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I thank you for your pains: spend this for me. not but call fair : she is drowned already, sir, with

Vio. I am no fee'd post,' lady; keep your purse; salt water, though I seem to drown her remem My master, not myself, lacks recompense. brance again with more. Love make his heart of slint, that you shall love; Ant. Pardon me, sir, your bad entertainment. And let your fervour, like my master's, be

Seb. O, good Antonio, forgive me your trouble. H'lee'd in contempt! Farewell, fair cruelty. (Exit. Ant. If you will not murder me for my love, let Oli. What is your parentage ?

me be your servant. bove my fortunes, yel my state is well :

Seb. If you will not undo what you have done, I am a gentleman.—I'll be sworn thou art; that is, kill him whom you have recorered, desire Thy tongue, thy lace, thy limbs, actions, and spirit, it not. Fare ye well at once: my bosom is full of Dj give thee live-fold blazon: -Not too fast:- kindness; and I am yet so near the manners of my soll! soft!

mother, that upon the least occasion more, mine Unless the master were the man.-How now? eyes will tell tales of me. I am bound to the Eren so quickly may one catch the plague ? count Orsino's court: farewell.

(Exit. Meihinks, I feel this youth's perfections,

Ant. The gentleness of all the gods go with thee' liin an invisible and subtle stealth,

I have many enemies in Orsino's court, To croep in at mine eyes. Well, lét it be. Else would'I very shortly see thee there · Vlat, ho, Malvolio!

But, come what may, I do adore thee so,

That danger shall seem sport, and I will go.[Exit. Re-enter Malvolio. Yal. Here, madam, at your service.jSCENE II.A street. Enter Viola ; Malvolio Oli. Run after that same peevish messenger,

following. The county's man: he left this ring behind him, Mal. Were not you even now with the countess Would I, or not: tell him, I'll none of it. Olivia ? Desire him not to flatter with his lord,

Vio. Even now, sir; on a moderate pace I have Nor hold him up with hopes; I am not for him: since arrived but hither. If that the youth will come this way to-morrow,

Mal. She returns this ring to you, sir; you might I'll give him reasons for't. Hie thee, Malvolio.. have saved me my pains, to have taken it away Mal. Madam, I will.

(Esril. yourself. She adds moreover, that you should put Oli. I do I know not what: and fear to find your lord into a desperate assurance she will none Mine eye too great a flatterer for my mind. of him: and one thing more; that you be never Fate, show thy force: ourselves we do not owe; so hardy to come again in his affairs, unless it be to What is decreed, must be; and be this so! [Exit. report your lord's taking of this. Receive it so.

Vio. She took the ring of me; I'll none of it.

Mal. Come, sir, you peevishly threw it to her ; ACT II.

and her will is, it should be so returned: if it be

worth stooping for, there it lies in your eye; if not SCENE I.— The sea-coast. Enter Antonio and be it his that finds it.

(Exil. Sebastian.

Vio. I left no ring with her: what means this lady?

Fortune forbid, my outside have not charm'd her! Ant. Will you stay no longer? nor will you not, She made good view of me; indeed, so much, :hat I go with you?

That, sure, methought, her eyes had lost her Seb. By your patience, no: my stars shine dark

tongue, ly over me: the malignancy of my fate might, For she did speak in starts distractedly. perhaps, distemper yours; therefore I shall crave She loves me, sure; the çunning of her passion of you your leave, that I may bear my evils alone : Invites me in this churlish messenger. it were a bad recompense for your love, to lay any None of my lord's ring! why, he sent her rcne. of them on you.

I am the man ;-if it be so (as 'tis,) Ant. Let me yet know of you, whither you are Poor lady, she were better love a dream. bound.

Disguise, I see, thou art a wickedness, Seb. No, 'sooth, sir; my determinate voyage is Wherein the pregnant enemy does much. mere extravagancy. But I perceive in you so ex- How easy is it, for the proper-false? cellent a touch of inodesty, that you will not extort In women's waxen hearts to set their forms' from me what I am willing to keep in; therefore Alas! our frailty is the cause, not we; it charges me in manners the rather to express For, such as we are made of, such we be. myself. You must know of me then, Antonio, my How will this sadge ? My master loves her dearly. name is Sebastian, which I called Rodrigo ; my And ), poor monster, fond as much on him; (ther was that Sebastian of Messaline, whom 1 And she, mistaken, seems to dote on me : know, you have heard of: he left behind him, What will become of this ! As I am mali, inyself, and a sister, both born in an hour. If the My state is desperate for my master's love; tearens had becn pleased, 'would we had se!As I am woman, now alas the day! ended! but you, sir, altered that; for, some hour What thriftless sighs shall poor Olivia breathe! before you took me from the breach of the sea, was O time, thou must untangle this, not l; mny sister drowned.

