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Sir And. A mellifluous voice, as I am a truel llady bade me tell you, that though she harbours knight.
you as her kinsman, she's nothing ally'd to your Sir To. A contagious breath.
disorders. If you can separate yourself and your Sir And. Very sweet and contagious, i'faith. I misdemeanors, you are welcome to the house; if
Sir To. To hear by the nose, it is dulcet in 5 not, an it would please you to take leave of her, contagion. But shall we make the welkin dance, she is very willing to bid you farewell. indeed'? Shall we ronse the night-owl in a catch, | Sir To. Furewell, dear heurt, since I must needs that will draw three souls out of one weaver be gone. shall we do that?
Alal. Nay, good sir Toby. Sir And. An you love me, let's do't: I am a 10 Clo. His eyes do shew his days are almost done. dog at a catch.
Mul. Is't even so?
Clo. Sir Toby, there you lie. Clo. Hold thy peace, thou Knave, knight? I Alul. This is much credit to you. shall be constrain'din't to call thee knave, knight. 151 Sir To. Shall I bid him go? [Singing.
Sir And.'Tis not the first time I have constrain'd Cl. H'hat ain if you do? one to call me knave. Begin fool; it begins, | Sir To. Shall I bid him go, and spare not? Hold thy peace.
Clo. O no, no, no, no, you dare not. Clo. I shall never begin if I hold my peace. Sir To. Out o'tune, sir, ye lie.--Art any more Sir And. Good, i'faith: come, begin.
20 than a steward? Dost thou think, because thou art [They sing a catch. virtuous, there shall be no more cakes and ale'n? Enter Maria.
| Clo. Yes, by saint Anne; and ginger shall be Mar. What a catterwauling do you keep here: hot i' the mouth too. If my lady have not call'd up her steward, Mal- Sir To. Thou'rti'the right.-Go, sir, rub your volio, and bid him turn you out of doors, never 25 chain with crums:---A stoop of wine, Maria!trust me.
Mul. Mistress Mary, if you priz'd my lady's Sir To. Mylady's a Cataian', we are politicians: favour at any thing more than contempt, you Malvolio's a Peg-a-Ramsey, and Three merrymen would not give means for this uncivil rule z; she be we'.
| Ishall know of it, by this hand. ,
[Exit. Am not I consanguineous? am I not of her blood: 30 Mar. Go shake your ears. Tilly-valley', lady! There dwelt u man in Babylon, Sir And. 'Twere as good a deed, as to drink lady, lady!
[Singing. when a man's a hungry, to challenge him to the Člo. beshrew me, the knight's in admirablel field; and then to break promise with him, and fooling
I make a fool of him. Sir And. Ay, he does well enough, if he be|35Sir To, Do't, knight; I'll write thee a chaldispos'd, and so do I too; he does it with a better llenge; or I'll deliver thy indignation to him by grace, but I do it more natural.
word of mouth. Sir To. O the twelfth day of December, - | Mar. Sweet Sir Toby, be patient for to-night: Alar. For the love o'God, peace. [Singing. since the youth of the count's was to-day with my Enter Malrolio.
140 lady, she's much out of quiet. For monsieur MalMlal. My masters, are you mad? or what are you? volio, let me alone with him : if I do not gull Have you no wit, manners, nor honesty, but to him into a nayword's, and make bim a common gabble like tinkers at this time of night? Do ve frecreation, do not think I have wit enough to lie make an ale-house of my lady's house, that yel straight in my bed: I know I can do it. squeak out your coziers' catches without any mi-45 Sir To. Possess usł4, possess us; tell us sometigation or remorse of voice? Is there no respect thing of him. of place, persons, por time, in you?
| Mar. Marry, sir, sometimes he is a kind of Sir To. We did keep time, sir, in our catches. Ipuritan. Sneck up'!
Sir And. O, if I thought that, I'd beat him like Mal. Sir Toby, I must be round with you. My! 50 a dog.
