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Sir To. I dare lay any money, 'twill be nothing In this uncivil and unjust extent yet.
(Exeunt. Against thy peace. Go with me to my house;
And hear ihere how many fruitless pranks
This ruffian hath botch'd up, that thou thereby ACT IV. .
May'st smile at this : thou shalt not choose, but go; SCENE 1.—The street before Olivia's house. He started one poor heart of mine in thee.
Do not deny: beshrews his soul for me,
Seb. What relish is in this ? how runs the stream Clo. Will you make me believe, that I am not Or I am mad, or else this is a dream :sent for you?
Let fancy still my sense in Lethe steep; Seb. Go to, go to, thou art a foolish fellow;
If it be thus to dream, still let me sleep! Let me be clear of thee.
Oli. Nay, come, I prythee : 'would, thou'dst be Clo. Well held out, i'faith! No, I do not know
rul'd by me! you; nor I am not sent to you by my lady, to bid
Seb. Madam, I will.
Oli. you come speak with her; nor your name is not
0, say so, and so be! (Ext. master Cesario; nor this is not my nose neither.- SCENE II.-A room in Olivia's house. Enler Nothing, that is so, is so.
Maria and Clown. Seb. I prythee, vent thy folly somewhere else; thou know'st not me.
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.
[Erit Maria. world, will prove a cockney:-) 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 Jean enough to Seb.° i proythee, foolish Greek, depart from me; be thought a good student; but to be said, an There's money for thee; if you tarry longer, honest man, and a good housekeeper, goes as I shall give worse payment. Clo. By my troth, thou hast an open hand :- lar. 'The competitors” enter.
fairly, as to say, a careful man, and a great schoThese wise men, that give fools money, get themselves a good report aster fourteen years' purchase. Enler Sir Toby Belch and Maria.
Enter Sir Andrew, Sir Toby, and Fabian. Sir To. Jove bless thee, master parson.
Clo. Bonos dies, sir Toby: for as the old hermit (Striking Sebastian.
of Prague, that never saw pen and ink, very wit. Seb. Why, there's for thee, and there, and there : ily said to a niece of king Gorboduc, Thal, that is, are all the people mad ? (Beating Sir Andrew.is: sol, being master parson, am master parson
Sir To. Hold, sir, or I'll throw your dagger o'er for what is that, but that? and is, but is ? the house.
Sir To. To him, sir Topas. Clo. This will I tell my lady straight: I would
CH. What, hoa, I say,-Peace in this prison ! not be in some of your coats for two-pence.
Sir To. The knave counterseits well; a good
(Erit Clown. Sir To. Come on, sir; hold. [Holding Seb. Mal. (in an inner chamber.) Who calls there? Sir And. Nay, let him alone, I'll go another way
Clo. Šir Topas, the curate, who comes to visit to work with him ; I'll have an action of battery Malvolio the lunatic. against him, if there be any law in Illyria: though
Mal. Sir Topas, sir Topas, good sir Topas, go I struck him first, yet it's no matter for that.
to my lady. Seb. Let go thy hand.
Clo. Out, hyperbolical fiend! how verest thoa Sir To. Come, sir, I will not let you go. Come, this man? talkest thou nothing but of ladies ?
Sir To. Well said, master parson. my young soldier, put up your iron : you are well feshed ; come on.
Mal. Sir Topas, never was man thus wronged!
Seb. I will be free from thee. What would'st good sir Topas, do not think I am mad; they have thou now?
laid me here in hideous darkness. If thou dar’st tempt me further, draw thy sword.
