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my legs: It did come to his hands, and commands]
shall be executed. I think, we do know the sweet private ; go off.
Roman hand.

Oli. Wilt thou go to bed, Malvolio?

Mal. To bed? ay, sweet-heart; and I'll come to thee.

Oli. God comfort thee! Why dost thou smile so, and kiss thy hand so oft?

Mar. How do you, Malvolio?

Mal. At your request? Yes; nightingales wer daws.

Mal. Go off; I discard you; let me enjoy my

Mar. Lo, how hollow the fiend speaks within him! did not tell you?-Sir Toby, my lady prays you to have a care of him.

Mal. Ah, ha! does she so?

Sir To. Go to, go to; peace, peace, we must dea! gently with him; let me alone. How do you, Malvolio? how is't with you? What, man! defy the an-devil: consider, he's an enemy to mankind.

Mar. Why appear you with this ridiculous boldness before my lady?

Mal. Be not afraid of greatness:-'Twas well writ.

Oli. What meanest thou by that, Malvolio?
Mal. Some are born great,—

Oli. Ha?

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Ser. Madam, the young gentleman of the count Orsino's is returned; I could hardly entreat him back; he attends your ladyship's pleasure.

Mal. Do you know what you say?

Mar. La you, an you speak ill of the devil, how he takes it at heart! Pray God, he be not bewitched!

Fab. Carry his water to the wise woman.

Mar. Marry, and it shall be done to-morrow morning, if I live. My lady would not lose him for more than I'll say.

Mal. How now, mistress?

Mar. O lord!

Sir To. Pr'ythee, hold thy peace; this is not the way: Do you not see, you move him? let me alone with him.

Fab. No way but gentleness; gently, gently: the fiend is rough, and will not be roughly used. Sir To. Why, how now, my bawcock ? how dost thou, chuck?

Mal. Sir?

Sir To. Ay, Biddy, come with me. What, man! 'tis not for gravity to play at cherry-pits with Satan: Hang him, foul collier !6

Mar. Get him to say his prayers; good sir Toby, get him to pray.

Mal. My prayers, minx?

Mar. No, I warrant you, he will not hear of geliness.

Mal. Go, hang yourselves all! you are idle, shallow things: I am not of your element; you shall know more hereafter. [Exit.

Sir To. Is't possible! Fab. If this were played upon a stage now, I could condemn it as an improbable fiction. Sir To. His very genius hath taken the infection of the device, man.

Mar. Nay, pursue him now; lest the device take air, and taint.

Fab. Why, we shall make him mad, indeed.
Mar. The house will be the quieter.

Oli. I'll come to him. [Exit Servant.] Good Maria, let this fellow be looked to. Where's my cousin Toby? Let some of my people have a special care of him; I would not have him miscarry for the half of my dowry. [Exit Olivia and Mar. Mal. Oh, ho! do you come near me now? no worse man than sir Toby to look to me? This concurs directly with the letter: she sends him on purpose, that I may appear stubborn to him; for she incites me to that in the letter. Cast the humble slough, says she; be opposite with a kinsman, surly with servants, let thy tongue tang with arguments Sir To. Come, we'll have him in a dark room, of state,-put thyself into the trick of singularity; and bound. My niece is already in the belief that and, consequently, sets down the manner how; as, he is mad; we may carry it thus for our pleasure, a sad face, a reverend carriage, a slow tongue, in and his penance, till our very pastime, tired out of the habit of some sir of note, and so forth. I have breath, prompt us to have mercy on him: at which limed her; but it is Jove's doing, and Jove make time, we will bring the device to the bar, and me thankful! And, when she went away now, Let crown thee for a finder of madmen. But see, but see. this fellow be looked to: Fellow! not Malvolio, nor after my degree, but fellow. Why, every thing adheres together; that no dram of a scruple, no scruple of a scruple, no obstacle, no incredulous or unsafe circumstance,-What can be said? Nothing, that can be, can come between me and the full prospect of my hopes. Well, Jove, not I, is the doer of this, and he is to be thanked.'"

Re-enter Maria, with Sir Toby Belch, and Fabian. Sir To. Which way is he, in the name of sanctity? If all the devils in hell be drawn in little, and Legion himself possessed him, yet I'll speak to him. Fab. Here he is, here he is:-How is't with you, sir? how is't with you, man?

(1) Hot weather madness.

(2) Caught her as a bird with birdlime. (3) Companion.

