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Oli. My servant, sir! 'Twas never merry world, Since lowly feigning was call'd compliment: You are servant to the count Orsino, youth.
Vio. And he is yours, and his must needs be 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 wet your gentle thoughts On his behalf:Oli.
O, by your leave, I pray you; I bade you never speak again of him: But, would you undertake another suit, I had rather hear you to solicit that, Than musick from the spheres. Vio.
Dear lady, Oli. Give me leave, I beseech you: I did 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 knew none of yours : What might you
think? Have you not set mine honour at the stake, And baited it with all the unmuzzled thoughts That tyrannous heart can think? To one of your re
Vio. I pity you.
3 Ready apprehension.
Vio. No, not a ; grise 4 for ’tis a vulgar proof, That very oft we pity enemies.
Oli. Why, then, methinks, 'tis time to smile 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 : And yet, when wit and youth is come to 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.
Vio. Would it be better, madam, than I am,
Oli. O, what a deal of scorn looks beautiful 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, maugres all thy pride, Nor wit, nor reason, can my passion hide.
Do not extort thy reasons from this clause,
Vio. By innocence I swear, and by my youth,
move That heart, which now abhors, to like his love.
A Room in Olivia's house.
Enter Sir Toby Belch, Sir ANDREW AGUE
CHEEK, and FABIAN. Sir And. No, faith, I'll not stay a jot longer. Sir To. Thy reason, dear venom, give thy reason. 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 while, 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 judgment 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 valour, 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 banged the youth into dumbness. This was looked for at your hand, and this was baulked: the double gilt of this opportunity you let time 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, or policy.
Sir And. And't be any way, it must be with valour; for policy I hate : I had as lief be a Brownist,6 as a politician.
Sir To. Why then, build me thy fortunes upon the basis of valour. Challenge me the count's youth to fight with him; hurt him in eleven places; my niece shall take note of it: and assure thyself, there is no love-broker in the world can more prevail in man's commendation with woman, than report of valour.
Fab. There is no way but this, sir Andrew.
Sir And. Will either of you bear me a challenge to him?
Sir To. Go, write it in a martial hand; be cursti • Separatists in Queen Elizabeth's reign. 7 Crabbed.
and brief; it is no matter how witty, so it be eloquent, and full of invention : taunt him with the licence of ink: if thou thou'st him some thrice, it shall not be amiss; and as many lies as will lie in thy sheet of paper, although the sheet were big enough for the bed of Ware8 in England, set 'em down; go, about it. Let there be gall enough in thy ink; though thou write with a goose-pen, no matter : About it.
Sir And. Where shall I find you?
[Exit Sir ANDREW. Fab. This is a dear manakin to you, sir Toby.
Sir To. I have been dear to him, lad; some two thousand strong, or so.
Fab. We shall have a rare letter from him: but you'll not deliver it.
Sir To. Never trust me then; and by all means stir on the youth to an answer. I think, oxen and wainropes' cannot hale them together. For Andrew, if he were opened, and you find so much blood in his liver as will clog the foot of a flea, I'll eat the rest of the anatomy.
Fab. And his opposite, the youth, bears in his visage no great presage of cruelty.
Enter MARIA. Sir To. Look, where the youngest wren of nine comes.
Mar. If you desire the spleen, and will laugh
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