the lady Olivia's father took much delight in : he
is about the house.
I>uke, Seek him out : — and play the tune the
while. [Exit CuJtio.— Music.

Come hither, boy ; if ever thou shalt love,
In the sweet pangs of it, remember me :
For, such as I am, all true lovers are ;
Unstaid and skittish in all motions else,
Save in the constant image of the creature
That is beloved. — How dost thou like this
tune?
Vio. It gives a very echo to the seat
Where Love is throned.

Duke, Thou dost speak masterly ;

My life upon't, young though thou art, thine

eye
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Vio, A little, by your favour.

Duke. What kind of woman is't ?

Vto. Of your complexion.

Zhike, She is not worth thee, then. What
years, i' faith ?

Vio, About your years, my lord.

IhiJke, Too old, by heaven; let still the woman
take
An elder than herself ; so wears she to him.
So sways she level in her husband's heart.
For, boy, however we do praise ourselves,
Our fancies are more giddy and unfirm.
More longing, wavering, sooner lost and worn.
Than women's are.

Fio, I think it well, my lord.

Duke, Then let thy love be younger than thy-
self,
Or thy affection cannot hold the bent :
For women are as roses ; whose fair flower,
Being once displayed, doth fsdl that very hour.

Fto, And so tiey 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
night : —
Mark it, Cesario ; it is old and plain :
The spinsters and the knitters in the sun.
And the free maids, that weave their thread with

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

Clo. Are you ready, sir ?

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SONG.

Clo, Come away, come away, death.
And in sad cypress let me be laid ;

Fly away, ny away, breath ;
I am slain by a fair cruel maid.
My shroud of white, stuck all with yew,

O, prepare it !
My part of deatn 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 street
My poor corpse, where my bones shall be thrown :
A thousand thousand siglis to save.

Lay me, O, where
Sad true lover ne'er find my grave,
To weep there.

Duke, There's for thy pains.

Clo, No pains, sir; I take pleasure in singing,
sir.

Duke, 1*11 pay thy pleasure then.

Clo, Truly, sir, and ple^ure 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
taffeta, for thy mind is a very opal. I would have
men of such constancy put to sea, that their busi-
ness 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 ;

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The parts that fortune hath bestow'd upo^ her.
Tell her, I hold as giddily as fortune ;
But 'tis that miracle and queen of gems,
That natiu-e pranks her in, attracts my soul.

Vio. But, if she cannot love you, sir?

Duke. I cannot be so answei^d.

Vio, 'Sooth, but you 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 ;
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 I their love may be call'd appetite, —
No motion of the liver, but the palate, —
That suffer surfeit, clo5rment, 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.

Vio, Ay, but I know, —

Duke. What dost thou know ?

Vio. Too well what love women to men may
owe:
In faith, they are as true of heart as we.
My father had a daughter loved a man.
As it might be, perhaps, were I a woman,
I should your lordship.

Duke. And what's her history ?

Vio. A blank, my lord. She never told her
love.
But let concealment, like a worm i* the bud,
Feed on her damask cheek : she pined in thought.
And, with a green and yellow melancholy.

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She sat like Patience on a monument,
Smiling at grie£ Was not this love, indeed ?
We men may say more, swear more : but, indeed,
Our shows are more than will; for still we prove
Much in our vows, but little in our love.

Duke. But died thy sister of her love, my boy?

Vio, I am all the daughters of my father's
house,
And all the brothers too ; — and yet I know not : —
Su-, shall I to this lady?

Duke, Av, that's the theme.

To her in haste ; give her this jewel ; say,
My love can give no place, bide no denay.

\Exeuni.

SCENE V,— OUvia'j C^zr^i^w.

EnUr Sir Toby Bblch, Sir Andrew Aguechbek,
and FabiaK.

Sir To. Come thy wa)^, 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 o' favour with my lady, about a ,
bear-baiting here.

Sir To. To anger him, we'll have the bear
again ; and we wSl fool him black and blue : —
shall we not, sir Andrew ?

Sir And, An we do not, it is pity of our lives.

Sir To. Here comes the little villain : —

Enter Maria.

How now, my nettle of India ?

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Mar, Get ye all three into the box-tree : Mal-
volio's coming down this walk; he has been
yonder i' the sun, practising behaviour to his own
shadow this half hour : observe him, for the love
of mockery ; for I know 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 diat must be caught with tickling.

\jExii,

Enter Malvolio.

Mai, '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 complexion. 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 under his ad-
vanced plumes !

Sir And. * Slight, I could so beat the rogue : —

Sir To. Peace, I say.

Mai, To be count Malvolio ; —

Sir To, Ah ! rogue !

Sir And. Pistol him, pistol him.

Sir To. Peace, peace !

Mai, There is example for*t ; the lady of the
Stradiy 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.

Mai. Having been three months married to
her, sitting in my state —

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Sir To. O, for a stone-bow, to hit him in the
eye.

