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Vio. And you, fir.
Sir To. Dieu vous garde, monfieur.
Vio. Et vous auffi; votre ferviteur.
Sir To. I hope, fir, you are; and I am yours.-Will you encounter the house? my niece is defirous you should enter, if your trade be to her.
Vio. I am bound to your niece, fir: I mean, fhe is the • lift of my voyage.
Sir To. Tafte your legs, fir, put them to motion. Vio. My legs do better understand me, fir, than I un. derstand what you mean by bidding me tafte my legs.
Sir To. I mean, to go, fir, to enter.
Vio. I will answer you with gait and entrance: But we are prevented.
Enter Olivia and Maria.
Most excellent accomplish'd 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 moft pregnant and vouchsafed ear.
Sir And. Odours, pregnant, and vouchsafed:—I'll get 'em all three 'ready.
Oli. Let the garden door be fhut, and leave me 'to my hearing. [Exeunt Sir Toby, Sir Andrew, and Maria. Give me your hand, fir.
Vio. My duty, madam, and most humble service.
lift-ultimate end, utmost extent.
P Tafte your legs,]-use them delicately, trip lightly along. 9 underftand me,]-ftand under. "My ftaff understands me. Two GENTLEMEN OF VERONA. A& II, Sc. 5. Laun. pregnant]-gracious. ready.]-by heart.
to my bearing. whilft I give this meffenger an audience.
Vio. Cefario is your fervant's name, fair princefs..
Vio. And he is yours, and his must needs be yours; Your fervant's fervant is your fervant, 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 :
Oli. O, by your leave, I pray you;
I bade you never speak again of him:
Vio. Dear lady,
Oli. Give me leave, I beseech you: I did fend,
Myself, my fervant, and, I fear me, you:
Which you knew none of yours: What might you think?
Have you not fet mine honour at the stake,
And baited it with all the unmuzzled thoughts That tyrannous heart can think? To one of your " receiving
Enough is fhewn; a cyprus, not a bosom,
Hides my poor heart: So let me hear you speak.
Vio. I pity you.
" enchantment you did here,]-you wrought here, the laft enchanting vifit you made-(you did hear)
a cyprus,]-a transparent veil.
Oli. That's a degree to love.
Vio. No, not a grice; for 'tis a vulgar proof, That very oft we pity enemies.
Oli. Why then, methinks, 'tis time to fmile again: O world, how apt the poor are to be proud! If one should be a prey, how much the better To fall before the lion, than the wolf? The clock upbraids me with the wafte of time.Be not afraid, good youth, I will not have you : And yet, when wit and youth is come to harvest, Your wife is like to reap a proper man:
There lies your way, due weft.
Vio. Then weftward-hoe:
Grace, and good difpofition, attend your ladyship!
I pr'ythee, tell me, what thou think'st of me.
Vio. That you do think, you are not 'what you are. Oli. If I think fo, I think the fame of you.
Vio. Then think you right; I am not what I am.
Oli. O, what a deal of scorn looks beautiful
A murd'rous guilt fhews not itself more soon
By maidhood, honour, truth, and every thing,
Nor wit, nor reafon,
Ya grice ;]-a step.
a westward-boe :-alluding to Decker, written in the year 1605. what you are.-yourself.
to fmile]-in token of contempt. a popular play of that title by
maugre]-in fpite of.
Do not extort thy reafons from this claufe,
For, that I woo, thou therefore haft no cause;
And fo adieu, good madam; never more
Oli. Yet come again; for thou, perhaps, may'st move That heart, which now abhors, to like his love. [Exeunt.
An Apartment in Olivia's House.
Enter Sir Toby, Sir Andrew, and Fabian. Sir And. No, faith, I'll not ftay a jot longer. Sir To. Thy reason, dear venom, give thy reason. Fab. You must needs yield your reafon, fir Andrew.
Sir And. Marry, I faw your niece do more favours to the count's ferving-man, than ever fhe bestowed upon me; I faw't i'the orchard.
Sir To. Did the fee thee the while, old boy; tell me that? Sir And. As plain as I see you now.
Fab. This was a great argument of love in her towards you.
Sir And. 'Slight! will you make an afs o' me?
Fab. I will prove it legitimate, fir, upon the oaths of judgment and reason.
d extort thy reafons from this claufe, &c.]-from the circumftance of my wooing conclude that you need not.
my master's tears to you deplore.]—give you a plaintive relation of mafter's forrows.
Sir To. And they have been grand jury-men, fince before Noah was a failor.
Fab. She did fhew favour to the youth in your fight, only to exasperate you, to awake your dormouse valour, to put fire in your heart, and brimftone in your liver: You should then have accofted her; and with some excellent jefts, fire-new from the mint, you should have bang'd the youth into dumbnefs. This was look'd for at your hand, and this was baulk'd: the double gilt of this opportunity you let time wash off, and you are now fail'd into the north of my lady's opinion; where you will hang like an icicle on a Dutchman's beard, unless you do redeem it by fome laudable attempt, either of valour, or policy.
Sir And. And't be any way, it must be with valour; for policy I hate; I had as lief be a Brownist, as a politician.
Sir To. Why then, build me thy fortunes upon the bafis of valour. Challenge me the count's youth to fight with you; hurt him in eleven places; my niece shall take note of it; and affure thyfelf, there is no love-broker in the world can more prevail in man's commendation with woman, than report of valour.
Fab. There is no way but this, fir Andrew.
Sir And. Will either of you bear me a challenge to him? Sir To. Go, write it in a martial hand; be curft and brief: it is no matter how witty, fo it be eloquent, and full of invention: taunt him with the licence of ink: if thou1thou'ft him fome thrice, it shall not be amifs; and as many lies as will lie in thy fheet of paper, although the fheet were big enough for the bed of Ware in England,
h how witty,]-for the wit of it.
ithou'ft him]-"I thou thee, thou traytor" faid Coke to Sir W. Raleigh, at his trial.