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SCENE IV.

A Room in the Duke's Palace. Enter VALENTINE, and Viola in man's clothes.

Val. If the duke continue these favours towards you, Cesario, you are like to be much advanced; he hath known you but three days, and already you are no ftranger.

Vio. You either fear his humour, or my negligence, that you call in question the continuance of his love : Is he inconstant, fir, in his favours ? Val. No, believe me.

Enter Duke, Curio, and Attendants.
Vio. I thank you. Here comes the count.
Duke. Who saw Cesario, ho?
Vio. On your attendance, my lord ; here.

Duke. Stand you a-while aloof.-Cesario,
Thou know'st no less but all; I have unclasp'd
To thee the book even of my secret soul :
Therefore, good youth, address thy gait unto her ;
Be not deny'd access, stand at her doors,
And tell them, there thy fixed foot shall grow,
Till thou have audience.

Vio. Sure, my noble lord,
If the be fo abandon'd to her sorrow
As it is spoke, she never will admit me.

Duke. Be clamorous, and leap all civil bounds,
Rather than make unprofited return.

Vio. Say, I do speak with her, my lord; What then?

Duke. O, then, unfold the passion of my love,
Surprize her with discourse of my dear faith:
It mall become thee well to act my woes ;
She will attend it better in thy youth,
Than in a nuncio's of more grave aspéct.

Vio. I think not so, my lord.

Duke. Dear lad, believe it;
For they shall yet belie thy happy years,

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That say, thou art a man: Diana's lip
Is not more smooth, and rubious ; thy small pipe
Is as the maiden's organ, shrill, and sound,
And all is semblative a woman's part?.
I know, thy constellation is right apt
For this affair :—Some four, or five, attend him;
All, if you will; for I myself am best,
When least in company :-Prosper well in this,
And thou shall live as freely as thy lord,
To call his fortunes thine.

Vio. I'll do my best,
To woo your lady :-yet, [afide.] a barrful strife $ !
Who-e'er I woo, myself would be his wife. [Exeunt.

SCENE V.
A Room in Olivia's House.

Enter MARIA and Clown. Mar. Nay, either tell me where thou hast been, or I will not open my lips, so wide as a bristle may enter, in way of thy excuse: my lady will hang thee for thy abfence.

Clo. Let her hang me: he, that is well hang'd in this world, needs to fear no colours

Mar. Make that good,
Clo. He shall see none to fear.

Mar. A good lenten answer": I can tell thee where that saying was born, of, I fear no colours.

Clo. Where, good mistress Mary?
Mar. In the wars; and that may you be bold to say in

your foolery.

Clo. Well, God give them wisdom, that have it; and those that are fools, let them use their talents.

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7- a woman's part.] That is, thy proper part in a play would be a woman's. Women were then personated by boys. JOHNSON.

a barrful ftrife!) i. e, a contest full of impediments. STEEV. 9 - fear no colours.] This expression frequently occurs in the old plays. STEEVENS. - lenten answer :] A lean, or as we now call it, a dry answer.

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Mar.

Mar. Yet you will be hang'd, for being so long abfent ; or, to be turn’d away ?, is not that as good as a hanging to you?

Clo. Many a good hanging prevents a bad marriage ; and, for turning away, let summer bear it out 3.

Mar. You are resolute then?
Clo. Not so neither; but I am resolved on two points.

Mar. That, if one break *, the other will hold; or, if both break, your galkins fall.

Clo. Apt, in good faith ; very apt! Well, go thy way; if fir Toby would leave drinking, thou wert as witty a piece of Eve's fleth as any in Illyria.

Mar. Peace, you rogue, no more o’that ; here comes my lady: make your excuse wisely, you were beft. (Exit.

Enter OLIVIA, and MALVOL10. Clo. Wit, and't be thy will, put me into good fooling! Those wits, that think they have thee, do very oft prove fools; and I, that am sure I lack thee, may pass for a wise man: For what says Quinapalus ? Better a witty fool, than a foolish wit*. -God bless thee, lady!

Oli. Take the fool away.
Clo. Do you not hear, fellows ? take away the lady.

Oli. Go to, you're a dry fool; I'll no more of you : besides, you grow

dishonest. Clo. Two faults, Madonna”, that drink and good counsel will amend: for give the dry fool drink, then is

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to be turn'd away,] The editor of the second folio omitted the word to, in which he has been followed by all the fublequent editors.

