a strong mast that liv'd upon the sea;
an enemy to life. Where, like Arion on the dolphin's back,
Mar. By my troth, Sir Toby, you must come in I saw him hold acquaintance with the waves, earlier o'nights; your cousin, my lady, takes great So long as I could see.
exceptions to your ill hours. Vio. For saying so, there's gold:
125 Sir To. Why, let her except, before excepted. Mine own escape unfoldeth to my hope,
Mar. Ay, but you must confine yourself within Whereto thy speech serves for authority,
the modest limits of order. The like of him. Know'st thou this country? Sirto, Confine? I'll confine myself no finer than
Cap. Ay, madam, well; for I was bred and born I am: these cloaths are good enough to drink in, Not three hours travel from this very place. 30 and so be these boots too; an they be not, let them l'io. Who governs here?
hang themselves in their own straps. Cap. A noble duke in nature as in name. Mar. That quaffing and drinking will undo rou; Vio. What is his name?
I heard my lady talk of it yesterday; and of a Cap. Orsino.
foolish knight that you brought in one pight here Vio. Orsino; I have heard my father name him. 35 to be her wooer. He was a batchelor then.
Sir To. Who? Sir Andrew Ague-cheek? Cap. And so is now, or was so very late:
Mar. Ay, he. For but a month ago I went from bence;
Sir To. He's as tall’ a man as any's in Illyria. And then 'twas fresh in murmur, (as, you know, Mar. What's that to the purpose? What great ones do, the less will prattle of)
40 SirTo. Why, he has three thousand ducats a year, That he did seek the love of fair Olivia.
Mar. Ay, but he'll have but'a year in all these Vio. What's she?
ducats; he's a very fool, and a prodigal. Cap. A virtuous maid, the daughter of a count Sir To. Fie, that you'll say so! he plays o'th' That dy'd some twelve-month since; then leaving viol-de-gambo, and speaks three or four languages In the protection of his son, her brother, [her 45 word for word without book, and hath all the good Who shortly also dy'd: for whose dear love, gifts of nature. They say, she hath abjur'd the sight
Mar. He hath, indeed,—almost natural: for, And company of men.
besides that he's a fool, he's a great quarreller; and, Vi. O, that I serv'd that lady;
but that he hath the gift of a coward to allay the And might not be deliver'd' to the world, 50 gust he hath in quarrelling, 'tis thought among the Till I had made mine own occasion mellow, prudent, he would quickly have the gift of a What my estate is!
grave. Cap. That were hard to compass;
Sir To. By this hand, they are scoundrels, and Because she will admit no kind of suit,
subtractors that say so of him. Who are they? No, not the duke's.
(55) Mar, They that add, moreover, he's drunk Vio. There is a fair behaviour in thee, captain; nightly in your company, And though that nature with a beauteous wall Sir To. With drinking healths to my niece; I'll Doth oft close in pollution, yet of thee
drink to her, as long as there's a passage in my I will believe, thou hast a mind that suits
throat, and drink in Illyria. He's a coward, and a With this thy fair and outward character. |6ocoystril, that will not drink to my niece, till his ? That is, made public to the world.
2 i. e. approve,
"Mr. Steevens explains coystril to mean a coward cock, or a bastard hawk; while Mr. Tollet says, it implies a paltry groom, one only fit to carry arms, but not to use them,
brains turn o' the toe like a parish-top'. What, Iman has: but I am a great eater of beef, and, I
Sir To. No question.
Sir And. An I thought that, I'd forswear it. I'll
Sir To. Pourquoy, my dear knight? Sir To. Sweet sir Andrew !
Sir And. What is pourquny ? do, or not do? I Sir And. Bless you, fair shrew.
would I had bestowed that time in the tongues, Mur. And you too, sir.
that I have in fencing, dancing, and bear-baiting: Sir To. Accost, sir Andrew, accost.
100, had I but follow'd the arts! Sir And. What's that?
Sir To. Then badst thou had an excellent head Sir To. My niece's chamber-maid.
of hair. Sir And. Good mistress Accost, I desire better Sir And. Why, would that have mended my hair? acquaintance.
Sir To. Past question; for thou seest, it will not Mnr. My name is Mary, sir.
15 curl by nature. Sir And. Good Mrs. Mary Accost,
Sir And. But it becomes me well enough, does't Sir To. You mistake, knight: accost, is, front
not? her, board her, woo her, assail her.
