Sir To. Shall I bid him go, and Art any Clo. O, no, no, no, no, you dare not. Sir To. Out o' time!-Sir, ye lie. more than a steward? Dost thou think, because thou art virtuous, there shall be no more cakes and ale? Clo. Yes, by Saint Anne; and ginger shall be hot i' the mouth too. Sir To. Thou 'rt i' the right.-Go, sir, rub your chain with crumbs.-A stoop of wine, Maria! Mal. Mistress Mary, if you prized my lady's favour at anything more than contempt, you would not give means for this uncivil rule: she shall [Exit. know of it, by this hand. Mar. Go shake your ears. Sir And. 'T were as good a deed as to drink when a man 's a-hungry, to challenge him the field, and then to break promise with him, and make a fool of him. Sir To. Do 't, knight: I'll write thee a challenge; or I'll deliver thy indignation to him by word of mouth. Mar, Sweet Sir Toby, be patient for to-night. lady, she is much out of quiet. For Monsieur Malvolio, let me alone with him: if I do not gull him into a nay-word, and make him a common recreation, do not think I have wit enough to lie straight in my bed: I know, I can do it. Sir To. Possess us, possess us; tell us something of him. Mar. Marry, sir, sometimes he is a kind of puritan. Sir And. O, if I thought that, I'd beat him like a dog. Sir To. What, for being a puritan? thy exquisite reason, dear knight? Sir And. I have no exquisite reason for 't, but I have reason good enough. Mar. The devil a puritan that he is, or anything constantly, but a time-pleaser; an affectioned ass, that cons state without book, and utters it by great swaths the best persuaded of himself, so crammed, as he thinks, with excellences, that it is his ground of faith that all that look on him love him and on that vice in him will my revenge find notable cause to work. Sir To. What wilt thou do? : Mar. I will drop in his way some obscure 74 TWELFTH-NIGHT. beard, the shape of his leg, the manner of his gait, the expressure of his eye, forehead, and complexion, he shall find himself most feelingly personated: I can write very like my lady, your niece; on a forgotten matter we can hardly make distinction of our hands. Sir To. Excellent! I smell a device. Sir And. I have 't in my nose too. Sir To. He shall think, by the letters that thou wilt drop, that they come from my niece, and that she's in love with him? Mar. My purpose is, indeed, a horse of that colour. Sir And. And your horse, now, would make him an ass. Mar. Ass, I doubt not. Sir And. O! 'twill be admirable. Mar. Sport royal, I warrant you: I know, my physic will work with him. I will plant you two, and let the fool make a third, where he shall find the letter observe his construction of it. For this night, to bed, and dream on the event. well. Fare Sir To. Good night, Penthesilea. [Exit MARIA. Sir To. She's a beagle, true-bred, and one that adores me: what o' that? Sir And. I was adored once too. Sir To. Let's to bed, knight.—Thou hadst need send for more money. Sir And. If I cannot recover your niece, I am a foul way out. Sir To. Send for money, knight: if thou hast her not i̇' the end, call me cut. Sir And. If I do not, never trust me, take it how you will. Sir To. Come, come; I'll go burn some sack; 't is too late to go to bed now: come, knight; come, knight. [Exeunt. SCENE IV.-A Room in the DUKE's Palace. Enter DUKE, VIOLA, CURIO, and others. Duke. Give me some music :-now, good morrow, Now, good Cesario, but that piece of song, More than light airs and recollected terms Cur. He is not here, so please your lordship, that should sing it. Duke. Who was it? Cur. Feste, the jester, my lord; a fool, that the lady Olivia's father took much delight in. about the house. He is Duke. Seek him out, and play the tune the while. [Exit CURIO.-Music. Come hither, boy: if ever thou shalt love, Where love is throned. Duke. Thou dost speak masterly. My life upon 't, young though thou art, thine eye Hath stayed upon some favour that it loves; Hath it not, boy? Vio. A little, by your favour. Of your complexion. Duke. She is not worth thee then. What years, i' faith? |