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Vio. I think it well, my lord. Duke. Then let thy love be younger than Or thy affection cannot hold the bent: [thyself, 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!

Re-enter CURIO, and Clown.

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

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

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

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

Sad true lover ne'er find my grave
To weep there.

Duke. There's for thy pains. [singing, sir.
Clo. No pains, sir; take pleasure in
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 opals -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 nothing. 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 pranks her in, attracts my soul. Vio, But, if she cannot love you, sir? Duke. I cannot be so answer'd. Vio. 'Sooth, but yon 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;

Lace makers.. ↑ Simple truth.

all colours.

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,-
No motion of the liver, but the palate,-
That suffer surfeit, cloyment, and revolt;
But mine is all as hungry as the sea,
And can digest as much: make no compare
Between that love a woman can bear me,
And that I owe Olivia.

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Vio. Ay, but I know,Duke. What dost thou know? [may owe: Vio. Too well what love women to men 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.


And what's her history? Vio. A blank, my lord: She never told her


But let concealment, like a worm i' the bad, 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?

[prove Our shows are more than will; for still we Much in our vows, but little in our love. Duke. But died thy sister of her love,myboy? Vio. I am all the daughters of my father's house, [not:

And all the brothers too;-and yet I know
Sir, shall I to this lady?
Ay, that's the theme.
To her in haste; give her this jewel; say,
My love can give no place, bide no denay¶.

SCENE V. Olivia's Garden. Enter Sir TOBY 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 bear-baiting here.


Sir To. To anger him, we'll have the bear again; and we will fool him black and blue:Shall we not, 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, my nettle of India?

"Mar. Get ye all three into the box-tree: Malvolio's coming down this walk; he has been yonder i' the sun, practising behaviour

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A precious stone of

Mal. Besides, you waste the treasure
your time with a foolish knight;
Sir And. That's me, I warrant you.
Mal. One Sir Andrew:

to his own shadow, this half hour: observe Fab. Nay, patience, or we break the sinews him, for the love of mockery; for, I know, of our plot. this letter will make a contemplative 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 com-" plexion. 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 over-weening rogue!
Fab. O, peace! Contemplation makes a
rare turkey-cock of him; how he jets t 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 for't; 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.

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

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, where I left Olivia sleeping: Sir To. Fire and brimstone! Fab. O, peace, peace!,

Mal. And then to have the humonr 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 some rich jewel. Toby approaches; court'sies there to me:

Sir To. Shall this fellow live? Fab, Though our silence be drawn from ne with cars, yet peace.

Mal. I extend my hand to him, thus, quenching my familiar smile with an austere regard of control:

Sir And. I knew, 'twas I; for many call me fool.

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

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

Sir To. What, what?

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 T's; and thus makes 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 seal: '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.

Mul. M, O, A, I, doth sway my life.-Nay, but first, let me see,-let me see,-let me see. Fab. What a dish of poison has she dressed him!

Sir To. And with what wing the stannyel ** checksti 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, Q, A, I.—..

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

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

Mal. M, Malvolio ;-M-why, that be gins my name,

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:

Mal. You must amend your drunkenness. A should follow, but does.

Sir To. Ont, scab !

* Love.

Fab. And O shall end, I hope..

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Couch. ¶ Badger.

Name of a hound.

Sir To. Ay, or I'll cudgel him, and make stars, I am happy. I will be strange, stout, him 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 fortunes before you.

Mal. M, O, A, 1-This simulation is not as the former :-and yet, to crush this a little, it would bow to me, for every one of these letters are in my 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, some 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 cross-gartered: I say, remember. Go to; thou art made, if thou desirest to be so; if not, let me see thee a steward still, the fellow of servants, and not worthy to touch fortune's fingers. Farewell. She that would alter services with thee,

in yellow stockings, and cross-gartered, even with the swiftness of putting on. Jove, and my stars be praised!-Here is yet a postscript. Thou canst not choose but know who I am. If thou entertainest my love, let it appear in thy smiling; thy smiles become thee well: therefore in my presence still smile, dear my sweet, I prythee. Jove, I thank thee.-I will smile; I will do every thing that thou wilt have me. [Exit. 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.

Sir And. Nor 1 neither.