Enter Sir Andrew Ague-cheek.

Fab. More matter for a May morning.
Sir And. Here's the challenge, read it; I war.
rant, there's vinegar and pepper in't.
Fab. Is't so saucy?

Sir And. Ay, is it, I warrant him: do but read. Sir To. Give me. [reads.] Youth, whatsoever thon art, thou art but a scurvy fellow.

Fab. Good, and valiant.

Sir To. Wonder not, nor admire not in tny mind, why I do call thee so, for I will show thee no reason for't.

Fab. A good note: that keeps you from the blow of the law.

(4) Jolly cock, beau and coq.

(5) A play among boys.

(6) Colliers were accounted great cheats

Sir To. Thou comest to the lady Olivia, and in A fiend, like thee, might bear my soul to hell. [Ex. my sight she uses thee kindly: but thou liest in thy throat, that is not the matter I challenge thee for. Fab. Very brief, and exceeding good sense-less. Sir To. I will way-lay thee going home; where if it be thy chance to kill me,—

Fab. Good.

Re-enter Sir Toby Belch, and Fabian.
Sir To. Gentleman, God save thee.
Vio. And you, sir.

Sir To. That defence thou hast, betake thee Sir To. Thou killest me like a rogue and a villain, to't: of what nature the wrongs are theu nast Fab. Still you keep o' the windy side of the law: don him, I know not; but thy intercepter, full of spight, bloody as the hunter, attends thee at the orchard end: dismount thy tuck, be yare' in thy preparation, for thy assailant is quick, skilful, and deadly.

Good.

Sir To. Fare thee well; And God have mercy upon one of our souls! He may have mercy upon mine; but my hope is better, and so look to thyself. Thy friend, as thou usest him, and thy Andrew Ague-cheek.

sworn enemy.

Sir To. If this letter moves him not, his legs cannot: I'll giv't him.

Mar. You may have very fit occasion for't; he is now in some commerce with my lady, and will by and by depart.

Vio. You mistake, sir; I am sure, no man hath any quarrel to me; my remembrance is very free and clear from any image of offence done to any man.

Sir To. You'll find it otherwise, I assure you: therefore, if you hold your life at any price, betake you to your guard; for your opposite hath in hin what youth, strength, skill, and wrath, can furnish man withal.

Vio. I pray you, sir, what is he?

Sir To. Go, sir Andrew; scout me for him at the corner of the orchard, like a bum-bailiff: so Sir To. He is knight, dubbed with unhacked soon as ever thou seest him, draw; and as thou rapier, and on carpet consideration; but he is a drawest, swear horrible; for it comes to pass oft, devil in private brawl: souls and bodies hath he that a terrible oath, with a swaggering accent divorced three; and his incensement at this mosharply twanged off, gives manhood more appro- ment is so implacable, that satisfaction can be none bation than ever proof itself would have earned but by pangs of death and sepulchre: hob, nob, is

him. Away.

Sir And. Nay, let me alone for swearing. [Ex. his word; give't, or take't.

Sir To. Now will not I deliver his letter: for the sire some conduct of the lady. I am no fighter. 1 Vio. I will return again into the house, and debehaviour of the young gentleman gives him out

to be of good capacity and breeding; his employ- have heard of some kind of men, that put quarrels ment between his lord and my niece confirms no purposely on others, to taste their valour: belike, less; therefore this letter, being so excellently ig- this is a man of that quirk. Sir To. Sir, no; his indignation derives itself norant, will breed no terror in the youth, he will find it comes from a clodpole. But, sir, I will de-out of a very competent injury; therefore, get you liver his challenge by word of mouth; set upon the house, unless you undertake that with me, on, and give him his desire. Back you shall not to Arue-cheek a rotable report of valour; and drive which with as much safety you might answer him: the gentleman (as, I know, his youth will aptly re- therefore, on, or strip your sword stark naked; eive it,) into a most hideous opinion of his rage, for meddle you must, that's certain, or forswear to skill, fury, and impetuosity. This will so fright them both, that they will kill one another by the wear iron about you. look, like cockatrices.

Enter Olivia and Viola.

Fub. Here he comes with your niece: give them way, till he take leave, and presently after him. Sir To. I will meditate the while upon some horrid message for a challenge.

[Exeunt Sir Toby, Fabian, and Maria.
Oh. I have said too much unto a heart of stone,
And laid mine honour too unchary' out:
There's something in me, that reproves my fault;
But such a headstrong potent fault it is,
That it but mocks reproof.

