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That live in her! when live, train, and heart, SCENE 1.-An aparlment in the Duke's palace. These sovereign thrones, are !! supplied, and 60: Enler Duke, Curio, Lords ; musicians allerding. (Her sweet perfections,) with one seli king!
À way before me to sweet beds of flowers;
Love-thoughts lie rich, when canopied with hower If music be the food of love, play on,
(Ereun Give me excess of it ; that, surfeiting,
SCENE II.-The sea-coast. Enter l'ula, (c) The appetite may sicken, and so dic.
tain, and Sailors. That strain again ;-it had a dying fall : 0, it came o'er my ear like the sweet south, ['io. What country, friends, is this? That breathes upon a bank of violets,
Illyrie. Jau'r Stealing, and giving odour.–Enough; no more ; My brother he is in Elysium.
Vió. And what should I do in Illyria ? 'Tis not so sweet now, as it was before. U spirit of love, how quick and fresh art thou ! Perchance, he is not drown'd:-What think you That notwithstanding thy capacity
sailors ? Receiveth as the sea, nought enters there,
Cap. It is perchance, that you yourself wert Of what validity' and pitch soever,
saved. But falls into abatement and low price,
Vio. O my poor brother! and so, perchance, Even in a minute ! so full of shapes is fancy,
may he be. Chat it alone is high-fantastical.:
Cap. True, madam: and, to comfort you with Cur. Will you go hun,, my lord ?
What, Curio ? Assure yourself, aser our ship did split, Cur.
The hart. When you, and that poor number saved with you Duke. Why, so I do, the noblest that I have: Hung on our driving boat, I saw your brother, 0, when mine eyes did see Olivia first,
Most provident in peril, bind himself Methought, she purg'd the air of pestilence ;
(Courage and hope both leaching him the frar Chat instant was I turn'd into a hart;
tice) And my desires, like fell and cruel hounds,
To a strong mast, that lived upon the sea; E'er since pursue me.-How now? what news Where, like Arion on the dolphin's back, from her ?
I saw him hold acquaintance with the waves,
So long as I could see.
For saying so, there's gold:
Mine own escape unfoldeth to my hope, Val. So please my lord, I might not be admitted, Whereto thy speech serves for authority, But from her handmaid do returr, this answer : The like or him. Know'st thou this country? The element itself, till seven years heat,'
Cap. Ay, madam, well; for I was bred and Shall not behold her face at ample view;
A noble duke, in nature,
What is his name? Duke. U, she that hath a heart of that fine frame, Сар.
Orsino. To pay this debt of love but to a brother,
Vió. Orsino! I have heard any father name him : How will she love, when the rich golden shan He was a bachelor then. 11) Value. "2) Fantastical to the fuciulit.
Mar. He hath, indeed, -alm st natural: for, be-
sides that he's a fool, he's a great quarreller; and, Age I went from hence; and then 'twas fresh but that he hath the girl of a coward to allay the in murmur (as, you know, what great ones do, gust he hath in quarrelling, 'tis thought among Che less will prattle of,) that he did seek the prudent, he would quickly have the gist of a Che love of fair Olivia.
Sir To. By this hand, they are scoundrels, and
lly in your company. In the prote:tion of his son, her brother,
Sir To. With drinking healths to my niece; I'll Who shortly also died : for whose dear love, drink to her, as long as there is a passage in my They say, she hath abjur'd the company
throat, and drink in Illyria: he's a coward and a And sight of ren.
coystril,that will not drink to my niece, till his Vio.
O, that I served that lady; brains turn o' the toe, like a parish-top.' What,
Enter Sir Andrew Ague-cheek.
Sir And. Sir Toby Belch! how now, sir Toby
Sir To. Sweet sir Andrew ?
Sir And. Bless you, fair shrew.
Mar. And you too, sir.
Sir To. Accost, sir Andrew, accost.
Sir And. What's that?
Sir To. My niece's chamber-maid.
Sir And. Good mistress Accosi, I desire better
Mar. My name is Mary, sir.
Sir And. Good mistress Mary Accost,-
Sir To. You mistake, knight : accost, is, front
her, board her, woo her, assail her. What else may hap, to time I will commit;
Sir And. By my troth, I would not undertake Only shape thou thy silence to my wit.
her in this company. Is that the meaning of accost? Cap. Be you his eunuch, and your mute I'll be:
Mar. Fare you well, gentlemen.
Sir To. An thou let part so, sir Andrew, 'would
Sir And. An you part so, mistress, I would I SCENE III. room in Olivia's house. Enter might never draw sword again. Fair lady, do you Sir Toby Belch and Maria.
think you have fools in hand ?