Fab. Here comes my noble gull-catcher.
Sir To. Wilt thou set thy foot o' my neck?
Sir And. Or o' mine either?

Sir To. Shall I play my freedom at tray.
trips, and become thy bond-slave?
Sir And. I'faith, or I either.

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? The fortunate unhappy. Sir To. Like aqua-vitæ with a midwife. Day-light and champiant discovers not more: Mar. If you will then see the fruits of the sport, this is open. I will be proud, I will read mark his first approach before my lady: he politick authors, I will bathe Sir Toby, I will will come to her in yellow stockings, and wash off gross acquaintance, I will be point- 'tis a colour she abhors; and cross-gartered, a de-vice, the very man. I do not now fool fashion she detests; and he will smile upon myself, to let imagination jade me; for every her, which will now be so unsuitable to her i reason excites to this, that my lady loves disposition, being addicted to a melancholy as me. She did commend my yellow stockings she is, that it cannot but turn him into a notof late, she did praise my leg being cross-able contempt: if you will see it, follow me. gartered; and in this she manifests herself to Sir To. To the gates of Tartar, thou most iny love, and, with a kind of injunction, drives excellent devil of wit! me to these habits of her liking. I thank my

Sir And. I'll make one too.


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SCENE I. Olivia's Garden.

Enter VIOLA, and Clown with a Tabor.
Vio. Save thee, friend, and thy musick:
Dost thou live by thy tábor ?

Clo. No, sir, I live by the church.
Vio. Art thou a churchinan?

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

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three und trip. | Dwells.

A boy's diversion

Vio. I warrant, thou art a merry fellow,| Vio. I will answer you with gait and enand carest for nothing. tránce: But we are prevented.

Cio. 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.

Fio. 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, asi 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, sir, but the fool should be as oft with your master, as with my mistress: 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 sick for one; though I would not have 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, sir, to bring a Cressida to this Troilus.


Vio. I understand you, sir; 'tis well begg'd. Clo. The matter, I hope, is not great, sir, begging but a beggar; Cressida was a beggar. My lady is within, sir. I will construe to them whence you come; who you are, and what you would, are out of my welkin: I might say, element; but the word is over[Exit. Vio. This fellow's wise enough to play the And, to do that well, craves a kind of wit: [fool; He must observe their mood on whom he jests, The quality of persons, and the time; And, like the haggard +, check at every feather That comes before his eye. 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.
Vie. 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.

See the play of Troilus and Cressida.

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 pregnants and youchsafed ear. 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.

[Exeunt Sir TOBY, Sir ANDREW, & MARIA. Give me your hand, sir.

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


Vio. Cesario is your servant's name, fair princess.


Oli. My servant, sir! 'Twas never merry Since lowly feigning was call'd compliment: You are 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, [with me! 'Would they were blanks, rather than fill'd Vio. Madam, I come to whet your gentle On his behalf:[thoughts Oli. O, by your leave, I pray you; I bade you never speak again of him: But, would you undertake another suit, I had rather hear you to solicit that, Than musick from the spheres.. Vio.

Dear lady,

Oli. Give me leave, I beseech you: I did After the last enchantment you did here, [send, A ring in chase of you; so did I abuse Myself, my servant, and, I fear me, you : Under your hard construction must 1 sit, To force that on you, in a shameful cunning, Which you knew none of yours ;, What might

you think?

Have you not set 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 shown; a cyprus, not a bosom,
Hides my poor heart: So let me hear you
Vio. I pity you.

Oli. That's a degree to love.
Vio. No, not a grise T'; for 'tis a vulgar proof,
That very oft we pity enemies. [again :
Oli. Why, then, methinks, 'tis time to smile
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?

[Clock strikes. The clock upbraids me with the waste 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 west.

t. A hawk not well trained.
Ready apprehension.
¶ Step.

Bound, limit.

Then westward-hoe:
Grace, and good disposition 'tend your lady
You'll nothing,madam,to my lord by me? [ship!
Oli. Stay:

I pr'ythee, tell me, what thou think'st of me.
Vio. That you do think, you are not what you
Oli. If I think so, I think the same of you. [are.
Vio. Then think you right; I am not what
I am.
[you be !
Oli. I would, you were as I would have
Vio. Would it be better, madam, than I am.
I wish it might; for now I am your fool.
Oli. O, what a deal of scorn looks beautiful
In the contempt and anger of his lip!

