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sick for one ; though I would not have it grow on
my chin. Is thy Lady witliin ?

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,
i4r, 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,
befging but a beggar; Cressida was a beggar.
h\y lady it within, sir. I will conster to them
whence yoo come ; who ^ou are, and what you
would, are out of my weikm : I might say element ;
but the word is over-worn. ^ [Exit.

Vio. This fellow's wise enough to pla;^ the fool :
And, to do that well, craves a kuid of wit :
lie most observe their nnood oa whom he jests,



The ouality of persons, and the time ;

And, like the haggard, check at every feather

That comes before his e^e. 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, foUy-fiUlen, quite tamt their wit.

EtiUr Sir Tobt Belch and Sir Andrew
Aqub-cheek.

Sir To, Save you, gentlemen.

Vio, And you, sir.

Sir And, Dieu vous garde^ monsieur.

Vio, Etvousaussi^ votre aeroiteur.

Sir And, I hope, sir, you are ; and I am your%

Sir To. Will you encounter the house? my
niece is desirous you should enter, if your trade oe
to her.

Vh. I am bound to your niece, sir : I mean she
is the Ibt of my voyace.

Sir To. Taste your legs, sir, put them to motion

Vio, Viy legs do better understand me, sir, thar
I understand what you mean by bidding me taste
my legis.

£&r To, I mean, to go, sir^ to enter.

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

Enter OLxyiA and Maria.

Most excellent accomplished lady, the heavens
rain odours on you I

Sir And, That youth's a rare courtier I ** Raiu
odours l" well.

Vio, My matter hath no voice, hidy, but to your
own roast pregnant and vouchsafed ear.

Sir And, "Odours, pregnant," and ••vouch-
safed:" — 111 get 'em all thrae ready,

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

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

Vio, My duty, nuidam, and most humble senrioe.

OU, What is your name?

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

OH, My servant, sir! Twas never merry world,
Since lowly feigning vras called compliment :
You are servant to the Count Orsino, youth.

Vio, And he is your's, and his must needs be
your's.
Your servant's servant is your servant, madaoa.

OU. For him, I think not on him: for hia
thoughts,
Would they were blanks, rather than fiU'd with me I

Vio, Madam, I come to wet your gentle thoughts
On his behalf : —

Oli. Oh I by your leave, I pray jou ;
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,

Oli, Give me leave, I beseech you: I did send*
After the last enchantment you did here,
A ring in cliase of you ; so did I abuse
M3r8erf, my servant, and, I fear me, you :
Under your hard construction must I sit^
To force that on you, in a shameful cunmng,
Which you knew none of yourVi : what might yoo

think ?
Have you not set mine honour at the stake.
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Tli«t tTTinnous heart can tliink? T» one of

voor receiving
Enongh is shown ; a CTprus, not a bosom,
Hides my poor heart : Bo let me hear yon speak.

Vio, I pity you.

on ThaiB a degree to love.

Vio. No, not a grise ; for tis a vulgar proof, •
That very oft we pity enemies. [again :

OK 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 Uon, than the wolf?

[Clock strikes.
The dock 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

Vio, Then westward-hoc:
Qraoe, and good disposition Hend your ladyship I
Von 11 nothing, madam, to my lora by me r

OIL Stay:

1 prVtliee, tell me, what thou think^t of me.

Fao. That you ao think, you are not what you
are.

OIL Id think so, I think the same of you.

Vio, Then thmk you right : I am not what I am.

OIL I would, you were ss I would have you be I

Vio, Would it be better, madam, than I am,
I wish it might; for now I am your fool.

OH, Oh! what a deal of soom looks beautiful
In the contempt and anger of his lip I
A mnrd*rous guilt shovrs not itself more soon
Than love that would seem hid : love's night is

noon.
Cesario, by the roses of the spring.
By roaidhood, 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 Uius with reason fetter :
/ Love sought is good, but given unsought, is better.

Vio, By innocence 1 swear, and by my youtli,
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.
4nd so adieu, good madam ; never more
Will I my master's tears to you deplore.

OH. Yet come again ; for thou, perhaps, may'st
move
rhat heart, which now abhors, to like his love.

[Eboeunt.

SCENE IL— ^ Boomin Ouyu^ House.