"That is, drink till the sky seems to turn round. 2 'Fbis expression of the power of musick, is familiar with our author. Auch ado about Nothing: “Note is my soul ratislud. Is it not strange that sheep's-guts should hule souls out of men's bodies?"-_Why he says three sculs, is, because he is speaking of a catch in three parts; and the peripatetic philosophy, then in vogue, very liberally gave every man three souls; the tegetative or plastic, the animal, and the rational. "A term of reproach. See note", p. 52. “The name of a very obscene old song. “This is a conclusion common to many old songs. Tilly-alley was an interjection of contempt, in use at that time. Lady, lady, is the bure then of the song, of which Sir Toby was probably reminded, by saying, “ Tilly-talley, lady.” A cozir is a taylor, from the French word coudre, to sew. Mr. Steevens thinks we should read Sneakcur, i. e. one who takes his glass in a sneaking manner; but afterwards adds that sneck the door is a north-country expression for latch the door. I surmise that it means go hang yourseli, in which the sense is good in tive examples brought by Mr. Steevens. S. A. 10 Alluding to the custom on holidays or saints' days to make cakes in the honour of the day, which the Puritans called superstition. 1 Stewards formerly wore a chain as a mark of superiority over other servants. 12 i. e. behaviour. 13 i. e, a bye-word, a kind of proverbial reproach. 14 i. e. inform us, tell us.
Sir To. What, for being a puritan? thy ex-l Now, good Cesario, but that piece of song, quisite reason, dear knight?
That old and antique song we heard last night: Sir And. I have no exquisite reason for't, but I Methought, it did relieve my passion much; have reason good enough.
More than light airs, and recollected* termis, Alar. The devil a puritan that he is, or any 5 Of these most brisk and giddy-paced times :thing constantly but a time-pleaser; an attec- Come, but one verse. tion'd' ass, that cons state without book, and ut. Cur. He is not here, so please your lordship, ters it by great swarths: the best persuaded of Juhat should sing it. himself, so cramnid, as he thinks, with excellences, Duke. Who was it? that it is his ground of faith, that all, that look on 10 Cur. Feste, the jester, my lord; a fool, that the him, love him ; and on that vice in him will my lady Olivia's father took much delight in: he is revenge find notable cause to work.
Jabout the house. Sir To. What wilt thou do?
Il Duke. Seek him out, and play the tune the while. Mar. I will drop in his way some obscure epistles
Erit Curio. Musick. of love; wherein, by the colour of bis beard, the 15 Come hither, bov: If ever thou shalt love, shape of his leg, the manner of his gait, the ex- In the sweet pangs of it, remember me: pressure of his eye, forehead, and complexion, hel For, such as I am, all true lovers are: shall find himself most feelingly personated; Ican Instaid and skittish in all motions else, write very like my lady, your niece; on a for- Save, in the constant image of the creature gotten matter we can hardly make distinction of 20 That is belov'd.—How dost thou like this tune? our hands.
| Vio. It gives a very echo to the seat Sir To. Excellent' I smell a device.
Where love is thron'd. Sir And. I have't in my nose too.
| Duke. Thou dost speak masterly : Sir To. He shall think, by the letters that thou My life upon't, young though thou art, thine eye wilt drop, that they come from my niece, and that 25 Hath stay'd upon some favour' that it lores; she is in love with him.
Hath it not, boy? Alar. My purpose is, indeed a horse of that | Vio. A little, by your favour. colour.
Duke. What kind of woman i’st? Sir And. And your horse would now make him! Vio. Of your complexion. an ass.
301 Duke. She is not worth thee, then. What years, Mar. Ass, I doubt not.
i'faith? Sir And. 0, 'twill be admirable.
Fio. About your years, my lord. Mar. Sport royal, I warrant you: I know, my Duke. Too old, by heaven; Let still the woman physick will work with himn. I will plant you two,
take and let the foolınake a third, where he shall find the 35 An elder than berself; so wears she to him, letter; observe his.construction of it. For this night, 150 sways she level in her husband's heart. to bed and dream on the event. Farewell. [Erit. For, boy, however we do praise ourselves, Sir To. Good night, Penthesilea?.
