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Olo. Are you ready, sir?


And what's her history? Duke. Ay; priythee, sing.

[.Music. Vio. A blank, my lord : She never told her love, SONG.

But let concealment, like a worm i' the bud,

Feed on her damask cheek: she pin’d in thought;
Clo. Come away, come away, death,

And, with a green and yellow melancholy,
And in sad cypress let me be laid ;

She sat like patience on a monument,
Fly away, fly away, breath;

Smiling at grief. Was not this love, indeed?
I am slain
by a fair cruel maid.

We men may say more, swear more: but, indeed,
My shroud of white, stuck all with yew, Our shows are more than will; for still we prove
O, prepare it;

Much in our vows, but little in our love.
My part of death no one so true

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

Vio. I am all the daughters of my father's house,
Not a flower, not a flower sweet, And all the brothers too ;--and yet I know not :-
On my black coffin let there be strown; Sir, shall I to this lady?
Not a friend, not a friend greet


Ay, that's the theme. My poor corpse, where my bones shall be To her in haste; give her this jewel; say, thrown ;

My love can give no place, bide no denay.
A thousand thousand sighs to save,

Lay me, 0, where
Sad true lover ne'er find my grave,

SCENE V.-Olivia's Garden. Enter Sir Toby To weep there.

Belch, Sir Andrew Ague-cheek, and Fabian.
Duke. There's for thy pains.

Sir To. Come thy ways, signior Fabian.
Clo. No pains, sir ; I take pleasure in singing, sir.

Fab. Nay, I'll come ; if I lose a scruple of this
Duke. I'll pay thy pleasure then.

sport, let me be boiled to death with melancholy. Clo. Truly, sir, and pleasure will be paid, one

Sir To. Would'st thou not be glad to have the time or another.

niggardly rascally sheep-biter come by some notaDike. Give me now leave to leave thee.

ble shame? Clo. Now, the melancholy god protect thee;

Fab. I would exult, man : you know, he brought and the tailor make thy doublet of changeable tat-|| me out of favour with my lady, about a bear-baitfata, for thy mind is a very opall._ I would haveing here. men of such constancy put to sea, that their busi

Sir To. To anger him, we'll have the bear ness might be every thing, and their intent every || again; and we will fool him black and blue :-where ; for that's it, that always makes a good || Shall we not, sir Andrew? voyage of nothing.--Farewell. (Exil Clown.

Sir And. An we do not, it is pity of our lives.
Duke. Let all the rest give place.

Enter Maria.
(Exeunt Curio and attendants.
Once more, Cesario,

Sir To. Here comes the little villain :- How
Get thee to yon' same sovereign cruelty :

now, my nettle of India. Tell her, my love, more noble than the world,

Mar. Get


all three into the box-tree: Mal Prizes not quantity of dirty lands;

volio's coming down this walk; he has been yon The parts that fortune hath bestow'd upon her,

der i the sun, practising behaviour to his own Tell her, I hold as giddily as fortune;

shadow, this half hour: observe himn, for the love of But 'tis that miracle, and queen of gems,

mockery; for, I know, this letter will make a conTluat nature pranks her in, attracts my soul. templative idiot of him., Close, in the name of Vio. But, if she cannot love you, sir?

jesting! [The men hide themselves. Lie thou Drike. I cannot be so answer'd.

there; (throws down a letter) for here comes the Vio

Sooth, but

trout that must be caught with tickling. Say, that some lady, as, perhaps, there is,

(Exit Maria. Hath for your love as great a pang of heart

Enter Malvolio.
As you have for Olivia : you cannot love her:
You tell her so; Must she not then be answer'd? Mal. 'Tis but fortune; all is fortune. Maria
Duke. There is no woman's sides,

once told me, she did affect me: and I have heard
Can 'bide the beating of so strong a passion herself come thus near, that, should she fancy, it
As love doth give my heart: no woman's heart should be one of my complexion. Besides, she uses
So big, to hold so much; they lack retention. me with a more exalted respect, than any one else
Alas, their love may be call'd appetite,- that follows her. What should I think on't?
No motion of the liver, but the palate, -

Sir To. Here's an over-weening rogue !
That suffer surfeit, cloyment, and revolt;

Fab. O, peace ! Contemplation makes a rare
But mine is all as hungry as the sea,

turkey-cock of him; how he jetes under his advanAnd can digest as much: make no compare ced plumes ! Between that love a woman can bear me,

Sir And. 'Slight, I could so beat the rogue :-
And that I owe Olivia.

