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

foul way out.

a

Sir To. Send for money, knight; if thou hast her not i' the end, call me Cut.1

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.
[Exeunt.

SCENE IV.-A Room in the Duke's Palace.
Enter DUKE, VIOLA, CURIO, and others.
Duke. Give me some music :-Now, good mor-
row, friends :-

Now, good Cesario, but that piece of song,
That old and antique song we heard last night;
Methought, it did relieve my passion much,
More than light airs and recollected terms,?
Of these most brisk and giddy-paced times :-
Come, but one verse.

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.-Music.
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 clse,
Save, in the constant image of the creature
That is belov'd.-How dost thou like this tune?
Vio. It gives a very echo to the seat
Where Love is thron'd.

Duke.

Thou dost speak masterly:
My life upon't, young though thou art, thine eye
Hath stay'd upon some favour that it loves;
Hath it not, boy?

Vio.
A little, by your favour.4
Duke. What kind of woman is't?
Vio.
Of your complexion.
Duke. She is not worth thee then. What years,
i'faith?

Vio. About your years, my lord.

Duke. Too old, by heaven; Let still the woman
take

An elder than herself; so wears she to him,
So sways she level in her husband's heart.
For, boy, however we do praise ourselves,
Our fancies are more giddy and unfirm,
More longing, wavering, sooner lost and worn,3
Than women's are.

Vio.

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;
To die, even when they to perfection grow!

1 This term of contempt probably signified, call me gelding or horse. Falstaff, in Henry IV. Part I, says, Spit in my face, call me horse. It is of common occurrence in old plays. Cut was a common contraction of curtail. One of the carriers' horses in the first part of Henry IV. is called Cut.

Re-enter CURIO and Clown.

Duke. O fellow, come, the song we had last night:
Mark it, Cesario; it is old, and plain:
The spinsters and the knitters in the sun,
And the free maids that weave their thread with
bones,

Do use to chaunt it; it is silly sooth,"
And dallies with the innocence of love,
Like the old age.

Clo. Are you ready, sir?
Duke. Ay; pr'ythee, sing.
SONG.

Clo. Come away, come away, death,
And in sad cypress let me be laid;
Fly away, fly away, breath;
I am slain by a fair cruel maid.
My shroud of white, stuck all with yew,
O, prepare it;

My part of death no one so true

Did share it.

Not a flower, not a flower sweet,
On my black coffin let there be strown;

[Music.

Not a friend, not a friend greet
My poor corpse, where my bones shall be thrown:
A thousand thousand sighs to save,
Lay me, 0, where

Sad truc-love never find my grave,
Το weep there.

Duke. There's for thy pains.

Clo. No pains, sir; I take pleasure in singing, sir.
Duke. I'll pay thy pleasure then.

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 opal1-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 no-
thing.-Farewell.
[Exit Clown.

Duke. Let all the rest give place.-
[Exeunt CURIO and Attendants.
Once more, Cesario,
Get thee to yon' same sovereign cruelty:
Tell her, my love, more noble than the world,
Prizes not quantity of dirty lands;
The parts that fortune hath bestow'd upon her,
Tell her, I hold as giddily as fortune;
But 'tis that miracle, and queen of gems,
That nature pranks11 her in, attracts my soul.
Vio. But, if she cannot love you, sir?
Duke. I cannot be so answer'd.

Vio.

'Sooth, but you must.
Say, that some lady, as, perhaps, there is,
Hath for your love as great a pang of heart
As you have for Olivia: you cannot love her;
You tell her so; Must she not then be answer'd?
Duke. There is no woman's sides

Can bide the beating of so strong a passion
As love doth give my heart: no woman's heart
So big, to hold so much; they lack retention.
Alas, their love may be call'd appetite,-

that it was a common attribute of woman, coupled most
ly with fair, but he did not venture upon an explanation.
7 Silly sooth, or rather sely sooth, is simple truth.
8 The old age is the ages past, times of simplicity,
9 It is not clear whether a shroud of the stuff now cal

2 Recalled, repeated terms, alluding to the repeti-led crape, anciently called cypress, is here meant, or tions in songs.