Clo. Fie, thou dishonest Sathan! I call thee by [Draws.
the most modest terms: for I am one of those genSir To. What, what? Nay, then I must have tle ones, that will use the devil himself with cour. an ounce or two of this malapert blood from you.
tesy: 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 southOli. Hold, Toby; on thy life, I charge thee, hold. north are as lustrous as ebony; and yet complainest Sir To. Madam
thou of obstruction ? Oli. Will it be ever thus ? Ungracious wretch, Mal. I am not mad, sir Topas ; I say to you, this Fit for the mountains, and the barbarous caves, house is dark. Where manners ne'er were preach'd! out of my Clu. Madman, thou errest : I say, there is no sight!
darkness, but ignorance: in which thou art more Be not offended, dear Cesario:
puzzled, than the Egyptians in their fog. Rudcsby,' be gone!- I pr’ythce, gentle friend, Mal. I say, this house is as dark as ignorance,
(Ereunt Sir Toby, Sir Andrewv, and Fabian. (though ignorance were as dark as hell; and I say Let thy fair wisdom, not thy passion, sway there was never man thus abused : Iam no more (1) Let out. (2) Rude fellow. (3) Violence (6) Disguise. (7) Confederates (5) Ill betiche
mad than you are ; make the trial of it in any con Mal. Believe me, I am not; I tell thee true. stant question.'
Clo. Nay, I'll ne'er believe a madman, till I seo 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. Mal. That the soul of our grandam might haply I pr’ythee, be gone. inhabit a bird.
Clo. I am gone, sir, Clo. What thinkest thou of his opinion ?
And anon, sir, Mal. I think nobly of the soul, and no way ap
PU be with you again, prove his opinion.
In a trice; Clo. Fare thee well : remain thou still in dark
Like to the old vice, ness: thou shalt hold the opinion of Pythagoras,
Your need to sustain ; ere I will allow of thy wits; and fear to kill a woodcock, lest thou dispossess the soul of thy
Who with dagger of lath, grandam. Fare thee well.
In his rage and his wrath, Mal. Sir Topas, sir Topas, –
Cries, ah, ha! to the devil : Sir To. My most exquisite sir Topas !
Like a nad lad, Clo. Nay, I am for all waters. 2
Pare thy nails, dad, Mar. Thou might'st have done this without thy!
Adieu, goodman drivel. (Exit. beard and gown; he sees thee not.
Sir To. To him in thine own voice, and bring SCENE III.—Olivia's garden. Enler 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 conveni- This pearl she gave me, I do feel't, and see't: ently delivered, I would he were; for I am now so And though 'tis wonder that enwraps me thus, far in offence with my niece, that I cannot pursue Yet 'tis not madness. Where's Antonio then ? with any safety this sport to the upshot. Come by I could not find him at the Elephant: and by to my chamber. (Exe. Sir Toby and Mar. Yet there he was; and there I found this credit," Clo. Hey, Robin, jolly Robin,
That he did range the town to seek me out. Tell me how thy lady does. (Singing. His counsel now might do me golden service: Mal. Fool,
For though my soul disputes well with my sense, Clo. My lady is unkind, perdy.
That this may be some error, but no madness, Mal. Fool,
Yet doth this accident and flood of fortune, Clo. Alas, why is she so ?
So far exceed all instance, all discourse,
That I am ready to distrust mine eyes,
And wrangle with my reason, that persuades me at my hand, help me to a candle, and pen, and ink, or else the lady's mad; yet, if 'twere so, and paper; as I am a gentleman, I will live to be she could not sway her house, command her fol thankful to thee for't.
lowers, 10 Clo. Master Malvolio!
Take, and give back, affairs, and their despatch, Mal. Ay, good fool.
With such a smooth, discreet, and stable bearing, Clo. Alas, sir, how sell you beside your
five wits ? As, I perceive, she does: there's something in, Mal. Fool, there was never man so notoriously That is deceivable. But here comes the lady. abused : I am as well in my wits, fool, as thou art. Clo. But as well ? then you are mad, indeed, if
Enter Olivia and a Priest. you be no better in your wits than a fool.
Mil. They have here propertied me;" keep me Oli. Blame not this haste of mine: if you mean in darkness, send ministers to me, asses, and do all well, they can to face me out of my wits.
Now go with me, and with this holy man, Clo. Advise you what you say; the minister is Into the chantry by: there, before him, here.—Malvolió, Malvolio, thy wits the heavens And underneath thal consecrated roof, restorę! endeavour thyself to sleep, and leave thy Plight me the full assurance of your faith; vain bibble babble.