Sir To. Peace, I say:
Ay, but I know,

Mal. To be count Malvolio!
Duke. What dost thou know?

Sir To. Ah, rogue !
Vio. Too well what love women to men may Sir And. Pistol him, pistol him.

Sir To, Peace, peace!
In faith, they are as true of heart as we.

Mal. There is example fort; the lady of the
My father had a daughter lov'd a man,

strachy married the yeoman of the wardrobe. As it might be, perhaps, were I a woman,

Sir And. Fie on him, Jezebel!
I should your lordship.

Fab. O, peace! now he's deeply io; look how

imagination blows him!
(1) A precious stone of all colours. (2) Decks.
(3) Denial.

(4) Love. (5) Struts. (6) Puffs him up.


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Mal. Having been three months married to her, Mal. M, 0, A, I, doth sway my life.-Nay, but sitting in my state,l

first, let me see,- let me see,-let me see. Sir To. O, for a stone-bow, to hit him in the eye! Fab. What a dish of poison has she dressed him! Mal. Calling my officers about me, in my branch- Sir To. And with what wing the stannyel ed velvet gown; having come from a day-bed, 2 ||checks at it! where I left Olivia sleeping.

Mal. I may command where I adore. Why, she Sir To. Fire and brimstone!

may command me; I serve her, she is my lady. Fab. O, peace, peace!

Why, this is evident to any formal capacity. There Mal. And then to have the humour of state : is no obstruction in this ;–And the end,-What and after a demure travel of regard, -telling them, should that alphabetical position portend? if I I know my place, as I would they should do their's could make that resemble soinething in me,-to ask for my kinsman Toby :

Softly! M, 0, A, 1.Sir To. Bolts and shackles!

Sir To. O, ay! make up that:-he is now at a Fab. O, peace, peace, peace! now, now.

cold scent. Mal. Seven of my people, with an obedient Fab. Sowter will cry upon't, for all this, though start, make out for him : I frown the while; and, llit be as rank as a fox. perchance, wind up my watch, or play with some Mal. M-Malvolio ;-M,-why, that begins rich jewel. Toby approaches; court'sies there tome: ||my name. Sir To. Shail this fellow live?

Fab. Did not I say, he would work it out? the Fab. Though our silence be drawn from us with cur is excellent at faults. cars, yet peace.

Mal. M-But then there is no consonancy in Mal. I extend my hand to him thus, quenching the sequel; that suflers under probation : A should my familiar smile with an austere regard of control : |follow, but does. Sir To. And does not Toby take you a blow o'

Fab. And 0 shall end, I hope. the lips then?

Sir To. Ay, or I'll cudgel him, and make him Mál. Saying, Cousin Toby, my fortunes having cry,

0. cast me on your niece, give me this prerogalive of

Alal. And then I comes behind ; speech:

Fab. Ay, an you had an eye behind you, you Sir To. What, what?

might see more detraction at your heels, ihan forMal. You must amend your drunkenness. (unes before you. Sir To. Out, scab!

Mal. M, 0, A, 1;—This simulation is not as Fab. Nay, patience, or we break the sinews of the former :--and yet, to crush this a little, it would our plot.

bow to me, for every one of these letters are in my Mal. Besides, you waste the treasure of your name. Sofi! here follows prose.--If this fall into time with a foolish knight ;

thy hand, revolve. In my stars I am above thee ; Sir And. That's me, I warrant you.

but be not afraid of greatness: Some are born Mal. One sir Andrew :

great, some achieve greatness, and some have greatSir And. I knew, 'twas I; for many do call meness thrust upon them. Thy fates open their fool.

hands, let thy blood an spirit embrace them. Mal. What employment have we here? And, to inure thyself to what thou art like to be,

[Taking up the letter. casi ihy humble slough, and appear fresh. Be opFab. Now is the woodcock near the gin. posite with a kinsman, surly with servants : let thy

Sir To. O, peace! and the spirit of humours in- | tongue tang arguments of state ; put thyself into timate reading aloud to him!

the trick of singularity: She thus advises thee, Mal. By my life, that is my lady's hand : these that sighs for thee. Remember who commended be her very cas, her U's, and her T's; and thus thy yellow stockings; and wished to see thee ever makes she her great P's. It is, in contempt of || cross-gartered : I say remember. Go to; thou art question, her hand.

made if thou desirest to be so; if not, let me see Sir And. Her C's, her U's, and her T's: Why | thee a steward still, the fellow of servants, and not that?

worthy to touch fortunc's fingers. Farewell. She Mal. (reads) To the unknown beloved, this, and that would alter services with thee, my good wishes: her very phrases ! By your leave,

The fortunate-unhappy: wax.-Soft Sand the impressure her Lucrece, Day-light and bian discovers not more : this with which she uses to seal: 'tis my lady: Tó | is open. I will be proud, I will read politic authors, whom should this be?