3 i. c. to the heart.

whether a coffin of cypress wood was intended. The cypress was used for funeral purposes; and the epithet

4 The word favour is ambiguously used. In the pre- sad is inconsistent with a white shroud. It is even pos ceding speech it signified countenance.

sible that branches of cypress only may be meant. We see the shroud was stuck all with you, and cypress may have been used in the same manner. In Quarles's Argalus and Parthenia, a knight is introduced, whose horse was black as jet,

His furniture was round about beset With branches slipt from the sad cypress tree.” 10 The opal is gem which varies its hues, as it is viewed in different lights.

11 That beauty which nature decks her in.

Duke. What dost thou know?

Vio. Too well what love women to men may owe:
In faith, they are as true of heart as we.
My father had a daughter lov'd a man,
As it might be, perhaps, were I a woman,
I should your Lordship.

Duke.

And what's her history?
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;
And, with a green and yellow melancholy,
She sat like patience on a monument,
Smiling at grief. Was not this love, indeed?
We men may say more, swear more: but, indeed,
Our shows are more than will; for still we prove
Much in our vows, but little in our love.

Duke. But dicd thy sister of her love, my boy?
Vio. I am all the daughters of my father's house,
And all the brothers too;-and yet I know not:-
Sir, shall I to this lady?
Duke.
Ay, that's the theme.
To her in haste give her this jewel; say,
My love can give no place, bide no denay.3

[Exeunt.

SCENE V.—Olivia's Garden. Enter SIR TOPY
BELCH, SIR ANDREW AGUE-CHEEK, and
FABIAN.

Sir To. Come thy ways, signior Fabian,
Fab. Nay, I'll come; if I lose a scruple of this
sport, let me be boiled to death with melancholy.
Sir To. Would'st thou not be glad to have the
niggardly rascally sheep-biter come by some notable
shame ?

Fab. I would exult, man; you know, he brought me out of favour with my lady, about a bear-baiting

here.

Sir To. To anger him, we'll have the bear again; and we will fool him black and blue:-Shall we Dot, Sir Andrew?

Sir And. An we do not, it is pity of our lives.

Enter MARIA.

Sir To. Here comes the little villain :-How now, tay nettle of India?4

Mar. Get ye all three into the box-tree: Malvolio's coming down this walk; he has been yon

1 So in the fifth Sonnet of Shakspeare:'Which like a canker in the fragrant rose Doth spot the beauty of thy budding name. Alla the Rape of Lucrece :

ܕ܂

'Why should the worm intrude the maiden bud.' Again in Richard II.~

But now will canker sorrow cat my buds,
And chase the native beauty from my cheek.'
2 So Middleton in The Witch, Act iv. Sc. 3:--
She does not love me now, but painfully
Like one that's forc'd to smile upon a grief."
The commentators have overlaid this exquisite passage
W notes, and created difficulties where none existed.
M. Boswell says, the meaning is obviously this:-
While she was smiling at grief, or in her grief, her pla-

der i'the sun, practising behaviour to his own sha-
dow, this half hour: observe him, for the love of
mockery; for I know, this letter will make a contem-
plative idiot of him. Close, in the name of jesting!
The men hide themselves.] Lie thou there; [throws
down a letter for here comes the trout that must
be caught with tickling.
[Exit MARIA.

Enter MALVOLIO.

Mal. 'Tis but fortune; all is fortune. Maria once told me, she did affect me: and I have heard herself come thus near, that, should she fancy," it should be one of my complexion. Besides, she uses me with a more exalted respect, than any one else that follows her. What should I think on't? Sir To. Here's an overweening rogue!

Fab. O, peace! Contemplation makes a rare turkey-cock of him; how he jets under his advanced plumes!

Sir And. 'Slight I could so beat the rogue :-
Sir To. Peace, I say.

Mal. To be count Malvolio ;-
Sir To. Ah, rogue!

Sir And. Pistol him, pistol him.
Sir To. Peace, peace!