It is too hard a knot for me to untic. (Erit. Int. Alas, the day!

SCENE III.A room in Olivia's house, Enter Seb. A lady, sir, though it was said she much resembled me, was yet of many accounted beauti

Sir Toby Belch, and Sir Andrew Ague-check. sul: but, though I could not, with such estimable Sir To. Approach, sir Andrew: not to be a-bed wonder, overfar believe that, yet thus far I will after midnight, is to be up betimes; and dilucuk boldly publish her, she bore a mind that envy could surgere, thou know'st,

(1) Messenger. (2) Proclamation of gentility. (6) Dexterous, ready fiend.
73) Count.
(4) Own, possess.

(5) Reveal. (7) Fair deceiver. (8) Suit,

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Sir And. Nay, by my troth, I know not: but Ij. Sir And. Most certain : let our catch be, Thou know, to be up late, is to be up late.

knave. Sir To. A false conclusion; I hate it as an un

Clo. Hold thy peace, thou knave, knight? I shals filled can: to be up afer midnight, and to go to be constrain'd in't to call thee knave, knight. bed then, is early; so that, to go to bed after mid- Sir And, 'Tis not the first time I have constrain'd night, is to go to bed betimes. Do not our lives one to call me knare. Begin, fool; it begins, consist of the four elemen's ?

Hold thy peace. Sir And. 'Faith, so they say; but, I think, it Clo. I shall never begin, if I hold my peace. rather consists of eating and drinking.

Sir And. Good, i'faith! Come, begin. Sir To. Thou art a scholar; let us therefore eat

[They sing a catch and drink. -Maria, I say !-a stoop of wine !

Enter Maria.
Enter Clown.

Mar. What a catterwauling do you keep here. Sir And. Here comes the fool, i'faith. If my lady have not called up her steward, Malva

Clo. How now, my hearts ? Did you never see lio, and bid him turn you out of doors, never trust the picture of we three?"

Sir To. Welcome, ass. Now let's have a catch. Sir To. My lady's a Cataian, we are politicians;

Sir And. By my troth, the fool has an excellent Malvolio's a Peg-a-Ramsey,' and Three merry men breast.” I had rather than forty shillings I had such we be. Am not 1 consanguineous ? am I not of her a leg; and so sweet a breath to sing, as the fool blood ? Tilly-valley," lady! There dwelt a man in has. In sooth, thou wast in very gracious fooling Babylon, lady, lady

(Singing. last night, when thou spokest of Pigrogromitus, of Clo. Beshrew me, the knight's in admirable the Vapians passing the equinoctial of Queubus ; fooling. 'twas very good, i'faith. I sent thee sixpence for Sir And. Ay, he does well enough, if he be disthy leman :) hadst it?

posed, and so do I too; he does it with a better °Clo. I did impeticos thy gratillity; for Malvo- grace, but I do it more natural. uio's nose is no whipstock: my lady has a white Sir To. O, the twelfth day of December, --hand, and the myrmidons are no bottle-ale houses.

(Singtag Sir And. Excellent! Why, this is the best fool- Mar. For the love of God, peace. ing, when all's done. Now, a song. Sir To. Come on; there is sixpence for you:

Enter Malvolio. let's have a song.

Sir And. There's a testril of me too: if one Mal. My masters, are you mad? or what are knight give a

Jyou ? Have you no wit, manners, nor honesty, but Clo. Would you have a love-song, or a song or io gabble like tinkers at this time of night? Do good life?

ye make an ale-house of my lady's house, that ye Sir 1o. A love-song, a love-song.

squeak out your coziers” catches without any miti. Sir And. Ay, ay; I'care not for good life. gation or remorse of voice? Is there no respect of SONG.

place, persons, nor time, in you?

Sir To. We did keep time, sir, in our catches. Clo. O mistress mine, where are you roaming ? Sneck up!" 0, stay and hear; your true love's coming, Mal. Sir Toby, I must be round with you. My

That can sing both high and low : lady bade me tell you, that, though she harbour's Trip no further, pretty sweeting ;

you as her kinsman, she's nothing allied to your Journeys end in lovers' meeting,

disorders. If you can separate yourself and your Every wise man's son doth knoro. misdemeanours, you are welcome to the house; if Sir And. Excellent good, i'faith.

not, an it would please you to take leave of her, Sir To. Good, good.

she is very willing to bid you farewell. Clo. What is love ? 'tis not hereafler;

Sir To. Farewell, dear heart, since I must needs Present mirth halh present laughter; Mar. Nay, good sir Toby.

