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

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


Mal. M,-But then there is no confonancy in the fequel; that fuffers under probation: A fhould follow, but O does.


Fab. And O fhall end, I hope.

Sir To. Ay, or I'll cudgel him, and make him cry, O. Mal. And then I comes behind.

Fab. Ay, an you had an eye behind you, you might fee more detraction at your heels, than fortunes before you.

Mal. M. O. A. I.-This fimilation is not as the former :-and yet, to crush this a little, it would bow to me, for every one of thefe letters is in my name. Soft; here follows profe. If this fall into thy band, revolve. In my ftars I am above thee; but be not afraid of greatness: Some are born great, fome atchieve greatness, and some have greatnefs thrust upon them. Thy fates open their hands; let thy blood and fpirit embrace them. And, to inure thyself to what thou art like to be, caft thy humble flough, and appear fresh. Be oppofite with a kinfman, furly with fervants: 2 let thy tongue tang arguments of state; put thyself into the trick of fingularity: She thus advises thee, that fighs for thee. Remember who commended thy yellow stockings; and wish'd to

"Sowter will cry upon't, for all this, though it be as rank as a fox.] This bafe hound will open upon the queft, though it be as rank as a fox, and to be followed by any other dog without a cry. though it be fuffers under probation :]-fails in the trial. * And ○ shall end,]—a halter-a figh of disappointment. Yfimilation]-likeness, refemblance-fimulation.

not as rank.


2 let thy tongue tang arguments of ftate ;]-ring with-let thy difcourfe be chiefly confin'd to political topicks.







fee thee ever cross-garter'd: I fay, remember. Go to; thou art made, if thou defireft to be fo; if not, let me fee thee a Steward ftill, the fellow of fervants, and not worthy to touch fortune's fingers. Farewel. She, that would alter Jervices 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 fir Toby, I will wafh off grofs acquaintance, I will be point-de-vice, the very man. I do not now fool myself to let imagination jade me; for every reafon excites to this, that my lady loves me. She did commend my yellow ftockings of late, she did praise my leg being cross-garter'd; and in this fhe manifefts herself to my love, and, with a kind of injunction, drives me to thefe habits of her liking. I thank my ftars, I am happy. I will be ftrange, ftout, in yellow ftockings, and crofs garter'd, even with the fwiftnefs of putting on. Jove, and my stars be praised!-Here is yet a poftfcript. Thou canst not chufe but know who I am. If thou entertaineft my love, let it appear in thy fmiling; thy fmiles become thee well: therefore in my prefence ftill fmile, dear my fweet, I pr'ythee.-Jove, I thank thee.—I will fmile; I will do every thing that thou wilt have me. [Exit. Fab. I will not give my part of this fport 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 fuch another jeft.

Enter Maria..

Sir And. Nor I neither.

cross-garter'd:]-like a puritan-garters were formerly very rich, and worn below the knee.



fortunate-unhappy.]-fortunate in her poffeffions, but unhappy in her point-de-vice,]-exactly, to a tittle.


Fab. Here comes my noble gull-catcher.

Sir To. Wilt thou fet thy foot o'my neck?
Sir And. Or o'mine either?


Sir To. Shall I play my freedom at tray-trip, and become thy bond-slave?

Sir And. I'faith, or I either?

Sir To. Why, thou haft put him in such a dream, that, when the image of it leaves him, he must run mad. Mar. Nay, but fay true, does it work upon him? Sir To. Like aqua-vitæ with a midwife.

Mar. If you will then fee the fruits of the sport, mark his first approach before my lady: he will come to her in yellow ftockings, and 'tis a colour fhe abhors; and crossgarter'd, a fashion she detefts; and he will fmile upon her, which will now be fo unfuitable to her difpofition, being addicted to a melancholy as fhe is, that it cannot but turn him into a notable contempt: if you will fee it, follow me. Sir To. To the gates of Tartar, thou moft excellent devil of wit!

Sir And. I'll make one too.



Olivia's Garden.

Enter Viola, and Clown.

Vio. Save thee, friend, and thy mufick: Doft thou

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Clo. No fuch matter, fir; I do live by the church:

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for I do live at my house, and my house doth stand by the church.

Vio. So thou may'ft fay, the king lies by a beggar, if a beggar dwell near him; or, the church ftands by thy tabor, if thy tabor stand by the church.

Clo. You have faid, fir.—To see this age!—A sentence is but acheveril glove to a good wit; How quickly the wrong fide may be turned outward!

Vio. Nay, that's certain; they, that dally nicely with words, may quickly make them wanton.

Clo. I would therefore, my fifter had had no name, fir. Vio. Why, man?

Clo. Why, fir, her name's a word; and to dally with that word, might make my fifter wanton: But, indeed, words are very rafcals, fince bonds difgrac'd them.

Vio. Thy reason, man?

Clo. Troth, fir, I can yield you none without words; and words are grown fo false, I am loth to prove reason with them.

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

Clo. Not fo, fir, I do care for fomething: but in my conscience, fir, I do not care for you; if that be to care for nothing, fir, I would it would make you invisible. Vio. Art not thou the lady Olivia's fool?

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

Vio. I faw thee late at the count Orfino's.

Clo. Foolery, fir, does walk about the orb, like the fun; it shines every where. I would be forry, fir, but the



fool fhould be as oft with your mafter, as with my miftrefs: I think, I saw your wisdom there.

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

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

Vio. By my troth, I'll tell thee; I am almost fick for one; though I would not have it grow on 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 Pandarus of Phrygia, fir, to bring a Creffida to this Troilus.

Vio. I understand you, fir; 'tis well begg'd.

Clo. The matter, I hope, is not great, fir, begging but a beggar; Creffida was a beggar. My lady is within, fir. I will confter to them whence you come; who you are, and what you would, is out of my welkin: I might say, element; but the word is over-worn. [Exit. Vio. This fellow is wife enough to play the fool; And, to do that well, craves a kind of wit:

He muft obferve their mood on whom he jests,

The quality of the perfons, and the time;

'Not, like the haggard,

That comes before his eye.

check at every feather

This is a practice,

As full of labour as a wife man's art:

For folly, that he wifely fhews, is fit;

But wife men," folly fall'n, quite taint their wit.

Enter Sir Toby, and Sir Andrew.

Sir And. Save you, gentleman.

i pass upon me,]-cut thy jokes.

expences for thee.]—a trifle for thee to spend.


1 And.


check]-feize all game that comes in his way.

folly fall'n, quite taint their wit.]-detected in folly, lofe the credit

of their wit-wife men's folly fhewn, quite taints, &c.

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