92 TWELFTH-NIGHT. that be to care for nothing, sir, I would it would make you invisible. Vio. Art not thou the Lady Olivia's fool? : Clo. No, indeed, sir; the Lady Olivia has no folly she will keep no fool, sir, till she be married; and fools are as like husbands as pilchards are to herrings, the husband's the bigger: I am, indeed, not her fool, but her corrupter of words. Vio. I saw thee late at the Count Orsino's. Clo. Foolery, sir, does walk about the orb; like the sun it shines everywhere. I would be sorry, sir, but the fool should be as oft with your master as with my mistress: I think I saw your wisdom there. Vio. Nay, an thou pass upon me, I'll no more with thee. Hold, there's expenses for thee. [Gives a piece of money. Clo. Now Jove, in his next commodity of hair, send thee a beard! Vio. By my troth, I'll tell thee,-I am almost sick for one; though I would not have it grow on my chin. Is thy lady within ? Clo. Would not a pair of these have bred, sir? Vio. I understand you, sir [gives another piece of money], 't is well begged. Clo. The matter, I hope, is not great, sir, begging but a beggar: Cressida was a beggar. My lady is within, sir. I will construe to them whence you come who you are, and what you would, are out of my welkin,-I might say, element, but the word is overworn. [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, And, like the haggard, check at every feather For folly that he wisely shows, is fit; But wise men folly-fallen, quite taint their wit. Enter Sir TOBY BELCH and Sir ANDREW Sir To. 'Save you, gentleman. Vio. And you, sir. Sir And. Dieu vous garde, monsieur. Vio. Et vous aussi; votre serviteur. Sir And. I hope, sir, you are; and I am yours. Six To Will RON niece is desirous you should enter, if your trade be to her. Vio. I am bound to your niece, sir: I mean, she is the list of my voyage. Sir To. Taste your legs, sir; put them to motion. Vio. My legs do better understand me, sir, than I understand what you mean by bidding me taste my legs. Sir To. I mean, to go, sir, to enter. Vio. I will answer you with gait and entrance: --but we are prevented. Enter OLIVIA and MARIA. Most excellent-accomplished lady, the heavens rain odours on you! Sir And. That youth's a rare courtier. 'Rain odours!'-well. Tio. My matter hath no voice, lady, but to your own most pregnant and vouchsafed ear. Sir And. 'Odours,' 'pregnant,' and 'vouchsafed:' -I'll get 'em all three all ready. Oli. Let the garden door be shut, and leave me to my hearing. [Exeunt Sir TOBY, Sir ANDREW, Dive me your bond sir Oli. What is your name? Vio. Cesario is your servant's name, fair princess. Oli. My servant, sir? 'T was never merry world, Since lowly feigning was called compliment. yours: Your servant's servant is your servant, madam. thoughts, Would they were blanks, rather than filled with me! Vio. Madam, I come to whet your gentle thoughts On his behalf : Oli. O, by your leave, I pray you,― I bade you never speak again of him : Vio. Dear lady, Oli. Give me leave, beseech you. I did send After the last enchantment you did here, A ring in chase of you: so did I abuse Myself, my servant, and, I fear me, you. 96 TWELFTH-NIGHT. Under your hard construction must I sit, To force that on you, in a shameful cunning, Which you think? yours what might you Have you not set mine honour at the stake, And baited it with all the unmuzzled thoughts That tyrannous heart can think? To one of your receiving Enough is shown; a cyprus, not a bosom, Vio. I pity you. Oli. That's a degree to love. Vio. No, not a grise; for 't is a vulgar proof, That very oft we pity enemies. Oli. Why then, methinks, 't is time to smile O world, how apt the poor are to be proud! There lies your way, due west. Vio Then westward-ho!- |