as your feet hit the ground they step on: they say, | What will you do? Now my necessity he has been fencer to the Sophy. Sir And. Pox on't, I'll not meddle with him. Sir To. Ay, but he will not now be pacified: Fabian can scarce hold him yonder. Sir And. Plague on't; an I thought he had been valiant, and so cunning in fence, I'd have seen him damned ere I'd have challenged him. Let him let the matter slip, and I'll give him my horse, grey Capilet. Sir To. I'll make the motion: stand here, make a good show on't; this shall end without the perdition of souls: marry, I'll ride your horse as well as I ride you. [Aside. Re-enter Fabian and Viola. Makes me to ask you for my purse: It grieves me But be of comfort. 2 Off. Come, sir, away. Ant. I must entreat of you some of that money. For the fair kindness you have show'd me here, I'll lend you something: my having is not much; I have his horse [to Fab.] to take up the quarrel; Vio. I know of none; Sir To. There's no remedy, sir; he will fight Nor know I you by voice, or any feature: with you for his oath sake: marry, he hath better! hate ingratitude more in a man, bethought him of his quarrel, and he finds that now Than lying, vainness, babbling, drunkenness, scarce to be worth talking of: therefore draw, for or any taint of vice, whose strong corruption the supportance of his vow; he protests, he will not Inhabits our frail blood. hurt you. Vio. Pray God defend me! A little thing man. would make me tell them how much I lack of a Enter Antonio. Vio. I do assure you, 'tis against my will. [Draws. Ant. Put up your sword;-If this young gentleman Have done offence, I take the fault on me; Ant. One, sir, that for his love dares yet do Than you have heard him brag to you he will. you. Enter two Officers. [Draws. Ant. O heavens themselves! I snatch'd one half out of the jaws of death; 1 Off. What's that to us? The time goes by; away. Thou hast, Sebastian, done good feature shame.- 1 Of The man grows mad; away with him. Come, come, sir. Ant. Lead me on. [Ere. Officers, with Antonio. That he believes himself; so do not I. Sir To. Come hither, knight; come hither, Fabian; we'll whisper o'er a couplet or two of most sage saws. Vio. He nam'd Sebastian; I my brother know Fab. O good sir Toby, hold; here come the Yet living in my glass; even such and so, officers. In favour was my brother; and he went Still in this fashion, colour, ornament, For him I imitate: O, if it prove, Tempests are kind, and salt waves fresh in love! Sir To. I'll be with you anon. [To Antonio. Vio. Pray, sir, put up your sword, if you please. [To Sir Andrew. Sir And. Marry, will I, sir?-and, for that I promised you, I'll be as good as my word: He will bear you easily, and reins well. 1 Off. This is the man; do thy office. 2 Off. Antonio, I arrest thec at the suit Of count Orsino. You do mistake me, sir. Ant. (1) Horrid conception. Ornamented. [Exit. Sir To. A very dishonest paltry boy, and more a coward than a hare: his dishonesty appears, in leaving his friend here in necessity, and denying him; and for his cowardship, ask Fabian. Fab. A coward, a most devout coward, religious in it. Sir And. 'Slid, I'll after him again, and beat him. Sir To. Do, cuff him soundly, but never draw thy sword. Sir And. An I do not, Fab. Come, let's see the event. [Exit. Sir To. I dare lay any money, 'twill be nothing In this uncivil and unjust extent3 yet. ACT IV. 4 [Exeunt. Against thy peace. Go with me to my house; SCENE L-The street before Olivia's house. Clo. Will you make me believe, that I am not sent for you? Seb. Go to, go to, thou art a foolish fellow; Let me be clear of thee. Seb. What relish is in this? how runs the stream? Seb. Madam, I will. Clo. Well held out, i'faith! No, I do not know you; nor I am not sent to you by my lady, to bid you come speak with her; nor your name is not O, say so, and so be! [Exe. master Cesario; nor this is not my nose neither.- SCENE II.—A room in Olivia's house. Enter Nothing, that is so, is so. Seb. I pr'ythee, vent' thy folly somewhere else; thou know'st not me. Maria and Clown. Mar. Nay, I pr'ythee, put on this gown, and Clo. Vent my folly! he has heard that word of this beard; make him believe thou art sir Topas some great man, and now applies it to a fool. the curate; do it quickly: I'll call sir Toby the Vent my folly! I am afraid this great lubber, the whilst. {Exit Maria. world, will prove a cockney.