Our fancies are more giddy and unfirm, Sir And. Before me, she's a good wench. More longing, wavering, sooner lost and worn',
Sir To. She's a beagle, true-bred, and one that 40 Than women's are. adores me; What o'that?
Vio. I think it well, iny lord. Sir And. I was ador'd once too.
Duke. Then let thy lovebe youngerthan thyself, Sir To. Let'sto bed, knight.--Thou hadst need! Or thy affection cannot hold the bent: send for more money.
For women are as roses, whose fair flower, Sir And. If I cannot recover your piece, I am a 45 Being once display'd, doth fall that very hour. foul way out.
| Vio. And so they are: alas, that they are so; Sir To. Send for money, knight; if thou hast |To die, even when they to perfection grow! her not i' the end, call me Cut'. Sir And. If I do not, never trust me, take it houl
Re-enter Curio, and Clown. you will.
50 Duke. O fellow, coine, the song we had last . Sir, To. Come, come; I'll go burn some sack, Mark it, Cesaria; it is old, and plain: (night:'tis too late to go to bed now: come, knight; come, The spinsters and the knitters in the sun, knight.
Exeunt. And the free maids that weave their thread with SC EN E IV.
155 Do use to chant it ; it is silly sooth,
And dallies with the innocence of love,
|| Duke. Ay; prythee, sirg. [Asusick. ? That is, affected. ? i. e. amazon. Salluding to a cut or curtail dog. See note', p. 62. * i, e. studied. si. e, some beauty, or complexion. ój. e. worn out. Meaning perhaps, vacant, or easy in mind. i. c. it is plain, simple truth. The old age implies the ages past, the times of simplicity,
1 Vio. Toowell what love women to men may owe: Come arvay, come away, death,
jin faith, they are as true of heart as we,
My father had a daughter lov'd a man, And in sad cypress let me be laid;
As it might be, perhaps, were I a woinan, · Fly away, tly away, breath;
5 I should your lordship. I am slain by a fair cruel maid.
| Duke. And what's her history? My shrowd of white, stuch all with yeu,
Vio. A blank, my lord: She never told her love, O, prepare it;
But let concealment, like a worm i' the bud, My part of death no one so true
Feed on her damask cheek : she pin’d in thought; Did share it.
10 And, with a green and yellow melancholy, Not a floruer, not a floruer sweet,
She sat like Patience on a monument, On my black cofjin let there be strown;
Smiling at Grief. Was not this love, indeed? Not a friend, not a friend greet
We men inay say more, swear more: but, indeed, Mly poor corpse, where my bones shall bethrown: Our shows are more than will; for still we prove A thousand thousand sighs to sure,
|15|Much in our vows, but little in our love. Lay me, 0! where
Duke. But dy'd thy sister of her love, my hov? Sad true love never find my grave,
Vio. I am all the daughters of my father's house, To weep there.
And all the brothers too;-and yet I know not: Duke. There's for thy pains.
Sir, shall I to this lady?
To her in haste; give her this jewel; say, Clo. Truly, sir, and pleasure will be paid, one! My love can give no place, bide no denay?. time or other.
[Exeunt. Duke. Give me now leave to leave thee. I
SCENE V. Clo. Now, the melancholy god protect thee, and 25 the taylor make thy doublet of changeable tailata,
Olivia's Garden. for thy mind is a very opal':-I would have men
Enter Sir Toby, Sir Andrew, and Fabian of such constancy put to sea, that their business Sir To. Come thy ways, signior Fabian.' . might be everything, and their intentevery where ;/ Fab. Nay, I'll come: if I lose a scruple of this for that's it, that always makes a good voyage of 30 sport, let me be bil'd to death with melancholy. nothing.-Farewell.
