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Oli. Why, what would you?

so excellent a touch of modesty, that you will Vio. Make me a willow cabin at your gate, not extort from me what I am willing to keep And call upon my soul within the house; in; therefore it charges me in manners the ra. Write loyal cantons* of contemned love, ther to express* myself. You must know of And sing them loud even in the dead of night; me then, Antonio, my name is Sebastian, which Holla your name to the reverberater hills, I called Rodorigó; my father was that SebasAnd make the babbling gossip of the air tian of Messaline, whom, I know, you have Cry out, Olivia! 0, you should not rest heard of: he left behind him, myself, and a Between the elements of air and earth, sister, both born in an hour. If the leavens But you should pity me.

had been pleased, 'would we had so ended! but, oli. You might do much : What is your you, Sir, altered that; for, some hour before parentage?

you took me from the breach of the sea, was Vio. Åbove my fortunes, yet my state is well: my sister drowned. I am a gentleman.

Ant. Alas, the day! Oli. Get you to your lord ;

Seb. A lady, Sir, though it was said she much I cannot love him: let him send no more; resembled me, was yet of many accounted Unless, perchance, you come to me again, beautiful : but, though I could not, with such To tell me how he takes it. Fare you well: estimable wonder, overfar believe that, yet thus I thank you for your pains : spend this for me. far I will boldly publish her, she bore a mind Vio. I am no fee'd post, lady; keep your that envy could not but call fair : she is purse;

drowned already, Sir, with salt water, though My master, not myself, lacks recompense. I seem to drown her remembrance again with Love maké his heart of flint, that you shall more. love;

Ant. Pardon me, Sir, your bad entertain. And let your fervour, like my master's, be ment, Plac'd in contempt! Farewell, fair cruelty. Seb. 0, good Antonio, forgive me your trou

[Exit. ble. Oli. What is your parentage?

Ant. If you will not murder me for my love, Above my fortunes, yet my state is well:

let me be your servant. I am a gentleman. I'll be sworn thou art; Seb. If you will not undo what you have done, Thy tongue, thy face, thy limbs, actions, and that is, kill him whom you have recovered, de spirit,

sire it not. Fare ye well at once : my bosom Do give thee tive-fold blazon :5-Not too fast:- is full of kindness; and I am yet so near the soft! soft!

manners of my mother, that upon the least oc. Unless the master were the man.-How now? casion more, mine eyes will tell tales of me, I Even so quickly may one catch the plague? am bound to the count Orsino's court : fare. Methinks, I feel this youth's perfections, well.

[Erit. With an invisible and subtle stealth,

Ant. The gentleness of all the gods go with To creep in at mine eyes. Well, let it be.

thee! What, ho, Malvolio!

I have many enemies in Orsino's court,

Else would I very shortly see thee there :
Re-enter MALVOLIO.

But come what may, I do adore thee so,
Mal. Here, madam, at your service.

That danger shall seem sport, and I will go. Oli. Run after that same peevish messenger,

(Exit The county's|| man: he left this ring behind him,

SCENE II.-A Street.
Would I, or not; tell him, I'll none of it.
Desire him not to flatter with his lord,

Enter VIOLA; Malvolio following.
Nor hold him up with hopes; I am not for him:

Mal. Were not you even now with the count. If that the youth will come this way to-morrow,

ess Olivia ? I'll give him reasons for't. Hie thee, Malvolio. Vio. Even now, Sir; on a moderate pace I Mal. Madam, I will.

[Exit. have since arrived but hither. Oli, I do I know not what: and fear to find

Mal. She returns this ring to you, Sir ; you Mine eye too great a flatterer for my mind.

might have saved me my pains, to have taken Fate, show thy force: Ourselves we do not it away yourself. She adds moreover, that you owe;

should put your lord into a desperate assur. What is decreed, must be; and be this so!

ance she will none of him: And one thing

[Exit. more; that you be never so hardy to come ACT II.

again in his affairs, unless it be to report your

lord's taking of this. Receive it so. SCENE 1.-The Sea-coust.

Vio. She took the ring of me; I'll none of it. Enter ANTONIO and SEBASTIAN.

Mul. Come, Sir, you peevishly threw it to Ant. Will you stay no longer ? nor will you it it be worth stooping for, there it lies in your

her; and her will is, it should be so returned : not, that I go with you?