What's to come, is still unsure : In delay there lies no plenty ;.

Clo. His eyes do show his days are almost done.

Mal. Is't even so ?
Then come kiss me stoeel-and-twenty,

Sir To. But I will never die.
Youth's a stuff will not endure.

Clo. Sir Toby, there you lie.
Sir And. A melliluous voice, as I am a true

Mal. This is much credit to you. knight.

Sir To. Shall I bid him go ? (Singing Sir To. A contagious breath.

Clo. What an if you do? Str And. Very sweet and contagious, i'faith.

Sir To. Shall I'bid him go, and spare not ? Sir To. To hear by the nose, it is dulcet in con- Clo. U no, no, no, no, you dare not. tagion. But shall we make the welkin dance in

Sir To. Out o' time? sir, ye lic.-Art any mort deed? Shall we rouse the night-owl in a catch, than a steward? Dost thou think, because thou ar that will draw three souls out of one weaver ? shall virtuous, there shall be no more cakes and ale? we do that?

Clo. Yes, by Saint Anne; and ginger shall b Sir And. An you love me, let's do't: I am dog hoti the mouth too. at a catch.

Sir To. Thou’rt i' the right.-Go, sir, rub your Clo. By'r lady, sir, and some dogs will catch chain!' with crums :-a stoop of wine, Maria! well.

Mal. Mistress Mary, if you prized my lady's sa

vour at any thing more than contempt, you wou.d (1) Loggerheads be. (2) Voice. (3) Mistress, 14) I did impetticoat thy gratuity.

(8) Equivalent to filly fally, shilly shally. (5) Drink till the sky turns round.

(9) Cobblers.

(10) Hang yourself. (6) Romancer. (7) Name of an old song. (11) Stewards anciently wore a chain.

be gone.

not give means for this uncivil rule;' she shall), Sir To. Send for money, knight; if thou hast know of it, oy this hand.

[Exit. her not i' the end, call me Cut. Mar. Go shake your ears.

Sir And. If I do not, never trust me, take it how Sir And. "Twere as good a deed as to drink you will. when a man's a hungry, to challenge him to the

Sir To. Come, come; I'll go burn some sack, keld; and then to break promise with him, and 'tis too late to go to bed now: cone, knight; come, make a fool of him.


(Exeunt. Sir To. Do't, knight ; I'll write thee a chal- SCENE IV.A room in the Duke's palace. Em lenge; or I'll deliver thy indignation to him by

ler Duke, Viola, Curio, and others. word of mouth. Mar. Sweet sir Toby, be patient for to-night;

Duke. Give me some music: Now, good mor. since the youth of the count's was to-day with my

row, friends :lady, she is much out of quiet. For monsieur Mal- Now, good Cesario, but that piece of song, volio, let me alone with him : if I do not gull him

That old and antique song we heard last night; into a nay-word, a and make him a common recrea: More than light airs and recollected terms,

Methought, it did relieve my passion much; tion, do not think I have wit enough to lie straight of these most brisk and giddy-paced times :in my bed : I know I can do it. Sir To. Possess us, possess us; tell us some

Come, but one verse.

Cur. He is not here, so please your lordship, thing of him. Nar. Marry, sir, sometimes he is a kind of Pu-that should sing it.

Duke. Who was it? ritan. Sir And. O, if I thought that, I'd beat him like

Cur. Feste, the jester, my lord; a fool, that the

lady Olivia's father took much delight in : he is a dog.

about the house. Sir To. What, for being a Puritan ? thy exquisite reason, dear knight?

Duke. Seek him out, and play the tune the while. Sir And. I have no exquisite reason for’t, but I Come hither, boy; If ever thou shalt love,

[Exit Curio.-Music. have reason good enough. Mar The devil a Puritan that he is, or any thing For, such

as I am, all true lovers are ;

In the sweet pangs of it remember me: constantly but a time-pleaser; an affectioned ass, Unstaid and skittish in all motions else, that cons state withoui book, and utters it by great Save, in the constant image of the creature swarths :: the best persuaded of himself, so cram- That is belov'd.-How dost thou like this tune ? med, as he thinks, with excellencies, that it is his ground of faith, that all that look on him, love him; Where love is thron'd.

