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drew, if he were open'd, 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 yourselves into stitches, follow me: yon' gull Malvolio is turned heathen, a very renegado; for there is no christian, that means to be sav'd by believing rightly, can ever believe such impossible passage of grossness. He's in yellow stockings.

Sir To. And cross-garter'd?

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Ant. It doth not fit me. Hold, sir, here's my In the south suburbs, at the Elephant,

Is best to lodge: I will bespeak our diet, 15 Whiles you beguile your time, and feed your knowledge, [ine. With viewing of the town; there shall you have Seb. Why I your purse?

Mar. Most villainously; like a pedant that keep a school i' the church.-I have dogg'd him, like his murtherer: He does obey every point of the letter that I dropp'd to betray him. He does smile his 20 face into more lines, than is in the new map, with the augmentation of the Indies: you have not seen such a thing as 'tis; I can hardly forbear hurling things at him. I know, my lady will strike him: if she do, he'll smile, and take 't for a great favour.[25] Sir To. Come, bring us, bring us where he is.

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Seb. I would not, by my will, have troubled But, since you make your pleasure of your pains, I will no further chide you

Ant. I could not stay behind you: my desire, More sharp than filed steel, did spur me forth; And not all love to see you, (though so much, As might have drawn one to a longer voyage) But jealousy what might befal your travel, Being skill-less in these parts; which to a stranger, Unguided, and unfriended, often prove Rough and unhospitable: My willing love, The rather by these arguments of tear, Set forth in your pursuit.

Seb. My kind Antonio,

I can no other answer make, but thanks,
And thanks, and ever: Oft good turns
Are shuffled off with such uncurrent pay:
But, were my worth, as is my conscience, firm,
You should find better dealing. What's to do?
Shall we go see the reliques of this town?

Ant. To-morrow, sir; best first go see your lodging.

Seb. I am not weary, and 'tis long to night;
I pray you, let us satisfy our eyes
With the memorials, and the things of fame,
That do renown this city.

Ant. 'Would, you'd pardon me ;

I do not without danger walk these streets :
Once, in a sea-fight, 'gainst the duke his gallies,
I did some service; of such note indeed,
That were I ta en here, it would scarce be answer'd.


Ant. Haply, your eye shall light upon some toy You have desire to purchase; and your store, I think, is not for idle markets, sir.

Seb. I'll be your purse-bearer, and leave you for An hour.

Ant. To the Elephant.—
Stb. I do remember.


Olivia's House.

Enter Olivia and Maria.


O. I have sent after him: He says he'll come; How shall I feast him? what bestow on hiru? For youth is bought more oft, than begg'd or I speak too loud.


Where is Malvolio--he is sad and civil, 35 And suits well for a servant with my fortunes;— Where is Malvolio? [manner. Mar. He's coming, madam; but in very strange He is, sure, possest, madam.


Oli. Why, what's the matter? does he rave? Mar. No, madam.



He does nothing but smile: your ladyship were
To have some guard about you, if he come,
For, sure,

the man is tainted in his wits.

Oli. Go call him hither.-l'am as mad as he,
Enter Malvolio.

If sad and merry madness equal be.—
How now, Malvolio?

Mal. Sweet lady, ho, ho. [Smiles fantastically.
Oli. Smil'st thou?

50I sent for thee upon a sad occasion.

Mal. Sad, lady? I could be sad: This does make some obstruction in the blood, this crossgartering: But what of that? if it please the eye of one, it is with me as the very true sonnet is; 55 Please one, and please all.

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 hands, and commands 50shall be executed. I think, we do know the sweet Roman hand.

1 Warburton comments on this passage thus: "The women's parts were then acted by boys, sometimes so low in stature, that there was occasion to obviate the impropriety by such kind of oblique apologies." The wren lays generally nine or ten eggs, the last laid of which produces the least hird.

Oli. Wilt thou go to bed, Malvolio? Mal. To bed? ay, sweetheart; 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.

Oli. What meanest thou by that, Malvolio?
Mal. "Some are born great,"-

Oli. Ha?

Mal. "Some atchieve greatness,”—
Oli. What say'st thou?

Mal. "And some have greatness thrust upon "them."

Oli. Heaven restore thee!

Mal. "Remember who commended thy yellow stockings;"





Oli. Thy yellow stockings?

Mal." And wished to see thee cross-garter'd."
Oli. Cross-garter'd?


Mal. "Go to: thou art made, if thou desirest

Oli. Am I made?

"to be so;"

Mal. "If not, let me see thee a servant still."
Oli. Why, this is very midsummer madness'.
Enter a Servant.

Ser. Madam, the young gentleman of the count Orsino's is returned; I could hardly entreat him back: hę attends your ladyship's pleasure.