Mal. There is example fort; the lady of the
Strachy? married the yeoman of the wardrobe.
Sir And. Fie on him, Jezebel!

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

sitting in my state,-
Mal. Having been three months married to her,

Sir To. O, for a stone bow, to hit him in the eye! Mal. Calling my officers about me, in my branched velvet gown; having come from a day bed,10 where I left Olivia sleeping.

Sir To. Fire and brimstone!
Fab. O, peace, peace!

Mal. And then to have the humour of state; and after a demure travel of regard,-telling them I know my place, as I would they should do theirs -to ask for my kinsman Toby:

Sir To. Bolts and shackles!

Fab. O, peace, peace, peace! now, now.

Mal. Seven of my people, with an obedient start, make out for him: I frown the while; and, perchance, wind up my watch, or play with my some rich jewel. Toby approaches; court'sies there to

me:

6 To jet was to strut. "To jette lordly through the streets that men may see them.' Incedere magnifice per ora hominum. Baret. So, in Bussy D'Ambois :"To jet in other's plumes so haughtily.'

7 Mr. R. P. Knight conjectures that this is a corruption of Stratici, a title anciently given to the Governors of Messina, and Illyria is not far from Messina. If so it I will mean the Governor's lady. The word Strachy is printed with a capital and in Italics in the first folio." 8 Puffs him up.

9 State chair.

10 Couch.

cid resignation made her look like patience on a monu-acts of civility and reverence, by either men or women 11 It is probable that this word was used to express indiscriminately.

(

a Denial.

+ The first folio reads 'mettle of India. By the net-says--" who that is, a team of horses shall not pluck 12 Thus in the Two Gentlemen of Verona, the clown e of India is meant a zoophite, called Urtica Marina, from me." anding in the Indian seas. Qua taciu totius cor

pruritum quendam excitat, unde nomen Urtice of Malvolio, in his humour of state, bear a strong re13 It may be worthy of remark, that the leading ideas rtita-Frantii Hist. Animal. 1665, p. 620. In semblance to those of Alnaschar in 'The Arabian Hand's translation of Pliny, Book ix. As for those Nights. Some of the expressions too are very similar. ks, &c. their qualities is to raise an itching smart. Many Arabian fictions had found their way into obscure Green in his Card of Fancie,' The flower of In-Latin and French books, and from thence into English 13, pleasant to be seen, but whoso smelleth to it feelethones, long before any version of The Arabian Nights' en smart. He refers to it again in his Mamilia, had appeared. In The Dialogues of Creatures Moral Maria has certainly excited a congenial sensa-ized, bl. l. printed early in the sixteenth century, a in Sir Toby. Mettle of India would signify my story similar to that of Alnaschar is related. See Dia! of gold my precious girl. c. p. 122, reprint of 1816.

110

TWELFTH NIGHT; OR, WHAT YOU WILL

Sir To. And does not Toby take you a blow o' the lips then?

Mal. Saying, Cousin Toby, my fortunes having cast me on your niece, give me this prerogative of speech:

Sir To. What, what?
Mal. You must amend
Sir To. Out, scab!

your

drunkenness.

Fab. Nay, patience, or we break the sinews of our plot.

Mal. Besides, you waste the treasure of your time with a foolish knight:

Sir And. That's me, I warrant you.

Mal. One Sir Andrew:

Fab. Did not I say, he would work it out? the cur is excellent at faults.

Mal. M, But then there is no consonancy in the sequel; that suffers under probation: A should follow, but O docs.

Fab. And O shall end, I hope.

Sir To. Ay, or I'll cudgel him, and make hims cry, O.

Mal. And then I comes behind.

Fab. Ay, an you had any eye behind you, you might see more detraction at your heels, than for

tunes before you.