Sir To. Excellent! it hangs like flax on a distaff; Sir And. By my troth, I would not undertake her and I hope to see a housewife take thee between in this company. Is that the meaning of accost :20 her legs, and spin it off. Mlur. Fare you well, gentleinen.
Sir And. 'Faith, I'll home to-morrow, Sir Too Sir To. An thou let part so, sir Andrew, would by: your niece will not be seen; or, if she be's thou inight'st never draw sword again.
it's four to one she'll none of me; the count himSir And. An you part so, mistress I would I elf, here hard by, wooes her. might never draw sword again! Fair lady, do you 231 Sir To. She'll none o' the count; she'll not matcli think you have fools in hand?
above her degree, neither in estate, years, nor wit; Mur. Sir, I have not you by the hand.
I have heard herswearit. Tut, there's lite in't, man. Sir And. Marry,
low o' the strangest mind i' the world; I delight Mar. Now, sir, thought is free: I pray you, 30 in masques and revels sometimes altogether. bring your hand tothe buttery-bar, and let it drink. Sir To. Art thou good at these kick-shaws,
Sir And. Wherefore, sweet-heart? what's your knight? metaphor ?
Sir And. As any man in Illyria, whatsoever Mar. It's dry, sir?.
he be, under the degree of my betters: and yet
I Sir And. Why, I think so; I am not such ar 35 will not compare with an old man. ass, but I can keep my hand dry. But what's you Sir To. What, is thy excellence in a galliard, jest?
knight? Alar. A dry jest, sir.
Sir And. Faith, I can cut a caper. Sir And. Are you full of them?
Sir To. And I can cut the mutton to't. Jlur. Ay, sir: I have them at my fingers' ends: 10 Sir And. And, I think, I have the back-trick, marry, now I let go your hand, I am barren. simply as strong as any man in Illyria.
[Erit Maria. Sir To. Wherefore are these things hid? whereSir To. O knight, thou lack'st a cup of canary; fore have these gifts a curtain before them? Are When did I see thee so put down?
they like to take dust, like mistress Mall's picSir And. Never in your life, I think; unless 45 turet? why dost thou not go to church in a gala you see canary putmedown: Meibinks, sometimes liard, and come home in a coranto? My very walk I have no more wit than a christian, or an ordinary lshould be a jig; I would not so much as make
It was anciently the custom to keep a large top in every village, to be whipped in frosty weather, as well to warın the peasants by exercise, as to keep them out of mischief, while they could not work. 2 Dr. Warburton thinks we should read rosto; the meaning will then be in English, Put on your Castilian countenance; thai is, your grave solemn looks. Mr. Malone observes, that Castiliun seems to have been a cant term for a tinical ailected courtier. 3 That is, not a lover's hand; a moist hand being vulgariy deemed a sign of an amorous constitution. * Shakspeare is here supposed to allude to one Mary Triih, more generally known by the appellation of Mail Cut-purse ; and of whom Mr. Grainger gives the following account in his Biographical History of England: “She was commonly supposed to have been an hermaphrodite, and practised, or was instrumental to, almost every crime and wild frolic which is notorious in the most abandoned and eccentric of both sexes. She was infamous as a prostitute and a procuress, a fortune-teller, a pick-pocket, a thief, and a receiver of stoler. goods.
a Her most signal exploit was robbing General fairtax upon Hounslow Heath, for which she was sent to Newgate, but was, by the proper application of a large suin of money, soon set at liberty. She died of the dropsy, in the 75th year of her age, but would probably have died sooner, if she' had not sinoaked. tobacco, in the frequent use of which she had long indulged herself.”
water but in a sink-a-pace. What dost thou And thou shalt live as freely as thy lord
(strifet: was form’d under the star of a galliard.
lo woo your lady: [Exit Duke.) yet, a barrtul Sir And. Ay, 'tis strong, and it does indifferent 5 Who-e'er I woo, myself would be his wite. (Exeunt. well in a flanie-culourd stock?. Shall we set about some revels?
S CE N E V. Sir To. What shall we do else? were we not
Olivia's House. born under Taurus? Sir And. Taurus? that's sides and heart.
Enter Maria and Clown.
101 Sir To. No, sir; it is legs and thighs. Let me
Mar. Nay, either tell me where thou hast been, see thee caper: ha! higher: ha, ha!--excellerit!
or I will not open my lips so wide as a bristle may [Exeune,
enter in way of thy excuse: my lady will hang
thee for thy absence. SC EN E IV.
