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Sir And. I was adored once too.
Re-enter Curio and Clown. Sir To. Let's to bed, knight.-Thou hadst need
Duke. O fellow, come, the song we had last night: send for more money.
Mark it, Cesario; it is 'old, and plain : Sir And. If I cannot recover your niece, I am a The spinsters and the knitters in the sun, foul way out. Sir To. Send for money, knight; if thou hast her And the free maids that weave their thread with
bones, not i' the end, call me Cut.' Sir And. If I do not, never trust me, take it how And dallies with the innocence of love,
Do use to chaunt it; it is silly sooth,'
Like the old age. Sir To. Come, come; I'll go burn some sack,
Clo. Are you ready, sir ? 'tis too late to go to bed now: come, knight; come, Duke. Ay; pr’ythee, sing.
And in sad cypress' let me be laid;
Fly away, fly away, breath; row, friends :
I am slain by a fair cruel maid. Now, good Cesario, but that piece of song,
My shroud of white, stuck all with yeu, That old and antique song we heard last night;
O, prepare it ; Methought, it did relieve my passion much;
My part of death no one so true More than light airs and recollected terms,
Did share it. Of these most brisk and giddy-paced times:
Nola power, not a fiouer su ech, Come, but one verse.
On my black coffin lil there be sirown ; Cur. He is not here, so please your lordship, that
Noi a friend, not a friend greet should sing it.
My poor corpose, where my bones shall be thrown : Duke. Who was it?
A thousand thousand sighs to save, Cur. Feste, the jester, my lord: a fool, that the
Lay me, 0, where
there. Duke. Seck him out, and play the tune the while.
Exit CURIO.--Music. Duke. There's for tly pains. Come hither, boy; if ever thou shalt love,
Clo. No pains, sir; Liake pleasure in singing, sir. In the sweet panys of it, remember me
Duke. I'll pay thy pleasure then. For, such as I am, all true lovers are ;
Clo. Truly, sir, and pleasure will be paid one Unstaid and skittish in all motions else,
time or another. Save, in the constant image of the creature
Duke. Give me now leave to leave thee. That is belov'd.-How dost thou like this tune ? Clo. Now, the melancholy god protect thee; and Vio. It gives a very echo to the seat
the tailor make thy doublet of changeable taffata, Where Love is thron d.3
for thy mind is a very opaliu-I would have men of Duke. Thou dost speak masterly: such constancy put to sea, that their business mighi
be My life upon't, young though thou art, thine eye every thing, and their intent every where; for Hath stay'd upon some favour that it loves; that's it, that always makes a good voyage of noHath it not, boy?
(Erit Clown. Vio
A little, by your favour. 4 Duke. Let all the rest give place.Duke. What kind of woman is'ı ?
[Exeunt Curio and Aue nılants. Vio. of your complexion.
Once more, Cesario, Duke. She is not worth thee then. What years, Tell her, my love, more noble than the world,
Get thee lo yon' same sovereign cruelty : i'faith? Vio. About your years, my lord.
Prizes not quantity of dirty lands; Duke. Too old, by heaven; Let still the woman The parts that fortune hall bestow'd upon her, take
Tell her, I hold as giddily as fortune; An elder than herself; so wears she to him,
But 'tis that miracle, and queen of gems, So sways she lovel in her husband's heart. That nature pranks' her in, attracts my soul. For, boy, however we do praise ourselves,
Vio. But, if she cannot love you, sir ? Our fancies are more giddy and unfirm,
Duke. I cannot be so answer'd. More longing, wavering, sooner lost and worn,
'Sooth, but you must. Than women's are.
Say, that some lady, as, perhaps, there is,
Hath for your love as great a pang of heart Duke. Then let thy love be younger than thyself, As you have for Olivia : you cannot love her; Or thy affection cannot hold the bent:
You tell her so; Must she not then be answer'd ? For women are as roses; whose fair flower,
Duke. There is no woman's sides
As love doth give my heart: no woman's heart To die, even when they to perfection grow! So big, to hold so much; they lack retention.