Erit. Sir To. Would'st thou not be glad to have the Duke. Let all the rest give place. [Erčunt. loiggardly rascally sheep-biter coine by some notaOnce more Cesario,
ble shame? Get thee to yon same sovereign cruelty : | Fab. I would exult, man: you know, he brought Tell her, my love, more noble than the world, 135 me out of favour with my lady, about a bear-baitPrizes not quantity of dirty lands;
. The parts that fortune hath bestow'd upon her, | Sir To. To anger him, we'll have the bear again; Tell her, I hold as giddily as fortune;
and we will fool him black and blue: Shall we But 'tis that miracle, and queen of gems,
Inot, Sir Andrew ? That nature pranks her in, attracts my soul. 40 Sir And. An we do not, it is pity of our lives. Tio. But, if she cannot love you, sir?--
Enter Maria. Duke. I cannot be so answer'd.
Sir To. Here comes the little villain :-How l'io. 'Sooth, but you must.
now, my nettle of India? Say, that some lady, as perhaps there is,
Alur: Get you all three into the box-tree: Mal. Hath for your love as great a pang of heart 45 volio's coming down this walk; he has been yonder As you have for Olivia: you cannot love her; li' the sun, practising behaviour to his own shadow, You tell her so; Must she not then be answer'd: this half hour: observe hin, for the love of Duke. There is no woman's sides
mockery; for, I know, this letter will make a Can bide the beating of so strong a passion, contemplative ideot of him. Close, in the name As love doth give my heart: no woman's heart 50 of jesting! Lie thou there; for here comes the So big, to hold so much: they lach retention, trout that must be caught with tickling. Alas, their love may be call'd appetite,
[They hide themselves. Nuria throws docent a No motion of the liver, but the palate,-
letter, and exit. That sutiers surteit, cloyment, and revolt;
Enter Malcolio. But mine is all as hungry as the sea,
Mal. 'Tis but fortune; ail is fortune. Maria And can digest as much: make no compare once told me she did affect me; and I have heard Between that love a woman can bear me,
herself come thus near, that, should she fancy, it And that I owe Olivia.
should be one of my complexion. Besides, she fio. Ay, but I know,
Tuses me with a more exalted respect than any one Duke. What dost thou know?
i solelse that foilows her. What should I think on't?
A precious stone of almost all colours. ?j. e. no where, as it hath no one more particular place in view than another. 3 Denun is denial. Mr. Steevens observes, that the old copy reads
" mettle of Indiu ;” meaning, my girl of gold, my precious girl; and this is probably the true meaning.
Sir Sir To. Here's an over-weening rogue! Il Sir And. I knew 'twas I; for many do call me
Fab. O, peace! Contemplation makes a rare Tool. turkey-cock of him ; how be jets' under his ad- i Mal. What employment have we here'? vanc'd plumes !
[Taking up the letter. Sir And. 'Slight, I could so beat the rogue:- 5. Fab. Now is the woodcock near the gin. Sir To. Peace, I say.
1 Sir To. Oh peace! and the spirit of humours Mal. To be count Malvolio ;
Jintimate reading aloud to him ! Sir To. Ah, rogue!
| Mal. By my life, this is my lady's hand : these Sir And. Pistol him, pistol him.
be her very C's, ler U's, and her T's; and thus Sir To Peace, peace!
loomakes she her great P's. It is, in contempt of Mal. There is example fort; the lady of the question, her band. strachy married the yeoman of the wardrobe. Sir And. ller C's, her U's, and her T's: Why Sir And. Fie on bim, Jezebel!
Ithat? Fab. O, peace! now he's deeply in; look, how Mial. “ To the unknown belov'd, this, and my imagination blows him'.
115“ good wishes:" her very phrases !-By your Mal. Having been three months married to her, leave, wax.-Soft! and the impressure her Lusitting in my state,-
crece, with which she uses to seal: 'tis my lady : Sir To. O for a stone-bow“, to hit him in the To whom should this be? eye!
