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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. Taste your legs, fir, put them to motion. Vio. My legs do better understand me, fir, than I understand 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.

Moft 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 most 'pregnant and vouchsafed ear.

Sir And. Odours, pregnant, and vouchfafed:-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.

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

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to my bearing.]-whilft I give this meffenger an audience.

Vio. Cefario is your fervant's name, fair princess..
Oli. My fervant, fir! 'Twas never merry world,
Since lowly feigning was call'd compliment:
You are fervant to the count Orfino, youth.

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 fpeak again of him:
But, would you undertake another fuit,
I had rather hear you to folicit that,
Than mufick from the spheres.
Vio. Dear lady,-

Oli. Give me leave, I beseech you: I did send,
After the laft" enchantment you did here,
A ring in chase of you; fo did I abuse
Myfelf, my fervant, and, I fear me, you:
Under your hard construction must I fit,

To force that on you, in a fhameful cunning,

Which knew none of yours: What might you


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 bofom,

Hides my poor heart: So let me hear you speak.

Vio. I pity you.

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Oli. That's a degree to love.

Vio. No, not a grice; for 'tis a vulgar proof, That very oft we pity enemies.

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[Clock Strikes.

Oli. Why then, methinks, 'tis time to smile 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!
You'll nothing, madam, to my lord by me?

Oli. Stay :

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 same of
Vio. Then think you right; I am not what I am.
Oli. I would, you were as I would have you be!
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 fhews not itself more foon.
Than love that would feem hid: love's night is noon.
Cefario, by the roses of the fpring,


By maidhood, honour, truth, and every thing,
I love thee fo, that, maugre all thy pride,
Nor wit, nor reafon, can my paffion hide.

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to fmile]-in token of contempt.

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Decker, written in the year 1605.

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maugre]-in fpite of.



Do not extort thy reasons from this clause,

For, that I woo, thou therefore haft no cause;
But, rather, reafon thus with reafon fetter:
Love fought is good, but given unfought, is better.
Vio. By innocence I fwear, and by my youth,
I have one heart, one bofom, and one truth,
And that no woman has; nor never none
Shall mistress be of it, fave I alone.

And fo 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. [Exeunt.

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An Apartment in Olivia's House.

Enter Sir Toby, Sir Andrew, and Fabian.

Sir And. No, faith, I'll not stay a jot longer.
Sir To. Thy reason, dear venom, give thy reason.
Fab. You must needs yield your reason, fir Andrew.

Sir And. Marry, I faw your niece do more favours to the count's ferving-man, than ever she bestowed upon me; I faw't i'the orchard.

Sir To. Did fhe fee thee the while, old boy; tell me that? Sir And. As plain as I fee you now.

Fab. This was a great argument of love in her towards you.

Sir And. 'Slight! will you make an ass o' me?

Fab. I will prove it legitimate, fir, upon the oaths of judgment and reason.

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my master's tears to you deplore.]-give you a plaintive relation of my master's forrows.

Sir To.

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 brimstone in your liver: You fhould then have accofted her; and with fome excellent jefts, fire-new from the mint, you should have bang'd the youth into dumbness. 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 'Brownift, as a politician.

Sir To. Why then, build me thy fortunes upon the basis 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 thyself, 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 thou1thout him fome thrice, it shall not be amifs; and as many lies as will lie in thy sheet of paper, although the fheet were big enough for the bed of Ware in England,

& curft]-tart.

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