That my most jealous and too doubtful sout Mal. Sir Topas,
May live at peace: he shall conceal it, Clo. Maintain no words with him, good fellow.- Whiles!? you are willing it shall come to note ; Who, I, sir ? not I, sir. God b'wi'you, good sir What time we will our celebration keep Topas.-Marry, amen.-I will, sir, I will. According to my birth.-What do you say? Mal. Fool, fool, fool, I say,
Seb. I'll follow this good man, and go with you; Clo. Alas, sir, be patient." What say you, sir ? And, having sworn truth, ever will be true. I am shent for speaking to you.
Oli. Then lead the way, good father ;-—-And Mol. Good fool, help me to some light, and some heavens so shine, paper; I tell thee, I am as well in my wits, as any That they may fairly note this act of mine ! (Exo. 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
ACT V. to my lady; it shall advantage thee more than ever SCENE 1.-The street before Olivia's house. the bearing of letter did.
Enter Clown and Fabian. Clo. I will help you to't. But tell me true, are you not mad, indeed ? or do you but counterfeit ? Fab. Now, as thou lovest me, let me see his letter. (1) Regular conversation.
(6) A buffoon character in the old plays, and (2) Any other gem as a topaz. (3) Senscs.. father of the modern harlequin, 14) Taken possession of.
(7) Account. (8) Reason. (9) Belief. Seolded, reprimanded.
(16) Servants. (ii) Little chapel. (12) Until. M
Cl. Good master Fabian, grant me another re-I know not what 'twas, but distraction. quest.
Duke. Notable pirate! thou salt-water thief! Fab. Any thing.
What foolish boldness brought thee to their mercies, Clo. Do not desire to see this letter.
Whom thou, in terms so bloody, and so dear, Fab. That is, to give a dog, and, in recompense, Hast made thine enemies ? desire my dog again.
Orsino, noble sir,
Be pleas'd that I shake off these names you give me, Enter Duke, Viola, and attendants.
Antonio never yet was thief, or pirate, Duke. Belong you to the lady Olivia, friends ? Though, I confess, on base and ground enough,
Orsino's enemy. A witchcraft drew me hither : Clo. Ay, sir ; we are some of her trappings. Duke. I know thee well; How dost thou, my From the rude sea's enrag'd and foamy mouth
That most ungrateful boy there, by your side, good fellow ? Clo. Truly, sir, the better for my soes, and the Did I redeem; a wreck past hope he was :
His life I gave him, and did thereto add worse for my friends. Duke. Just the contrary; the better for thy All his in dedication: for his sake,
My love, without retention, or restraint, friends. Clo. No, sir, the worse.
Did I expose myself, pure for his love,
Into the danger of this adverse town;
Drew to defend him, when he was beset; of me; now my foes tell me plainly I am an ass: 50 (Not meaning to partake with me in danger,) that by my foes, sir, I profit in the knowledge of mysell"; and by my friends I am abused : so that, And grew a twenty-years-removed thing,
Taught him to face me of his acquaintance, conclusions to be as kisses, if your four negatives While one would wink; denied me mine own make your two affirmatives, why, then the worse
purse, for my friends, and the better for my foes.
Which I had recommended to his use Duke. Why, this is excellent.
Not half an hour before. Clo. By my troth, sir, no; though it please you
How can this be ? to be one of my friends.
Duke. When came he to this town? Duke. Thou shalt not be the worse for mc; there's gold.
Ant. To-day, my lord ; and for three months
before Clo. But that it would be double-dealing, sir, I
(No interim, not a minute's vacancy,) would you could make it another.
Both day and night did we keep company.
Enter Olivia and attendants. once, and let your nesh and blood obey it.
Duke. Well, I will be so much a sinner to be a double-dealer; there's another.
Duke. Here comes the countess; now heaven
walks on earth.Clo. Primo, secundo, tertio, is a good play; and But for thee, fellow, fellow, thy words are madness: the old saying is, the third pays for all the triplex, sir, is a good tripping measure; or the bells of St. Three months this youth hath tended upon me;
But more of that anon.--Take him aside.