-I pr'ythee now, un- Clo. Well, I'll put it on, and I will dissembles gird thy strangeness, and tell me what I shall vent myself in't; and I would I were the first that ever to my lady; shall I vent to her, that thou art dissembled in such a gown. I am not fat enough coming? to become the function well; nor lean enough to be thought a good student; but to be said, an honest man, and a good housekeeper, goes as fairly, as to say, a careful man, and a great scholar. The competitors' enter. Seb. I pr'ythee, foolish Greek, depart from me; Clo. By my troth, thou hast an open hand:These wise men, that give fools money, get themselves a good report after fourteen years' purchase. Enter Sir Andrew, Sir Toby, and Fabian. Sir And. Now, sir, have I met you again? there's for you. [Striking Sebastian. Seb. Why, there's for thee, and there, and there: are all the people mad? [Beating Sir Andrew. Sir To. Hold, sir, or I'll throw your dagger o'er the house. Clo. This will I tell my lady straight: I would not be in some of your coats for two-pence. [Exit Clown. Sir To. Come on, sir; hold. [Holding Seb. Sir And. Nay, let him alone, I'll go another way to work with him; I'll have an action of battery against him, if there be any law in Illyria: though I struck him first, yet it's no matter for that. Seb. Let go thy hand. Sir To. Come, sir, I will not let you go. Come, my young soldier, put up your iron: you are well fleshed; come on. Seb. I will be free from thee. What would'st thou now? If thou dar'st tempt me further, draw thy sword. Oli. Hold, Toby; on thy life, I charge thee, hold. Oli. Will it be ever thus? Ungracious wretch, Be not offended, dear Cesario:- [Exeunt Sir Toby, Sir Andrew, and Fabian. Let thy fair wisdom, not thy passion, sway Let out. (2) Rude fellow. (3) Violence (4) Made up. Enter Sir Toby Belch and Maria. Clo. Bonos dies, sir Toby: for as the old hermit Clo. What, hoa, I say,-Peace in this prison ! knave. Mal. [in an inner chamber.] Who calls there? Mal. Sir Topas, sir Topas, good sir Topas, go to my lady. Clo. Out, hyperbolical fiend! how vexest thou this man? talkest thou nothing but of ladies? Sir To. Well said, master parson. Mal. Sir Topas, never was man thus wronged!good sir Topas, do not think I am mad; they have laid me here in hideous darkness. Clo. Fie, thou dishonest Sathan! I call thee by the most modest terms: for I am one of those gentle ones, that will use the devil himself with courtesy: say'st thou, that house is dark? Mal. As hell, sir Topas. 8 Clo. Why, it hath bay-windows, transparent as barricadoes, and the clear stones towards the southnorth are as lustrous as ebony; and yet complainest thou of obstruction? Mal. I am not mad, sir Topas; I say to you, this house is dark. Clo. Madman, thou crrest: I say, there is no darkness, but ignorance: in which thou art more puzzled, than the Egyptians in their fog. Mal. I say, this house is as dark as ignorance, though ignorance were as dark as hell; and I say, there was never man thus abused: I am no more mad than you are; make the trial of it in any constant question.1 Clo. What is the opinion of Pythagoras, concerning wild-fowl? Mal. That the soul of our grandam might haply inhabit a bird. Clo. What thinkest thou of his opinion? Mal. I think nobly of the soul, and no way approve his opinion. Clo. Fare thee well remain thou still in darkness thou shalt hold the opinion of Pythagoras, ere I will allow of thy wits; and fear to kill a woodcock, lest thou dispossess the soul of thy grandam. Fare thee well. Mal. Sir Topas, sir Topas, Sir To. My most exquisite sir Topas ! Mar. Thou might'st have done this without thy! beard and gown; he sees thee not. Tell me how thy lady does. his I I Mal. Believe me, I am not; I tell thee true. Clo. I am gone, sir, Like to the old vice, Who with dagger of lath, Pare thy nails, dad, [Exit. Sir To. To him in thine own voice, and bring SCENE III.