Mar. Sir, I have not you by the hand. Sir To. What a plague means my niece, to take Sir And. 'Marry, but you shall have; and here's the death of her brother thus ? I am sure, care's my hand. an enemy to life.
Mar. Now, sir, thought is free; I pray you, bring Mar. By troth, sir Toby, you must come in your hand to the buttery-bar, and let it drink. earlier o' nights ; your cousin, my lady, takes great Sir And. Wherefore, sweetheart? what's your exceptions to your ill hours.
Mar. Ay, but you must confine yourself within Sir And. Why, I think so ; I am not such an ass, the modest limits of order.
but I can keep my hand dry. But what's your jest Sir To. Confine ? I'll confine myself no finer than Mar. A dry jest, sir. I am: these clothes are good enough to drink in, Sir And. Are you full of them? and so be these boots too; an they be not, let them Mar. Ay, sir; I have them at my fingers' ends hang themselves in their owr. straps.
marry, now I let go your hand, I am barren. Nar. That quaffing and drinking will undo you:
(Exit Maria. I heard my lady talk of it yesterday; and of a Sir To. O knight, thuu lack'st a cup of canary foolish knight, that you brought in one night here, when did I see thee so put down? to be her wooer.
Sir And. Never in your life, I think; unless you Sir To. Who ? Sir Andrew Ague-cheek? see canary put me down: methinks, sometimes ! Mar. Ay, he.
have no more wit than a Christian, or an ordinary Sir To. He's as talls a man as any's in Illyria. man has : but I am a great eater of beef, and, 1 Mar. What's that to the purpose ?
believe, that does harm to my wit.
Sir And. An I thought that, I'd forswear it. I'll
Sir To. Pourquoy, my dear knight ?
10, had I but followed the arts !
13) Keystril, a bastard hawk.
Sir To. Then hadst thou had an excellent head To thee the book even of my secret soul: of hair.
Therefore, good youth, address thy gaitunto her Sir And. Why, would that have mended my hair? Be not deny d access, stand at her doors,
Sir To. Past question ; for thou seest, it will not And tell them, there thy fixed foot shall grow, curl by nature.
Till thou have audience. Sir And. But it becomes me well enough, does't Vio.
Sure, my noble loring not?
If she be so abandon'd to her sorrow Sir To. Excellent; it hangs like flax on a dis- As it is spoke, she never will admit me. taff; and I hope to see a housewife take thee be- Duke. Be clamorous, and leap all civil bounds, tween her legs, and spin it off,
Rather than make unprofited return. Sir And. 'Faith, I'll home to-morrow, sir Toby: Vio. Say, I do speak with her, my lord; what your niece will not be seen; or, if she be, it's four then? to one she'll none of me: the count himself, here Duke, 0, then unfold the passion of my love, hard by, woos her.
Surprise her with discourse of my dear faith: Sir 10. She W none o' the count: she'll not match It shall become thee well to act my woes; above her degree, neither in estate, years, nor wit; She will attend it betier in thy youth, I have heard her swear it. Tut, there's life in't, Than in a nuncio of more grave aspéct.
Vio. I think not so, my lord. Sir And. I'll stay a month longer. I am a fel- Duke.
Dear lad, believe it ; low o' the strangest mind i' the world; I delight in For they shall yet belie thy hippy years masques and revels sometimes altogether. That say, thou art a man: Diana's lip
Şir To. Art thou good at these kick-shaws, Is not more smooth and rubious ; thy small pipe knight?
Is as the maiden's organ, shrill and sound, Sir And. As any man in Illyria, whatsoever he and all is semblative a woman's part. be, under the degree of my betiers; and yet I will I know, thy constellation is right apt not compare with an old man.
For this affair:-Some four, or five, attend him, Sir To. What is thy excellence in a galliard, All, if you will; for I myself am besh, knight?
When least in company :-Prosper well in this, Sir And, Faith, I can cut a caper.
And thou shalt live as Treely as ihy lord, Sir To. And I can cut the mutton to't.
To call his fortunes thine. Sir And. And, I think, I have the back-trick,
I'll do my best, sirnply as strong as any man in Illyria.
