you no wit, manners, nor honefty, but to gabble like tinkers at this time of night? Do ye make an ale-house of my lady's house, that ye fqueak out your coziers' catches without any mitigation or remorfe of voice? Is there no respect of place, perfons, nor time in you? Sir To. We did keep time, fir, in our catches, fneakcup. Mal. Sir Toby, I must be round with you. My lady bade me tell you, that, though she harbours you as her kinsman, she's nothing ally'd to your disorders. If you can separate yourself and your misdemeanors, you are welcome to the houfe; if not, an it would please you to take leave of her, fhe is very willing to bid you farewel. Sir To. Farewel, dear heart, fince I must needs be gone. Mal. Nay, good fir Toby. Clo. His eyes do fhew his days are almost done. Sir To. But I will never die. Clo. Sir Toby, there you lie. Mal. This is much credit to you. Sir To. Shall I bid him go? Clo. What an if you do? Sir To. Shall I bid him go, and spare not? Clo. O no, no, no, no, you dare not. Sir To. Out o'time, fir, ye lie-Art any more than a fteward? Doft thou think, because thou art virtuous, there fhall be no more cakes and ale? Clo. Yes, by Saint Anne, and ginger shall be hot i'the mouth too. f coziers']-cobler's, botcher's. & Sneck up!" The prince is a Jack, a freak-cup." HENRY IV, Part I, A&t III, Sc. 3. Fal. virtuous,]-a puritan. Kk 3 Sir Sir To. Thou'rt i'the right.Go, fir, rub your * chain with crums:-A ftoop of wine, Maria!· Mal. Mistress Mary, if you priz'd my lady's favour at any thing more than contempt, you would not give means for this uncivil rule; fhe fhall know of it, by this hand. [Exit. Mar. Go fhake your ears. Sir And. 'Twere as good a deed, as to drink when a man's a hungry, to challenge him to 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 fir Toby, be patient for to night; fince the youth of the count's was to-day with my lady, she is much out of quiet. For Monfieur Malvolio, let me alone with him: if I do not 'gull him into a nayword, and make him a common recreation, do not think I have wit enough to lie ftraight in my bed: I know, I can do it. Sir To. "Poffefs us, poffefs us; tell us fomething of him. Mar. Marry, fir, fometimes 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 exquifite reafon for't, but I have reafon good enough. Mar. The devil a puritan that he is, or any thing constantly but a time-pleafer; an "affection'd afs, that cons ftate without book, and utters it by great fwarths: the kchain]-that's tarnished-a chain was formerly worn by ftewards, as a mark of their fuperiority over the refts of the fervants. kuncivil rule ;]-riotous behaviour. 1 gull him into a nayword,]-convert him into a proverb of reproach. Poffefs us,]-give us a hint of thy defign. MERCHANT OF VENICE, A&I, Sc. 3. Anth. n affection'd afs, that cons ftate without book, fwarths-affected, conceited afs, that ftudies deals it out by wholefale. and utters it by great nothing but pride, and beft beft perfuaded of himself, fo cram'd, as he thinks, with excellencies, 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 obfcure epiftles of love; wherein by the colour of his beard, the shape of his leg, the manner of his gait, the expreffure of his eye, forehead, and complexion, he shall find himself most feelingly perfonated: I can write very like my lady, your niece; on a forgotten matter we can hardly make diftinction of our hands. Sir To. Exellent! I fmell a device. Sir And. I have't in my nose too. Sir To. He fhall think, by the letters that thou wilt drop, that they come from my niece, and that she is in love with him. Mar. My purpose is, indeed, a horse of that colour. Sir And. And your horfe now would make him an ass, Mar. Afs I doubt not. Sir And. O, 'twill be admirable. Mar. Sport royal, I warrant you: I know, my phyfick 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. Farewel. Sir To. Good Night, Penthefilea. Sir And. Before me, fhe's a good wench. [Exit, 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 had'st need send for more money. • the expreffure]-the representation, description. Penthefilea.]-my Amazon. Sir And. If I cannot recover your niece, I am a foul way out. Sir To. Send for money, knight; if thou haft her not i'the end, call me Cut. १ Sir And. If I do not, never truft me, take it how you will. Sir To. Come, come; I'll go burn fome fack, 'tis too late to go to bed now: come, knight; come knight. [Exeunt. Enter Duke, Viola, Curio, and others. Duke. Give me fome mufic:-Now, good morrow, friends: Now, good Cefario, but that piece of fong, Cur. He is not here, so please your lordship that should fing it. Duke. Who was it? Cur. Feste the jester, my lord; a fool, that the lady Olivia's father took much delight in: he is about the house. Duke. Seek him out, and play the tune the while. [Exit Curio. [Mufick. Come hither, boy; If ever thou shalt love, In the fweet pangs of it, remember me: For, fuch as I am, all true lovers are; a Cut.]-Cully. • recollected]-repeated, studied. Unftaid Unftaid and fkittish in all 'motions elfe, Save, in the conftant image of the creature That is belov'd.-How doft thou like this tune? Where love is thron'd. Duke. Thou dost speak masterly: My life upon't, young though thou art, thine eye "Hath stay'd upon fome favour that it loves; Hath it not, boy? Vio. A little by *your favour. Duke. What kind of woman is't? Vio. Of your complexion. Duke. She is not worth thee then. What years, i'faith? Vio. About your years, my lord. Duke. Too old, by heaven; Let still the woman take An elder than herself; fo wears fhe to him, Vio. I think it well, my Lord. Duke. Then let thy love be younger than thyself, motions elfe, fave, in the conftant image]-emotions, tendencies of the mind, except that of conftantly presenting the image. It gives a very echo to the feat where love is thron'd.]-It is in per fect unifon with the heart-ftrings of a lover. "Hath ftay'd upon fome favour that it loves ;]-Hath been fix'd in rapture on fome beauteous face, of which it is ftill enamoured. "your favour.]-equivocally. x worn,-worn out. Re-enter |