Clo. Let her hang me: he, that is well hang'd
15 The Palace.
in this world, needs fear no colours.
Var. Make that good. Enter Valentine, and l'iola in man's attire.
Clo. He shall see none to fear. l'al. If the duhe continue these favours towards!
Alar. A good Lenten' answer; I can tell thee you, Cesario, you are like to be much advanc'd; 20
where that saying was born, of, I fear no colours, he hath known you but three days, and already (lo, Where, good mistress Mary? you are no stranger.
Mar. In the wars; and that may you be bold Vio. You either fear his humour, or my negli- to say in your foolery. gence, that you call in question the continuance of
Clo. Well, God give them wisdom that have it; his love: Is he inconstant, sir, in his favours? 25, and those that are tools, let them use their talents. Val. No, believe me.
Mar. Yet you will be liang'd, for being so long Enter Duke, Curio, and Attendants. absent, or be turn'd away; Is not that as good as Vio. I thank you. Here comes the count.
a hanging to you? Duke. Who saw Cesario, ho?
Clo. Marry, a good hanging prevents a bad
301 Vio. On your attendance, my lord; here.
marriage; and, for turning away, let summer
bear it out. Duke. Stand you a-while aloot.–Cesario,
Mar. You are resolute then? Thou know'st no less but all; I have unclasp'd
Clo. Not so neither; but I am resolv'd on two To thee the book even of my secret soul: Therefore, good youth, address thy gait unto her; 135
. Be not deny'd access, stand at her doors,
Mar. That, if one break, the other will hold; And tell them, there thy fixed foot shall
or, if both break, your gaskins fall.
grow, 'Till thou have audience.
Clo. Apt, in good faith ; very apt! Well, go Vio. Sure, my noble lord,
uy way; if Sir Toby would leave drinking, thou If she be so abandon’d to her sorrow
wert as witty a piece of Eve's flesh as any in As it is spoke, she never will admit me.
Myria. Duke. Be clamorous, and lear all civil bounds,
Dlar. Peace, you rogue, no more of that; here Rather than make unprofited return. (then
comes my lady: make your excuse wisely, you
were best. Vio. Say, I do speak with her, my lord: What
[Exit. Duke. O, then, unfold the passion of my love, 43
Entor Olitia and Malrolio. Surprise her with discourse of my dear faith: Clo. Wit, an't be thy will, put me into good It shall become thee well to act my woes; fooling! Those wits, that think ihey bave thee, do She will attend it better in thy youth,
very oft prove fools; and I, that am sure I lack Than in a nuncio of more grave aspect.
thee, may pass for a wise man: For what says Vio. I think not so, my lord.
50 Quinapalus? Better a witty fool, than a foolish Duke. Dear lad, believe it;
-God bless thee, lady! For they shall yet belye thy happy years,
Oli. Take the fool away: That say, thou art a nian: Diana's lip
Clo. Do you not hear, fellow? take
the Is not more smooth, and rubious; thy small pipe lady. Is as the maiden's orgar., shrill, and sound, 55 Oli. Go to, you're a dry fool ; I'll no more of And all is semblative a woman's part.
vou: besides, you grow dishonest. I know, thy constellation is right apt
Clo. Two faults, Madonna', that drink and good For this affair:—Some four, or five, attend bim; counsel will amend: for give the dry fool drink, All, if you will: for I'myself am best,
then is the fool not dry; bid the dishonest man When least in company :-Prosper well in this, 160 mend himself; if he mend, he is no longer dis
* That is, a cinque-pace; the name of a dance, the measures whereof are regulated by the number five. Stockings were in Shakspeare's time called stocks. * This alludes to the medical astrology, which refers the affections of particular parts of the body, to the predominance of particular constellations. *i. e. a contest full of impediments. Meaning, a short and spare one; alluding to the co;ninons in Lent. • The cant word for mistress, dume,
at the gate.
honest; if he cannot, let the botcher mend him : Mar. I know not, madam; 'tis a fair young man, Any thing that's mended, is but patch'd: virtue, and well attended. that transgresses, is but patch'd with sin; and sin, Oli. Who of my people hold him in delay? that amends, is but paich'd with virtue: if that Mar. Sir Toby, Madam, your kinsman. this simple syllogism will serve, so; if it will not, 5 Oli. Fetch him off, I pray you: he speaks noWhat reinedy? As there is no true cuckold but thing but madman ; Fie on him! Go you, Malcalamity, so beauty's a flower : the lady bade take volio : if it be a suit from the count, I am sick, or away the fool; therefore, I say again, take her not at home ; what you will to dismiss it. [Exit away.
