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Are shuffled off with such uncurrent pay:
But, were 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?

Ant. To-morrow, sir; best, first, go see your lodging.

Seb. I am not weary, and 'tis long to night;
I pray you, let us satisfy our eyes

With the memorials, and the things of fame,
That do renown this city.

'Would you'd pardon me;
I do not without danger walk these streets:
Once, in a sea-fight, 'gainst the Count his galleys,
I did some service; of such note, indeed,
That, were I ta'en here, it would scarce be answer'd.
Seb. Belike, you slew great number of his people.
Ant. The offence is not of such a bloody nature;
Albeit the quality of the time, and quarrel,
Might well have given us bloody argument.
It might have since been answer'd in repaying
What we took from them; which, for traffic's

Most of our city did: only myself stood out:
For which, if I be lapsed2 in this place,

I shall pay dear.


Do not then walk too open.

Ant. It doth not fit me. Hold, sir, here's my


In the south suburbs, at the Elephant,

Is best to lodge: I will bespeak our diet, Whiles you beguile the time, and feed your knowledge,

With viewing of the town; there shall you have me. Seb. Why I your purse?

Ant. Haply, your eye shall light upon some toy You have desire to purchase; and your store, I think, is not for idle markets, sir.

1 Wealth, or fortune.

2 Lapsed, for lapsing or transgressing. See note on Hamlet, Act. iii. Sc. 4.

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

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Oli. I have sent after him: He says he'll come; How shall I feast him? what bestow on him?

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

I speak too loud.

Where is Malvolio?-he is sad, and civil1,

And suits well for a servant with my fortunes ;-
Where is Malvolio?

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

Oli. Why, what's the matter? does he rave? Mar. No, madam, he does nothing but smile: your ladyship were best to have some guard about you, if he come; for, sure, the man is tainted in his wits.

Oli. Go call him hither.-I'm as mad as he, If sad and merry madness equal be.-


How now, Malvolio?

Mal. Sweet lady, ho, ho. [Smiles fantastically. Oli. Smil'st thou?

I sent for thee upon a sad 2 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, it is

16. he is sad and civil. That is serious and grave, or solemn. Thus in Romeo and Juliet:

1 Grave.

Come, civil night,

Thou sober-suited matron all in black.'

with me as the very true sonnet is: and please all.

Please one,

Oli. Why, how dost thou, man? what is the matter with thee?

Mal. Not black in my mind, though yellow in my legs: It did come to his hands, and commands shall be executed. I think, we do know the sweet 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 answer daws.

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


Mal. Some achieve greatness,-
Oli. What say'st thou ?

Mal. And some have greatness thrust upon them.
Oli. Heaven restore thee!

Mal. Remember, who commended thy yellow stockings;

Öli. Thy yellow stockings?

Mal. And wished to see thee cross-gartered.
Oli. Cross-gartered?

Mal. Go to: thou art made, if thou desirest to be

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Mal. If not, let me see thee a servant still.

Oli. Why, this is very midsummer madness 3.

3 "Tis midsummer moon with you' was a proverbial phrase signifying you are mad. It was an ancient opinion that hot weather affected the brain.

Enter Servant.

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

Oli. I'll come to him. [Exit Servant.] Good Maria, let this fellow be looked to. Where's my cousin Toby? Let some f my people have a special care of him; I would not have him miscarry for the half of my dowry.

[Exeunt OLIVIA and MARIA. 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 thy humble slough, 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 4; but it is Jove's doing, and Jove make me thankful! And, when she went away now, Let 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 unsafe circumstance,-What can be said? Nothing that can be, can come b between me and the Well, Jove, not I, is


full prospect of my

the doer of this, and he is to be thanked. is hopes.

Re-enter MARIA, with SIR TOBY BELCH and


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.

Caught her as a bird with birdlime.

Malvolio takes the word in its old favourable sense of companion.

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

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

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.

Mat. Ah, ha! does she so?

Sir To. Go to, go to; peace, peace, we must; deal gently with him; let me alone. How do you, Malvolio? how is't with you? What man! 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! 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-pit with Satan: Hang him, foul collier 8!

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

See Winter's Tale, Act i. Sc. 2. Note 15.

1 A play among boys.

Collier was in Shakspeare's time a term of the highest re proach. The coal venders were in bad repute, not only from the blackness of their appearance, but that many of them were also great cheats. The devil is called collier for his blackness. Hence the proverb 'Like will to like, as the devil with the collier."

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