Fab. This wins bim, liver and all. Alal. Calling my officers about me, in my 20 Mul.“ Jove knows I love: branch'd velvet yown; having come from a day
“ But who? bed, where I have left Olivia sleeping.
" Lips do not move, Sir To. Fire and brimstone!
“ No man must know. Fub. O, peace, peace!
“No man must know.”- What follows? the Mul. And then to have the humour of state : 25 numbers alter'd !-" No man must know :"-if and after a demure travel of regard,--telling them, this should be thee, Malvolio? I know my place, as I would they should do theirs,' I Sir To. Marry, hang thee, brocke! to ask for my kinsman Toby:
Mal. “ I may command, where I adore : Sir To. Bolis and shackles !
“ But silence, like a Lucrece knife, Fab. O, peace, peace, peace! now, now.
“ With bloodless stroke my heart doth gore; Nal.Seven of my people, with an obedient start, “M. O. A. I. doth sway my life.” make out for him: Í frown the while; and, per Fab. A fustian riddle! chance, wind up my watch', or play with some Sir To. Excellent wench, say I. rich jewel. Toby approaches; curtsiesthere tome. Mal. “M. O. A. I. doth sway my life.”—Nay, Sir To. Shall this fellow live?
35 but first, let me see,-let me see,-let me see. Fab. Though our silence be drawn from us with | Fub. What a dish of poison has she dress'd lim! cars", yet peace.
| Sir To. And with what wing the stannyel' Mai. I extend my hand to him thus, quenching! checksto at it! my familiar smile with an austere regard of con- 1 dal, “I may command where I adore." Why troul :
40 she may commandme; I serve her, she is my lady. Sir To. And does not Toby take you a blowl Why, this is evident to any formal" capacity. o'the lips then?
There is no obstruction in this ;-And the end; Mul. Saying, “ Cousin Toby, my fortunes hav- What should that alphabetical position portend? “ing cast me on your niece, give me this prel If I could make that resemble something in me, “ rogative of speech;">
451-Softly ;-1.0. A. I.Sir To. What, what?
Sir To. O, ay! make up that: he is now at a Mal.“ You must mend your drunkenness." I cold scent. . Sir To. Out, scab!
| Fub. Sowter will cry upon't, for all this, Fab. Nay, patience, or we break the sinews of though it be as rank as a fox. our plot.
501 Mal. 11,--Vialvolio;--11,-wly, that beNial. “ Besides, you waste the treasure of your gins my name. “ time with a foolish kuight;"
Fab. Did not I say, he would work it out? the Sär and. That's me, I warrant you.
cur is excellent at faults. Mal. “ One sir Andrew;"
1 Mul. 11,--But then there is no consonancy in
Tojet is to strut. ? Mr. Steevens proposes to read, we think happily, starchy; i. e. the room in which linen underwent the once most complicated operation of starching. i. e. pufis him up. * i. e. a cross bow, a bow which shoots stones. 5 Watches at that time were very uncommon. Si. e. carts. - Meaning, what's to do here? Si. e. badger. He calls Malvolio one, because he is likely to be hunted like that animal. To badger a man, is a phrase now in use for making a fool of him. The stannyel is the common stone-hawk, in the north called stanchil. 1* i. e. flies at it. "j. e. anv one in his senses. Probably means here the name of a hound. A souter, however, was a cobler.
the sequel; that suffers under probation: A should fings, and cross-garter'd, even with the swiftness follow, but o does.
of putting on. Jove, and my stars, be praised !-Fab. And O shall end, I hope'.
Here is yet a postscript. "'Thou.canst not chuse Sir To. Ay, or I'll cudgel him, and make him but know who I am. If thou entertainest my cry, 0.
5}" love, let it appear in the smiling; thy smiles Mal. And then I comes behind.
f“ become thee well: therefore in my presence Fab. Ay, an you had an eye behind you, you " still smile, dear my sweet, I prythee." --Jove, I might see more detraction at your heels, than for- thank thee.--I will smile; I will do every thing tunes before you.
that thou wilt have me.