Vio. This is as uncivil, as strange. I beseech you, do me this courteous office, as to know of the knight what my offence to him is; it is something of my negligence, nothing of my purpose.

Sir To. I will do so. Signior Fabian, stay you by this gentleman till my return. [Exit Sir Toby. Vio. Pray you, sir, do you know of this matter? Fab. I know, the knight is incensed against you, circumstance more. even to a mortal arbitrament; but nothing of the

Vio. I beseech you, what manner of man is he? Fab. Nothing of that wonderful promise, to read him by his form, as you are like to find him in the proof of his valour. He is, indeed, sir, the most skilful, bloody, and fatal opposites that you could possibly have found in any part of Illyria: will you pic-walk towards him? I will make your peace with him, if I can.

Vio. With the same 'haviour that your passion

bears,

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Refuse it not, it hath no tongue to vex you:
And, I beseech you, come again to-morrow.
What shall you ask of me, that I'll deny;
That honour, sav'd, may upon asking give?
Vio. Nothing but this, your true love for my

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Vio. I shall be much bound to you fort. I am one, that would rather go with sir priest, then r knight: I care not who knows so much of my mettle. [Excant.

Re-enter Sir Toby, with Sir Andrew.

Sir To. Why, man, he's a very devil; I hava not seen such a virago. I had a pass with him rapier, scabbard, and all, and he gives me di stuck-in," with such a mortal motion, that it is in evitable; and on the answer, he pays you as surely

(7) Stoccata, an Italian term in fencing.
(8) Does for vou.

as your feet hit the ground they step on: they say, he has been fencer to the Sophy.

Sir And. Pox on't, I'll not meddle with him. Sir To. Ay, but he will not now be pacified: Fabian can scarce hold him yonder.

Sir And. Plague on't; an I thought he had been valiant, and so cunning in fence, I'd have seen him damned ere I'd have challenged him. Let him let| the matter slip, and I'll give him my horse, grey Capilet.

[Aside.

What will you do? Now my necessity
Makes me to ask you for my purse: It grieves me
Much more, for what I cannot do for you,
Than what befalls myself. You stand amaz'd;
But be of comfort.

2 Off. Come, sir, away.

Ant. I must entreat of you some of that money.
Vio. What money, sir?

For the fair kindness you have show'd me here,
And, part, being prompted by your present trouble,
Out of my lean and low ability

Sir To. I'll make the motion: stand here, make a good show on't; this shall end without the per- I'll lend you something: my having is not much; dition of souls: marry, I'll ride your horse as well I'll make division of my present with you: as I ride you. Hold, there is half my coffer. Ant. Will you deny me now! Is't possible, that my deserts to you Lest that it make me so unsound a man, Can lack persuasion? Do not tempt my misery, As to upbraid you with those kindnesses That I have done for you.

Re-enter Fabian and Viola.

I have his horse [to Fab.] to take up the quarrel;
I have persuaded him, the youth's a devil.
Fab. He is as horribly conceited' of him; and
pants, and looks pale, as if a bear were at his
heels.

Sir To. There's no remedy, sir; he will fight with you for his oath sake: marry, he hath better bethought him of his quarrel, and he finds that now scarce to be worth talking of: therefore draw, for the supportance of his vow; he protests, he will not hurt you.

Vio. Pray God defend me! A little thing would make me tell them how much I lack of a [Aside.

man.

Fab. Give ground, if you see him furious. Sir To. Come, sir Andrew, there's no remedy; the gentleman will, for his honour's sake, have one bout with you: he cannot by the duello avoid it; but he has promised me, as he is a gentleman and a soldier, he will not hurt you. Come on; to't. Sir And. Pray God, he keep his oath! Draws.

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Fab. O good sir Toby, hold; here come the officers. Sir To. I'll be with you anon. [To Antonio. Vio. Pray, sir, put up your sword, if you please. [To Sir Andrew. Sir And. Marry, will I, sir?-and, for that I promised you, I'll be as good as my word: He will bear you easily, and reins well.

1 Off. This is the man; do thy office. 2 Off. Antonio, I arrest thee at the suit Of count Orsino.

You do mistake me, sir.

Ant.
1 Off. No, sir, no jot; I know your favour well,
Though now you have no sea-cap on your head.-
Take him away; he knows, I know him well.
Ant. I must obey.-This comes with seeking you;
But there's no remedy; I shall answer it.