Mal. M, O, A, I;-This simulation is not as 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 my fool.

name. Soft; here follows prose.-If this fall into thy hand, revolve. In my stars I am above thee; but be not afraid of greatness: Some are born great, summe achieve greatness, and some have greatness thrust upon them. Thy fates open their hands; let thy blood and spirit embrace them. And, to inure thyself to what thou art like to be, cast thy humble slough,” and appear fresh. Be opposite with a kinsman, surly with servants: let thy tongue tang arguments of state; put thyself into the trick of singularity: She thus advises thee, that sighs for thee. Remember who commended thy yellow stockings; and wished to see thee ever crossgartered: I say, remember. Go to; thou art made, if thou desirest to be so; if not, let me see theen stepShe that would alter ard still, the fellow of servants, and not worthy to tourk fortune's fingers. Farewell. services with thee,-The fortunate-unhappy. Day-light and champian discovers not more: this is open. I will be proud, I will read politic authors, I will baffle Sir Toby, I will wash off gross acquaintance, I will be point-de-vice, the very man. not now fool myself, to let imagination jade me; for every reason excites to this, that my lady loves She did commend my yellow stockings of late, me. she did praise my leg being cross-gartered; and a this she manifests herself to my love, and, with a kind of injunction, drives me to these habits of her liking. I thank my stars, I am happy. I will be strange, stout, in yellow stockings, and cross-gartered, even with the swiftness of putting on. Jose, and my stars be praised!-Here is yet a postscript Thou canst not choose but know who I am. If us entertainest my love, let it appear in thy smiling; th smiles become thee well: therefore in my presence st Fab. What a dish of poison has she dressed him! smile, dear my sweet, I pr'ythee. Jove, I thank thee. Sir To. And with what wing the stannyel2 checks-I will smile; I will do every thing that thou wit

Mal. What employment have we here? [Taking up the letter. Fab. Now is the woodcock near the gin. Sir To. O, peace! and the spirit of humours intimate reading aloud to him?

Mal. By my life, this is my lady's hand: these be her very C's, her U's, and her 7's; and thus nakes she her great P's. It is, in contempt of question, her hand.

Sir And. Her C's, her U's, and her T's: Why that?

Mal. [reads] To the unknown beloved, this, and my good wishes: her very phrases!-By your leave, wax.-Soft!--and the impressure her Lucrece, with which she uses to scal: 'tis my lady: To whom should this be?

Fab. This wins him, liver and all.
Mal. [reads] Jove knows, I love:
But who?

Lips do not move,

No man must know.

No man must know.-What follows? the numbers
altered!-No man must know:-If this should be
thee, Malvolio?

Sir To. Marry, hang thee, brock!!
Mal. I may command, where I adore:

But silence, like a Lucrece knife,
With bloodless stroke my heart doth gore;
M, O, A, I, doth sway my life.
Fab. A fustian riddle!

Sir To. Excellent wench, say I.
Mal. M, O, A, I, doth sway my life.-Nay, but
first, let me see,-let me see,-let me sec.

at it!

Mal. I may command where I adore. Why, she
may command me; I serve her, she is my lady.
Why, this is evident to any formal capacity.
There is no obstruction in this;-And the end,-
What should that alphabetical position portend? if
I could make that resemble something in me,-
Softly!-M, O, A, I.—

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

Fab. Sowter will cry upon't, for all this, though it be as rank as a fox.

Mal. M,-Malvolio;--M,-why, that begins my

name.

So in the Merry
1 i. e. badger, a term of contempt.
Conceited Jests of George Peele-This self-conceited

brock.

2 The common stone-hawk, which inhabits old buildings and rocks. To check, says Latham in his Book of Falconry, is, when crows, rooks, pies, or other birds coming in view of the hawk, she forsaketh her natural flight to fly at them.'

3 i. e. to any one in his senses, or whose capacity is not out of form.

4 Souter is here used as the name of a hound. Sowterly is often employed as a term of abuse: a Souter was a cobbler or botcher; quasi Sutor.

5 Skin of a snake.

6 i. e. adverse, hostile.

7 A fashion once prevailed for some time of wearing the garters crossed on the leg. It should be remembered that rich and expensive garters worn below the knee

have me.