EkUr Shr Tobt Belch, Su- Andrew Aoub-
OHEEK, and Fabiam.

Sir And. No &ith, 111 not sUy a jot longer.

Br To, Thy reason, dear venom, give thy
reason.

Feb, You must needs yield your reason, Sir
Andrew.

Sir And, Marry, I saw your nieoe 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 m her
toward yon.

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



OR, WHAT lOU WILL.

Fitb. I will prove it legitimate, sir, upoo the
oaths of judgment and reason.

Sir To, And they have been grand juiy-men
since before Noah was a sailor.

Fab, She did show fiivour to the youth in yoni
sight, only to exasperate you, to awake your dor
mouse valour, to put fire m your heart, and brim
stone in your liver : you should then haveacoo8te<*
her; and with some excellent jest, fire-new firom
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 opportu-
nity you let time wash off, and you are now sailed
into the north of my lady's opinion ; where yon
will hang like an icicle on a Dutchman^ 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 poli<nr I hate: I had as lief 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 bun in eleven places;
my niece shall take note of it : and assure thyself^
there la 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, 1^ Andrew.

Sir And. Will either of you hear me a challenge
to him?

Sir To. Go, write it in a martial hand ; be eur»t
and brief; it is no matter how witty, so it be
eloquent, and full of invention : taunt him with
the licence of ink : if thou tbou'tt him some thrice,
it shall not be amiss; and as many lie^ as will lie
in thy sheet of paper, although the sheet were big
enough for the bed of Ware m England, s^t'em
down ; go, about it. Let there be gall enough in
thy mk ; though thou write with a goose pen, no
matter: about it.

Sir And. Where shall I find you?

Sir 7b. Well call thee at the cnbioulo : go.

[Exit Sur Ahdsbw.

Fab, This is a dear manakin to you. Sir Toby.

Sur 7\k I have been dear to him, lad; sooie
two thousand strong, or so.

Fab. We shall have a rare letter from him : bit
youll not driver it

Sir 7b. Never trust me then ; and by all meani
stir on tiie youth to an answer. I think oxen and
wamropes can not hale them together. For A ndre w,
if he were opened, and yon find so much blood in
his liver as will clog the foot of a flea, 111 eat the
rest of the anatomy.

Fab. And his opposite, the youth, bean in his
visage no great presage of cruelty.

Enter Maria.

Sir To, Look, where the youngest wren of nuie
comes.

Mar. If you desire the spleen, and will laugh
yourselves into stitches, follow me: yon' gull
Mai vol io b 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 groasness. He's in yellow stockings.

£Sr To, And cross-gartered ?

Mfv. Most vilUnously ; like a pedant that keeps
a school i' the church.—! have dogged him, like
his murderer : he doa« obey every point of th«
letter that I dropped to betray mm. He doea
smile his face into more lines than are in the new
map, with the angmenUUion of Uie^ Indies: yoQ

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bft^e not seen such a thin^ as tis; I can hardly
forbear burling tilings at him. I know my lady
will strike him ; if she do, he'll smile, and takut
for a great favour.
Sir 7b. Come, bripg as, bring us where he la.

[Exeunt,

SCENE IIL— A Street.

FnUr Antohio and Sebastian.

8A. I would not, by my will, have troubled
you; but, since you make your pleasure of your
pains, I will no iurther chide you.

AnL I could not stay behind you; my desire,
More sharp than filed steel, did spur me forth ;
And not all love to see you (though so much,
Kb might have drawn one to a longer voyage),
Bat jcauoosy what might befall your travel,
Being skilless in these parts : which to a stranger,
Unguided, and unfriended, often prove
Roogb and unhospitable : my willmg love.
The rather by these arg^uments of fear.
Bet forth in your pursuit.

&b. My kind Antonio,
I can no other answer make, but, thanks.
And thanks, and ever thanks: often good turns
Are shuffled off with such uncurrent pay:
Bat, vrere my worth, as is my conscience, firm.
You should find better dealing. What's to do?
Shall we go see the reliques of this town?

AnL To-morrow, sir; l>est, first, go see yoor
lodging.

M, I am not wearer, and \]s long to night ;
I pray voo, let us satisfy our eyes
With tne memorials, and the things of fame,
That do renown thhi dty.