Vio. It gives a very echo to the seat and on that vice in him will my revenge find nota

Duke. Thou dost speak masterly: ble cause to work. Sir To. What wilt thou do?

My life upon't, young though thou art, thine eye Nar. I will drop in his way some obscure episa Hath it not, boy?

Hath stay'd upon some favour that it loves ; tles of love; wherein, by the colour of his beard, the

Vio. shape of his leg, the manner of his gait, the expres

A little, by your favour.

Duke. What kind of woman is't ? sure of his eye, forehead, and complexion, he shall


of your complexion. find lunse! most feelingly personated : I can write

Duke. She is not worth thee then. What years, very like my lady, your nicce; on a forgotten mat

i'faith? ter we can hardly make distinction of our hands.

Vio. About your years, my lord. Sir To. Excellent! I smell a device.

Duke. Too old, by heaven; Let still the woman Sir .And. I hav't in my nose too.

take Sir To. He shall think, by the letters that thou an elder than herself; so wears she to him, wilt drop, that they come from my niece, and that So sways she level in her husband's heart ; she is in love with him. Mar. My purpose is, indeed, a horse of that our lancies are more giddy and unfirm,

For, boy, however we do praise ourselves,
Sir And. And your horse now would make him Than women's are.

More longing, wavering, sooner lost and worn,

I think it well, my lord. Mar. Ass, I doubt not.

Duke. Then let thy love be younger than thysell, Sir Ind. 0, 'twill be admirable. Mar. Sport royal, I warrant you; I know, my for women are as roses ; whose fair flower,

Or thy affection cannot hold the bent : physic will work with him. I will plant you two; Being once display'd, doth fall that very hour. and let the fool make a third, where he shall find the letter; observe his construction of For this To die, even when they to perfection grow'

Vio. And so they are: alas, that they are so; night, to bed, and dream on the event. Farewell.


Re-enter Curio, and Clown. Sir To. Good night, Penthesilea.

Duke. O fellow, come, the song we rad .as! Sir And. Before me, she's a good wench.

night:Sir To. She's a beagle, true-bred, and one that Mark it, Cesario; it is old and plain : adores me; What o' that?

The spinsters and the knitters in the sur Sir Anil. I was adored once too,

And the free maids, that weave thcir thread win Sir To. Let's to bed, knight. - Thou hadst need

bones, send für more money.

Do use to chaunt it; it is silly sooth, o Sir 3nd, if I cannot recover your niece, I am a And dallies with the innocence of love, foul way out.

Like the old age." (1) Method of life. (2) By-word. (3) Inform us. (6) Amazon. (7) Horse. (8) Countenance. (4) Atected.

(9) Lace makers. (10) Simple truta. 25) The row of grass left by a mower.

11) Times of simplicity.

an ass,

C.o. Are you ready, sir ?


And what's her history? Duke. Ay; pr’ythee, sing.

(Music. Vio. A blank, my lord : She never told her love

But let concealment, like a worm i' the bud,

Feed on her damask cheek: she pin'd in thought Clo. Come away, come away, death,

And, with a green and yellow melancholy,
And in sad cypress let me be laid ;

She sat like patience on a monument,
Fly away, fly away, breath;

Smiling at grief. Was not this love, indeed ? I am slain by a fair cruel maid.

We men may say more, swear more: but, indeed My shroud of white, stuck all with yeu,

Our shows are more than will ; for still we prove O, prepare it;

Much in our vows, but little in our love. My part of death no one so true

Duke. But died thy sister of her love, my boy? Did share it.

Vio. I am all the daughters of my father's house, Not a flower, not a flower sweet,

And all the brothers too ;-and yet I know not :On my black coffin let there be strowon;

Sir, shall I to this lady?'
Noi a friend, not a friend greet


Ay, that's the theme. My poor corpse, where my bones shall be To her in haste; give her this jewel; say, thrown;

My love can give no place, bide no denay: A thousand thousand sighs to save,

(Ereunt. Lay me, 0, where Sad true lover ne'er find my grave,

SCENE V.-Olivia's Garden. Enter Sir Toby lu weep there.

Belch, Sir Andrew Ague-cheek, and Fabian. Duke. There's for thy pains.

Sir To. Come thy ways, signior Fabian. Clo. No pains, sir; I take pleasure in singing, sir.