I will baffle sir Toby, I will wash off gross acFab. This wins him, liver and all.

quaintance, I will be point-de-vice, the very man. Mal. [reads) Jove knows, I love :

I do not now fool myself, to let imagination jade But who?

me; for every reason excites to this, that my ladyLips do not move,

loves me. She did commend my yellow stockings of No man must know.

late, she did praise my leg being cross-gartered; and No man must know. What follows the numbers in this she manifests herself to my love, and, with altered !No man must know :-if this should be a kind of injunction, drives me to these babits of thee, Malvolio?

her liking. I thank my stars, I am happy. I will Sir To. Marry, hang thee, brock !3

be strange, stout, in yellow stockings, and crossMal. I may command, where I adore :

gartered, even with the swisiness of putting on. But silence, like a Lucrece knife,

Jove, and my stars be praised !-Here is yet a postWith bloodless stroke

heart doth gore;

script. Thou canst nol choose but know who I am. M, O, A, I, doth sway my life.

If thou entertainest my love, let it appear in thy Fab. A fustian riddle!

smiling; thy smiles become thee well: therefore in Sir To. Excellent wench, say I.

my presence still smile, dear my sweet, I prythee. (1) State-chair. (2) Couch.

(6) Name of a hound. (7) Skin of a snake. (3) Badger. (4) Hawk. (5) Flies at it.

(8) Open country. (9) Utnost exactness.

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Jove, I thank thee.--I will smile; I will do every Vio. I warrant, thou art a merry fellow, and thing that thou wilt have me.

(Erit.carest for nothing. Fab. I will not give my part of this sport for a Clo. Not so, sir, I do care for something : but pension of thousands to be paid from the Sophy. in my conscience, sir, I do not came for you; if that

Sir To. I could marry this wench for this de-| be to care for nothing, sir, I would it would make vice.

you invisible. Sir And. So could I too.

Vio. Art not thou the lady Olivia's fool ? Sir To. And ask no other dowry with her, but Clo. No, indeed, sir; the lady Olivia has no such another jest.

folly: she will keep no fool, sir, till she be married ;

and fools are as like husbands, as pilchards are to Enter Maria.

herrings, the husband's the bigger; I am, indeed, Sir And. Nor I neither.

not her fool, but her corrupter of words. Fab. Here comes my noble gull-catcher.

Vio. I saw thee late at the count Orsino's. Sir To. Wilt thou set thy foot o'my neck ? Clo. Foolery, sir, does walk about the orb, like Sir And. Or o' mine either?

the sun; it shines every where. I would be sorry, Sir To. Shall I play my freedom at tray-trip,'|| sir, but the fool should be as oft with your master, and become thy bond-slave ?

as with my mistress : I think, I saw your wisdom Sir And. I'faith, or I either.

there. Sir To. Why, thou hast put him in such a dream, Vio. Nay, an thou pass upon me, I'll no more that, when the image of it leaves him, he must run with thee. Hold, there's expenses for thee. mad.

Clo. Now Jove, in his next commodity of hair, Mar. Nay, but say true; does it work upon him? | send thee a beard! Sir To. Like aqua-vitæ with a midwife.

Vio. By my troth, I'll tell thee; I am almost Mar. If you will then see the fruits of the sport,|| sick for one; though I would not have it grow on mark his first approach before my lady: he will my chin. Is thy lady within ? come to her in yellow stockings, and 'tis a colour Clo. Would not a pair of these have bred, sir? she abhors; and cross-gartered, a fashion she de- Vio. Yes, being kept together, and put to use. tests; and he will stile upon her, which will now Clo. I would play lord Pandarust of Phrygia, sir, be so unsuitable to her disposition, being addicted to bring a Cressida to this Troilus. to a melancholy as she is, that it cannot but turn Vio. I understand you, sir; 'tis well begg'd. him into a notable contempt : if you will see it, Clo. The matter, I hope, is not great, sir, beg. follow me.

ging but a beggar; Cressida was a beggar. My Sir To. To the gates of Tartar, thou most excel. || lady is within, sir. I will construe to them whence lent devil of wit !

you come : who you are, and what you would, are Sir And. I'll make one too. (Exeunt. Tout of my welkin : I might say, element; but the

word is over-worn.