(1) Horrid conception. (3) Ornamented

Vio.

I know of none;

Nor know I you by voice, or any feature:
hate gratitude more in a man,
Than lying, vainness, babbling, drunkenness,
or any taint of vice, whose strong corruption'
Inhabits our frail blood.
O heavens themselves!
2 Off. Come, sir, I pray you, go.
Ant. Let me speak a little. This youth that
you see here,

Ant.

I snatch'd one half out of the jaws of death;
And to his image, which, methought, did promise
Reliev'd him with such sanctity of love,-
Most venerable worth, did I devotion.

1 Off. What's that to us? The time goes by;

away.

Ant. But, O, how vile an idol proves this god!-
Thou hast, Sebastian, done good feature shame.-
In nature there's no blemish, but the mind;
None can be call'd deform'd, but the unkind:
Virtue is beauty; but the beauteous-evil
Are empty trunks, o'erflourish'd' by the devil.

1 Of. The man grows mad; away with him. Come, come, sir.

Ant. Lead me on. [Exe. Officers, with Antonio.
Vio. Methinks, his words do from such passion
fly,

That he believes himself; so do not I.
Prove true, imagination, O prove true,
That I, dear brother, be now ta'en for you!

Sir To. Come hither, knight; come hither, Fa bian; we'll whisper o'er a couplet or two of most

sage saws.

Vio. He nam'd Sebastian; I my brother know
Yet living in ny glass even such and so,
In favour was my brother; and he went
Still in this fashion, colour, ornament,
For him I imitate: O, if it prove,
Tempests are kind, and salt waves fresh in love!
[Exit.

Sir To. A very dishonest paltry boy, and mor a coward than a hare: his dishonesty appears, in leaving his friend here in necessity, and denying him; and for his cowardship, ask Fabian.

Fab. A coward, a most devout coward, reli gious in it.

Sir And. 'Slid, I'll after him again, and beat him. Sir To. Do, cuff him soundly, but never draw thy sword.

Sir And. An I do not,

Fab. Come, let's see the event.

[Exit

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Sir To. I dare lay any money, 'twill be nothing In this uncivil and unjust extent3

yet.

ACT IV.

[Exeunt. Against thy peace. Go with me to my house;
And hear there how many fruitless pranks
This ruffian hath botch'd up, that thou thereby
May'st smile at this: thou shalt not choose, but go;
Do not deny: beshrew his soul for me,
He started one poor heart of mine in thee.

SCENE I.-The street before Olivia's house.

Enter Sebastian and Clown.

Clo. Will you make me believe, that I am not sent for you?

Seb. Go to, go to, thou art a foolish fellow; Let me be clear of thee.

Seb. What relish is in this? how runs the stream?
Or I am mad, or else this is a dream:-
Let fancy still my sense in Lethe steep;
If it be thus to dream, still let me sleep!
Oli. Nay, come, I pr'ythee: 'would, "thou'dst be
rul'd by me!
Seb. Madam, I will.
Oli.

Clo. Well held out, i'faith! No, I do not know you; nor I am not sent to you by my lady, to bid you come speak with her; nor your name is not O, say so, and so be! [Exe. master Cesario; nor this is not my nose neither. SCENE II.—A room in Olivia's house. Enter Nothing, that is so, is so.

Seb. I pr'ythee, vent' thy folly somewhere else; thou know'st not me.

Maria and Clown.

Mar. Nay, I pr'ythee, put on this gown, and Clo. Vent my folly! he has heard that word of this beard; make him believe thou art sir Topas some great man, and now applies it to a fool. the curate; do it quickly: I'll call sir Toby the Vent my folly! I am afraid this great lubber, the whilst. [Exit Maria. world, will prove a cockney.-I pr'ythee now, un- Clo. Well, I'll put it on, and I will dissemble gird thy strangeness, and tell me what I shall vent myself in't; and I would I were the first that ever to my lady; shall I vent to her, that thou art dissembled in such a gown. I am not fat enough coming? to become the function well; nor lean enough to be thought a good student; but to be said, an honest man, and a good housekeeper, goes as fairly, as to say, a careful man, and a great scholar. The competitors' enter.

Seb. I pr'ythee, foolish Greek, depart from me;
There's money for thee; if you tarry longer,
I shall give worse payment.

Clo. By my troth, thou hast an open hand:These wise men, that give fools money, get themselves a good report after fourteen years' purchase.