To woo your lady: yet (Aside.) a barfule strife ! Sir To. Wherefore are these things hid ? where. Whoe'er I woo, myself would be his wife. Core have these gists a curtain before them? are
(Exeunt. they like to take dust, like mistress Mall's picture? Why dost thou not go to church in a galliard, SCENE V.A room in Olivia's house. Enter and come home in a coranto? My very walk
Maria and Clown. should be a jig; I would not so much as make waler, but in a sink-a-pace. What dost thou Mar. Nay, either tell me where thou hast been, mean? is it a world to hide virtues in? I did think, or I will not open my lips 80 wide as a bristle may by the excellent constitution of thy leg, it was enter, in way of thy excuse: my lady will hang formed under the star of a galliard.
thee for thy absence. Sir And. Ay, 'tis strong, and it does indifferent Clo. Let her hang me: he, that is well hanged well in a flame-coloured stock. Shall we set about in this world, needs to fear no colours. some revels?
Mar. Make that good. Sir To. What shall we do else ? were we not Clo. He shall see none to fear. born under Taurus ?
Mar. A good lenten' answer: I can tell thee Sir And. Taurus ? that's sides and heart. where that saying was born, of, I fear no colours.
Sir To. No, sir; it is legs and thighs. Let me Clo. Where, good mistress Mary? bee thee caper : ha! higher: ha, ha!-excellent ! Mar. In the wars; and that may you be bold to
(Exeunt. say in your foolery.
Clo. Well, God give them wisdom, that have it; SCENE IV: A room in the Duke's palace. En- and
those that are fools, let them use their talents. ter Valentine, and Viola in man's attire. Mar. Yet you will be hanged, for being so long Val. If the duke continue these favours towards as a hanging to you?
absent : or, to be turned away, is not that as good you, Cesario, you are like to be much advanced ; he bath known you but three days, and already riage ; and, for turning away, let sunimer bear it
Clo. Many a good hanging prevents a bad mar you are no stranger.
out. V io. You either fear his humour, or my negli. Mar. You are resolute then ? gence, that you call in question the continuance of his love: is he inconstant, sir, in his favours ?
Clo. Not so neither ; but I am resolved on two l'al. No, believe me.
Mar. That, if one break, the other will hold; or, Enter Duke, Curio, and attendants. il both break, your gaskins fall.
Clo. Apt, in good faith ; very apt ! Well, go thy Vio. I thank you. Here comes the count. way; if sir Toby would leave drinking, thou mert Duke. Who saw Cesario, ho?
as wilty a piece of Eve's flesh as any in Illyria. Vio. On your attendance, my lord; here. Mar. Peace, you rogue, no more o' that; here Duke. Stand you awhile aloof.-Cesario, comes my lady: make your excuse wisely, you Thou know'st no less but all ; I have unclasp'd
(Eril. (1) Cinque-pace, the name of a dance. (5) Short and spare, (2) Stocking. (3) Go thy way.
(6) Points were hooks which fastened the b Full of impediments.
Enter Ulivia and Malvolio.
Re-enter Maria. Clo. Wit, an't be thy will, put me into good fool. Mar. Madam, there is at the gate a young gen. ing! Those wits, that think they have thee, do very tleman, much desires to speak with you. olt prove fools ; and I, that am sure I lack thee, Oli. From the count Orsino, is it? may pass for a wise man: for what says Quinapa- Mar. I know not, madam; 'tis a sair young mar, lus? Better a witty fool, than a foolish wit.-God and well attended. bless thee, lady!
Oli. Who of my people hold him in delay? Oli. Take the fool away.
Mar. Sir Toby, madam, your kinsman. Clo. Do you not hear, fellows? take away the Oli. Fetch him off, I pray you ; he speaks no lady.
thing but madman: fíe on him! (Exit Maria.) Go Oli. Go to, you are a dry fool; I'll no more of you, Malvolio ; if it be a suit from the count, you: besides, you grow dishonest.
sick, or not at home; what you will, to dismiss it. Clo. Two faults, madonna,' that drink and good [Eril Malvolio.) Now you see, sir, how your soul counsel will amend : for give the dry fool drink, ing grows old, and people dislike it. then is the fool not dry; bid the dishonest mend Clo. Thou hast spoke for us, madonna, as if ihy himself; if he mend, he is no longer dishonest; ir eldest son should be a fool: whose skull Jove cran he cannol, let the botcher mend him: any thing, with brains, for here he comes, one of thy kin has that's mended, is but patched : virtue, that trans- a most weak pia mater.' gresses, is but patched with sin; and sin, that ainends, is but patched with virtue: if that this
Enter Sir Toby Belch. simple syllogism will serve, so; if it will not, what remedy ? As there is no true cuckold but calamity, at the gaie, cousin ?
