SCENE III.-A Street.

Enter SEBASTIAN and ANTONIO.

Seb. I would not, by my will, have troubled you ; But, since you make your pleasure of your pains, I will no further chide you.

Ant. I could not stay behind you; my desire, More sharp than filéd steel, did spur me forth; And not all love to see you, though so much As might have drawn one to a longer voyage,But jealousy what might befall your travel, Being skilless in these parts, which to a stranger, Unguided, and unfriended, often prove Rough and unhospitable: my willing love, The rather by these arguments of fear,

Set forth in your pursuit.

Seb.

My kind Antonio,

I can no other answer make, but thanks,

And thanks, and ever thanks; and oft good turns 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?

Tomorrow sir; best first go see your lode.

Seb. I am not weary, and 't is long to night:

I pray you, let us satisfy our eyes

With the memorials and things of fame

That do renown this city.

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 answered.
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 answered in repaying
What we took from them; which, for traffic's sake,
Most of our city did: only myself stood out;

For which, if I be lapsed in this place,

I shall pay dear.

Seb.

Do not then walk too open.

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

purse.

In the south suburbs, at the Elephant,

Is best to lodge: I will bespeak our diet,

Whiles you beguile the time and feed your know

ledge

With viewing of the town • there shall you have ma

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.

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

Enter OLIVIA and MARIA

Oli. I have sent after him he says, he 'll come ;How shall I feast him? what bestow of him?

For youth is bought more oft than begged or borrowed.

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; but in very strange He is sure possessed, nadam.

manner.

Oli. Why, what's the matter? does he rave?

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. —

Re-enter MARIA with MALVOLIO.

How now, Malvolio ?

Mal. Sweet lady, ho, ho.

Oli. Smil'st thou ?

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, it is with me as the very true sonnet is, 'Please one, and please all.'

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, sweetheart; and I'll come to thee.

Oli. God comfort thee! why dost thou smile so,

and kiss the hand so oft ?

Mal. At your request?

answer daws.

Yes; nightingales

Mar. Why appear you with this ridiculous boldness before my lady?

Mal. 'Be not afraid of greatness: '-'t was well writ.

Oli. What meanest thou by that, Malvolio?
Mal. Some are born great,'-

Oli. Ha?

Mal. Some achieve greatness,'—

Oli. What sayest thou?

Mal. And some have greatness thrust upon them.'

Oli. Heaven restore thee!

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Mal. Remember, who commended thy yellow stockings,'

Oli. My yellow stockings!

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

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

be so:'

Oli. Am I made?

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

midsummer madness