MALONY. 3 — and, for turning away, let summer bear it out.] It is common for unsettled and vagrant serving-men, to grow negligent of their business towards summer ; and the sense of the passage is : If I am turned away, the advantages of be approaching Summer will bear out, or support all the inconveniences of dismision; for I shall find employment in every field, and lodging under every bedge. STEEVENS.

- if one break,] Points were laces with metal tags, by which the trunk-hore, or breeches, were fastened to the doublet. MALONE.

- Berter a witry fool, iban a foolish wir.] Hall, in his Chronicle, speaking of the death of Sir Thomas More, says, “ that he knows not whether to call him a foolish wise man,or a wise foolish man." Johnson.

5 - Madonna,] Ital. mistrets, dame. so, La Maddona, by way of pre-eminence, the Blessed Virgin. STEEVENS. VOL. IV.

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the fool not dry; bid the dishonest man mend himself, if he mend, he is no longer dishonest; if he cannot, let the botcher mend him: Any thing, that's mended, is but patch'd : virtue, that transgresses, is but patch'd with fin; and fin, that amends, is but patch'd with virtue : If that this simple fyllogism will serve, so; if it will not, What remedy? As there is no true cuckold but calamity, so beauty's a flower :-the lady bade take away the fool; therefore, I say again, take her away.

Oli. Sir, I bade them take away you.

Clo. Misprifion in the highest degree !-Lady, Cucullus non facit monachum ; that's as much as to say, I wear not motley in my brain. Good Madonna, give me leave to prove you a fool.

Oli. Can you do it?
Clo. Dexteriously, good Madonna.
Oli. Make your proof.

Clo. I must catechize you for it, Madonna ; Good my mouse of virtue, answer me.

Oli. Well, fir, for want of other idleness, I'll bide your proof.

Clo. Good Madonna, why mourn'st thou ?
Oli. Good fool, for my brother's death.
Clo. I think, his soul is in hell, Madonna.
Oli. I know his soul is in heaven, fool.

Clo. The more fool you, Madonna, to mourn for your brother's soul being in heaven.-Take away the fool, gentlemen.

Oli. What think you of this fool, Malvolio: doth he not mend?

Mal. Yes ; and shall do, till the pangs of death shake him : Infirmity, that decays the wite, doth ever make the better fool.

Clo. God send you, fir, a speedy infirmity, for the better increasing your folly! Sir Toby will be sworn, that I am no fox; but he will not pass his word for two-pence that you are no fool.

Oli. How say you to that, Malvolio?

6 - Anything, that's mended, is but patched :] Alluding to the patch'd or particoloured sarment of the fool. MaLONE,

but reprove.

Mal. I marvel your ladyship takes delight in such a barren rascal; I saw him put down the other day with an ordinary fool, that has no more brain than a stone : Look you now, he's out of his guard already; unless you laugh and minister occasion to him, he is gagg’d. I proteit, I take these wise men, that crow so at these fet kind of fools, no better than the fools' zanies.

Oli. O, you are sick of self-love, Malvolio, and taste with a distemper'd appetite: to be generous, guiltless, and of free disposition, is to take thoíe things for birdbolts,'that you deem cannon-bullets : There is no slander in an allow'd fool, though he do nothing but rail ; nor no railing in a known discreet man, though he do nothing

Clo. Now Mercury indue thee with leasing, for thou Speak'st well of fools 7!

Re-enter MARIA. Mar. Madam, there is at the gate a young gentleman, much desires to speak with you.

Oli. From the count Orsino, is it?

Mar. I know not, madam ; 'tis a fair young man, and well attended.

Oli. Who of my people hold him in delay?
Mar. Sir Toby, madam, your kinsman.

Oli. Fetch him off, I pray you ; he speaks nothing but madman; Fie on him! [Exit MARIA.] Go you, Malvolio: if it be a suit from the count, I am sick, or not at home; what you will, to dismiss it. [Exit MALvol10.] Now you fee, fir, how your fooling grows old, and people dilike it.

Clo, Thou haft spoke for us, Madonna, as if thy eldest fon should be a fool : whose scull Jove cram with brains, for here he comes ®, one of thy kin, has a most weak pia mater!

? Now Mercury indue tbee with leafing, for ebeu speak'll well of fools !] May Mercury teacb ebee to lie, fince ibok lieft in favour of fools.

JOHNSON. Sir Thomas Hanmer reads—with learning. MALONE. : - for bere he comes,-) Thus the old copy. Mr. Pope and the Lubsequent editors have omitted the word be. MALONE.

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