Enter Sir Andrew, Sir Toby, and Fabian. Sir And. Now, sir, have I met you again? there's for you. [Striking Sebastian. of Seb. Why, there's for thee, and there, and there: tily are all the people mad? Beating Sir Andrew. is Sir To. Hold, sir, or I'll throw your dagger o'er for

the house.

Clo. This will I tell my lady straight: I would not be in some of your coats for two-pence. [Exit Clown. Sir To. Come on, sir; hold. [Holding Seb. Sir And. Nay, let him alone, I'll go another way o work with him; I'll have an action of battery against him, if there be any law in Illyria: though I struck him first, yet it's no matter for that. Seb. Let go thy hand.

Sir To. Come, sir, I will not let you go. Come, my young soldier, put up your iron: you are well fleshed; come on.

Seb. I will be free from thee. What would'st

thou now?

If thou dar'st tempt me further, draw thy sword.
[Draws.
Sir To. What, what? Nay, then I must have
an ounce or two of this malapert blood from you.
[Draws.

Enter Olivia.

Oli. Hold, Toby; on thy life, I charge thee, hold.
Sir To. Madam?

Oli. Will it be ever thus? Ungracious wretch,
Fit for the mountains, and the barbarous caves,
Where manners ne'er were preach'd! out of my
sight!

Be not offended, dear Cesario:-
Rudesby, be gone!-I pr'ythee, gentle friend,

[Exeunt Sir Toby, Sir Andrew, and Fabian.
Let thy fair wisdom, not thy passion, sway
(1) Let out. (2) Rude fellow. (3) Violence
Made up.
(5) Ill betide.

Enter Sir Toby Belch and Maria.

Sir To. Jove bless thee, master parson.
Clo. Bonos dies, sir Toby: for as the old hermit
Prague, that never saw pen and ink, very wit-
said to a niece of king Gorboduc, That, that is,
so I, being master parson, am master parson;
what is that, but that? and is, but is?
Sir To. To him, sir Topas.

Clo. What, hoa, I say,-Peace in this prison! Sir To. The knave counterfeits well; a good knave.

Mal. [in an inner chamber.] Who calls there?
Malvolio the lunatic.
Clo. Sir Topas, the curate, who comes to visit

Mal. Sir Topas, sir Topas, good sir Topas, go to my lady.

Clo. Out, hyperbolical fiend! how vexest thou this man? talkest thou nothing but of ladies?

Sir To. Well said, master parson.

Mal. Sir Topas, never was man thus wronged!good sir Topas, do not think I am mad; they have

laid me here in hideous darkness.

Clo. Fie, thou dishonest Sathan! I call thee by the most modest terms: for I am one of those gen tle ones, that will use the devil himself with courtesy: say'st thou, that house is dark?

Mal. As hell, sir Topas.

Clo. Why, it hath bay-windows, transparent as barricadoes, and the clear stones towards the southnorth are as lustrous as ebony; and yet complainest thou of obstruction?

Mal. I am not mad, sir Topas; I say to you, this house is dark.

Clo. Madman, thou errest: I say, there is no darkness, but ignorance: in which thou art more puzzled, than the Egyptians in their fog.

Mal. I say, this house is as dark as ignorance, though ignorance were as dark as hell; and I say there was never man thus abused: I am no more

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mad than you are; make the trial of it in any constant question.'

Mal. Believe me, I am not; I tell thee true.
Clo. Nay, I'll ne'er believe a madman, till I see

Clo. What is the opinion of Pythagoras, concern-, his brains. I will fetch you light, and paper, and ink. ing wild-fowl? Mal. Fool, I'll requite it in the highest degree pr'ythee, be gone.

Mal. That the soul of our grandam might haply I inhabit a bird.

Clo. What thinkest thou of his opinion?

Mal. I think nobly of the soul, and no way approve his opinion.

Clo. Fare thee well remain thou still in darkness: thou shalt hold the opinion of Pythagoras, tre I will allow of thy wits; and fear to kill a woodcock, lest thou dispossess the soul of thy grandam. Fare thee well.

Mal. Sir Topas, sir Topas,

Sir To. My most exquisite sir Topas!

Clo. Nay, I am for all waters.2

Mar. Thou might'st have done this without thy

beard and gown; he sees thee not.

Clo.