Oli. I'll come to him. Good Maria, let this 35 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. [Exit.

Mal. Oh, oh! do you come near me now? no 40 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 45 “kinsinan,-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 50 some Sir of note, and so forth. I have lim'd' 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 to-55 gether; 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.

Re-enter Maria, with Sir Toby and Fabian. Sir To. Which way is he, in the name of sanctity? If all the devils in hell be drawn in little, and Legion himself possest him, yet I will speak to him. Fab. Here he is, here he is: How is't with you, sir? how is't with you, man?

Mal. Go off; I discard you; let me enjoy my private: go off.

Mar. Lo, how hollow the fiend speaks within him! did not I tell you?-Sir Toby, my lady prays you to have a care of him.

Mal. Ah, ah! does she so?

Sir To. Go to, go to; peace, peace, we must deal gently with him; let me alone. How do you, Malvolio? how is't with you? What, man! defy the devil: consider, he's an enemy to man kind.

Mal. Do you know what you say?

Mar. La you! an you speak ill of the devil, how he takes it at heart! Pray God, he be not bewitch'd!

Fab. Carry his water to the wise woman.

Mar. Marry, and it shall be done to-morrow morning, if I live. My lady would not lose him for more than I'll say.

Mal. How now, mistress?

Mar. O lord!

SirTo. Pr'ythee, hold thy peace, this is not the way: Do you not see, you move him? let me alone with him.

Fab. No way but gentleness; gently, gently: the fiend is rough, and will not be roughly us'd. Sir To. Why, how now, my bawcock? how dost thou, chuck?

Mal. Sir?

Sir To. Ay, biddy, come with me. What, man! 'tis not for gravity to play at cherry-pit with Satan: Hang him, foul collier'!

Mar. Get him to say his prayers: good sir Toby, get him to pray.

Mal. My prayers, minx?

Mar. No, I warrant you, he will not hear of godliness.

Mal. Go, hang yourselves all! you are idle shallow things: I am not of your element; you shall know more hereafter. [Exit.

Sir To. Is't possible?


Fub. If this were play'd upon a stage now, could condemn it as an improbable fiction. Sir To. His very genius has taken the infection of the device, man.

Mar. Nay, pursue him now; lest the device take air, and taint.

Fab. Why, we shall make him mad indeed.
Mar. The house will be the quieter.

Sir To. Come, we'll have him in a dark room, ind bound. My niece is already in the belief that

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Alluding to a received opinion, that extreme heat frequently affects the brain or senses. entangled her. Fellow here means companion. 4 Mr. Steevens says, that cherry-pit means pitching cherry-stones into a little hole. This is used as a term of reproach; the Devil, in our author's time, being vulgarly called collier from his blackness.

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Sir To. "Thou com'st to the lady Olivia, and "in my sight she uses thee kindly: but thou liest "in thy throat, that is not the matter I challenge "thee for."

Fab. Very brief, and exceeding good sense-less. Sir To. I will way-lay thee going home: " where if it be thy chance to kill me,"

Fab. Good.


Sir To. "Thou kill'st me like a rogue and a 30 "villain."

Fab. Still you keep o'the windy side of the law: Good.

Sir To. "Fare thee well; and God have mercy upon one of our souls! He may have mercy|35| upon mine; but my hope is better, and so look "to thyself. Thy friend, as thou usest him, and thy sworn enemy, ANDREW AGUE-CHEEK.”Sir To. If this letter move him not, his legs cannot: I'll give't him.


Mar. You may have very fit occasion for't; he is now in some commerce with my lady, and will by and by depart.


Fio. With the same 'haviour that your passion Goes on my master's grief.


Oli. Here, wear this jewel for me, 'tis my picRefuse it not, it hath no tongue to vex you: And, I beseech you, come again to-morrow. What shall you ask of me, that I'll deny; That honour, sav'd, may upon asking give? Vio. Nothing but this, your true love for my



Oli. How with mine honour may I give him
Which I have given to you?
Vio. I will acquit you.

Oli. Well, come again to-morrow: Fare thee

A fiend, like thee,might bear my soul to hell.[Exit.
Re-enter Sir Toby, and Fabian,
Sir To. Gentleman. God save thee.
Vio. And you, sir.

Sir To. That defence thou hast, betakethee to't: of what nature the wrongs are thou hast done him, I know not; but thy intercepter, full of despight, bloody as the hunter, attends thee at the orchard 40 end: "dismount thy tuck, be yare in thy preparation, forthy assailant is quick, skilful, and deadly.