(Exit. Vio. This fellow's 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; SCENE 1.-Olivia's Garden. Enter Viola, and And, like the haggard, check at every feather Clown with a tabor.

That comes before his eye. This is a practice, Vio. Save thee, friend, and thy music : Dost|| As full of labour as a wise man's art: thou live by thy tabor?

For folly, that he wisely shows, is fit; Clo. No, sir, I live by the church.

But wise men, folly-fallen, quite taint their wit. Vio. Art thou a churchman?

Enter Sir Toby Belch and Sir Andrew AgueClo. No such matter, sir; I do live by the

cheek. church: for I do live at my house, and my house Sir To. Save you, gentleman. doth stand by the church.

Vio. And you, sir. Vio. So thou may'st say, the king liesa by a beg- Sir And. Dieu vous garde, monsieur. gar, if a beggar dwell near him: or, the church

Vio. Et vous aussi : votre serviteur. stands by thy tabor, if thy tabor stand by the Sir And. I hope, sir, you are ; and I am yours. church.

Sir To. Will you encounter the house? my Clo. You have said, sir.—To see this age !-A|| niece is desirous you should enter, if your trade be sentence is but a cheveril glove to a good wit ;

to her. How quickly the wrong side may be turned out- Vio. I am bound to your niece, sir : I mean, she ward!

is the list of my voyage. Vio. Nay, that's certain ; they, that dally nicely

Sir To. Taste your legs, sir, put them to motion. with words, may quickly make them wanton.

Vio. My legs do better understand me, sir, than Clo. I would therefore, my sister had had no I understand what you mean by bidding me taste name, sir. Vio. Why, man?

Sir To. I mean, to go, sir, to enter. Clo. Why, sir, her name's a word; and to dally with that word, might make my sister wanton : But we are prevented.

Vio. I will answer you with gait and entrance : But, indeed, words are very rascals, since bonds disgraced them.

Enter Olivia and Maria. Vio. Thy reason, man?

Most excellent accomplished lady, the heavens rain Clo. Troth, sir, I can yield you none without odours on you! words; and words are grown só false, I am loath Sir And. That youth's a rare courtier! Rain to prove reason with them.

odours! well. (1) A boy's diversion three and tip.

(4) See the play of Troilus and Cressida. (2) Dwells.

(5) A hawk 'not well trained. (6) Bound, limit.


my legs.

(3) Kid.





Vio. My matter hath no voice, lady, but to your || A murd'rous guilt shows not itself more soon own most pregnant, and vouchsafed ear. Than love that would seem hid: love's night is noon.

Sir And Odours, pregnant, and vouchsafed :- Cesario, by the roses of the spring, I'll get 'em all three ready.

By maidhood, honour, truth, and every thing, Oli. Let the garden door be shut, and leave me I love thee so, that, maugret all thy pride, to my hearing

Nor wit, nor reason, can my passion hide. [Exeunt Sir Toby, Sir Andrew, and Maria. Do not extort thy reasons from this clause, Give me your band, sir.

For, that I woo, thou therefore hast no cause; Vio. My duty, madam, and most humble service. But, rather, reason thus with reason fetter: Oli. What is your name?

Love sought is good, but given unsought, is better. Vio. Cesario is your servant's name, fair princess. Vio. By innocence I swear, and by my youth,

Oli. My servant, sir! 'Twas never merry world,|| I have one heart, one bosom, and one truth,
Since lowly feigning was call'd compliment: And that no woman has; nor never none
You are servant to the count Orsino, youth, Shall mistress be of it, save I alone.
Vio. And he is yours, and his must needs be And so adieu, good madam; never more
yours ;

Will I my master's tears to you deplore.
Your servant's servant is your servant, madam. Oli. Yet come again : for thou, perhaps, may'st

Oli. For him, I think not on him: for his thoughts, Would they were blanks, rather than fill'd with me! That heart, which now abhors, to like his love. Vio. Madam, I come to whet your gentle thoughts

(Exeunt. On his behalf:

O, by your leave, I pray you; SCENE II.-A Room in Olivia's house. Enter I bade you never speak again of him :

Sir Toby Belcb, Sir Andrew Ague-cheek, and But, would you undertake another suit,

Fabian. I had rather hear you to solicit that,

Sir And. No, faith, I'll not stay a jot longer. Than music from the spheres.

