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lady, she is much out of quiet. For monsieur Malvolio, let me alone with him : if I do not gull him into a nayword, and make him a common recreation, do not think I have wit enough to lie straight in bed: I know, I can do it.
Sir To. Possess us, possess us ; tell us something of him.
Mar. Marry, sir, sometimes he is a kind of Puritan.
Sir And. O, if I thought that, I'd beat him like a dog.
Sir To. What, for being a Puritan ? thy exquisite reason, dear knight?
Sir And. I have no exquisite reason for't, but I have reason good enough.
Mar. The devil a Puritan that he is, or any thing constantly but a time pleaser; an affection'd ass, that cons state without book, and utters it by great swarths :' the best persuaded of himself, so crammed, as he thinks, with excellencies, that it is his ground of faith, that all, that look on him, love him; and on that vice in him will my revenge find notable cause to work. Sir To. What wilt thou do?
Mar. I will drop in his way some obscure epistles of love; wherein, by the colour of his beard, the shape of his leg, the manner of his gait, the expressure of his eye, forehead, and complexion, he shall find himself most feelingly personated : I can write very
like my lady, your niece; on a forgotten matter we can hardly make distinction of our hands.
- a nayword,) a byeword. • Possess us,] That is, inform us, tell us.
an affection'd ass,j Affection'd means affected.
- great swarths:] A swarth is as much grass or corn as 3 mower cuts down at one stroke of his scythe.
Sir To. Excellent! I smell a device.
Sir To. He shall think, by the letters that thou wilt drop, that they come from my niece, and that she is in love with him.
Mar. My purpose is, indeed, a horse of that colour.
Sir And. And your horse now would make him
Mar. Ass, I doubt not.
Mar. Sport royal, I warrant you: I know, my physick will work with him. I will plant you two, and let the fool make a third, where he shall find the letter; observe his construction of it. For this night, to bed, and dream on the event. Farewell.
[Exit. Sir To. Good night, Penthesilea.? Sir And. Before me, she's a good wench. Sir To. She's a beagle, true bred, and one that adores me; What o'that?
Sir And. I was adored once too.
Sir To. Let's to bed, knight.-Thou hadst need send for more money.
Sir And. If I cannot recover your niece, I am a foul way out.
Sir To. Send for money, knight; if thou hast her not i'the end, call me Cut.'
Sir And. If I do not, never trust me, take it how you will.
Sir To. Come, come; I'll go burn some sack, , 'tis too late to go to bed now: come, knight ; come, knight.
Penthesilea.] i. e. Amazon.
A Room in the Duke's Palace.
Enter DUKE, VIOLA, Curio, and others. Duke. Give me some musick: Now, good
morrow, friends :
Cur. He is not here, so please your lordship, that should sing it.
Duke. Who was it? Cur. Feste, the jester, my lord ; a fool, that the lady Olivia's father took much delight in: he is about the house. Duke. Seek him out, and play the tune the while.
[Exit CURIO.--Musick Come hither, boy; If ever thou shalt love, In the sweet pangs of it, remember me: For, such as I am, all true lovers are ; Unstaid and skittish in all motions else, Save, in the constant image of the creature That is belov'd. How dost thou like this tune?
Fio. It gives a very echo to the seat
Duke. Thou dost speak masterly:
eye Hath stay'd upon some favour that it loves ; Hath it not, boy
recollected -] Studied, or perhaps oft repeated.
favour] i.e. countenance. VOL, II.
A little, by your favour. .
your complexion. Duke. She is not worth thee then.
Duke. Too old, by heaven; Let still the woman take
I think it well, my lord. Duke. Then let thy love be younger than thyself, Or thy affection cannot hold the bent: For women are as roses ; whose fair flower, Being once display'd, doth fall that very hour.
Vio. And so they are: alas, that they are so ;
Re-enter Curio, and Clown.
Clo. Are you ready, sir?
free -] Is, perhaps, artless, free from art.
silly sooth,] It is plain, simple truth. 8 And dallies with the —] Plays or trifles. I the old age.] The ages past, times of simplicity.
Clo. Come away, come away, death,
Fly away, fly away, breath;
0, prepare it;
Did share it.
Not a friend, not a friend greet
Lay me, 0, where
To weep there.
Clo. Truly, sir, and pleasure will be paid, one time or another.
Duke. Give me now leave to leave thee.
Clo. Now, the melancholy god protect thee; and the tailor make thy doublet of changeable taffata, for thy mind is a very opal !!—I would have men of such constancy put to sea, that their business might be every thing, and their intent every where; for that's it, that always makes a good voyage of nothing.–Farewell.
[Exit Clown. Duke. Let all the rest give place.
[Exeunt Curio and Attendants.
a very opal!)
A precious stone of almost all co