Oli. What would my lord, but that he may not at this throw: if you will let your lady know, I am Wherein Olivia may seem serviceable ? —
have, here to speak with her, and bring her along with Cesario, you do not keep promise with me. you, it may awake my hounty further. Clo. Marry, sir, lullaby to your bounty, till I
Duke. Gracious Olivia,-come again. I go, sir ; but I would not have you to think, that my desire of having is the sin of co
Oli. What do you say, Cesario ?-_Good my vetousness : but, as you say, sir, let vour bounty
lord, Lako,a nap, I will awake it anon. (Exit Clown.
Vio. My lord would speak, my duty bushes me.
Oli. Ir it be aught to the old tune, my lord, Enter Antonio and Officers.
It is as fat? and fulsome to mine ear,
As howling after music.
Still so cruel ?
Duke. What! to perverseness ? you uncivil lady,
My soul the faithfull’st offerings hath breath'd out, For shallow draught, and bulk, unprizable : That e'er devotion tender'd! What shall I do? With which such scathtiil' grapple did he make Oli. Even what it please my lord, that shall beWith the most nohle bottom of our fleet,
come him. That very envy, and the tongue of loss,
Duke. Why should I not, had I the heart to do is Cry'd fame and honour on him. —What's the matter? Like to the Egyptian thief, at point of death, i off. Orsino, this is that Antonio,
Kill what I love; a savage jealousy, That took the Phænix, and her fraught," from That sometime savours nobiy? But hear me this. Candy;
Since you to non-regardance cast my faith, And this is he, that did the Tiger board,
And that I partly know the instrument When your young nephew Titus lost his leg: That screws me from my truc place in your favour, Here in the streets, desperate of shame, and state, Live you, the marble-breasted tyrant, still; In private brabble did we apprehend him. But this your minion, whom, I know, you love,
Vio. He did me kindness, sir ; drew on my side; And whom, by heaven, I swear, I tender dearly, But, in conclusion, put strange speech upon me,
Him will I tear out of that cruel eye, (1) Mischievous. (2) Freight.
(3) Dull, gross.
Where he sits crowned in his master's spite. Sir And. Od’s lifelings, here he is :-You broke Come boy, with me; my thoughts are ripe in mis- my head for nothing; and that that I did, I was chief :
set on to do't by sir Toby. I'll sacrifice the lamb that I do love,
Vio. Why do you speak to me? I never hurt you: To spite a raven's heart within a dove. (Going. You drew your sword upon me, without cause;
Vio. And I, most jocund, apt, and willingly, But I bespake you fair, and hurt you not. To do you rest, a thousand deaths would die. Sir And. Il a bloody coxcomb be a hurt, you
(Following. have hurt me; I think, you set nothing by a bloody Oli. Where goes Cesario?
After him I love, More than I love these eyes, more than my life,
Enter Sir Toby Belch, drunk, led by the Clown. More, by all mores, than e'er I shall love wife :
Here comes sir Toby halting, you shall hear more: If I do feign, you witnesses above,
but if he had not been in drink, he would havo Punish my life, for tainting of my love!
tickled you othergates than he dia. Oli. Ah, me, detested! how am I beguild! Duke. How now, gentleman ? how is't with you? Vio. Who does beguile you ? who does do you Sir To. That's all one; he has hurt me, and
wrong? Oli. Hast thou forgot thyself? Is it so long ?- shere's the end on't.-Sot, did’st see Dick surgeon, Call forth the holy father. (Exit an Allendant.
Clo. O he's drunk, sir Toby, an hour agone; Duike.
Come away. his eyes were set at eight i' the morning.
[To Viola. Sir To. Then he's a rogue. After a passy-mea. Oli. Whither, my lord ?-Cesario, husband, stay. sure, or a pavin, I hate a drunken rogue. Dike. Husband ?
Oli. Away with him: who hath made this havoc Oli,
Ay, husband; Can he that deny ? with them? Duke. Her husband, sirrah?
Sir And. I'll help you, sir Toby, because we'll Vio.