-Olivia's garden. Enter Sebastian. me word how thou findest him: I would we were Seb. This is the air; that is the glorious sun; well rid of this knavery. If he may be conveni- This pearl she gave me, I do feel't, and see't: ently delivered, I would he were; for I am now so And though 'tis wonder that enwraps me thus, far in offence with my niece, that I cannot pursue Yet 'tis not madness. Where's Antonio then? with any safety this sport to the upshot. Come by could not find him at the Elephant: and by to my chamber. [Exe. Sir Toby and Mar. Yet there he was; and there I found this credit," Clo. Hey, Robin, jolly Robin, That he did range the town to scek me out. [Singing. His counsel now might do me golden service: For though my soul disputes well with my sense, That this may be some error, but no madness, Yet doth this accident and flood of fortune, So far exceed all instance, all discourse, That I am ready to distrust mine eyes, To any other trust' but that I am mad, And wrangle with my reason, that persuades me Or else the lady's mad; yet, if 'twere so, She could not sway her house, command her followers, 10 Mal. Fool, Clo. My lady is unkind, perdy. Mal. Fool, Clo. Alas, why is she so? Mal. Fool, I say; Clo. She loves another-Who calls, ha? Mal. Good fool, as ever thou wilt deserve well at my hand, help me to a candle, and pen, and ink, and paper; as am a gentleman, I will live to be thankful to thee for't. Clo. Master Malvolio! Clo. Alas, sir, how fell you beside your five wits?3 Mal. Fool, there was never man so notoriously abused: I am as well in my wits, fool, as thou art. Clo. But as well? then you are mad, indeed, if you be no better in your wits than a fool. Mal. They have here propertied me; keep me in darkness, send ministers to me, asses, and do all they can to face me out of my wits. Clo. Advise you what you say; the minister is here.-Malvolio, Malvolio, thy wits the heavens restore! endeavour thyself to sleep, and leave thy vain bibble babble. Mal. Sir Topas,— Clo. Maintain no words with him, good fellow. Who, I, sir? not I, sir. God b'wi'you, good sir Topas. Marry, amen.-I will, sir, I will. Mal. Fool, fool, fool, I say, Clo. Alas, sir, be patient. What say you, sir? I am shent for speaking to you. 8 Take, and give back, affairs, and their despatch, Enter Olivia and a Priest. Oli. Blame not this haste of mine: if you mean Now go with me, and with this holy man, -And Mal. Good fool, help me to some light, and some paper; I tell thee, I am as well in my wits, as any That they may fairly note this act of mine! [Exe. man in Illyria. Clo. Well a-day,-that you were, sir! Mal. By this hand, I am: good fool, some ink, paper, and light, and convey what I will set down ACT V. to my lady; it shall advantage thee more than ever SCENE I.-The street before Olivia's house. the bearing of letter did. Clo. I will help you to't. But tell me true, are you not mad, indeed? or do you but counterfeit ? (1) Regular conversation. (2) Any other gem as a topaz. (3) Senses. (4) Taken possession of. (5) Scolded, reprimanded. M Enter Clown and Fabian. Fab. Now, as thou lovest me, let me see his letter. (6) A buffoon character in the old plays, and father of the modern harlequin. (7) Account. (8) Reason. (10) Servants. (1) Little chapel. (9) Belief. (12) Until. Clo. Good master Fabian, grant me another re-I know not what 'twas, but distraction. quest. Fab. Any thing. Clo. Do not desire to see this letter. Enter Duke, Viola, and attendants. Clo. Truly, sir, the better for my foes, and the worse for my friends. Duke. Just the contrary; the better for thy Duke. Notable pirate! thou salt-water thief! Ant. Orsino, noble sir, Be pleas'd that I shake off these names you give me, Antonio never yet was thief, or pirate, Though, I confess, on base and ground enough, Orsino's enemy. A witchcraft drew me hither: From the rude sea's enrag'd and foamy mouth That most ungrateful boy there, by your side, His life I gave him, and did thereto add Did I redeem; a wreck past hope he was: All his in dedication: for his sake, My love, without retention, or restraint, Did I expose myself, pure for his love, Into the danger of this adverse town; Clo. Marry, sir, they praise me, and make an ass Where being apprehended, his false cunning Drew to defend him, when he was beset; of me; now my foes tell me plainly I am an ass: so (Not meaning to partake with me in danger,) that by my foes, sir, I profit in the knowledge of myself; and by my friends I am abused: so that, Taught him to face me out of his acquaintance, conclusions to be as kisses, if your four negatives while one would wink; denied me mine own grew a twenty-years-removed thing, make your two affirmatives, why, then the worse for my friends, and the better for my foes. Duke. Why, this