Mar. Nay, but fay true, does it work upon him? Sir. To. Like aqua vite with a midwife.

Mar. If you will then fee the fruits of the fport, mark his first approach before my Lady; he will come to her in yellow ftockings, and 'tis a colour fhe abhors; and cross-garter'd, a fashion fhe detefts; and he will fmile upon her, which will now be fo unfuitable to her difpofition, being addicted to a melancholy, as the is, that it cannot but turn him into a notable contempt. If you will fee it, follow me.

Sir To. To the gates of Tartar; thou moft excellent devil of wit!

Sir And. I'll make one too.

[Exeunt.

ACT III. SCENE I.

Olivia's garden.

Enter Viola, and Clown.

Vio. Sive by thy tabor?

AVE thee, friend, and thy mufic. Doft thou

Clo. No, Sir, I live by the church.

Vio. Art thou a churchman ?

Clo. No fuch matter, Sir; I do live by the church; for I do live at my house, and my house doth stand by the church.

Vio. So thou may'ft fay, the King lies by a beggar, if a beggar dwell near him; or the church ftands by thy tabor, if thy tabor ftand by the church.

Clo. You have faid, Sir; to fee this age!—A sentence is but a chev'ril glove * to a good wit; how quickly the wrong fide may be turned outward!

Vio. Nay, that's certain; they that dally nicely with words, may quickly make them wanton.

Clo. I would therefore my fifter had had no name, Șir.

Vio. Why, man?

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Clo. Why, Sir, her name's a word; and to dally with that word, might make my fifter wanton; but

A glove made of a kid's skin.

indeed words are very rafcals, fince bonds difgrace'd them.

Vio. Thy reafon, man?

Clo. Troth, Sir, I can yield you none without words; and words are grown fo false, I am loath to prove reafon with them.

Vio. I warrant thou art a merry fellow, and carest for nothing.

Clo. Not fo, Sir, I do care for fomething; but, in my confcience, Sir, I do not care for you: if 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 fhe be married; and fools are as like husbands, as pilchers are to herrings; the husband's the bigger; I am, indeed, not her fool, but her corrupter of words.

Vio. I faw thee late at the Duke Orfino's.

Clo. Foolery, Sir, does walk about the orb like the fun; it fhines every where, I would be forry, Sir, but the fool fhould be as oft with your mafter, as with my mistress; I think I faw your wisdom there.

Vio. Nay, an thou pass upon me, I'll no more with thee. Hold, there's expences for thee.

[Gives him a piece of money. Clo. Now Jove, in his next commodity of hair, fend thee a beard!

Vio. By my troth, I'll tell thee, I am almoft fick 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. Yes, being kept together, and put to use. Clo. I would play Lord Pandarus of Phrygia, Sir, to bring a Creffida to this Troilus.

Vio. I understand you, Sir, 'tis well begg'd.

Clo. The matter, I hope, is not great, Sir; begging but a beggar. Creffida was a beggar. My Lady is within, Sir, I will confter to them whence you come; who you are, and what you would, is out of my welkin; I might fay, element; but the word is over-worn.

[Exit

Vie

Vio. This fellow is wife enough to play the fool,
And, to do that well, craves a kind of wit:
He must observe their mood on whom he jefts,
The quality of the perfons, and the time;
And, like the haggard, check at every feather
That comes before his eye. This is a practice,
As full of labour as a wife's man's art :
For folly, that he wifely fhews, is fit;

But wife mens' folly-fall'n, quite taints their wit.
SCENE

II.

Enter Sir Toby, and Sir Andrew.

Sir And. Save you, Gentleman.

Vio. And you, Sir.

Sir To. Dieu vous guarde, Monfieur.

Vio. Et vous auffi; votre ferviteur.

Sir To. I hope, Sir, you are; and I am your's.

Will you encounter the houfe? my niece is defirous you fhould enter, if your trade be to her.

Vio. I am bound to your niece, Sir; I mean, fhe is the lift of my voyage.