Seb. By your patience, no: my stars shine eye; if not, be it his that finds it. [Èxit. darkly over me; the malignancy of my fate

Vio. I left no ring with her: What means

this lady? might, perhaps, distemper yours; therefore I

[her! shall crave of you your leave, that I may bear | Fortune forbid, my outside have not charm’d my evils alone: It were a bad recompense for She made good view of me; indeed, so much, your love to lay any of them on you.

That, sure, methought, her eyes had lost her Ant. Let me yet know of you, whither you For she did speak in starts distractedly.

tongue, are bound. Seb. No, 'sooth, Sir; my determinate voyage Invites me in this churlish messenger,

She loves me, sure; the cunning of her passion is mere extravagancy. But I perceive in you None of my lord's ring! why, he sent her none. Cantos, verses. + Echoing

I am the man ;-If it be so, (as 'tis,) Messenger.

Proclamation of gentility.
Own, possess.

* Reveal

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Pont lady, she were better love a dream. Sir And. Excellent good, i' faith!
Disguise, I see, thou art a wickedness,

Sir To. Good, good.
Wherein the pregnant.*
enemy does much.

Clo. What is love? 'tis not hereufter ; How easy is it, for the proper-false +

Present mirth hath present laughter ; In women's waxen hearts to set their forms !

What's to come, is still unsure : Alas, our frailty is the cause not we;

In delay there lies no plenty ; For, such as we are made of, such we be.

Then come kiss me sweet-und-twenty, How will this fadge? : My master loves her

Youth's a stut uill not endure. dearly; And I, poor monster, fond as much on him;

Sir And. A mellifluous voice, as I am true And she, mistaken, seems to dote on me:

knight. What will become of this! As I am man,

Sir To. A contageous breath. My state is desperate for my master's love;

Sir And. Very sweet and contageous, i' faith. As I am woman, now alas the day!

Sir To. To hear by the nose, it is dulcet in What thriftless sighs shall poor Olivia breathe ? contagion. But shall we make the welkin O time, thou must untangle this, not I;

dance* indeed ? Shall we rouse the night-ow] It is too hard a knot for me to untie.

(Exit. in a catch, that will draw three souls out at

one weaver? shall we do that? SCENE (I1.- A Room in Olivia's House. Sir And. An you love me, let's do't: I am Enter Sir Toby Belch, and Sir ANDREW

dog at a catch. AGUE-CHEEK.

Clo. By'r lady, Sir, and some dogs will catch

well. Sir To. Approach, Sir Andrew: not to be Sir And. Most certain : let our catch be, Thou a-bed after midnight, is to be up betimes; and knare. diluculo surgere, thou know'st,

Cto. Hold thy peace, thou knare, knight? I Sir And. Nay, by my troth, I know not: but shall be constrain'd in't to call thee Knave, I know, to be up late, is to be up late.

knight. Sir To. A false conclusion ; I hate it as an Sir And. Tis not the first time I have conunfilled can: To be up after midnight, and to strain’d one to call me knave. Begin, fool; it go to bed then, is early ; so that, to go to bed begins, Hold thy peace. after midnight, is to go to bed betimes. Do Clo. 'I shall never begin, if I hold my peace. not our lives consist of the four elements ? Sir And. Good, i' faith! Come, begin. Sir And. 'Faith, so they say ; but, I think,

[They sing a catch. it rather consists of eating and drinking.

Enter MARIA. Sir To. Thou art a scholar; let us therefore eat and drink.-Marian, I say !a stoop of

Mar. What a catterwauling do you keep wine!

here! If my lady have not called up her stewEnter Clown.

ard, Malvolio, and bid him turn you out of

doors, never trust me. Sir And. Here comes the fool, i' faith.

Sir To. My lady's a Cataian,t we are poliClo. How now, my hearts ? Did you never ticians; Malvolio's a Peg-a-Ramsey,t and see the picture of we three ?

Three merry men we be. Am not I consanguiSir To. Welcome, ass.

Now let's have a neous ? am I not of her blood ? Tilly-valley, catch. Sir, And. By my troth, the fool has an excel- lady! There dwelt a man in Babylon, ludy, lady?

[Singing ent breast.ll 'I had rather than forty shillings Clo. Beshrew me, thie knight's in admirable

had such a leg; and so sweet a breath to fooling; sing, as the fool has. In sooth, thou wast in Sir And. Ay, he does well enough, if he be very gracious fooling last night, when thou disposed, and so do I too; he does it with a spokest of Pigrogromitus, of the Vapians pass- better grace, but I do it more natural, ing the equinoctial of Queubus; 'twas very Sir To. O, the twelfth day of December,-good, i' faith. I sent thee sixpence for thy le

[Singing. man : Hadst it?