Alas, their love may be call'd appetite,1 This term of contempt probably signihed, call me gelding or horse. Falstaff, in Henry IV. Part I, seys, that it was a common attribute of woman, coupled most Spit in my face, call me horse. It is of common och ly with fair, but he did not venture upon an explanation. currence in old plays. Cut was a common contraction 7 Silly sooth, or rather sely sooth, is siniple truh. of curtail. One of the carriers' horses in the first part 8 The old age is the ages past, times of simplicity, of Henry IV. is called Cui.
9 It is not clear whether a shroud of the stuff 110w cal. 2 Recalled, repeated terms, alluding to the repeti-led crape, anciently called cypress, is here meant, or tions in songs.
whether a colin of cypress wood was intended. The 3 i. e. to the heart.
cyprees was used for funeral purposes; and the epithet 4 The word farour is ambiguously used. In the pre. sad is inconsistent with a white shroud. It is even hinta ceding speech it signified countenance.
sible that branches of cypress only may be meani. We 6 i. e. consumed, worn out.
see the shroud way stuck all with you, and cypress 6 i. e. chaste maids, employed in making lace. This may have been used in the same manner. In Quarles's passage has sadly puzzled the cominentators; their con- Argalus and Parthenia, a knight is introduced, wlic.se jectures are some of them highly amusing. Johnson
horse was black as jet, says, "free is perhaps vacant, unengaged, casy in His furniture was round about beset mind.: Steevens onco thought it meant unmarrio; With branches slipe from the sad cypress trte.' then that it might mean cheerful: and at last concludes 10 The opal is a gem which varies its hues, as it is that its precise meaning cannot easily be pointed out.' viewed in different lights. Warton mentions, in his notes on L'Allegro of Milton, 11 That beauty which nature decks her in.
No motion of the liver, but the palate,
der i'the sun, practising behaviour to his own shaThat suffer surfeit, cloyment, and revolt;
dow, this half hour: observe him, for the love of But mine is all as hungry as the sea,
mockery; for I know, this letter will make a contemAnd can digest as much: make no compare plative idiot of him. Close, in the name of jesting! Between that love a woman can bear me,
The men hide themselves.) Lie thou there ; (throws And that I owe Olivia.
down a letter for here comes the trout that must Vir Ay, but I know,- be caught with tickling.
[Exit Maria. Duke. What dost thou know? Vis. Too well what love women to men may owe:
Mal. 'Tis but fortune ; all is fortune. Maria onco As it might be, perhaps, were I a woman,
told me, she did affect me: and I have heard hershould your Lordship
self come thus near, that, should she fancy, it Duke.
And what's her history? should be one of my complexion. Besides, she Vis. A blank, my lord: She never told her love, uses me with a more exalted respect, than any one But let concealment, like a worm i'the bud,' else that follows her. What should I think on't ? Feed on her damask cheek: she pin'd in thought;
Sir To. Here's an overweening rogue ! And, with a green and yellow melancholy,
Fab. O, peace! Contemplation makes a rare She sat like patience on a monument,
turkey-cock of him ; how he jets under his adSmiling at grief. Was not this love, indeed ? vanced plumes ! We men may say more, swear more: but, indeed, Sir And. 'Slight I could so beat the rogue : Our shows are more than will; for still we prove
Sir To. Peace, I say. Miuch in our vows, but little in our love.
Mal. To be count Malvolio ;Duke. But died 'thy sister of her love, my boy?
Sir To. Ah, rogue ! J'is. I am all the daughters of my father's house,
Sir Anul. Pistol him, pistol him. An all the brothers too;-and yet I know not:
Sir To. Peace, peace! Sr, hall I to this lady?
Mal. There is cxample for't; the lady of the Duke.