Ant. Would, you'd pardon me;
I do not without danger walk these streets :
Once, in a sea-fi^ht, 'gainst the count his galleys,
I did some service ; of such note, indeed,
That, were I ta^en here,' it would scarce be an-
swered.

Seb, Belike, yon slew great number of his
people.

Ant. The offtence is not of such a bloody nature;
Albeit the ooality of the time, and quarrel,
Might well nave given us bloody argument.
It mig^t have since been answer'd in rcj'aying
What we took from them ; which, for traffic's sake,
Most of oar city did: only myself stood out:
For which, if I be kpsed in this place.



1 shall pay dear.
&6. Don



> not then walk too open. [purse;

Ant. It doth not fit me. llold, sir, here's my
In the soath suburbs, at the Elephant^
Is best to lodge; I will bespeak our diet.
Whiles you beguile the tune, and fipnd your know-
led^
With viewing of the towm ; there shall you nave me.

8d>. Why I your purse? [toy

Ant. Hapl^, your eyes shall lighi upon some
Ton have desire to purchase ; and your store,
I think, is not for idle market?, sir.

Seb. I'll be your purse-bearer, and leave you for
An hour.

Ant. To the Elephant—

Seb. I do rememoer. [Mxeunt.

SCENE IV.— OuTUTi Cfarden.
Enter Oltvu and Maria.

OIL I have sent after him: he says hell come ;
fow shall I feast him? what buatow on him?



OR, WHAT YOU WILL. $7

For youth is bought more oft, than begg*d, or
borrow 'd.

I speak too loud.

Where is Malvolio?— he is sad, and civil.
And suits well for a servant with my fortunes;
Where is Malvolio?

Mar. He's coming, madam ;
Bat in strange manner. He is sure possessed.

OIL Why, what's the matter? does he rave?

Mar, No, madam,
He does nothing but smile: yoor ladyship
Were best have guard about ^ou, if he come
For, sure, the man is tainted in his wits.

OH GhD call him hither. — I am as mad as ha,
If sad and merry madness equal be. —

Enter Malyouo.

How now, Malvolio ?

MaL Sweet hidy, ho, ho. [SmiUetfaKnta$tkaXly*

OH Smil'stthou?
I sent for thee upon a sad occasion.

MaL Sad, lady? I could be sad: this does make
some obstruction in the blood, this cross-gartering;
but what of that, if it please the eye of one, is it
with me as the very true sonnet is : ** Please one,
and please alL"

OL Why, how dost thoa, man? what is the
matter with thee?

MaL Not black in my mind, though yellow in
my legs : it did come to bis hands, and commands
shall be executed. I think we do know the sweet
Roman hand.

OU, WUt thoa go to bed, Malvolio ? [to thee.

Mai To bed? ay, sweet-heart; and I'll come

OIL God comfort thee I Why dost thoa smile
so, and kiss thy hand so oft?

Mar. How do you, Malvolio ?

MaL At your request ? Yes ; nightingales
answer daws. .

Mar. Why appear you with this ridiculon^
boldness before my lady ? [writ

MaL " Be not afraid of greatness :"— 'twas well

OIL What meanest thou by that, Malvolio?

MaL "Some are bom great,**—

OIL Ha?

Mai. " Some achieve greatness,"

OH. What say St thou? [them.*

MaL "And some have greatness thrust upon

0/u Heaven restore thee I [stockings;'*

MaL " Remember, who commended thy yellow

OU. Thy yellow stockings?

Mai. " And wished to see thee cross-gartered.'*

OIL Cross-gartered ? [to be so ;"-'

Mai. "Go to : thoa art made, if thou desircsl

OIL Am I made ?

MdL " If not, let me see thee a servant still."

OIL Why, this is very midsummer madness.

Enter Servant.

Set. Madam, the young gentleman of the Count
Orsino's is retum'd ; I could hardly entreat him
back : he attends your ladyship's pleasure.

OIL 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
specif care of him ; I would not have him inls>
carry for the half of my dowry.

[Exeunt OuTiA om^ Maria.