Mar. For the love of God, peace. Clo. I did impeticos thy gratillity ;** for Malvolio's nose is no whipstock: My lady has a

Enter MALVOLIO. white hand, and the Myrmidons are no bottle- Mal. My masters, are you mad? or what are

you ? Have you no wit, manners, nor honesty, Sir And. Excellent; Why, this is the best but to gabble like tinkers at this time of pight? fooling, when all is done. Now, a song. Do ye make an alehouse of my lady's house, Sir To. Come on; there is sixpence for you: that ye squeak out your coziers|| catches with

out any mitigation or remorse of voice? Is there Sir And. There's a testril of me too: if one no respect of place, persons, nor time, in you?

Sir To. We did keep time, Sir, in our catchClo. Would you have a love-song, or a song es. Sneck up ! of good life?

Mal. Sir Toby, I must be round with you. Sir To. A love-song, a love-song.

My lady bade me tell you, that, though she Sir And. Ay, ay; I'care not for good life.

harbours you as her kinsman, she's nothing al

lied to your disorders. If you can separate Song.

yourself and your misdemeanors, you are welClo. O mistress mine, where are you roaming ?

come to the house; if not, an it would please 0, stay and hear; your true love's coming,

you to take leave of her, she is very willing to That can sing both high and low :

bid you farewell. Trip no further, pretty sweeting ;

Sir To. Farewell, dear heart, since I must needs Journeys end in lovers' meeting, Erery wise man's son doth know.

Mar. Nay, good Sir Toby.

Drink till the sky turns round. Romancer.
* Dexterous, ready fiend. + Fair deceiver. Suit. 1 Name of an old song.
Loggerheads be.

# Voice.
I Mistress.

Equivalent to filly fally, shilly shaling ** I did immatticoat thy gratuity.

Hi Coblers.

I Hang your

ale houses.

let's have a song,

knight give a

be gone.

Clo. His eyes do show his days are almost done. Sir And. And your horse now would mako Mal. Is't even so ?

bim an ass. Sir To. But I will nerer die.

Mar. Ass, I doubt not. Clo. Sir Toby, there you lie.

Sir And. 0, 'twill be admirable. Mal. This is much credit to you.

Mar, Sport royal, I warrant you: I know, Sir To. Shall I bid him go? [Singing. my physic will work with him. I will plant Clo. What an if you do?

you two, and let the fool make a third, where Sir To. Shail I bid him go, and spare not ? he shall find the letter ; observe his construcClo. O no, no, no, no, you dare not.

tion of it. For this night, to bed, and dream Sir To, Out o'time? Sir, ye lie-Art any on the event. Farewell.

[Erit. more than a steward? Dost thou think, be- Sir To. Good night, Penthesilea.* cause thou art virtuous, there shall be no more Sir And. Before me, she's a good wench. cakes and ale ?

Sir To. She's a beagle, true-bred, and one Clo. Yes, by Saint Anne; and ginger shall that adores me; What o' that? be hot i'the mouth too.

Sir And. I was adored once too. Sir To. Thou’rt i'the right.--Go, Sir, rub Sir To. Let's to bed, knight.-Thou hadst your chain * with crums :-A stoop of wine, need send for more money. Maria!

Sir And. If I cannot recover your niece, I am Mal. Mistress Mary, if you prized my lady's a foul way out. favour at any thing more than contempt, you Sir To. Send for money, knight; is thou hast would not give means for this uncivil' rule; ther not i'the end, call me Cut. she shall know of it, by this hand. [Erit. Sir And. If I do not, never trust me, take it Mar. Go shake your ears.

how you will. Sir And. "Twere as good a deed as to drink Sir To. Come, come; I'll go burn some sack, when a man's a hungry, to challenge him to the 'tis too late to go to bed now: come, knight; field; and then to break promise with him, and come, knight.

[Exeunt. make a fool of him. Sir. To. Do't, knight ; I'll write thee a chal

SCENE IV.-A Room in the Duke's Palace. Penge; or I'll deliver thy indignation to him by Enter Duke, Viola, Curio, und others. Word of mouth. Mar. Sweet Sir Toby, be patient for to-night;

Duke. Give me some music:-Now, good since the youth of the count's was to-day with Now, good Cesario, but that piece of song,

morrow, friends :my lady, she is much out of quiet, . For mon- That’old and antique song we heard last night; sieur Malvolio, let me alone with him : if I do Methought, it did relieve my passion much; not gull him into a nay.word, and make him More than light airs and recollected terms, a common recreation, do not think I have wit Of these most brisk and giddy-paced times:enough to lie straight in my bed: I know, I Come, but one verse. can do it. Sir To. Possess us,ộ possess us; tell us some that should sing it.