A murd'rous guilt shows not itself more soon
Than love that would seem hid: love's night
Cesario, by the roses of the spring, [is noon.
By maidhood, honour, truth, and every thing,
I love thee so, that, maugre* all thy pride,
Nor wit, nor reason, can my passion hide.
Do not extort thy reasons from this clause,
For, that I woo, thou therefore hast no cause:
But, rather, reason thus with reason fetter: [ter.
Love sought is good, but given unsought, is bet-
Vio. By innocence I swear, and by my youth,
I have one heart, one bosom, and one truth,
And that no woman has; nor never none
Shall mistress be of it, save I alone.
And so adieu, good madam; never more
Will I my master's tears to you deplore.
Oli. Yet come again: for thou, perhaps,
may'st move

That heart, which now abhors, to like his love.

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Sir And. No, faith, I'll not stay a jot longer,
Sir To. Thy reason, dear venom, give thy


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Sir And. Marry, I saw your niece do more favours to the count's serving man, than ever she bestowed upon me; I saw't i'the orchard. Sir To. Did she see 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 toward you.

time wash off, and you are now sailed 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 some 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 t, as a politician.

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Sir To, Why then, build me thy fortunes upon the basis of valour. Challenge me the count's youth to fight with him; hurt him in and assure thyself, there is no love-broker in eleven places; my niece shall take note of it: the world can more prevail in man's commendation with woman, than report of valour.

Fab. There is no way but this, sir Andrew. Sir And. Will either of you bear me a challenge to him?

Sir To. Go, write it in a martial hand; be curst and brief; it is no matter how witty, him with the licence of ink: if thou thou'st so it be eloquent, and full of invention: taunt him some thrice, it shall not be amiss; and as many lies as will lie in thy sheet of paper, although the sheet were big enough for the bed of Ware in England, set 'em down; go, about it. Let there be gall enough in thy ink; though thou write with a goose-pen,no matter: About it. Sir And. Where shall I find you? Sir To. We'll call thee at the cubiculo: Go. [Exit Sir ANDREW. Fab. This is a dear manakin to you, sir Toby. Sir To. I have been dear to him, lad; some two thousand strong, or 80.

Fab. We shall have a rare letter from him: but you'll not deliver it.

Sir To. Never trust me then; and by all means stir on the youth to an answer. I think, oxen and wainropes cannot hale them together. For Andrew, if he were opened, and you find so much blood in his liver as will clog the foot of a flea, I'll eat the rest of the anatomy. Fab. And his opposite, the youth, bears in his visage no great presage of cruelty. Enter MARIA.

Sir To. Look, where the youngest wren of nine comes.+ 15

Mar. If you desire the spleen, and will langh yourselves into stitches, follow me: yon' gull Malvolio is turned heathen, a very renegado; for there is no Christian, that means to be saved by believing rightly, can ever believe such impossible passages of grossness. He's in yel

Sir And. 'Slight! will you make an ass o'me? Fab. I will prove it legitimate, sir, upon the oaths of judgment and reason, flow stockings. 191 Sir To. And they have been grand jurymen, since before Noah was a sailor.


Fab. She did show favour to the youth in your sight, only to exasperate you, to awake your dormouse valour, to put fire in your heart, and brimstone in your liver: You should then have accosted her; and with some excellent jests, fire-new from the mint, you should have banged the youth into dumbness. This was looked for at your hand, and this was baulked: the double gilt of this opportunity you let

Sir To. And cross-gartered?

keeps a school i'the church.-I have dogged Mar Most villanously; like a pedant that him, like his murderer: He does obey every point of the letter that I dropped to betray him. He does smile his face into more lines, than are in the new map, with the augmentation of the Indies; you have not seen such a thing as 'tis; I can hardly forbear hurling things at him. I know, my lady will strike him; if she do, he'll smile, and take't for a great favour.

* In spite of.
+ Separatists in Queen
Queen Elizabeth's reign.
shire, which held forty persons.



Crabbed. In Hertford-
Wagon ropes.

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