Mai, Oh I ho I do you come near roe 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 tha letter. "[CmI
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thy humble sioagh," says she ; " be opposite with a
kinsman, surly with servants, — let thy tongue tang
with arguments of state, — put thyself into the
trick of singularity ;"— and consequently, sets down
the manner how ; as, a sad face, a reverend carriage,
a slow tongue, in the habit of some sir of note, and
so forth. I have limed her; but it is Jove's doing,
and Jove make me thankful I And when she went
away now " Let this fellow be looked to ; Fellow 1
not Malvolio, nor after my degree, but fellow.
Why, everything 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, ana he is to
be thanked.

B&^nter Mabia, with Sir Tobt Belch, and
Fabian.

JSSr 7b. Which way is he, in the name of sanctity ?
and all the devils in hell be drawn in little, and
Legion himself possessed him, yet Vi\ speak to him.

Fab. Here he is, here he is: — How is't with you,
sir? how is't with you, man?

MaL Go off; I discard yon; let me enjoy my
private ; go oS.

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

Jaai. Ah 1 hal does she so?

&ir To. Go to. go to ; peace, peace, we must
deal gently with him ; let me alone. How do you,
Malvolio? how ist with you? What, man I defy
the devil : consider, he's an enemy to mankind.

MaL Do you know what you say?

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

Fab. Carry his water to the wise wonum.

Mar. Marry, and it shall be done to-morrow
rooming, if I live. My lady would not lose Him
for more than 111 say.

MaL How now, mistress?

Mar. O lord I

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

Fab. No way but gentleness; gently, gently:
the tiend is rough, ana will not be roughly used.

Sir To, Why, how now, my bawcock? how
dost thou, chuck.

Mai, Sir?

Sir To. Ay Biddy, come with me. What man I
tb not for gravity to play at cherry-pit with
Satan: Hang him, foul collier!

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

M(d. My prayers, minx? piness.

3far, No, I warrant you, he will not hearof god-

i/oZ. Go hang yourselves all I you are idle
sliallow things: I am not of your element; you
shall know more hereafter. [Exit,

Sir To, Is't possible?

Fab, If this were play*d 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.

i/oTv The house will be the quieter.

Sir To. Come, we'll have him in a dark room,
and bouitd. My niece is already in the belief tktt



OR, WHAT YOU WILL.
he b mad ; we may carry it thus, for our pleasnra
and his penance, till our very pastime, tired out ot
breath, promnt us to have mercy on him ; at which
time, we will bring the device to the bar and
crown thee for a finder of madmen. But see, but see.

ErUer Sir Andrew Ague-cheek.

Fab. More matter for a May-raomin*;.

Sir And, Here's the challenge, read it; I war-
rant there's vinegar and pepper in'L

Fab. Is*t so saucy ?

Sir And, Ay is it, I warrant him : do but read.

Sir To, Give me [limda.] " Youth, whatsoever
thou art, thou art but a scurvy fellow."

Fab. Good, and valiant.

Sir To, " Wonder not, nor admire not in thy
mind, why I do call thee so, for I will show thee
no reason fort." [blow of the law

FcJt, A good note: that keeps you from the

Sir To, " Thou oomest to the lady Olivia, and
in 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 senseless.

J^ To, " I will way-lay thee going home ; where
if it be thy chance to kill me, "

Fab, Good. [villain.'

Sir To, ** Thou killest me like a rogue and a

Fab, Still you keep o*the windy side of the law :
good.

Sur Th, "Fare thee well; and God have mercy
upon one of our souls I He may have mercy
•upon mine ; but my hope is better, and so look to
thyself. Thy friend, as thou usest him, and thy
sworn enemy, „ Andkbw Aouekhieek."

JSSr To. If this letter move him not, his legs
cannot : 111 give't him.

Mar, You may have very fit occasion for*t : be
is now in some commerce with my lady, and will
by and by depart.

Sir To, Go, Sir Andrew ; scout me for him at
the comer of the orchard, like a bum-bailiff: so
soon as ever thou seest nim, draw ; and, as thou
drawest, swear horrible ; for it co^es to pass oft,
that a terrible oath, with a swaggering accent
sharply twanged off, gives manhood more appro-
bation than ever proof itself would have eam'd
him. Away.