Ay, that's the theme. Strachy? married the yeoman of the wardrobe. To her in haste : give her this jewel; say, Sir And. Fie on him, Jezebel! My love can give no place, bide no denay. Fab. O, peace! now he's deeply in ; look how
[Ereunt. imagination blows' him.
Mal. Having been three months married to her, SCENE V.-Olivia's Garden. Enter Sir Topy, sitting in my state, ' — Belch, Sir
ANDREW AGUE-CHEEK, and Sir To. O, for a stone bow, to hit him in the eye! FABIAN.
Mal. Calling my officers about me, in my
branchSir To. Come thy ways, signior Fabian.
ed velvet gown; having come from a day bed, '° Faó, Nay, I'll come; if I lose a scruple of this where I left Olivia sleeping.
Sir To. Fire and brimstone! sport, let me be boiled to death with melancholy.
Fab. 0, peace, peace! Sir To. Would'st thou not be glad to have the
Mal. And then to have the humour of state : and raggardly rascally sheep-biter come by some notable shame 1
after a demure travel of regard, -telling them I Fah. I would exult, man ; you know, he brought know my place, as I would they should do theirs ne out of favour with my lady, about a bear-baiting
-to ask for my kinsman Toby: bere,
Sir 1o. Bolis and shackles ! Sér To. To anger him, we'll have the bear again ;
Fab. O, peaco, peace, peace! now, now. and we will fool him black and blue :-Shall we
Mal. Seven of my people, with an obedient start,
make out for hin: I frown the while; and, perD*, Sir Andrew ? Sir And. An we do not, it is pity of our lives. chance, wind up my watch, or play with my some
rich jewel. Toby approaches; court’sies! there to Enter MARIA.
Sir To. Shall this fellow live? Sir To. Here comes the little villain :-How now, Fab. Though our silence be drawn from us with my netue of India?
cars, yet peace. Mar. Get ye all three into the box-tree: Mal- Mal. I extend my hand to him thus, quenching Fodo's coming down this walk; he has been yon- my familiar smile with an austere regard of con
trol :13 I $in the fifth Sonnet of Shakspeare: Which like a cunker in the fragrant rose
5 Love. Druh spot the beauty of thy budding name.'
6 To jet was to strut. "To jette lordly through the wa the Rape of Lucrece :
streets that men may see them. Incedere magnifice Why should the worm intrude the maiden bud. per ora hominum.' Baret. So, în Bussy D'Ambois :Again in Richard II.-
"To jet in other’s plumes so haughtily.' But now will canker sorrow eat my buds,
7 Mr. R. P. Knight conjectures that this is a corrupAnd chase the native beauty from my cheek.' tion of Stratici, a title anciently given to the Governors 28a Middleton in The Witch, Act iv. Sc. 3:-- of Messina, and Myria is not far from Messina. If so it
She does not love me now, but painfully will mean the Governor's lady. The word Strachy is Like one that's forc'd to smile upon a grief." printed with a capital and in lialics in the first folio. The commentators have overlaid this exquisite passage
8 Puffs him up. Totes, and created difficulties where none existed. 9 State chair. 2. Boswell says, the meaning is obviously this :- 10 Couch. While she was smiling at grief, or in her grici, her pla. 11 It is probable that this word was used to express o resignation made her look like patience on a monu. acts of civility and reverence, by either men or women
12 Thus in the Two Gentlemen of Verona, the clown + The first foljo reads' mettle of India.' By the net says :--" who that is, a team of horses shall not pluck te of India is meant a zoophite, called Urtica Marina, from me." idios in the Indian seas. Que laciu totius cor- 13 It may be worthy of remark, that the leading ideas
i pruritum quendam ercitat, unde nomen Urtice of Malvolio, in his humour of state, bear a strong reerlita.?– Frantii Hist. Animal. 1665, p. 620. In semblance to those of Alnaechar in "The Arabian
and's translation of Pliny, Book ix. "As for thoso Nights.' Some of the expressions too are very similar. ***, &c. their qualities is to raise an itching sinart. Many Arabian fictions had found their way into obscure 2, Green in his Card of Fancie," "The flower of In- Latin and French books, and from thence into English 2. pleasant to be seen, but whoso emcllcth to it fceleth ones, long before any version of "The Arabian Nights' Pret man? He refers to it again in his Mamilia, had appeared. In The Dialogues of Creatures Moral
Maria has certainly excited a congenial sensa- lized, 61. I. printed early in the sixteenth century, a s in Sir Toby. Mettle of India would signify my story similar to that of Alnaschar is related. See Dia! prof gold my precious girl.
c. p. 122, reprint of 1816.