Sir To. Thy reason, dear venom, give thy reaVio

Dear lady,Oli. Give me leave, I beseech you : I did send, Fab. You must need yield your reason, sir AnAfter the last enchantment you did here, drew. A ring in chase of you ; so did I abuse

Sir And. Marry, I saw your niece do more faMyself, my servant, and, I fear me, you : vours to the count's serving-man, than ever she Under your hard construction must I sit,


upon me; I saw't i' the orchard. To force that on you, in a shameful cunning, Sir To. Did she see thee the while, old boy? Which you knew none of yours: What might you tell me that. think?

Sir And. As plain as I see you now. Have you not set mine honour at the stake,

Fab. This was a great argument of love in her And baited it with all the unmuzzled thoughts That tyrannous heart can think? To one of your Sir And. 'Slight! will you make an ass o' me? receiving2

Fab. I will prove it legitimate, sir, upon the Enough is shown; a cyprus, not a bosom, oaths of judgment and reason. Hides my poor heart: So let me hear you speak. Sir To. And they have been grand jury-men, Vio. I pity you.

since before Noah was a sailor. Oli. That's a degree to love.

Fab. She did show favour to the youth in your Vio. No, not a grise ;3 for 'tis a vulgar proof,

sight, only to exasperate you, to awake your dorThat very oft we pity enemies.

mouse valour, to put fire in your beart, and brimOli. Wby, then, methinks, 'tis time to smilestone in your liver: You should then have accosted again :

her; and with some excellent jest, fire-new from O world, how apt the poor are to be proud! the mint, you should have banged the youth into If one should be a prey, how much the better dumbness. This was looked for at your hand, and To fall before the lion, than the wolf?

this was baulked: the double gilt of this oppor

(Clock strikes. || tunity you let time wash off, and you are now sailed The clock upbraids me with the waste of time.- into the north of my lady's opinion; where you will Be not afraid, good youth, I will not have you : hang like an icicle on a Dutchman's beard, unless And yet, when wit and youth is come to harvest, you do redeem it by some laudable attempt, either Your wife is like to reap a proper man :

of valour, or policy. There lies your way, due west.

Sir And. And't be any way, it must be with Vio.

Then westward-hoe : | valour; for policy I hate: I had as lief be a Grace, and good disposition 'tend your ladyship! Brownist,5 as a politician. You'll nothing, madam, to my lord by me? Sir To. Why then, build me thy fortunes upon Oli. Stay :

the basis of valour. Challenge me the count's I proythee, tell me, what thou think'st of me.

youth to fight with him; hurt him in eleven places, Vio. That you do think, you are not what you my niece shall take note of it: and assure thyself,

there is no love-broker in the world can more preOli. If I think so, I think the same of you. vail in man's commendation with woman, than reVio. Then think you right; I am not what I am. || port of valour. Oli. I would, you were as I would have you be! Vio. Would it be better, madam, than I am,

Fab. There is no way but this, sir Andrew. I wish it might; for now I am your fool.

Sir And. Will either of you bear me a chal

lenge to him? Oli. O, what a deal of scorn looks beautiful

Sir To. Go, write it in a martial hand; be In the contempt and anger of his lip!

cursto and brief; it is no matter how witty, so it be (1) Ready. (2) Ready apprehension. (3) Step. (4) In spite of.

(5) Separatists in queen Elizabeth's reign.
(6) Crabbed.

toward you.



eloquent, and full of invention : taunt him with ||, Seb. I am not weary, and 'tis long to night; the license of ink: if thou thou'st him some thrice, I pray you, let us satisfy our eyes it shall not be amiss; and as many lies as will lie With the memorials, and the things of fame, in thy sheet of paper, although the sheet were big | That do renown this city. enough for the bed of Warel in England, set 'em Ant.

Would, you'd pardon me; down; go, about it. Let there be gall enough in I do not without danger walk these streets : thy ink; though thou write with a goose-pen, no Once, in a sea-fight, 'gainst the count his galleys, matter: About it.

I did some service; of such note, indeed, Sir And. Where shall I find you ?