Oli. By mine honour, half drunk. -What is he so beauty's a flower :- the lady bade take away the
Sir To. A gentleman. fool; therefore, I say again, take her away. Oli. Sir, I bade then take away you.
Oli. A gentleman ? What gentleman ? Clo. Misprision in the highest degree!-Lady, these pickle-herrings !-How now,
Sir To. "Tis a gentleman here- A plague o
sot? Crucullus non facit monachum ; that's as much as
Clo. Good sir Toby,w say, I wear not motley in my brain. Good maJonna, give me leave to prove you a fool.
Oli. Cousin, cousin, how have you come so carly Oli. Can you do it?
by this lethargy? Clo. Dexterously, good madonna.
Sir To. Lectery! I defy lechery: there's one at
the gate. Oli. Make your proof. Clo. I must catechise you for it, madonna ; good
Oli. Ay, marry; what is he?
Sir To. Let him be the devil, an he will, I care my mouse of virtue, answer me. Oli. Well, sir, for want of other idleness, I'll not : give me faith, say I. Well, it's all one.
(Erit. "bide your proof. Clo. Good madonna, why mourn'st thou?
Oli. What's a drunken man like, fool?
Clo. Like a drown'd man, a fool, and a madOli. Good fool, for my brother's death. Clo. I think, his soul is in hell, madonna.
man: one draught above heat makes him a fool; Oli. I know his soul is in heaven, fool.
the second mads him; and a third drowns him.
Oli, Go thou and seek the coroner, and let hin Clo. The more fool you, madonna, to mourn for your brother's soul being in heaven. -Take away he's drown'd! go, look after him.
sit o' my coz; for he's in the third degree of drink, the fool, gentlemen. Oli. What think you of this fool, Malvolio ? doth shall look to the madman.
Clo. He is but mad yet, madonna; and the fool he not mend ?
[Erit Clown. Mal. Yes; and shall do, till the pangs of death
Re-enter Malvolio. shake him: infirmity, that decays the wise, doth ever make the better fool.
Mal. Madam, yond young fellow swears he wils Clo. God send you, sir, a speedy infirmity, for speak with you. I told him you were sick; he takes the better increasing your folly ! Sir Toby will be on him to understand so much, and therefore
comes sworn, that I am no fox; but he will not pass his to speak with you: I told him you were asleep; he word for two-pence that you are no fool. seems to have a fore-knowledge of that too, and Oli. How say you to that, Malvolio ?
therefore comes to speak with you. What is to be Mal. I marvel your ladyship takes delight in said to him, lady? he's fortified against any denial. such a barren rascal: I saw him put down the Oli. Tell him, he shall not speak with me. other day with an ordinary fool, that has no more Mal. He has been told so: and he says, he'l, brain than a stone. Look you now, he's out of his stand at your door like a sheriff's post, and be the guard already: unless you laugh and minister oc- supporter of a bench, but he'll speak with you. casion to him, he is gagged. I protest, I take these Oli. What kind of man is he? wise men, that crow so at these set kind of fools, Mal. Why, of man kind. no better than the fools' zanies."
Oli. What manner of man? Oli, 0, you are sick of self-love, Malvolio, and Mal. Of very ill manner : he'll speak with you, Laste with a distempered appetite. To be generous, will you, or no. guiltless, and of free disposition, is to take those Oli. Or what personage, and years, is hie ? things for bird-bolts,' that you deem cannon-bul- Mal. Not yet old enough for a man, nor young lets : there is no slander in an allowed fool, though enough for a boy; as a squash is before 'lis a peas. he do nothing but rail; nor no railing in a known cod, or a codling when 'tis almost an apple: 'li discreet man, though he do nothing but reprove. with him e'en standing water, between boy and
Clo. Now Mercury endue thee with leasing, 4 man. He is very well-favoured, and he speak: for thou speakest well of fools !
very shrewishly; one would think, his mo'her
milk were scarce out of him. (1) Italian, mistress, dame. (2) Fools' baubles. (3) Short arrows. (4) Lying.
(5) The cover of the brain.
Oli. Let him approach: call in my gentlewoman. Oli. A comfortable doctrine, and inuch mas be
Vio. In Orsino's bosom.
Oli. In his bosom? In what chapter of his bosom?
Vio. To answer by the method, in the first of Oli. Give me my veil: come, throw it o'er my his heart.
Oli. O, I have read it; it is heresy. Have you We'll once inore hear Orsino's embassy
no more to say ?
Vio. Good madam, let me see your face.