Fab. Nay, I'll come; if I lose a scruple of this Duke. I'll pay thy pleasure then.

sport, let me be boiled to death with melancholy. Clo. Truly, sir, and pleasure will be paid, one

Sir To. Would'st thou not be glad to have the time or another.

niggardly rascally sheep-biter come by some notaDuke. Give me now leave to leave thee.

ble shame? Clo. Now, the melancholy god protect thee;

Fab. I would exult, man: you know, he brought and the tailor make thy doublet of changeable tal me out of favour with my lady, about a bear-baitfeta, for thy mind is a very opal'—I would have ing here. men of such constancy put to sea, that their busi

Sir To. To anger him, we'll have the bear again; ness night be every thing, and their intent every and we will fool him black and blue:-Shall we where; for that's it, that always makes a good not, sir Andrew ? voyage of nothing.–Farewell. (Exit Clown.

Sir And. An we do not, it is pity of our lives. Duke. Let all the rest give place.

Enter Maria. (Exeunt Curio and altendants.

Once more, Cesario, Sir To. Here comes the little villain :-How Ger thee to yon' same sovereign cruelty :

now, my nettle of India, Tell her, my love, more noble than the world, Mar. Get ye all three into the box-tree: Mal Prizes not quantity of dirty lands;

volio's coming down this walk; he has been yonThe parts that fortune hath bestow'd upon her, der i' the sun, practising behaviour to his own Teil her, I hold as giddily as fortune;

shadow, this half hour: observe him, for the love But 'tis that miracle, and queen of gems, of mockery; for, I know, this letter will make a That nature pranks: her in, attracts my soul. contemplative idiot of him. Close, in the name of l'io. But, if she cannot love you,

sir ?

jesting! (The men hide themselves.] Lie thou Duke. I cannot be so answer'd.

there; (throws doron a leller] for here comes the l'io.

Sooth, but you must. trout that must be caught with tickling: Say, that some lady, as, perhaps, there is,

(E.cit Maria. Hath for your love as great a pang of heart

Enter Malvolio, As you have for Olivia : you cannot love her: l'ou tell her so; Must she not then be answer'd ? Mal. 'Tis but fortune ; all is fortune. Maria Duke. There's is no woman's sides,

once told me, she did affect me: and I have heard Can 'bide the beating of so strong a passion herself come thus near, that, should she fancy, it As love doth give my heart: no woman's heart should be one of my complexion. Besides, she uses So big, to hold so much; they lack retention. me with a more exalted respect, than any one cise Alas, their love may be call'd appetite,

that follows her. What should' I thirik on't ? No motion of the liver, but the palate,

Sir To. Here's an over-weening rogue ! That suffer surfeit, cloyment, and revolt;

Fab. 0, peace! Contemplation makes a rare But mine is all as hungry as the sea,

turkey-cock of him; how he jetss under his ad And can digest as much: make no compare vanced plumes ! Between that love a woman can bear me,

Sir And. 'Slight, I could so beat thc rogue :-And that I owe Olivia.

Sir To. Peace, Vio.

Ay, but I know,- Mal. To be count Malvolio! -
Duke. What dost thou know ?

Sir To. Ah, rogue !
Vio. Too well what love women to men may Sir And. Pistoľ him, pistol him.

Sir To. Peace, peace! in faith, they are as true of heart as we.

Mal. There is example for'l; the lady of the My father had a daughter lov'd a man,

strachy married the yeoman of the wardrobe. As it might be, perhaps, were I woman,

Sir And. Fie on him, Jezebel ! I should your lordship.

Fab. O, peace! now he's deeply in ; look how

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Mal. Having been three months married to her,l. Mal. M, 0, A, !, doth sway my life.—Nay, but sitting in my state,

first, let me see, - let me see,--let me see. Sir To. O, for a stone-bow, to hit him in the eye! Fab. What a dish of poison has she dressed him ! Mal. Calling my officers about me, in my branch- Sir To. And with what wing the stannyel* ed velvet gown having come from a day-bed, checks at it! where I lent Olivia sleeping.

Mal. I may command where I adore. Why, she Sir To. Fire and brimstone !

may command me; I serve her, she is my lady. Fab. O, peace, peace !

Why, this is evident to any formal capacity. There Mal. And then to have the humour of state : is no obstruction in this ;–And the end, -What und after a demure travel of regard,-telling them, should that alphabetical position portend ? if I I know my place, as I would they should do their's could make that resemble something in me,--to ask for my kinsman Toby:

Sonly! M, 0, A, 1.Sir To, Bolts and shackles!