Sir To. And does not Toby take you a blow o' Fab. Did not I say, he would work it out? the the lips then?
cur is excellent at faults. Mal. Saying, Cousin Toby, my fortunes haring Mal. Ni, But then there is no consonancy in the cast me on your niece, give me this prerogative of sequel; that suffers under probation : Achuud speech :
follow, but o docs. Sir To. What, what?
Fab. And O shall end, I hopo. Mal. You must amend your drunkenness.
Sir To. Ay, or I'll cudgel him, and make him Sir To. Out, scab!
0. Fab. Nay, patience, or we break the sinews of Mal. And then I comes behind. our plot.
Fab. Ay, an you had any eye behind you, you Mal. Besides, you waste the treasure of your time might see more detraction at your heels, than lorwith a foolish knighe :
tunes before you. Sir And. That's me, I warrant you.
Mal. M, O, A, 1;—This simulation is not as Mal. One Sir Andrew :
the former:--and yet, to crush this a little, it would Sir And. I knew, 'twas I; for many do call me bow to me, for every one of these letters are in jay fool.
name. Soft; here follows prose.-If this fall into Mal. What employment have we here? thy hand, revolve. In my stars I am abore ihre ; bet
[Taking up the letter. be not afraid of greatness : Some are born greul, suma Fab. Now is the woodcock near the gin. achieve greatness, and some have greatness thrust
Sir To. O, peace! and the spirit of humours in on them. Thy fates open their huius; let thy bed timate reading aloud to him ?
and spirit cmbrace them. And, to inure thyself 19 Mol. By my life, this is my lady's hand: these what ihnu art like to be, cast thy humble slmigh, and be her very C's, her U's, and her I"s; and thus amea fresh. Bc opposite vith a kinsmun, surty utá inakes she her great P's. It is, in contempt of servants : let thy tongue tang arguments of state ; pat question, her hand.
thyscls into the trick of singularity: She thus eritics Sir And. ller C's, her U's, and her T's: Why thee, that sighs for thee. Remember who commande that?
thy yellow stockings; and wished to see thee eter TSS. Mal. (reauls] To the unknown belorel, this, and gartered :" I say, remember. Go to; thou art mat, my good wishes : her very phrases !-By your leave, if thou desirest to be so; if not, let me see thee a str. wax.--Soft!--and the impressure her Lucrece, with ard still, the fellow of serrants, and not worthy to tears which she uses to seal : 'tis my lady: To whom fortune's fingers. Farewell. She that und et should this be?
services with thee,– The fortunate-unhappy. Fab. This wins him, liver and all.
Day-light and champian discovers not more: this Mal. (reuls] Jove kums, I love :
I will be proud, I will read politic authors, But who ?
I will baffle Sir Toby, I will wash off' gross acquainLips do not move,
tance, I will be point-de-vice, the very man. I do No man must know.
not now fool myself, to let imagination jade me; No man must know.-What follows? the numbers for every reason excites to this, that my lady loves altered !-No man musi know :-If this should be me. She did comniend my yellow stockings of late, ther, Malvolio?
she did praise my log being cross-gartered; and a Sir To. Marry, hang thee, brock!?
this she manifests herself to my love, and, with a Mal. I may command, where I adore :
kind of injunction, drives me to ihese habits of his But silence, like a Lucrece knife,
liking. I thank my stars, I am happy. I will le With bloodless stroke my heart doth gore ; sirange, stout, in yellow stockings, and cross-fr. M, 0, A, I, doth sway my life.
tered, even with ihe swiftness of putting on. Juni, Fah. A fustian riddle!
and my stars be praised !--Here is yet a postscrisa. Sir Th. Excellent wench, say I.