Sir And. Nay, let me alone for swearing. [Exit,

Sir To. Now will not I deliver his letter : for
the behaviour of the young gentleman gives him
out to be of good capacity and breeding; his em-
ployment between his lord and my niece confirms '
no less ; therefore this letter, being so ezc3llontl y
ignorant, will breed no terror m the youth, he will
find it comes from a clodpole. But, sir, I \« ill
deliver his challenge by word of mouth ; set ui)on
Ague-cheek a notable report of valour ; and drive
the gentleman (as, I know, his youth will aptl^
receive it) into a most hideous opinion of his
rage, skill, fury, and impetuosity. This will so
fright them both, that they will kill one another
by the look, like cockatrices.

Enter Ouvia and Viola.
Fab. Here he comes with your niece : give them
way, till he take leave, and presently after him.

^ 7b. I will meditate the whUe upon some
horrid message for a challenge.

[Exeunt Sir Toby, Fabian, and Maria.
OIL I have said too much unto a heart of stone,
And laid mine honour too uncharv. Q^i i .

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There's something in me that reproves my fault.

Hut snch A headstrong potent fault it is,

That it hut mocks reprool [bears,

Vio. With the same "haviour that yonr passiob
Go on my master's griefs.

on. H ere, wear tWs jewel for me, *tis my picture ;
Befnse it not, it hath no tongue to vex you :
And, I beseech you, come again to-morrow.
What fahall you ask of me, that Til deny ;
That honour, sav'd, mav upon asking give?

Vio, Nothing but this, your true love for my
master. [that

OIL How with mine honour may 1 give him
Which I have given to you?

Vio. I will aquit you. [well :

Olu Well, come again to-morrow: fare thee
4. fiend, like thee, might bear my soul to hell.

[Exit.
Be-mUr Sir Tobt Belch cmd Fabiah.

iS£r To. Gentleman, God save thee.

Vio. And you, sir.

Sir To. That defence thou hast, betake thee
tot : of what nature the wrongs are Ihou hast done
him, I know not; but thy intercepter, full of
despight, bloody as the hunter, attends thee at the
orchard end : dismount thy tuck, be yare in thy
prrpnration, for thy assailant is quick, skilful, and

Vio. Yon 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.

8ir Th, Youll find it otherwise, I assure yon :
therefore, if you hold vour life at anjr price,
betake you to your gfuu'd ; for your opposite hath
in him what youth, strength, skill, and wrath, can
furnish man withal.

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

iS^ 7b. He 18 knight, dubbed with unbacked
rapier, and on carpet consideration ; but he is a
devil in private brawl: souls and bodies hath he
divorced three; and his incensement at thb
moment is so implacable, that satisfaction can be
none but by pangs of death and sepulchre : hob,
nob, is his word ; give't, or take*t.

Vio* I will return again into the house, and
desire some conduct of the lady. I am no fighter.
I have heard of some kind of men that put quar-
rels purposely on others, to taste their valour :
belike, tnis is a man of that quirk.

Sir 7b. Sir, no; his indignation derives itself
out of a very comjietent injury; therefore, get
you on, and give him his desire. Back you sliall
Dot to the house, unless you undertake that with
me, which with as much safety you might answer
him: therefore, on, or strip your sword stark
naked: for meddle yon must, that's certain, or
forswear to wear iron about you.

Vto. 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.

JBn" To, I will do so. Signior Fabian stay you
by this gentleman till my return. [Exit Sir Toby.

Via. Pray yon, sir, do you know of this matter?

Jfab. I know the knight is incensed against yon,
even to a mortal arbitrement; but notbmg of the
circumstance more.

Vio. I beseech yon, what manner of man is he?

Fab, Nothing of that wonderful promise, to
read him by his form, as you are like to find nim
in the proof of his valour. He is, mdeed, sir, the



; OK, WHAT YOU WTLl fi9

most skilful, bloody, and fatal opposite that yoq
could possibly have found in any part of Illjrria:
will you walk towards hiin? I will make youi
peace with him, if I can.

. Vio, I shall be much bound to you for't: I an
one that would rather go with sir priest than wit!
sir knight: I care not who knows so much of my
mettle. [Exeunt

Reenter Sir Toby, mth Sir Aitorew.

Sir To, Why, man, he's a very devil ; I have
not seen such a virago. I had a pass with him,
rapier J scabbard, and all, and he gives me tlir
stuck-m, with such a mortal motion, that it i/
inevitable; and on the answer, he pays you a*
surely 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



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