Sir To. ',ay! make up that:-he is now at ! Fuh. O, peace, peace, peace! now, now. cold scent,

Mal. Sevea of my people, with an obedient start, Fab. Sowtere will cry upon't, for all this, thouge make out for him: 'I frown the while; and, per- it be as rank as a fox. chance, wind up my watch, or play with some rich Mal. M,-Malvolio ;-M,—why, that begins my jewel. Toby approaches; court'sies there to me: name. Sir To. Shall this fellow live?

Fab. Did not I say, he would work it out ? the Fab. Though our silence be drawn from us with cur is excellent at faults. cars, yet peace.

Mal. M-But then there is no consonancy in Mal. 1 extend my hand to him thus, quenching the sequel that suffers under probation : i should my familiar smile with an austere regard of control : follow, buí o docs.

Sir To. And does not Toby take you a blow o' Fab. And I shall end, I hope. ihe lips then?

Sir To. Ay, or I'll cudgel him, and make him Mal. Saying, Cousin Toby, my fortunes having cry, o. e usl me on your niece, give me this prerogative of Mal. And then I comes behind; speech :

Fab. Ay, an you had an eye behind you, you Sir To. What, what?

might see more detraction at your heels, than forMal. You must amend your drunkenness. tunes before you. Sir To. Out, scab!

Mal. M, O, A, I;–This simulation is not as Fub. Nay, patience, or we break the sinews of the former :-and yes, to crush this a little, it would olir plot.

bow to me, for every one of these letters are in my Mal. Besides, you waste the treasure of your name. Soft! here follows prose.-1/ this fall into time with a foolish knight;

thy hand, revolve. In my slars I am above thee Sir And. That's me, I warrant you.

buć be not afraid of greatness ; Some are oorn Mal. One sir Andrew :

greal, some achieve greulness, and some have greate Sir And. I knew, 'twas I; for many do call me ness 'thrust upon them. Thy fates open their fool.

hands ; let thy blood and spirit embrace them. Mal. What employment have we here? And, to inure Thyself to what thou art like to be

[Taking up the letter. cast thy humble slough,' and appear fresh. Fab. Now is the woodcock near the gin. posite with a kinsman, surly with servants : let thy

Sir To. 0, peace! and the spirit of humours Tongue lang arguments of stale; pul thyself into intimate reading aloud to him !

The trick of singularity: She thus advises thee, Mal. By my life, that is my lady's hand : these chal sighs for thee. Remember who commended be her very cos, her U's, and her T's; and thus thy yellow stockings; and wished to see thee ever makes she her great P’s. It is, in contempt of cross-gartered : 1 say remember. . Go to; thou art question, her hand.

made if thou desirest to be so; if not, let me see Sir And. Her C's, her U's, and her T's: Why thee a steward still, the fellow of servants, and nol that ?

worthy to touch fortune's fingers. Farewell. She Mal. (reads] To the unknown beloved, this, and that would aller services with thee, my good wishes : her very phrases ! By your leave,

The fortunate-unhappy; wax.-Soft!-and the impressure her Lucrece, Day light and champaino discovers not more: this with which she uses to seal: 'tis my lady: To is open. I will be proud, I will read politic authors, whom should this be?

I will baffle sir Toby, I will wash off gross ac. Fab. This wins him, liver and all.

quaintance, I will be point-de-vice,' the very man. Mal. (reads ] Jove knows, I love :

I do not now fool myself, to let imagination jade But who?

me; for every reason excites to this, that my lady Lips do not move,

loves me. She did conımend my yellow stockings of No man must know.

late, she did praise my leg being cross-gartered ; and No man must know. What follows !--the numbers in this she manifests herself to my love and, with. altered !-No man must know :-if this should be a kind of injunction, drives me to these habits of thee, Malvolio?

her liking. thank my stars, I am happy. I will Sir To. Marry, hang thee, brock !!

be strange, stout, in yellow stockings, and crossMal. I may command, where I adore :

Igartered, even with the swiftness of putting on. But silence, like a Lucrece knife,

Jove, and my stars be praised !--Here is yet a post Wilh bloodless stroke my heart dolh gore; script. Thou canst nol choose bul know who I am. M, O, A, I, dolh sway my life.

I thou entertainest my love, lel il appear in thy Fab. A fustian riddle!

smiling; thy smiles become thee well : Therefore in Sir To. Excellent wench, say I.

my presence still smile, dear my sweet, 1 prythee

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(1) Slate-chair.
(2) Couch.

(6) Name of a hound. (7) Skin of a snake. in Badger.

(4) Hawk.

(5) Flics at it.l (8) Open country. (9) Ulmost exactness.

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