Thou canst not choose but lounu who I am. It is Mul. M, O, A, I, doth súay my life.--Nay, but entertainest my love, let it appear in thy smiling; ? first, let me see,-let me ser,-let me see.
smiles become thee well: therefore in my presence Fab. What a dish of poison has she dressed him! smile, dear my sweet, I prythee. Jove, I thank ihee.
Sir To. And with what wing the stannyel? checks – I will smile; I will do every thing that thou w at it!
(Er Mal. I may command where I adore. Why, she Fah. I will not give my part of this sport for a may command me'; I serve her, she is my lady: pension of thousands to be paid from the Sophy.** Why, this is evident to any formal capacity.? Sir To. I could marry this wench for this device. There is no obstruction in this;-- And the end, -- Sir And. So could I too. What should that alphabetical position portend ? if Sir To. And ask no other dowry with her, but I could make that resemble something in me,- such another jest. Sofily !--M, 0, A, 1.
Enter Maria. Sir To. O, ay! make up that:-he is now at a cold scent.
Sir And. Nor I neither. Fab. Sowter will cry upon't, for all this, though
Fab. Here comes my noble gull-catcher. it be as rank as a fox.
Sir To. Wilt thou set thy foot o' my neck ? Mal. M,—Malvulio;--M,—why, that begins my
Sir And. Or o' mine cither?
Sir To. Shall I play my freedom at tray-trip,'' and become thy bend-slave?
Sir And. I'faith, or I cither. 1 i. e. badger, a term of contempt. So in the Merry
Olivia's detestation of these taxi Conceited Jests of George Peele :- This self-conceiteit were then in ure. brock'
probably arose from thinking them coxcomical. 2 The common stone-hawk, which inhabits old build. 8 Open country: ings and rocks. To check, bays Latham in his Book of
9 i. e. cractly the same in every particular. The Falconry, is, 'when crowy, ruoks, pies, or other birds etymology of this phrase is very uncertain.
The art coming in view of the hawk, she forsaketh her natural probable beems the French a point frist. si quis flight to fly at them.'
says Nicot, adverbe. C'est en ordre et citat deuet 3 i. e. to any one in his senses, or whose capacity is convenalile. We have also point blank, tor dirtel,
from the same source. not out of form. 4 Soncter is here used as the name of a hound. Sour.
10 Alluding to Sir Robert Shirley, who was just te terly is often employed as a term of abuse : 1 Souler turned in the character of ambassador from bests was a cobbler or botcher; quasi Sutor.
He boasted of the great rewards he had received, at 5 Skin of a snake.
lived in London with the utmost splendour. 6 i. e. adverse, hostilc.
Il An old game played with dice or tables. Thus 10
Siy. B. 410. 1617. 7 A fashion once prevailed for some time of wearing Machiavel's Dag. the garters crossed on the leg. It should be remember. • But leaving cards, let's go lo dico auluile, ed that rich and expensive gurters worn below the knee Tu passage trcitrippe, hazard, or muiochance.'
Sir Ts, Why, thou hast put him in such a dream, Clo. Now Jove, in his next commodity of hair, that, when the image of it leaves him, he must run send thee a beard? mad.
Vio. By my troth, I'll tell thee; I am almost Mar. Nay, but say true; does it work upon him? | sick for one ; though I would not have it grow on Sir To. Like aqua-vitæ with a midwife. my chin. Is thy lady within ?