Oli. Have you any commission from your lord to
negociate with my lace ? you are now out of your V'io. The honourable lady of the house, which text: but we will draw the curtain, and show you is she?
the picture. Look you, sir, such'a onc as I was Oli. Speak to me, I shall answer for her. Your this present : is't not well done? (Unveiling will ?
Vio. Excellently done, if God did all. Vio. Most radiant, exquisite, and unmatchable
Oli. "Tis in grain, sir ; 'twill endure wind and incauty,- pray you, tell me, is this be the lady of weather. The house, for I never saw her: I would be loath to
Vio. 'Tis beauty truly blent,“ whose red and tilat away my speech; for, besides that it is excel
white intly well penn'd, I have taken great pains lo con Nature's own sweet and cunning hand laid on: 1. Good beauties, let me sustain no scorn ; I am Lady, you are the cruell'st she alive, vors complible,' even to the least sinister usage. If you will lead these graces to the grave, Oli. Whence came you, sir?
And leave the world no copy. Vio. I can say little more than I have studied,
Oli. O, sir, I will not be so hard-hearted; I will and that question's out of my part. Good gentle give out divers schedules of my beauty: it shall be una, give me modest assurance, if you be the lady inventoried; and every particle, and utensil, laoi' the house, that I may proceed in my speech. belled to my will: as, item, two lips indifferent red; Oli. Are you a comedian?
item, two grey eyes, with lids to them ; item, one Vio. No, my profound heart: and yet, by the neck, one chin, and so forth. Were you seni very fangs of malice, I swear, I am not that I play. hither to 'praise me? Are you the lady of the house?
Vio. I see you what you are: you are too proud : Oli. If I do not usurp myself, I am.
But, if you were the devil, you are fair. Vio. Most certain, if you are she, you do usurp Mylord and master loves you; 0, such love yourself; for what is yours to bestow, is not yours Could but be recompens'd, though you were to reserve. But this is from my coinmission: I will
crown'd 0.1 with my speech in your piaise, and then show The nonpareil of beauty! yon'le heart of my message.
How does he love me? ?)li. Come to what is importartin't: I forgive Vio. With adorations, with fertile tears, you the praise.
With groans that thunder love, with sighs of fire. Vio. Alas, I took great pains to study it, and Oli. Your lord does know my mind, I cannot 'tis poetical.
love him : Oli. It is the more like to be feigned, I pray you Yet I suppose him virtuous, know him noble, keep it in. I heard, you were saucy at iny gates : or great estate, of fresh and stainless youth; and allowed your approach, rather to wonder at In voices well divulg'd, free, learn'd, and valiant, you than to hear you. If you be not mad, be And, in dimension, and the shape of nature, gone; if you have reason, be brief: 'tis not that A gracious person but yet I cannot love him ; time of moon with me, to make one in so skipping He might have took his answer long ago. a dialogue.
Vio. if I did love you in my, master's flame, Mar. Will you hoist sail, sir ? here lies you way. Vith such a suffering, such a deadly life, Vio. No, yood swabber: I am to húll here a In your denial I would find no sense, little longer. --Some mollification for your gian,? I vould not understand it. s:vect lady.
Why, what would you Oli. Tell me your mind.
Vio. Make me a willow cabin at your gate, Vio. I am a messenger.
And call upon my soul within the house ; Oli. Sure, you have some hideous matter to de- Write loyal cantónss of contemned love, liver, when the courtesy of it is so fearful. Speak And sing them loud eren in the dead of night,
Holla your name to the reverberate' hilis, Vio. It alone concerns your ear. I bring no And make the babbling gossip of the air overtire of war, no taxation of homage; I hold Cry out, Olivia ! O, you siiould not rest the olive in my hand: my words are as full of peace Between the elements of air and carih, is matter.
But you should pity me. Oši. Yet you began rudely. What are you? Oli. You might do much: What is your marcarwhat would you ?
age? l'io, The 'rudeness that hath appear'd in me, Vio. Above my fortunes, yet my state is we!!: nave I learn'd from my entertainment. What I am, I am a gentleman. and what I would, are as secret as maidenhead: to
Get you to your lord ; sour ears, divinity; to any other's, profanation. I cannot love him: let him send no more;
Oli. Give us the place alone: we will hear this Unless, perchance, you come to me again, livinity. (Exit Maria.]Now; sir, what is your text? To tell me how he takes it. Fare you well.
Vio. Most sweet lady,(1) Accountablc.
(3) Presents, (4) Blended, mixed togethes
(5) Well spoken or by the world. (2) it appears from several parts of this play, tral the original actress of Maria was very short.
(6) Cantos, verses. 17) Echoing.