Cur. He is not here, so please your lordship, thing of him.

Duke. Who was it?
Mar. Marry, Sir, sometimes he is a kind of

Cur. Festo, the jester, my lord; a fool, that Sir And. O, if I thought that, I'd beat him the lady Olivia's father took much delight in :

he is about the house. like a dog. Sir To. What, for being a Puritan? thy ex

Duke. Seek him out, and play the tune the while.

[Erit CURIO.-Music. quisite reason, dear knight? Sir And. I have no exquisite reason for’t, but in the sweet pangs of it, remember me:

Come hither, boy ; If ever thou shalt love, I have reason good enough. Mar. The devil a Puritan that he is, or any Unstaid and skittish in all motions else,

For, such as am, all true lovers are; thing constantly but a time pleaser ; an affec; Save, in the constant image of the creature tioned|| ass, that cons state without book, and That is belov’d.—How dost thou like this tune! utters it by great swarths :s the best persuaded of himself, so crammed, as he thinks, with ex

Vio. It gives a very echo to the seat

Where Love is thron'd. cellences, that it is his ground of faith, that all, that look on him, love him; and on that My life upon't, young though thou art, thine

Duke. Thou dost speak masterly: [eye vice in him will my revenge find notable cause Hath stay'd upon some favourt that it loves ; to work.

Hath it not, boy? Sir To. What wilt thou do?

Vio. A little, by your favour. Mar. I will drop in his way some obscure

Duke. What kind of woman is't ? epistles of love ; wherein, by the colour of his

Vio. Of your complexion. beard, the shape of his leg, the manner of his

Duke. She is not worth thee then. What gait, the expressure of his eye, forehead, and complexion, he shall find bimself most feeling

years, i'faith?

Vio. About your years, my lord. ly personated : I can write very like my lady

Duke. Too old, by heaven; Let still the your niece; on a forgotten matter we can hard

woman take ly make distinction of our hands.

An elder than herself; so wears she to him, Sir To. Excellent! I smell a device.

So sways she level in her husband's heart.
Sir And. I have't in my nose too.
Sir To. He shall think, by the letters that Our fancies are more giddy and unfirm,

Por, boy, however we do praise ourselves, thou wilt drop, that they come from my niece, More longing, wavering, sooner lost and worn, and that she is in love with him.

Than women's are. Mar. My purpose is, indeed, a horse of that

Vio. I think it well, my lord. colour.

Duke. Then let thy love be younger than

thyself, • Stewaras anciently wore a chain. + Method of life. Or thy affection cannot hold the bent: * Bye-word.

Inform use. Il Affectad The row of grass left by a mower.

+ Horse


* Amazon


For women are as roses; whose fair flower, That suffer surfeit, cloyment, and revolt; Being unce: display'd, doth fall that very hour. But mine is all as bungry as the sea,

Vio. And so they are: alas, that they are so ; And can digest as much: make no compare To die, even when they to perfection grow!

Between that love a woman can bear me,

And that I owe Olivia.
Re-enter Curio, and Clown.

Vio. Ay, but I know,-
Duke. O fellow, come, the song we bad iast

Duke. What dost thou know? night:

Vio. Too well what love women to men may Mark it, Cesario; it is old, and plain: The spinsters and the knitters in the sun, In faith, they are as true of heart as we. And the free maids, that weave their thread My father had a daughter lov'd a man, with bones,*

As it might be, perhaps, were I a woman, Do use to chaunt it; it is silly sooth,

I should your lordship. And dallies with the innocence of love,

Duke. And what's her history? Like the old age.t

Vio. A blank, my lord: She never told her Clo. Are you ready, Sir ?

love, Dike. Ay; pr’ythee, sing.

[Music. But let concealment, like a worm i'the bud, Song.

Feed on her damask cheek: she pin’d in

thought; Clo. Come array, come away, death,

And, with a green and yellow melancholy, And in sau cypress let me be luid;

Sne sat like Patience on a monument, Fly awuy, fly away, breath ;

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

We men may say more, swear more: but, inMy shroud of white, stuck all with yew,


(prove 0, prepare it ;

Our shows are more than will; for still we My part of death no one so true

Much in our vows, but little in our love.
Did share it.