Mar. If you will then see the fruits of the sport, Clo. Would not a pair of these have bred, sir ? mark his first approach before my lady: he will Vio. Yes, being kept logether, and put to use. come to her in yellow stockings, and 'tís a colour Clo. I would play lord Pandarus) of Phrygia, she abhors; and cross-gartered, a fashion she de- sir, to bring a Cressida to this Troilus. tests; and he will smile upon her, which will now Vio. I understand you, sir ; 'lis well begg’d. be so unsuitable to her disposition, being addicted Clo. The matter, I hope, is not great, sir, begto a melancholy as she is, ihat it cannot but turn ging but a beggar; Cressida was a beggar. My hmm into a notablo contempt : if you will see it, lady is within, sir. I will construe to them whence follow me.
you come; who you are, and what you would, are Sir To. To the gates of Tartar, thou most ex- out of my welkin; I might say, element; but the
I cellent devil of wit !
word is over-worn.
[Eril. Sir And. I'll make one too.
[Exeunt. Vio. This fellow's wise enough to play the fool;
And, to do that well, craves a kind of wit :
He must observe their mood on whom he jests, ACT III.
The quality of persons, and the time;
And, like the haggard, check at every feather SCENE I. Olivia's Garden. Enter Viola, and That comes before his eye. This is a practice, Clown with a tabor.
As full of labour as a wise man's art : Vio. Save thee, friend, and thy music: Dost For folly, that he wisely shows, is fit; thou live by thy tabor ?!
But wiso men, folly-fallen, quite taint their wit. Cio. No, sir, I live by the church. Vio. Art thou a churchman?
Enter Sir Toby BELch and SIR ANDREW
AGUE-CHEEK. Ch. No such matter, sir ; I do live by the church: for I do live at my house, and my house doth stand Sir To. Save you, gentleman. by the church.
Vio. And you, sir. Vio. So thou may'st say, the king lies by a beg- Sir And. Dieu vous garde, monsicur. gar, if a heygar dwell near him: or, the church Vio. Et vous aussi ; votre serviteur. siands by thy tabor, if thy tabor stand by the church. Sir And. I hope, sir, you are; and I am yours.
Cle. You have said, sir.–To see this age !-A Sir To. Will you encounter the house? my sentence is but a cheverila glove to a good wit; niece is desirous you should enter, if your trade bo How quickly the wrong side may be turned outward! to her.
Vio. Nay, that's certain; they, that dally nicely Vio. I am bound to your niece, sir : I mean, she with words, may quickly make them wanton.
is the liste of my voyage. Ca. I would, therefore, my sister had had no Sir To. Taste your legs, sir, put them to motion. name, sir.
Vio. My legs do better understand me, sir, than Vi. Why, man?
I understand what you mean by bidding me taste Cle. Why, sir, her name's a word ; and to dally my legs. with that word, might make my sister wanton: But, Sir To. I mean, to go, sir, to enter. un leed, words are very rascals, since bonds dis- Vio. I will answer you with gait and entrance : graced them.
But we are prevented. Vis. Thy reason, man?
Enter OLIVIA and MARIA. Clo. Troth, sir, I can yield you none without words; and words are grown so false, I am loath
Most excellent accomplished lady, the heavens
rain odours on you! to prove reason with them. Vin. I warrant, thou art a merry fellow, and
Sir And. That youth's a rare courtier! Rain
odours! well. carest for nothing. Cl. Not so, sir, I do care for something: but in
Vio. My matter hath no voice, lady, but to your my conscience, sir, I do not care for you, if that own most pregnant and vouchsafed car.
Sir sind. Vilours, pregnant, and vouchsufed :be to care for nothing, sir, I would it would make
I'll get 'em all three ready. you invisible. Vio. Art not thou the lady Olivia's fool ?
Oli. Let the garden door be shut, and leave me Clo. No, indeed, sir; the lady Olivia has no fol
to my hearing. ly: she will keep no fool, sir, till she be married ; , [Exeunt Sır Topy, Sir Andrew, and Maria.
Give me your hand, sir. and fools are as bike husbands, as pilchards are to herrings, the husband's the bigger;
Vio. My duty, madam, and most humble service.
Oli. What is your name?