MaJ, Calling my officers about me, in my
branched velvet gown : having come from a day-
bed, where I have left Olivia sleeping : —

Sir To. Fire and brimstone !

Fab. O, peace, peace I

Mai. And then to have the humour 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 I

Fab. O, peace, peace, peace ! now, now.

Mai. Seven of my people, with an obedient
start, make out for him : I frown the while : and,
perchance, wind up my watch, or play wiUi some
rich jewel Toby approaches ; court'sies there to
me : —

Sir To. Shall this fellow live ?

Fab. Though our silence be drawn fit)m us
with cars, yet peace.

Mai. I extend my hand to him thus, — quench-
ing my familiar smile with an austere regard of
control : —

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

Mai. Saying, Cot*sin Toby, my fortunes having
cast me on your niece, give me this prerogative of
speech : —

Sir To. What, what?

Mai. You must amend your drunkenness.

Sir To. Out, scab I

Fab. Nay, patience, or we brpak the sinews
of our plot

McU. Besides, you waste the treasure of your
time with a foolish knight ; —

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Sir And, That's me, I warrant you.
Mai, One sir Andrew :
Sir And, I knew, 'twas I ; for many do call
me fooL
Mai, What emplo3anent have we here ?

{Taking up the Utitr,

Fab, Now is the woodcock near the gin.

Sir To. O, peace ! and the spirit of hmnours
intimate reading aloud to him.

Mai, By my life, that is my lady's hand: these
be her very (7s, her £/''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 ^s, and her T% : why
that?

Mai. [reads.] To the unknown hdaved^ this^
and my good wishes: her very phrases ! — By your
leave, wax. — Soft ! and the impressure her Lu-
crece, with which she uses to seal : 'tis my lady.
To whom should this be ?

Fab, This wins him, liver and all.

M<U. \rtads.'\ Jove knows, I love:
But who ?
Xios do not move,
No man must know.

No man must know, — What follows ? the num-
bers altered! — No man must know: — ^if thb
should be thee, Malvolio ?
Sir To, Marry, hang thee, brock I

Mai. Irrads.] I may command where I adore ;
But silence, like a Lucrece knife,
With bloodless stroke my heart doth gore :
MfO,A, /, doth sway my life.

Fab, A fiistian riddle !

Sir To, Excellent wench, say I.

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Med, Mf O, A, Ty doth sway my life, — Nay,
but first, let me see, — let me see, — ^let me see.

Fab. What dish of poison has she dressed
himi

Sir To, And with what wing the stannyel
checks at it !

Mai, 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 capa-
city. There is no obstruction in this ; — ^and the
end, — ^what should that alphajaetical position
portend ? If I could make that resemble some-
thing in me, — softly ! — My Oy A, L —

Sir To, O ay I make up that : — ^he is now at
a cold scent

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

Mai, My — Malvolio ; — ^J!/,— why, that begins
my name.

Fab, Did not I say he would work it out? the
cur is excellent at faults.

Mai, My — but then there is no consonancy in
the sequel ; that suffers tmder probation : A
should follow, but O does.

Fab. And shall end, I hope.

Sir To, Ay, or I'll cudgel him, and make him
cry O,

Mai, And then /comes behind.

Fab, Ay, an you had any eye behind you, you
might see more detraction at your heels, than
fortimes before you.

Mai, My Oy Ay I ; — ^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. —
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stars I am above thee; but be not afraid of great-
ness : some are bom great, some achieve greatness^
and some have greatness thrust upon ^em. 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 sloughy 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 achises 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 Fortunes fingers.
Farewell, She that would alter services with thee.
The Fortunate-Unhappy. — Daylight and
champain discovers not more : this is open. I
will be proud, I will read politic authors, I will
baffle sir Toby, I will wash off gross acquaint-
ance, I will be point-de-vice, the very man. I do
not now fool myself, to let ima^[ination jade me;
for every reason excites to this, that my lady
loves me. She did commend my yellow stock-
ings of late, she did praise my 1^ being cross-
gartered ; and in this she manifests herself to my
love, and, with a kind of injunction, drives me
to these habits of her likmg. I thank my stars,
I am happy. I will be strange, stout, in yellow
stockings, and cross-gartered, even widi 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 enter-
tainest my love, let it appear in thy smiling; thy
smiles become thee well : therefore in my presence
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thee. — I will smile; I will do everything that
thou wilt have me. {Exit.

Fab, I wiU 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 vdth her,
but such another jest

Sir And. Nor I neither.

Fai, Here comes my noble gull-catcher.

Enter Maria.

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-trip,
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?

Sir To, Like aqtia-vHae with a midwife.

Mar, If you will then see the fruits of the
sport, mark his first approach before my lady :
he wUl come to her in yellow stockings, and 'tis
a colour she abhors; and cross-gartered, a fashion
she detests ; and he will smile upon her, which
will now be so unsuitable to her disposition,
being addicted to a melancholy as she is, that it
cannot but turn him into a notable contempt :
if you will see it, follow me.