I am gone, sir,
And anon, sir,
I'll be with you again,
In a trice;

Like to the old vice,
Your need to sustain ;

Who with dagger of lath,
In his rage and his wrath,
Cries, ah, ha! to the devil
Like a mad lad,
Pare thy nails, dad,
Adieu, goodman drivel.

[Exit

Sir To. To him in thine own voice, and bring SCENE III.—Olivia's garden. Enter Sebastian.. me word how thou findest him: I would we were Seb. This is the air; that is the glorious sun; well rid of this knavery. If he may be conveniently delivered, I would he were; for I am now so far in offence with my niece, that I cannot pursue with any safety this sport to the upshot. Come by and by to my chamber. [Exe. Sir Toby and Mar. Clo. Hey, Robin, jolly Robin,

Tell me how thy lady does.

Mal. Fool,

Clo. My lady is unkind, perdy.
Mal. Fool,-

Clo. Alas, why is she so?

Mal. Fool, I say;

This pearl she gave me, I do feel't, and see't:
And though 'tis wonder that enwraps me thus,
Yet 'tis not madness. Where's Antonio then?
I could not find him at the Elephant:
Yet there he was; and there I found this credit,"
That he did range the town to seek me out.
[Singing. His counsel now might do me golden service :
For though my soul disputes well with my sense,
That this may be some error, but no madness,
Yet doth this accident and flood of fortune,
So far exceed all instance, all discourse,
That I am ready to distrust mine eyes,
And wrangle with my reason, that persuades me
To any other trust but that I am mad,
Or else the lady's mad; yet, if 'twere so,
She could not sway her house, command her fo
lowers, 10

Clo. She loves another-Who calls, ha? Mal. Good fool, as ever thou wilt deserve well at my hand, help me to a candle, and pen, and ink, and paper; as I am a gentleman, I will live to be

thankful to thee for't.

Clo. Master Malvolio!
Mal. Ay, good fool.

Clo. Alas, sir, how fell you beside your five wits? Mal. Fool, there was never man so notoriously abused: I am as well in my wits, fool, as thou art. Clo. But as well? then you are mad, indeed, if you be no better in your wits than a fool.

Mal. They have here propertied me; keep me in darkness, send ministers to me, asses, and do all they can to face me out of my wits.

Clo. Advise you what you say; the minister is here.-Malvolio, Malvolio, thy wits the heavens restore! endeavour thyself to sleep, and leave thy vain bibble babble.

Mal. Sir Topas,—

Clo. Maintain no words with him, good fellow. Who, I, sir? not I, sir. God b'wi'you, good sir Topas.-Marry, amen.-I will, sir, I will.'

Mal. Fool, fool, fool, I say,

Clo. Alas, sir, be patient. What say you, sir? I am shent for speaking to you.

Take, and give back, affairs, and their despatch,
With such a smooth, discreet, and stable bearing.
As, I perceive, she does: there's something in't,
That is deceivable. But here comes the lady.

Enter Olivia and a Priest.

Oli. Blame not this haste of mine: if you mean
well,

Now go with me, and with this holy man,
Into the chantry" by: there, before him,'
And underneath that consecrated roof,
Plight me the full assurance of your faith;
That my most jealous and too doubtful soul
May live at peace: he shall conceal it,
Whiles12 you are willing it shall come to note,
What time we will our celebration keep
According to my birth.-What do you say?
Seb. I'll follow this good man, and go with you;
And, having sworn truth, ever will be true.
Oli. Then lead the way, good father;- -And
heavens so shine,

Mal. Good fool, help me to some light, and some
paper; I tell thee, I am as well in my wits, as any That they may fairly note this act of mine! [Exe,
man in Illyria.

Clo. Well a-day,-that you were, sir!

:

Mal. By this hand, I am good fool, some ink, paper, and light, and convey what I will set down

to my lady; it shall advantage thee more than ever SCENE the bearing of letter did.

Clo. I will help you to't. But tell me true, are vou not mad, indeed? or do you but counterfeit ?

(1) Regular conversation.

(2) Any other gem as a topaz. (3) Senses. (4) Taken possession of.

(5) Scolded, reprimanded.

M

ACT V.

I.-The street before Olivia's house.
Enter Clown and Fabian.

Fub. Now, as thou lovest me, let me see his letter.

(6) A buffoon character in the old plays and father of the modern harlequin.

(7) Account. (S) Reason.
(10) Servants. (11) Little chapel.

(9) Belief.

(12) Until.

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