9

I do

[Ent Fab. I will not give my part of this sport for a pension of thousands to be paid from the Sophy." Sir To. I could marry this wench for this device. Sir And. So could I too.

Sir To. And ask no other dowry with her, but such another jest.

Enter MARIA.

my neck?

Sir And. Nor I neither.
Fab. Here comes my noble gull-catcher.
Sir To. Wilt thou set thy foot o'
Sir And. Or o' mine cither?
Sir To. Shall I play my freedom at tray-trip,"
and become thy bond-slave?

Sir And. I'faith, or I either.

probably arose from thinking them coxcomical. were then in use. Olivia's detestation of these fashio 8 Open country.

9 i. e. exactly the same in every particular. The etymology of this phrase is very uncertain. The n says Nicot, adverbe. probable seems the French a point devise. Apuanet! convenable. We have also point blank, for direct,

from the same source.

C'est en ordre et estat deu e

10 Alluding to Sir Robert Shirley, who was just re He boasted of the great rewards he had received, and turned in the character of ambassador from the Sophy lived in London with the utmost splendour.

11 An old game played with dice or tables. Thus it Machiavel's Dog. Sig. B. 4to. 1617.

But leaving cards, let's go to dice nwhile,
To passage traitrippe, hazard, or mumchance.

Sir To. Why, thou hast put him in such a dream, that, when the image of it leaves him, he must run

mad.

Mar. Nay, but say true; does it work upon him? Sir To. Like aqua-vite with a midwife. Mar. If you will then see the fruits of the sport, mark his first approach before my lady: he will come to her in yellow stockings, and 'tis a colour she abhors; and cross-gartered, a fashion she detests; and he will smile upon her, which will now be so unsuitable to her disposition, being addicted to a melancholy as she is, that it cannot but turn him into a notable contempt: if you will see it,

follow me.

Sir To. To the gates of Tartar, thou most ex

cellent devil of wit

Sir And. I'll make one too.

ACT III.

[Exeunt.

SCENE I. Olivia's Garden. Enter VIOLA, and
Clown with a tabor.

Vio. Save thee, friend, and thy music: Dost thou live by thy tabor?1

Clo. No, sir, I live by the church.

Vio. Art thou a churchman?

Clo. No such matter, sir; I do live by the church: for I do live at my house, and my house doth stand by the church.

Vio. So thou may'st say, the king lies by a beggar, if a beggar dwell near him: or, the church stands by thy tabor, if thy tabor stand by the church. Clo. You have said, sir.-To see this age!-A sentence is but a cheveril glove to a good wit; How quickly the wrong side may be turned outward! Vio. Nay, that's certain; they, that dally nicely with words, may quickly make them wanton. Cis. I would, therefore, my sister had had no

name, sir.

Vis. Why, man?

Clo. Why, sir, her name's a word; and to dally with that word, might make my sister wanton: But, indeed, words are very rascals, since bonds disgraced them.

Vio. Thy reason, man?

Clo. Troth, sir, I can yield you none without words; and words are grown so false, I am loath to prove reason with them.

Vio. I warrant, thou art a merry fellow, and carest for nothing.

Clo. Not so, sir, I do care for something: but in my conscience, sir, I do not care for you; if that be to care for nothing, sir, I would it would make you invisible.

Vio. Art not thou the lady Olivia's fool?

Clo. No, indeed, sir; the lady Olivia has no folly: she will keep no fool, sir, till she be married; and fools are as like husbands, as pilchards are to herrings, the husband's the bigger; I am, indeed, not her fool, but her corrupter of words.

Vio. I saw thee late at the count Orsino's. Clo. Foolery, sir, does walk about the orb, like the sun; it shines every where. I would be sorry, but the fool should be as oft with your master, as with my mistress: I think I saw your wisdom

sir,

there.

Vio. Nay, an thou pass upon me, I'll no more with thee. Hold, there's expenses for thee.

1 Tarleton, in a print before his Jests, 4to. 1611, is represented with a Tabor. But the instrument is found to the hands of fools, long before the time of Shakspeare. 2 Kid. Ray has a proverb ' He hath a conscience like a cheverel's skin. See note on K. Henry VIII. Act ii. 8c. 4.