is excellent. friends. Clo. No, sir, the worse. Duke. How can that be? Clo. By my troth, sir, no; though it please you to be one of my friends. Duke. Thou shalt not be the worse for me; there's gold. Clo. But that it would be double-dealing, sir, would you could make it another. Duke. O, you give me ill counsel. I Clo. Put your grace in your pocket, sir, for this once, and let your flesh and blood obey it. Duke. Well, I will be so much a sinner to be a double-dealer; there's another. Clo. Primo, secundo, tertio, is a good play; and the old saying is, the third pays for all: the triplex, sir, is a good tripping measure; or the bells of St. Bennet, sir, may put you in mind; One, two, three. Duke. You can fool no more money out of me at this throw: if you will let your lady know, I am here to speak with her, and bring her along with you, it may awake my bounty further. Clo. Marry, sir, lullaby to your bounty, till I come again. I go, sir; but I would not have you to think, that my desire of having is the sin of covetousness: but, as you say, sir, let your bounty take a nap, I will awake it anon. [Exit Clown. Enter Antonio and Officers. Vio. Here comes the man, sir, that did rescue me. And this is he, that did the Tiger board, (1) Mischievous. And purse, Which I had recommended to his use How can this be? (No interim, not a minute's vacancy,) Enter Olivia and attendants. Duke. Here comes the countess; now heaven Oli. What would my lord, but that he may not Duke. Gracious Olivia,-- lord, -Good my Vio. My lord would speak, my duty hushes me. Duke. Still so cruel? Oli. Still so constant, lord. Duke. What! to perverseness? you uncivil lady, Oli. Even what it please my lord, that shall be come him. Duke. Why should I not, had I the heart to do it, (3) Dull, gross. Where he sits crowned in his master's spite.- Sir And. Od's lifelings, here he is:-You broke Come boy, with me; my thoughts are ripe in mis-my head for nothing; and that that I did, I was chief: I'll sacrifice the lamb that I do love, To spite a raven's heart within a dove. [Going. [Following. Oli. Where goes Cesario? Oli. Ah, me, detested! how am I beguil❜d! Oli. Hast thou forgot thyself? Is it so long?- Duke. Oli. Whither, my lord ?—Cesario, husband, stay. Oli. Ay, husband; Can he that deny? No, my lord, not I. Father, I charge thee, by thy reverence, Priest. A contract of eternal bond of love, Strengthen'd by interchangement of your rings; Since when, my watch hath told me, toward my grave, I have travelled but two hours. Duke. O, thou dissembling cub! what wilt thou be, broke. Sir And. He has broke my head across, and has given sir Toby a bloody coxcomb too: for the love of God, your help: I had rather than forty pound, I were at home. Oli. Who has done this, sir Andrew? Sir And. The count's gentleman, one Cesario: we took him for a coward, but he's the very devil incardinate. Duke. My gentleman, Cesario? Disown thy property. (2) Skin. set on to do't by sir Toby. Vio. Why do you speak to me? I never hurt you: You drew your sword upon me, without cause; But I bespake you fair, and hurt you not. Sir And. If a bloody coxcomb be a hurt, you have hurt me; I think, you set nothing by a bloody |coxcomb. Enter Sir Toby Belch, drunk, led by the Clown. Here comes sir Toby halting, you shall hear more: but if he had not been in drink, he would have tickled you othergates' than he did. Duke. How now, gentleman? how is't with you? Sir To. That's all one; he has hurt me, and there's the end on't.-Sot, did'st see Dick surgeon, sot? Clo. O he's drunk, sir Toby, an hour agone; his eyes were set at eight i' the morning. Sir To. Then he's a rogue. After a passy-measure, or a pavin, I hate a drunken rogue. Oli. Away with him: who hath made this havoc with them? Sir And. I'll help you, sir Toby, because we'll be dressed together. Sir To. Will you help, an ass-head, and a coxcomb, and a knave? a thin-faced knave, a gull? Oli. Get him to bed, and let his hurt be look'd to. [Exeunt Clown, Sir Toby, and Sir Andrew. Enter Sebastian. Seb. I am sorry, madam, I have hurt your kins man; But, had it been the brother of my blood, I must have done no less, with wit, and safety. Duke. One face, one voice, one habit, and two A natural perspective, that is, and is not. Ant. Sebastian are you? Seb. Do I stand there? I never had a brother: I (5) Out of charity tell me. |