Sir To. Go, sir Andrew; scout me for him at the corner of the orchard, like a bum-bailiff: so 45 soon as ever thou see'st him, draw; and, as thou draw'st, swear horribly for it comes to pass oit, that a terrible oath, with a swaggering accent sharply twang'd off, gives manhood more approbation than ever proof itself would have earn'd 50 kin. Away.

Sir And. Nay, let me alone for swearing. Erit. Sir To. Now will not I deliver his letter: for the behaviour of the young gentleman gives him out to be of good capacity and breeding; hi55 employment between his lord and my niece confirms no less; therefore this letter, being so excellently ignorant, will breed no terror in the youth,h! will find it comes from a clodpole. But, sir, I will



Vio. You mistake, sir; I am sure, no man hath any quarrel to me; my remembrance is very free and clear from any image of offence done to any man.

Sir To. You'll find it otherwise, I assure you : therefore, if you hold your life at any price, be take you to your guard; for your opposite hath in him what youth, strength, skill, and wrath, can furnish man withal.

Vio I pray you, sir, what is he?

Sir To. He is knight, dubb'd with unhack'd rapier, and on carpet consideration2; but he is a devil in private brawl: souls and bodies hath he divorc'd three; and his incensement at this mo ment is so implacable, that satisfaction can be none but by pangs of death and sepulchre; hob, nob, is his word; give't or take't.

Vio. I will return again into the house, and de

Alluding to the interludes of the comic kind, performed on that morning. 2 i. e. hasty. That is, he is not a knight banneret, dubbed in the held of battle, but on carpet consideration, on some peaceable occasion, when knights receive their dignity kneeling on a curpet. A corrup tion from hap n: hap; as would ne would, will ne will, that is, let it happen or not; and signifies, at radom, at the mercy of chance.



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sire some conduct of the lady. I am no fighter. I have heard of some kind of men, that put quarrels purposely on others to taste their valour; be like, this is a man of that quirk.


Sir To. Sir, no; his indignation derives itself out of a very competent injury; therefore, get you on, and give him his desire. Back you shall not to the house, unless you undertake that with me, which with as much sa.ety you might answer him: therefore, on, or strip your sword stark 10 naked; for meddle you must, that's certain, or forswear to wear iron about you.

Vio. This is as uncivil, as strange. I beseech you, do me this courteous office, as to know of the knight what my offence to him is; it is some-15 thing of my negligence, nothing of my purpose.

Sir To. I will do so. Signior Fabian, stay you by this gentleman till my return. [Exit Sir Toby. Vio. Pray you, sir, do you know of this matter? Fab. I know, the knight is incens'd against you, 20 even to a mortal arbitrement; but nothing of the circumstance more.

Vio. I beseech you, what manner of man is he? Fub. Nothing of that wonderful promise, to read him by his form, as you are like to find him in 25 the proof of his valour. He is, indeed, sir, the most skilful, bloody, and fatal opposite that you could possibly have found in any part of Illyria: Will you walk towards him? I will make your peace with him, if I can.

Vio. I shall be much bound to you for't! I am one, that had rather go with sir priest, than sir knight: I care not who knows so much of my mettle. [Exeunt.


Re-enter Sir Toby, with Sir Andrew. 135 Sir To. Why, man, he's a very devil; I have not seen such a virago. I had a pass with him,| rapier, scabbard, and all, and he gives me the stuck' in with such a mortal motion, that he is inevitable; and on the answer he pays you as surely 40 as your feet hit the ground they step on: They say, 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 damn'd ere I'd have challeng'd him. Let him let the matter slip, and l'il give him my horse, grey Capilet.

Sir To. I'll make the motion: Stand here, make a good shew on't; this shall end without the perdition of souls: Marry, I'll ride your horse as well as I ride you.

Re-enter Fubian and Viola.


I have his horse to take up the quarrel; I have

persuaded him, the youth's a devil. [To Fabian,

Fab. He is as horribly conceited of him; and pants and looks pale, as if a bear were at his heels. Sir To. There's no remedy, sir, he will fight with you for's oath sake: marry, he has better bethought him of his quarrel, and he finds that now scarce to be worth talking of: therefore draw for the supportance of his vow; he protests, he will not hurt you.

Vio. Pray God defend me! A little thing would make me tell them how much I lack of a man. Fub. Give ground, if you see him furious.

Sir To. Come, sir Andrew, there's no remedy; the gentleman will for his honour's sake have one bout with you: he cannot by the duello avoid it: but he has promis'd me, as he is a gentleman and Ja soldier, he will not hurt you. Come on; to't., [They draw. Sir And. Pray God, he keep his oath! Enter Antonio.