No, my lord, not I. be dressed together. Oli. Alas, it is the baseness of thy fear,
Sir To. Will you help, an ass-head, and a coxThat makes thee strangle thy propriety :' comb, and a knave? a thin-faced knave, a gull ? Fear not, Cesario, take thy fortunes up;
Oli. Get him to bed, and let his hurt be look'd to. Be that thou know'st thou art, and then thou art (Exeunt Clown, Sir Toby, and Sir Andrew, As great as that thou fear’st.-0, welcome, father! Re-enter Attendant and Priest.
Enter Sebastian. Father, I charge thee, by thy reverence,
Seb. I am sorry, madam, I liave hurt your kingHere to unfold (though lately we intended
man; To keep in darkness, what occasion now, But, had it been the brother of my blood, Reveals before 'lis ripe,) what thou dost know, I must have done no less, with wit, and safety. Hath newly past between this youth and me.
You throw a strange regard upon me, and Priest. A contract of eternal bond of love,
By that I do perccive it hath offended you; Confirmed by mutual joinder of your hands,
Pardon me, sweet one, even for the vows Attested by the holy close of lips,
We made each other but so late ago. Strengthen'd by interchangement of your rings ; Duke. One face, one voice, one habit, and two And all the ceremony of this compact
persons ? Seal'd in my function, by my testimony: A natural perspective, that is, and is not. Since when, my watch hath told me, toward my
Seb. Antonio, O my dear Antonio ! grave,
How have the hours rack'd and tortur'd me, I have travelled but two hours.
Since I have lost thee. Duke. O, thoudissembling cub! what will thou be, Ant. Sebastian are you? When time hath sew'd a grizzle on thy case ?? Seb.
Fear'st thou that, Antonio ? Or will not else thy craft so quickly grow,
Ant. How have you made division of yourself? That thine own trip shall be thine overthrow ?
An apple, clest in two, is not more twin Farewell, and take her; but direct thy feet, Than these two creatures. Which is Sebastian? Where thou and I henceforth may never meet. Oli. Most wonderful ! Vio. My lord, I do protest, —
Seb. Do I stand there? I never had a brother : Oli.
0, do not swear : Nor can there be that deity in my nature, Hold little faith, though thou hast too much fear. Of here and every where. I had a sister, Enler Sir Andrew Ague-cheek, with his head Whom the blind waves and surges have devour'd:broke.
of charity, what kin are you to me? [To Viola.
What countryman? what name? what parentage ? Sir And. For the love of God, a surgeon; send) Vio. Of Messaline: Sebastian was my father ; one presently to sir Toby.
Such a Sebastian was my brother too, Oli, What's the matter?
So went he suited to his watery tomb : Sir And. He has broke my head across, and has If spirits can assume both form and suit, given sir Toby a bloody coxcomb too: for the love you come to fright us. of God, your help: I had rather than forty pound, Seb.
A spirit I am indeed; I were at home,
But am in that dimension grossly clad, Oli. Who has done this, sir Andrew?
Which from the womb I did participate. Sir And. The count's gentleman, one Cesario: Were you a woman, as the rest goes even, we took him for a coward, but he's the very devil I should my tears let fall upon your cheek, incardinate.
And say-Thrice welcome, drowned Viola ! Duke. My gentleman, Cesario ?
Vio. My father had a mole upon his brow.
Seb. And so had mine.
(5) Out of charity tell me.
Vio. And died that day when Viola from her birth with the which I doubt not but to do myself much Had number'd thirteen years.
right, or you much shame. Think of me as you Seb. O, that record is lively in my soul ! please. I leave my duty a little unthought of, and He finished, indeed, his mortal act,
speak out of my injury. That day that made my sister thirteen years.
The madly-used Malvolio. Vio. If nothing lets to make us happy both, Oli. Did he write this? But this my masculine usurp'd attire,
Clo. Ay, madam. Do not embrace me, till each circumstance Duke. This savours not much of distraction. of place, time, fortune, do cohere, and jump, Oli. See him deliver'd, Fabian; bring him bither. That I am Viola: which to confirm,
(Exit Fabian. I'll bring you to a captain in this town,
My lord, so please you, these things further thought Where lie my maiden weeds; by whose gentle help,
on, I was preserv'd, to serve this noble count: To think me as well a sister as a wife, All the occurrence of my fortune since
One day shall crown the alliance on't, so please you, Hath been between this lady, and this lord. Here ai my house, and at my proper cost. Seb, So comes it, lady, you have been mistook: Duke. Madam, I am most apt to embrace your
offer.But nature to her bias drew in that.