Malvolio.] Now you see, sir, how your fooling oli. Sir, I bade them take away you.
10 grows old, and people dislike it. Clo, Misprision, in the highest degree !-Lady, Clo. Thou hast spoken for us, Madonna, as if Cucullus non facit monachum ; that's as much as thy eldest son should be a fool; whose scull Jove
I wear not motley in my brain. Good Ma- cram with brains, for here comes one of thy kin has donna, give me leave to prove you a fool. a most weak pia mater! Oli. Can you do it?
Enter Sir Toby. Clo. Dexterously, good Madonna.
Oli. By mine honour, half drunk.-What is he Oli. Make your proof.
at the gate, cousin ? Clo. I must catechise you for it, Madonna ; Sir To. A gentleman. Good my mouse of virtue, answer me.
Oli. A gentleman? What gentleman? Oli. Well, sir, for want of other idleness, l’n 201 Sir To."Tis a gentleman here—Aplague o'these bide your proof.
pickle-herrings !-How now, sot ? Clo. Good Madonna, why mourn'st thou ?
Clo. Good Sir Toby, Oli. Good fool, for my brother's death.
Oli. Cousin, cousin, how have you come so Clo. I think his soul is in hell, Madonna. early by this lethargy? Oli. I know his soul is in heaven, fool.
25) Sir To. Lechery! I defy lechery: There's on Clo. The more fool you, Madonna, to mourn for your brother's soul being in heaven. Take Oli. Ay, marry; what is he? away the fool, gentlemen.
Sir To. Let hiin be the devil, an he will, I care Oli. What think you of this fool, Malvolio ? not: give me faith, say I. Well, it's all one. [Erit. doth he not mend ?
130 Oli. What's a drunken man like, fool? Mal. Yes; and shall do, 'till the pangs of death
Clo. Like a drown'd man, a fool, anda madman: shake him : Infirmity, that decays the wise, doth
one draught above heat makes him a fool; the seever make the better fool.
cond mads him; and a third drowns him. Clo. God send you, sir, a speedy infirmity, for
01. Go thou and seek the coroner, and let him the better increasing your folly ! Sir Toby with 35/sit o' my coz; for he's in the third degree of drink, be sworn that I am no fox; but he will not pass
he's drown'd: go, look after him. his word for two-pence that you are no fool.
Clo. He is but mad yet, Madonna ; and the Oli. How say you to that, Malvolio?
fool shall look to the madman.
[Erit Clown. Mal. I marvel your ladyship takes delight in
Re-enter Malvolio. such a barren rascal; I saw him put down the 40 Mal. Madam, yond young fellow swears he will other day with an ordinary fool, that has no more
speak with you. I told him you were sick; he brain than a stone: Look you now, he's out of his
takes on him to understand so much, and thereguard already ; unless you laugh and minister oc
fore comes to speak with you: I told him you casion to him, he is gagg’d. I protest, I take these were asleep; he seems to have a fore-knowledge of wise men, that crow so at these set kind of fools, 45|that too, and therefore comes to speak with you. do better than the fools' zanies.
What is to be said to him, lady? he's fortified Oli. O, you are sick of self-love, Malvolio, and against any denial. taste with a distemper'd appetite: to be generous,
Oli. Tell him, he shall not speak vith me. guiltless, and of free disposition, is to take those
Mal. He has been told so; and he says, he'll things for bird-bolts, that you deem cannon-bullets : 50 stand at your door like a sheriff's post?, and be the There is no slander in an allow'd sool, though he dol supporter to a bench, but he'll speak with you. nothing but rail; nor no railing in a known discreet Oli. What kind of man is he? man, though he do nothing but reprove.
Mal. Why, of man kind. Clo. Now Mercury indye thee with leasing',
Oli. What manner of man? for thou speak’st well of fools !
155) Mal. Of very ill manner; he'll speak with you,
will you, or no. Enter Maria.
oli. Of what personage, and years, is he? Mar. Madam, there is at the gate a young gen
Mal. Not yet old enough for a man, nor young tlenian much desires to speak with you.
enough for a boy; as a squash is before 'tis a Oli. From the count Orsino, is it?
6olpeascod, or a codling when 'tis almost an apple ; * That is, lying.
It was the custom of that officer to have large posts set up at his door, as an indication of his office; the original of which was that the king's proclamations, and other public acts, might be affixed thereon by of publication.