That, were I ta'en here, it would scarce be Sir To. We'll call thee at the cubiculo:2 Go.

answer'd. [Erit Sir Andrew. Seb. Belike, you slew great number of his people. Fab. This is a dear manikin to you, sir Toby. Ant. The offence is not of such a bloody nature;

Sir To. I have been dear to him, lad; some Albeit the quality of the time, and quarrel, two thousand strong or so.

Might well have given us bloody argument. Fab. We shall have a rare letter from him : but It might have since been answer'd in repaying, you'll not deliver it.

What we took from thein; which, for traffic sake, Sir To. Never trust me then; and by all means Most of our city did : only myself stood out : stir on the youth to an answer. I think, oxen and For which, if I be lapsed; in this place, wainropes: cannot hale them together. For An. I shall pay dear. drew, if he were opened, and you find so much Seb.

Do not then walk too open. blood in his liver as will clog the foot of a flea, I'll Ant. It doth not fit me. Hold, sir, here's my eat the rest of the anatomy.

purse; Fab. And his opposite, the youth, bears in his In the south suburbs, at the Elephant, visage no great presage of cruelty.

Is best to lodge: I will bespeak our diet,

Whiles you beguile the time, and feed your knowEnter Maria.

ledge, Sir To. Look, where the youngest wren of nine with viewing of the town; there shall you have me.

Seb. Why I your purse? Mar. If you desire the spleen, and will laugh Ant. Haply, your eye shall light upon some toy yourselves into stitches, follow me: yon' gull Mal. You have desire to purchase ; and your store, volio is turned heathen, a very renegado; for there I think, is not for idle markets, sir. is no Christian, that means to be saved by believing Seb. I'll be your purse-bearer, and leave you for rightly, can ever believe such impossible passages An hour. of grossness. He's in yellow stockings.

Ant. To the Elephant.Sir To. And cross-gartered?


I do remember. Mar. Most villanously; like a pedant that keeps

(Exeunt. a school i' the church.-i have dogged him, like his murderer: he does obey every point of the letter | SCENE IV.-Olivia's Garden. Enter Olivia that I dropped to betray him. He does smile his

and Maria. face into more lines, than are in the new map, with the augmentation of the Indies: you have not seen

Oli. I have sent after him: He says, he'll come; such a thing as 'tis; I can hardly forbear hurling How shall I feast him? what bestow on him? things at him. know, my lady will strike him; ifFor youth is bought more oft, than begg'd, or bor. she do, he'll smile, and take't for a great favour.

row'd. Sir To. Come, bring us, bring us where he is. I speak too loud.

(Ereunt. Where is Malvolio?--he is sad, and civil,6 SCENE III.-A street. Enter Antonio and Where is Malvolio?

And suits well for a servant with my fortunes; Sebastian.


He's coming, madam; Seb. I would not, by my will, have troubled you :|But in strange manner. He is sure possess’d. But, since you make your pleasure of your pains, Oli. Why, what's the matter? does he rave? I will no further chide you.


No, madam,
Ant. I could not stay behind you ; my desire, He does nothing but smile: your ladyship
More sharp than filed steel, did spur me forth; Were best have guard about you, if he come;
And not all love to see you (though so much, For, sure, the man is tainted in his wits.
As might have drawn one to a longer voyage,) Oli. Go call him hither.—I'm as mad as he,
But jealousy what might befall your travel, If sad and merry madness equal be.-
Being skilless in these parts; which to a stranger,
Unguided, and unfriended, often prove

Enter Malvolio.
Rough and unhospitable : my willing love How now, Malvolio?
The rather by these arguments of fear,

Mal. Sweet lady, ho, ho! [Smiles fantastically. Set forth in your pursuit.

Oli. Smil'st thou ? Seb.

My kind Antonio, I sent for thee upon a sady occasion. I can no other answer make, but, thanks,

Mal. Sad, lady? I could be sad: this does make And thanks, and ever thanks : Often good turns

some obstruction in the blood, this cross-gartering: Are shuffled off with such uncurrent pay :

but what of that, if it please the eye of it is But, were my worth, 4 as is my conscience, firm, with me as the very true sonnet is : Please one and You should find better dealing. What's to do?

please all. Shall we go see the reliques of this town? Oli. Why, how dost thou, man? what is the matAnt. Tomorrow, sir; best, first, go see your ter with thee? lodging

Mal. Not black in my mind, though yellow in In Hertfordshire, which held forty persons.

(4) Wealth. (5) Caught Chamber. (3) Waggon ropes.

(6) Grave and demure. (7) Grave.

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