Duke. But died thy sister of her love, my boy! Not a flower, not u flower sweet,

Vio. I am all the daughters of my father's On my black coffin let there be strown ;


[not :Not a friend, not a friend greet

And all the brothers too ;-and yet f know
My poor corpse, where my bones shall be thrown: Sir, shall I to this lady?
A thousand thousand sighs to save,

Duke. Ay, that's the theme.
Lay me, o, where

To her in haste; give her this jewel ; say, Sed true lorer ne'er find my grare,

My love can give no place, bide no denay. To weep there.

[Exeunt. Duke. There's for thy pains.

SCENE V.-Olivia's Garden. Clo. No pains, Sir; I iake pleasure in singimg, Sir.

Enter Sir Toby Belch, Sir ANDREW AGUB. Duke. I'll pay thy pleasure then.

CHEEK, und Fabian. Clo. Truly, Sir, and pleasure will be paid, Sir To. Come thy ways, Signior Fabian. one time or another.

Fab. Nay, I'll come; if I lose a scruple of Duke. Give me now leave to leave thee.

this sport, let me be boiled to death with meClo. Now, the melancholy god protect thee; lancholy. and the tailor make thy doublet of changeable Sir To. Would'st thou not be glad to have tatiata, for thy mind is a very opal.— I would the niggardly rascally sheep-biter come by some have men of such constancy put to sea, that notable shame? their business might be every thing, and their Fab. I would exult, man: you know, he intent every where; for that's it, that always brought me out of favour with my lady, about makes a good voyage of nothing:-Farewell. a bear-baiting here.

[Exit Clown.

Sir To. To anger him, we'll have the bear Duke. Let all the rest give place.

again; and we will fool him black and blue:(Exeunt Curio and Attendants. Shall we not, Sir Andrew ? Once more, Cesario,

Sir And. An we do not, it is pity of our lives. Get thee to yon' same sovereign cruelty : Tell her, my love, more noble than the world,

Enter MARIA. Prizes not quantity of dirty lands;

Sir To. Here comes the little villain :—How The parts that fortune hath bestow'd upon her, now, my nettle of India ? Tell her, I hold as giddily as fortune;

Mar. Get ye all three into the box-tree: But'tis that miracle, and queen of gems, Malvolio's coming down this walk; he has That nature pranks| her in, attracts my soul. been yonder i'the sun, practising behaviour to

Vio. But, if she cannot love you, Sir? his own shadow, this half hour : observe him, Duke. I cannot be so answer'd.

for the love of mockery ; for, I know, this letVio. 'Sooth, but you must.

ter will make a contemplative ideot of him. Say, that some lady, as, perhaps, there is, Close, in the name of jesting! (The men hide Hath for your love as great a pang of heart themselves.) Lie thou, there ; [throus down a As you have for Olivia : you cannot love her; letter.] for here comes the trout that must be You tell her so; Must she not then be answer'd caught with tickling. [Exit Maria.

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 Mal. "Tis but fortune; all is fortune. Maria
So big, to hold so much; they lack retention.

once told me, she did affect me: and I have Alas, their love may be call'd appetite,

heard herseli come thus near, that, should she No motion of the liver, but the palate, fancy,t it should be one of my complexion. Lace makers.

+ Simple truth. Besides, she uses me with a more exalted re. • Times of simplicity. | A precious stone of all colours. || Decks.

* Denial.

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spect than any one else that follows her. What Fab. This wins him, liver and all. should I think on't ?

Mal. (Reads) Jore knou's, 1 lore: Sir To. Here's an over-weening rogue!

But who? Fab. 0, peace! Contemplation makes a rare

Lips do not more, turkey-cock of him; how he jets* under bis

No man must know. advanced plumes !

No man must know.-What follows ? the nun. Sir And.' 'Slight, I could so beat the rogue:- bers altered !-No man must know:--If this Sir To. Peace, I say.

should be thee, Malvolio? Mul. To be Count Nalvolio ;

Sir To. Marry, hang thee, brock!* Sir To. Ah, rogue !

Mal. I may command, where I adore: Sir And. Pistos him, pistol him.

But silence, like a Lucrece knije, Sir To. Peace; peace!