Sir To. To the gates of Tartar, thou most ex-
cellent devil of wit I

Sir And, I'll make one too. {Exeunt.

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ACT III.

SCENE l^—OViYiais Garden,

Enter Viola, and Qown with a tahor.

Viola,
I AVE thee, friend, and thy music : dost
thou live by thy tabor ?

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

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 mayst 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 wit :
how quickly the wrong side may be turned out-
ward I

Vio, Nay, that's certain ; they that dally nicely
with words may quickly niake them wanton.

Clo, I would, merefore, my sister had had no
name, sir.

Vio, Why, man?

Clo, Why, sir, her name's a word ; and to
dally with that word might make my sister
wanton : but, indeed, words are very rascals,
since bonds disgraced them.

Vio, Thy reason, man ?

Clo, Troth, sir, I can yield you none without
words ; and words are grown so false, I am loth
to prove reason with them.

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Vio. I warrant thou art a merry fellow, and
carest for nothing.

Clo. 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.

Vio, 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 as
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 everywhere. 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 expenses 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 ; — [aside] though I would not have
it 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. 1 understand you, sir ; 'tis well b^ged.

Clo, The matter, I hope, is not great, sir,
begging but a beggar : Cressida was a b^gar.
My lady is within, sir. I will conster to them
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would, are out <rf my weDdn : I might say,
element ; but the word is over-worn. \Exit.

Via. This fellow is wise enough to play the
fool;
And to do that well craves a kind of wit :
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-fellen, quite taint their wit.

Enter Sir Tovi Belch and Sir Anvjxw Aguechebk.

Sir To. Save you, gentleman.

Vio. And you, sir.

Sir And. Dioi vous garde, monsieur,

Vio. Et votis aussi : votre servileur.

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 l^^s, sir ; put them to
motion.

Vio. My 1^ 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.

Vio. I will answer you with gait and entrance :
— ^but we are prevented.

EnUr Olivia and Maria.
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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, Odoursypregnant^zn&vot^chsafed: —
I'll get 'em all three all ready.

OH, Let the garden door be shut, and leave
me to my hearing.

[Exeunt Sir Tobv, Sir Andrew, and Maria.
Give me your hand, sir.

Vio, My duty, madam, and most humble

service.
OH, What is your name ?
Vio, Cesario is your servant's name, fair

princess.
OH, My servant, sir! 'Twas never merry
world,
Since lowly feigning was called compliment :
You're 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.
OH, For him, I think not on him : for his
thoughts,
Would they were blanks, rather than fiU'd with
me I
Vio, Madam, I come to whet your gentle
thoughts
Onhisbeh^: —

OH, 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 music from the spheres.

Vio. Dear lady, —

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After the last enchantment you did here,
A ring in chase of you ; so did I abuse
M)rseB", my servant, and, I fear me, you :
Under your hard construction must I 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 f>osom.
Hides my heart. So, let me hear you speak.

Via, I pity you.

OH. That's a d^^ree to love.

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

Oli, Why, then, methinks, 'tis time to smile
again:

world, how apt the poor are to be proud !
If one should be a prey, how much the better
To fall before the lion lian 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 Ues your way, due west.

Vio, Then westward-ho I

Grace, and good disposition, 'tend your ladyship;
You'll nothing, madam, to my lord by me ?

OH. Stay:

1 pr'ythee tell me, what thou thmk'st of me.

Vio, That you do think you are not what you

are.
OH. If I think so, I think the same of you.

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Vio, Then think you right ; I am not what I am.

Olu 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.

Olu \aside.'\ O, what a deal of scorn looks
beautiful
In the contempt and anger of his lip !
A murderous guilt shows not itself more soon
Than love that would seem hid : love's night is

noon. —
Cesario, by the roses of the spring,
By maidhood, honour, truth, and everything,
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 ; —
Love sought is good, but, given unsought, is better.

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.

Olu Yet come again : for thou, perhaps,
mayst move
That heart, which now abhors, to like his love.

\Exeunt

SCENE \\.^A Room in OliviaV House,

Enter Sir Toby Belch, Sir Andrew Acuechbbk,
and Fabian.

Sir And. No, faith, I'll not stay a jot longer.
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Fab, You must needs yield your reason, sir
Andrew.

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 ydu now.

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

Sir And, 'Slight I will you make an ass o' me?

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

Sir To, And they have been grand jury-men
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 dimibness. This was looked
for at your hand, and this was baulked: the
double gilt of this opportunity you let 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 poUcy.

Sir And. An't J)e any way, it must be with
valour ; for policy I hate : I had as hef be a
Brownist 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 him ; hurt him in eleven
places ; my niece shall take note of it : and

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assure 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, sir Andrew.

Sir And. Will either of you bear me a chal-
lenge to him ?

Sir To. Go, write it in a martial hand; be
curst and brief; it is no matter how witty, so it
be eloquent and full of invention; taunt him
with the license of ink : if thou thou^st him some