3 See the play of Troilus and Cressida.

4 In Henryson's Testament of Cresseid she is thus spoken of:

Clo. Now Jove, in his next commodity of hair, send thee a beard!

sick for one; though I would not have it grow on Vio. By my troth, I'll tell thee; I am almost my chin. Is thy lady within?

Clo. Would not a pair of these have bred, sir? Vio. Yes, being kept together, and put to use. Clo. I would play lord Pandarus3 of Phrygia, sir, to bring a Cressida to this Troilus.

word is over-worn.

Vio. I understand you, sir; 'tis well begg'd.
Clo. The matter, I hope, is not great, sir, beg-
ging but a beggar; Cressida was a beggar.4 My
lady is within, sir." I will construc to them whence
you come; who
out of my welkin; I might say, element; but the
you are, and what you would, are
Vio. This fellow's wise enough to play the fool;
[Exit.
And, to do that well, craves a kind of wit:
He must observe their mood on whom he jests,
The quality of persons, and the time;
That comes before his eye.
And, like the haggard, check at every feather
This is a practice,
As full of labour as a wise man's art:
For folly, that he wisely shows, is fit;
But wise men, folly-fallen, quite taint their wit.
Enter SIR TOBY BELCH and SIR ANDREW
AGUE-CHEEK.

Sir To. Save you, gentleman.
Vio. And you, sir.

Sir And. Dieu vous garde, monsieur.
Vio. Et vous aussi; votre serviteur.

Sir And. I hope, sir, you are; and I am yours. Sir To. Will you encounter the house? my niece is desirous you should enter, if your trade be to her.

Vio. I am bound to your niece, sir: I mean, she is the list of my voyage.

Sir To. Taste your legs, sir, put them to motion. Vio. My legs do better understand me, sir, than I understand what you mean by bidding me taste my legs.

Sir To. I mean, to go, sir, to enter.

Vio. I will answer you with gait and entrance: But we are prevented.

Enter OLIVIA and MARIA. Most excellent accomplished lady, the heavens rain odours on you!

Sir And. That youth's a rare courtier! Rain odours! well.

Vio. My matter hath no voice, lady, but to your own most pregnant and vouchsafed car.

Sir And. Odours, pregnant, and vouchsafed:I'll get 'em all three ready.

Oli. Let the garden door be shut, and leave me to my hearing.

Give me your hand, sir.
[Exeunt SIR TOBY, SIR ANDREW, and MARIA.

Vio. My duty, madam, and most humble service.
Oli. What is your name?

Vio. Cesario is your servant's name, fair prin-
cess!

Oli. My servant, sir! "Twas never merry world,
Since lowly feigning was call'd compliment;
You are a servant to the count Orsino, youth.

Vio. And he is yours, and his must needs be yours;
Your servant's servant is your servant, madam.

Oli. For him, I think not on him: for his thoughts,
'Would they were blanks, rather than fill'd with me!
Vio. Madam, I come to whet your gentle thoughts
On his behalf:-
I bade you never speak again of him:
O, by your leave, I pray you;
But, would you undertake another suit,

Oli.

5 A wild hawk, or, hawk not well trained.
6 Bound, limit.

7 In the Frogs of Aristophanes a similar expression occurs, v. 462.

9 i. e. our purpose is anticipated. So in the 115th Psalm, Mine eyes prevent the night-watchca."

9 i. c. ready, apprehensive, vouchsafed, for rouchsafing.

Which you knew none of yours: What might you of judgment and reason.

Mar. If you desire the spleen, and will laugh 8 'Be curst and brief. Curst is cross, froward, petulant.

9 Shakspeare is thought to have had Lord Coke in his mind, whose virulent abuse of Sir Walter Raleigh co Sir And. Marry, I saw your niece do more fa-his trial was conveyed in a series of thou's. His resent

1 i. e. after the enchantment your presence worked in my affections.