With bloodless stroke my heart doth gore; Mal. There is example for't; the lady of the M, 0, A, I, doth sway my lije. strachy married the yeoman of the wardrobe. Fab. A fustian riddle! Sir And. Fie on him, Jezebel !

Sir To. Excellent wench, say I. Fab. 0, peace! now he's deeply in; look, Mal. M, 0, A, I, doth sway my life.-Nay, how imagination blowst him.

but first, let me see,-let me see, let me 8ce. Mal. Having been three months married to Fab. What a dish of poison has she dressed her, sitting in my state,:

him ! Sir To. O, for a stone-bow, to hit him in the Sir To. And with what wing the stannyelt eye!

checkst at it! Mul. Calling my officers about me, in my Mal. I muy command where I adore. Why, branched velvet gown; having come from a she may command me; I serve her, she is my day-bed, $ where I left Olivia sleeping: lady. Why, this is evident to any formal caSir To, Fire and brimstone!

pacity. There is no obstruction in this ;-And Fub. O, peace, peace!

the end,- What should that alphabetical posiMal. And then to have the humour of state : tion portend? if I could make that resemble and after a demure travel of regard, -telling something in me,-Softly !-M, 0, A, 1.them, I know my place, as I would they should Sir To. o, ay ! make up that:-he is now at do theirs,—to ask for my kinsman Toby: a cold scent. Sir To. Bolts and shackles !

Fab. Sowterý will cry upon't, for all this, Fab. O, peace, peace, peace! now, now. though it be as rank as a fox.

Mal. Seven of my people, with an obedient Mal. M,–Malvolio ;-M,-why, that begins start, make out for him: Í frown the while; my name. and, perchance, wind up my watch, or play Fub. Did not I say, he would work it out? with some rich jewel. Toby approaches; the cur is excellent at faults. court'sies there to me :

Mal. M,-But then there is no consonancy Sir To. Shall this fellow live?

in the sequel; that suffers under probation : Fab. Though our silence be drawn from us should follow, but O does. with cars; yet peace,

Fab. And ó shall end, I hope. Mal. I extend my hand to him thus, quench- Sir To. Ay, or I'll cudgel him, and make him ing my familiar smile with an austere regard of cry, O. control :

Mul. And then I comes behind; Sir To. And does not Toby take you a blow Fa. Ay, an you had any eye behind you, o'the lips then?

you might see more detraction at your heels, Mal. Saying, Cousin Toby, my fortunes having than fortunes before you. cast me on your niece, gire ine this prerogative of Mal. M, 0, A, I;- This simulation is not as speech :

the former :-and yet, to crush this a little, it Sir To. What, what?

would bow to me, for every one of these letters Mal. You must amend your drunkenness. are in my name. Soft; here follows prose.Sir. To. Out, scab!

If this fall into thy hand, revolve. In my stars I Fab. Nay, patience, or we break the sinews am above thee ; but be not afraid of greatness : of our plot.

Some are born great, some achiere greatness, and Mal. Besides, you waste the treusure of your some have greatness thrust upon them. Thy fates time with a foolish knight;

open their hands ; let thy blood and spirit embrace Sir And. That's me, I warrant you.

them. And, to inure thyself to what thou art like Mal. One Sir Andrew :

to be, cust thy humble slough,ll and appear fresh. Sir And. I knew, 'twas I; for many do call Be opposite with a kinsman, surly with servunts: me fool.

let thy tongue tang arguments of stute ; put thyMal. What employment have we here? self into the trick of singularity : She thus advises

[Taking up the letter. thee, that sighs for thee. Remember who comFab. Now is the woodcock near the gin. mended thy yellow stockings ; and wished to see

Sir To. 0, peace! and the spirit of humours thee ever cross-gurtered : 1 say, remember.. Go intimate reading aloud to him!

to; thou art made, if thou desirest to be so ; if not, Mal. By my life, that is my lady's hand: let me see thee a steward still, the fellow of serthese be her very C's, her U's, and her T's; vints, and not worthy to touch fortune's fingers. and thus makes she her great P's. It is, in Farewell. She that would alter services with thee. contempt of question, her hand.

The fortunate-unhappy. Sir ind. Her C's, her U's, and her T's: Day-light and champian discovers not more: Why that?

this is open. I will be proud, I will read poMal. [Reads] To the unknown belored, this, litic authors, I will baffle Sir Toby, I will wash and my good wishes : her very phrases !-By off gross acquaintance, I will be point-deyour leave, wax.—Soft!-and the impressure vice,

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