Vio. Cesario is your servant's name, fair prin
cess! Clo. Foolery, sir, does walk about the orb, like the sun; it shines every where. I would be sorry: Since lowly feigning was call'd compliment ;
Oli. My servant, sir! 'Twas never merry world, sir, but the fool should be as oft with your master, as with my mistress: I think I saw your wisdom You are a servant to the count Orsino, youth. there.
Vio. And he is yours, and his must needs be yours; Vis. Nay, an thou pass upon me, I'll no more Your servant's servant is your servant, madám. with thee. Hold, there's expenses for thee.
Oli. For him, I think not on him: for his thoughts,
'Would they were blanks, rather than fill’d with me 1 Tarleln, in a print before his Jests, 46. 1611, is Vio. Madam, I come to whet your gentle thoughts represented with a Tabor. But the instrument is found On his behalf:to the hands of fools, long before the time of Shakspeare. Oli.
0, by your leave, I pray you ; 2 Kid. Ray has a proverb • He hath a conscience like I bade vou never speak again of him: & chererel's skin.' See note on K. Henry VIII. Actii.
you undertake another suit, 3 See the play of Troilus and Cressida. 4 In Henryson's Testament of Creaseid she is thus
5 A wild hauk, or, hawk not well trained. poten of :
6 Bound, limit. - great penuryo
7 In the Frogs of Aristophanes a similar expression
occurs, v. 102. Thou shalt suficr, and as a beggar dye.'
Si. e. our purpose is anticipated. So in the 11th And again,
Pealm, ' Mine cyes prerent the night-watchca.'
I had rather hear you to solicit that,
vours to the count's serving man, than ever she beThan music from the spheres.
stowed upon me; I saw't i'the orchard. Vio.
Dear lady,- Sir To. Did she see thee the while, old boy ? teli Oli. Give me leavo, 'beseech you: I did send, me that. After the last enchantment you did here,'
Sir And. As plain as I see you now. A ring in chase of you; so did I abuse
Fab. This was a great argument of love in he Myself, my servant, and, I fear me, you:
toward you. Under your hard construction must í sit,
Sır Ånd. 'Slight! will you make an ass o'me ? To force that on you, in a shameful cunning, Fab. I will prove it legitimate, sir, upon the oaths Which you knew none of yours: What might you of judgment and reason. think?
Sir To. And they have been grand jury-mea, Have you not set mine honour at the stake, since before Noah was a sailor. And baited it with all the unmuzzled thoughts Fab. She did show favour to the youth in your That tyrannous heart can think? To one of your sight, only to exasperate you, to awake your dorreceiving?
mouse valour, to put fire in your heart, and brimEnough is shown; a cyprus,not a bosom, stone in your liver: You should then have accosted Hides my heart : So let me hear you speak. her; and with some excellent jests, fire-new from Vio. I pity you.
the mint, you should have banged the youth into Oli. That's a degree to love.
dumbness., This was looked for at your hand, and Vio. No, not a grise ;* for 'tis a vulgars proof, this was baulked: the double gilt of this opportuThat very oft we pity enemies.
nity you let time wash off, and you are now sailed Oli. Why, then, methinks, 'tis time to smile again; into the north of my lady's opinion; where you will O world, how apt the poor are to be proud ! hang like an icicle on a Duichman's beard, unless If one should be a prey, how much the better you do redeem it by some laudable attempt, cither To fall before the lion, than the wolf?
of valour, or policy: (Clock strikes.