Sir To. Tafte 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 gate and entrance; but we are prevented.

Enter Olivia and Maria.

Moft excellent accomplish'd Lady, the heav'ns rain odours on you!

Sir And. That youth's a rare courtier ! rain odours? well.

Vio. My matter hath no voice, Lady, but to your own moft pregnant * and vouchfafed ear.

Sir And. Odours, pregnant, and vouchfafed :I'll get 'em all three ready.

Oli. Let the garden-door be fhut, and leave me to my hearing. [Exeunt Sir Toby, Sir Andrew, and Maria.

SCENE

Give me your hand, Sir.

* Pregnant, for ready.

III.

Vie.

Vio. My duty, Madam, and most humble fervice.
Oli. What is your name?

Vio. Cefario is your fervant's name, fair Princefs.
Oli. My fervant, Sir? 'Twas never merry world,
Since lowly feigning was call'd compliment:
Y'are fervant to the Duke Orfino, youth.

Vio. And he is your's, and his must needs be your's: Your fervant's fervant is your fervant, Madam.

Oli. For him, I think not on him: for his thoughts, 'Would they were blanks, rather than fill'd 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.
But would you undertake another fuit,
I'd rather hear you to folicit that,
Than mufic from the fpheres.

Vio. Dear Lady,

Oli. Give me leave, I befeech you: I did fend, After the laft inchantment you did here,

A ring in chace of you.

So did I abufe

Myfelf, my fervant, and, I fear me, you;
Under your hard construction must I fit,

To force that on you in a fhameful cunning,
Which you knew none of your's. What might you
think?

Have you not fet mine honour at the stake,

And baited it with all th' unmuzzl'd thoughts

That tyrranous heart can think? to one of your receiving*

Enough is fhewn; a cyprefs, not a bofom,

Hides my poor

heart. So let us hear you speak.

Vio. I pity you.

Oli. That's a degree to love.

Vio. No, not a grice: for 'tis a vulgar proof,

That very oft we pity enemies.

Oli. Why then, methinks, 'tis time to smile again,

O world, how apt the poor are to be proud!

If one fhould be a prey, how much the better

To fall before the lion, than the wolf! [Clock ftrikes. The clock upbraids me with the wafte of time.

* i, e. to one of your ready apprehenfion.

Be

Be not afraid, good youth, I will not have you;
And yet when wit and youth are come to harvest,
Your wife is like to reap a proper man:
There lies your way, due west.

Vio. Then weftward hoe:

Grace and good difpofition attend your Ladyfhip!
You'll nothing, Madam, to my ord by me?

Oli. Stay; pr'ythee tell me what thou think'ft of me?
Vio. That you do think you are not what you are.
Oli. If I think fo, I think the fame of you..
Vio. Then think you right: I am not what I am.
Oli. I would you were as i would have you be!
Vio. Would it be better, Madam, than I am?
I wifh it might, for now I am your
fool.

Oli. O, what a deal of scorn looks beautiful In the contempt and anger of his lip!

A murd'rous guilt fhews not itself more foon,

Than love that would feem hid: love's night is noon.
Cefario, by the roses of the spring,

By maid-hood, honour, truth, and every thing,
I love thee fo, that, maugre all thy pride,

Nor wit, nor reason, can my paffion hide.
Do not extort thy reafons from this clause,
For that I woo, thou therefore haft no caufe:
But rather reason thus with reason fetter;
Love fought is good, but given unfought is better.
Vio. By innocence I fwear, and by my youth,

I have one heart, one bofom, and one truth,
And that no woman has, nor never none
Shall miftrefs be of it, fave I alone.
And fo adieu, good Madam; never more
Will I my master's tears to you deplore.

Oli. Yet come again; for thou, perhaps, may'ft

move

That heart, which now abhors to like his love.

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SCENE

IV.

[Exeunt.

Changes to an apartment in Olivia's house. Enter Sir Toby, Sir Andrew, and Fabian. Sir And. No, 'faith, I'll not ftay a jot longer. Sir To.

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