Your master quits you ; (To Viola.) and, for your You would have been contracted to a maid ;
service done him, Nor are you therein, by my life, deceiv'd; So much against the mettle of your sex, You are betroth'd both to a maid and man. So far beneath your soft and tender breeding,
Duke. Be not amaz'd; right noble is his blood. And since you call'd me master for so long, If this be so, as yet the glass seems true,
Here is my hand; you shall from this time be I shall have share in this most happy wreck ; Your master's mistress. Boy, thou hast said to me a thousand times, Oli.
A sister ?-you are she.
(To Viola. Thou never should'st love woman like to me.
Re-enter Fabian, with Malvolio.
Ay, my lord, this same: That severs day from night.
How now, Malvolio ? Duke.
Give me thy hand ; Mal. Madam, you have done me wrong, And let me see thee in thy woman's weeds.
Notorious wrong. Vio. The captain, that did bring me first on shore, Oli,
Have I, Malvolio ? no. Hath my maid's garments: he, upon some action, Mal, Lady, you have. Pray you, peruse that Is now in durance; at Malvolio's suit,
letter : A gentleman, and follower of my lady's. You must not now deny it is your hand, Oli. He shall enlarge him ; --Fetch Malvolio Write from it, if you can, in hand, or phrase; hither :
Or say, 'tis not your seal, nor your invention And yet, alas, now I remember me,
You can say none of this : Well, grant it then, They say, poor gentleman, he's much distract, And tell me, in the modesty of honour,
Why you have given me such clear lights of favour; Re-enter Clow, with a letter. Bade me come smiling, and cross-garter'd to you,
To put on yellow stockings, and to frown A most extracting frency of mine own
Upon sir Toby, and the lighter people : From my remembrance clearly banish'd his. And, acting this in an obedient hope, How does he, sirrah?
Why have you suffer'd me to be imprison'd, Clo. Truly, madam, be holds Belzebub at the Kept in a dark house, visited by the priest, stave's end, as well as a man in his case may do: And made the most notorious geck, and gull, he has here writ a letter to you; I should have That e'er invention play'd on ? tell me why. given it to you to-day morning, but as a madman's Oli. Alas, Malvolio, this is not my writing, epistles are no gospels, it skills not much, when Though, I confess, much like the character: they are delivered.
But, out of question, 'tis Maria's hand, Oli. Open it, and read it.
And now I do bethink me, it was she Clo. Look then to be well edified, when the fool First told me, thou wast mad; then cam'st in smiling, delivers the madman:-By the Lord, madam, - And in such forms which here were presuppos'd Oli. How now! art thou mad?
Upon thee in the letter. Priythee be content: Clo. No, madam, I do but read madness : an This practice hath most shrewdly pass'd upon thee; your ladyship will have it as it ought to be, you But, when we know the grounds and authors of it, must allow vox.'
'Thou shalt be both the plaintiff and the judge Oli. Proythee, read i' thy right wits.
or thine own cause. Clo. So I do, madonna ; but to read his right. Fab.
Good madam, hear me speak; wits, is to read thus: therefore perpend, my prin. And let no quarrel, nor no brawl to come, cess, and give ear.
Taint the condition of this present hour, oli. Read it you, sirrah,
[To Fabian. Which I have wonder'd at. In hope it'shalt not, Fab, (reads. By the Lord, madam, you wrong Most freely I consess, myself, and Toby, me, and the world shall know it : though you hare Set this device against Malvolio here, put me into darkness, and given your drunken Upon some stubborn and uncourteous parts cousin rule over me, yet have I the benefit of my We had conceiv'd against him: Maria writ senses as well as your ladyship. I have your own The letter, at sir Toby's great importance;' letter that induced me to the semblance I put on; In recompence whereof, he hath married her,
How with a sportful malice it was follow'd, (1) Hinders. (2) Voice, (3) Attend. Frame and constitution. (5) Inferior.