Sir And. And't be any way, it must be with vaThe clock upbraids me with the waste of time.- lour ; for policy I hate : I had as lief be a Brown Be not afraid, good youth, I will not have you :
ist' as a politician. And yet, when wit and youth is come to harvest, Sir To. Why then, build me thy fortunes upon the Your wife is like to reap a proper man:
basis of valour. Challenge me the count's youth to There lies your way, due west.
fight with him ; hurt him in eleven places ; my niere Vio
Then westward-hoe : shall take note of it: and assure thyself, there is no Grace and good disposition 'tend your ladyship! love-broker in the world can more prevail in man's You'll nothing, madam, to my lord by me? commendation with woman, than report of valour. Oli. Stay:
Fab. There is no way but this, Sir Andrew. I pr’ythee, tell me, what thou think'st of me. Sir And. Will either of you bear me a challenge Vio. That you do think, you are not what you are. to him? Oli. If I think so, I think the same of you. Sir To. Go, write it in a martial hand; be curst Vio. Then think you right; I am not what I am. and brief; it is no matter how witty, so it be eloOli. I would you were as I would have you be! quent, and full of invention: taunt him with the
Vio. Would it be better, madam, than I am, licence of ink: if thou thou'st him some thrice, it I wish it might ; for now I'am your fool.
shall not be amiss; and as many lies as will lie in thy Oli. O, what a deal of scorn looks beautiful sheet of paper, although the sheet were big enough In the contempt and anger of his lip!
for the bed of Wareld in England, set 'em down; A murd'rous guilt shows not itself more soon
Let there be gall enough in thy ink; Than love that would seem hid : love's night is noon. though thou write with a goose-pen, no matter :
Sir And, Where shall I find you?
Sir To. We'll call thee at the cubiculo :11 Go. Nor wit, nor reason, can my passion hide.
(Exit SIR ANT HEX. Do not extort thy reasons from this clause,
Fab. This is a dear manakin to
Sir Toby. For, that I woo, thou therefore hast no cause :
Sir To. I have been dear to him, lad; some two But, rather, reason thus with reason fetter: thousand strong, or so. Love sought is good, but given unsought, is better. Fab. We shall have a rare letter from him: but Vio. By innocence I swear, and by my youth,
you'll not deliver it. I have one heart, one bosom, and one truth,
Sir To. Never trust me then! and by all means And that no woman has ; nor never none
stir on the youth to an answer. I think, oxen and Shall mistress be of it, save I alone.
wainropesti cannot hale them together. For AnAnd so adieu, good madam; never more
drew, if he were opened, and you find so much blood Will I my master's tears to you deplore.
in his liver as will clog the foot of a flea, P'll eat the Oli. Yet come again : for thou, perhaps, mays't rest of the anatomy.
Fab. And his opposite, the youth, bears in his That heart, which now abhors, to like his love. visage no great presage of cruelty.
Enter MARIA. SCENE II. A Room in Olivia's House. Enter Sir To. Look, where the youngest wren of nine *
Sir Toby Belch, SIR ANDREW AQUE-CHEEK, comes. and FABIAN.
Mar. If you desire the spleen, and will laugh Sir And. No, faith, I'll not stay a jot longer.
8 Be curst and brief.' Curst is cross, frotard, peSir To. Thy reason, dear venom, give thy reason. tulant.
Fab. You must needs yield your reason, Sir An- 9 Shakspeare is thought to have had Lord Coke in his drew.
mind, whose virulent abuse of Sir Walter Raleigh ( Sir And. Marry, I saw your niece do more fa- his trial was conveyed in a series of thou's. His resent
ment against the flagrant conduct of the attorney general 1 i. e. aster the enchantment your presence worked on this occasion was probably heightened by the conin my affections.
temptuous manner in which he spoke of players in bis 2 Ready apprehension.
charge at Norwich, and the severity he was always 3 i. e. a thin veil of crape or cyprus.
willing to excrt against them. 4 Step.
10 This curious piece of furniture was a few years 6 In spite of : from the French malgre.
since still in being at one of the inns in that town. 7 The Broionists were so called from Mr. Robert was reported to be twelve fect square, and capable of Browne, a noted separatist, in Queen Elizabeth's reign. holding twenty-four persona. They seem to have been the constant objects of popular 11 Chamber. 12 'Wagon ropes. 13 i, e. adversary satire.
14 The wren generally lays nine or ten eggs, and the
go, about it.