Vio. I do assure you, 'tis against my will. Ant. Put up your sword? if this young gentleman Have done offence, I take the fault on me; If you offend him, I for him defy you. [Drawing. Sir To. You, sir? why, what are you? Ant. One,sir, that for his love dares yet do more Than you have heard him brag to you he will. Sir To. Nay, if you be an undertaker', I am for you. [Draws.

Enter Officers.

Fab. O good Sir Toby, hold; here come the officers.

Sir To. I'll be with you anon. Vio. Pray, sir, put your sword up if you please. [To Sir Andrew. Sir And. Marry, will I, sir; and, for that I promis'd 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 thee at the suit of count Orsino.

Ant. You do mistake me, sir.

10. No, sir, no jot; I know your favour well, Though now you have no sea-cap on your head.— 45 Take him away; he knows, I know him well.

Ant. I must obey.-This comes with seeking
But there's no remedy; I shall answer it. [you;
What will you do? Now my necessity

Makes me to ask you for my purse; It grieves me
50 Much more, for what I cannot do for you,
Than what befalls myself. You stand amaz'd;
But be of comfort.


2 Off. Come, sir, away,

Ant. I must intreat of you some of that money.
Vio. What money, sir?

For the fair kindness you have shew'd me here,

1 A corrupted abbreviation of the stoccata, an Italian term in fencing, i. e. by the laws of duelling. Meaning, one who promises to accomplish any thing for another. Mr. Tyrwhitt imagines it had a political meaning, and that it alludes to a general persuasion, or jealousy at least, that the king had been induced to call a parliament at that time (1614) by certain persons who had undertaken, through their influence in the house of commons, to carry things according to his majesty's wishes. These persons were immediately stigmatized with the invidious name of undertakers; and the idea was so unpopular, that the king thought it necessary, in two set speeches, to deny positively (how truly, is another question) that there had been any such undertaking.


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Vio. I know of none;

Nor know I you by voice, or any feature:

I hate ingratitude more in a man,

Than lying, vainness, babbling drunkenness,

Or any taint of vice, whose strong corruption
Inhabits our frail blood.

Ant. O heavens themselves!

2 Of. Come, sir, I pray you, go.

1 Off. The man grows mad; away with him. Come, come, sir.

Ant. Lead me on. [Exit Antonio with Officers.
Vio.Methinks,his words do from such passion fly,
5 That he believes himself; so do not I.
Prove true, imagination, oh, prove true,
That I, dear brother, be now ta'en for you!
Sir To. Come hither, knight; come hither,

10 We'll whisper o'er a couplet or two of most sage


Vio. He nam'd Sebastian: I my brother know
Yet living in my glass; even such, and so,
In favour was my brother; and he went
15 Still in this fashion, colour, ornament,
For him I imitate: Oh, if it prove,

Tempests are kind, and salt waves fresh in love!

[Erit. Sir To. A very dishonest paltry boy, and more

Ant. Let me speak a little. This youth that 20 a coward than a hare: his dishonesty appears, in

you see here,

I snatch'd one half out of the jaws of death;
Reliev'd him with such sanctity of love,--
And to his image, which, methought, did promise
Most venerable worth, did I devotion.

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1 Off What's that to us?--the time goes by ;-
Ant. But, oh, how vile an idol proves this god!-
Thou hast, Sebastian, done good feature shame.-
In nature there's no blemish, but the mind;
None can be call'd deform'd, but the unkind:
Virtue is beauty; but the beauteous evil
Are empty trunks, o'erflourished by the devil'.

leaving his friend here in necessity, and denying him; and for his cowardship, ask Fabian.

Fab. A coward, a most devout coward, religijous 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,- [Exit Sir Andrew.
Fab. Come, let's see the event.

Sir To, I dare lay any money, 'twill be nothing



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There's money for thee; if you tarry longer, 40I shall give worse payment.


Clo. Well held out, i'faith! No, I do not know you; nor I am not sent to you by my lady, toj bid you come speak with her; nor your name is not inaster Cesario; nor this is not my nose nei-50 ther. Nothing that is so, is so.

Seb. I pr'ythee, ventthy folly somewhere else; Thou know'st not me.

Clo. Vent my folly! He has heard that word of some great man, and now applies it to a fool. Vent 55 my folly! I am afraid this great lubber the world will prove a cockney.-I pr'y thee now, ungird thy strangeness, and tell me what I shall vent to my Jady; Shall I went to her, that thou art coming? Seb. I pry'thee, foolish Greck', depart from ine: 60

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.

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It was the custom at that time to ornament the sides and tops of trunks with scroll-work and emblematical devices. Warburton says, that Greek was as much as to say, bawd or pandar. He understood the Clown to be acting in that office, A bawdy-house was called Corinth, and the frequenters of it Corinthians,


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