[Erit. Mal. M. Ö. A. 1.-This simulation is not as the 10 Fub. I will not give my part of this sport tor a former :--and yet, to crush this a little, it would spension of thousands to be paid from the Sophy. bow to me, for every one of these letters is in my Sir To. I could marry this wench for this name. Soft; here follows prose. “ If this faill device. “ into thy hand, revolve. In my stars I am above | Sir And. So could I too. “ thee; but be not afraid of greatness: Some are 15 Sir To. And ask no other dowry with her, but “born great, some atchieve greatness, and some such another jest. “ have greatness thrust upon them. Thy fates
Enter Niaria. “ open their hands; let thy blood-and spirit em“ brace them And, to inure thrself to what Sir And. Nor I neither. “ thou art like to be, cast thy humble slough, and 20 Fab. Here comes my noble gull-catcher. “ appear fresh. Be opposite with a kinsman, surly Sir To. Wilt thou set thy foot o'my neck? “ with servants : let thy tongue tang arguments 01 Sir And. Or o' mine either? " state; put thyself into the trick of singularity: Sir To. Shall I play my freedom at tray-trip, “ She thus advises thee, that sighs for thee. Re- and become thy bond-slave? “ member who commendedthy yellow stockings;251 Sir And. l'aith, or I either? " and wish'd to see thee ever cross-garterid:lay, Sir To. Why, thou hast put him in such a “ remember. Go to; thou art made, if thou de- dre:m, that, when the image of it leaves him, he “ sirest to be so; if not, let me see thee a steward must run mad. “ still, the fellow of servants, and not worthy toll llur. Nay, but say true, does it work upon “ touch Fortune's fingers. Farewel. She, ihat 30 him?
“ would alter services with thee, The fortunate. Sir To. Like aqua-vitæ' with a midwife. .“unhappy.” Day-light andchampain discovers noul Mur. Il you will then see the fruits of the sport, more: this is open. I will be proud, I will read mark his first approach before my lady: he will politic authors, I will battle Sir Toby, I will wash come to her in yellow stockings, and 'tis a colour off gross acquaintance, I will be point-de-vice', the 35 she abhors; and cross-guter'd, a fashion she devery man. I do not now fool myself to let imagina. tests; and he will smile upon her, which will vow tion jade me; for every reason excites to this, that be so unsuitable to her disposition, being addicted my lady loves me. She did cominend my yellow to a melancholy as she is, that it cannot but turn stockings of late, she did praise my leg being cross- him into a noiable contempt: if you will see it, garter'd; and in this she manifests herself to my to follow me. luve, and, with a kind of injunction, drives me to Sir To. To the gates of Tartar, thou most ex. these habits of her liking. I thank my stars, I am cellent devil of wit! happy. I will be strange, stout, in yellow stock | Sir And. I'll make one too. [Ereunt.
S C Ε Ν Ε Ι.
1501 Vio. Art thou a churchman? . Oliria's Garden.
Clo. No such matter, sir; I do live by the Enter Viola and (lown.
church: for I do live at my house, and my house Vio. SAVE thee, friend, and thy musick: Joth stand by the church. W Dost thou live by thy tabor?
Vio. So thou may'st say, the king lies by a begClo. No, sir, I live by the church.
1551zar, if a beggar dwell near him; or, the church " Meaning, probably, that it shall end in sighing or disappointment. ? Yellow stockings were, in our author's tine, inuch worn. The puritans of those times ariected this fashion, and in a former scene Malvolio is said to have been an állecter of puritanism. * i. e. broad day and an open country cannot make things plainer. si. e. with the utmost possible exactness. Mr. Steevens supposes tray-trip to have been the name of some game at tables, draughts, or cards; while sir John Hawkins says it was a game (much in vogue in our author's days, and still retained among the lower class of young people in the west of England) the same as now goes under the name of Scotch-hop, which was play'd either upon level ground marked out with chalk in the form of squares or diarnonds, or upon a chequered pavement. i. e. strong waters.