Twelfth Night, or What You Will

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Twelfth Night,
Or What you Will

(Updated text and data: 1 August 2016)

expandMe Act I

expandMe Act I. Scene I. Duke Orsino's palace.

1 - 1:    Act I. Scene I. Duke Orsino's palace.

Enter Duke Orsino, Curio, and other Lords; Musicians attending

1
 

Duke Orsino (1)

If music be the food of love, play on;

Give me excess of it, that, surfeiting,

The appetiteappetite for music may sicken, and so die.

That strainmelody again! it had a dying fallthat part of the tune had an ending:

O, it came o'er my ear like the sweet sound,

That breathes upon a bank of violets,

Stealing and giving odoursweet smell! Enough; no more:

'Tis not so sweet now as it was before.

O spirit of love! how quick and freshlively and eager art thou,

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That notwithstandingin spite of thy capacitycapacity to

ReceivethReceive and hold as much as the sea, nought enters there,

Of what validitysuch value and pitch soe'erhighest excellence what-so-ever,

But falls into abatementdisrepair and dilapidation and low pricea lower value,

Even in a minute: so full of shapesdifferent disquises is fancyis love

That it aloneabove all else is high fantasticalextremely fanciful..

Twelfe Night, Or what you will
Actus Primus, Scaena Prima.

Enter Orsino Duke of Illyria, Curio, and other Lords.

Duke. If Musicke be the food of Loue, play on,

Giue me excesse of it: that surfetting,

The appetite may sicken, and so dye.

That straine agen, it had a dying fall:

O, it came ore my eare, like the sweet sound

That breathes vpon a banke of Violets;

Stealing, and giuing Odour. Enough, no more,

'Tis not so sweet now, as it was before.

O spirit of Loue, how quicke and fresh art thou,

That notwithstanding thy capacitie,

Receiueth as the Sea. Nought enters there,

Of what validity, and pitch so ere,

But falles into abatement, and low price

Euen in a minute; so full of shapes is fancie,

That it alone, is high fantasticall

dying fall. fall: cadence. A musical term signifying the close of a musical passage. Dying: a reduction of sound. KellogTwelfth

fancy, love. Used many times by Shakespeare in this sense.

2
 

Curio (2)

Will you go hunt, my lord?

Cu. Will you go hunt my Lord?

3
 

Duke Orsino (3)

What, Curio?

Du. What Curio?

4
 

Curio (4)

The hart.

Cu. The Hart

5
 

Duke Orsino (5)

Why, so I do, the noblest that I have:

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O, when mine eyes did see Olivia first,

Methought she purged the air of pestilence!

That instant was I turn'd into a hart;

And my desires, like fellsavage and cruel hounds,

E'er since pursue me.

Enter Valentine

How now! what news from her?

Du. Why so I do, the Noblest that I haue:

O when mine eyes did see Oliuia first,

Me thought she purg'd the ayre of pestilence;

That instant was I turn'd into a Hart,

And my desires like fell and cruell hounds,

Ere since pursue me. How now what newes from her?

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Valentine (6)

So please my lord, I might not be admitted;

But from her handmaid do return this answer:

The element itself, till seven years' heat,

Shall not behold her face at ample view;

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But, like a cloistress, she will veiled walk

And water once a day her chamber round

With eye-offending brine: all this to season

A brother's dead love, which she would keep fresh

And lasting in her sad remembrance.

Enter Valentine.

Val. So please my Lord, I might not be admitted,

But from her handmaid do returne this answer:

The Element it selfe, till seuen yeares heate,

Shall not behold her face at ample view:

But like a Cloystresse she will vailed walke,

And water once a day her Chamber round

With eye-offending brine: all this to season

A brothers dead loue, which she would keepe fresh

And lasting, in her sad remembrance

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Duke Orsino (7)

O, she that hath a heart of that fine frame

To pay this debt of love but to a brother,

How will she love, when the rich golden shaft

Hath kill'd the flock of all affections else

That live in her; when liver, brain and heart,

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These sovereign thrones, are all supplied, and fill'd

Her sweet perfections with one self king!

Away before me to sweet beds of flowers:

Love-thoughts lie rich when canopied with bowers.

Exeunt

Du. O she that hath a heart of that fine frame

To pay this debt of loue but to a brother,

How will she loue, when the rich golden shaft

Hath kill'd the flocke of all affections else

That liue in her. When Liuer, Braine, and Heart,

These soueraigne thrones, are all supply'd and fill'd

Her sweete perfections with one selfe king:

Away before me, to sweet beds of Flowres,

Loue-thoughts lye rich, when canopy'd with bowres.

Exeunt.

expandMe Act I. Scene II. The sea-coast.

1 - 2:    >Act I. Scene II. The sea-coast.

Enter Viola, a Captain, and Sailors

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Viola (8)

What country, friends, is this?

Scena Secunda.

Enter Viola, a Captaine, and Saylors.

Vio. What Country (Friends) is this?

9
 

Captain (9)

This is Illyria, lady.

Cap. This is Illyria Ladie

10
 

Viola (10)

And what should I do in Illyria?

My brother he is in Elysium.

Perchance he is not drown'd: what think you, sailors?

Vio. And what should I do in Illyria?

My brother he is in Elizium,

Perchance he is not drown'd: What thinke you saylors?

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Captain (11)

It is perchance that you yourself were saved.

Cap. It is perchance that you your selfe were saued

12
 

Viola (12)

O my poor brother! and so perchance may he be.

Vio. O my poore brother, and so perchance may he be

13
 

Captain (13)

True, madam: and, to comfort you with chance,

Assure yourself, after our ship did split,

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When you and those poor number saved with you

Hung on our driving boat, I saw your brother,

Most provident in peril, bind himself,

Courage and hope both teaching him the practise,

To a strong mast that lived upon the sea;

Where, like Arion on the dolphin's back,

I saw him hold acquaintance with the waves

So long as I could see.

Cap. True Madam, and to comfort you with chance,

Assure your selfe, after our ship did split,

When you, and those poore number saued with you,

Hung on our driuing boate: I saw your brother

Most prouident in perill, binde himselfe,

(Courage and hope both teaching him the practise)

To a strong Maste, that liu'd vpon the sea:

Where like Orion on the Dolphines backe,

I saw him hold acquaintance with the waues,

So long as I could see

14
 

Viola (14)

For saying so, there's gold:

Mine own escape unfoldeth to my hope,

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Whereto thy speech serves for authority,

The like of him. Know'st thou this country?

Vio. For saying so, there's Gold:

Mine owne escape vnfoldeth to my hope,

Whereto thy speech serues for authoritie

The like of him. Know'st thou this Countrey?

15
 

Captain (15)

Ay, madam, well; for I was bred and born

Not three hours' travel from this very place.

Cap. I Madam well, for I was bred and borne

Not three houres trauaile from this very place

16
 

Viola (16)

Who governs here?

Vio. Who gouernes heere?

17
 

Captain (17)

A noble duke, in nature as in name.

Cap. A noble Duke in nature, as in name

18
 

Viola (18)

What is the name?

Vio. What is his name?

19
 

Captain (19)

Orsino.

Cap. Orsino

20
 

Viola (20)

Orsino! I have heard my father name him:

He was a bachelor then.

Vio. Orsino: I haue heard my father name him.

He was a Batchellor then

21
 

Captain (21)

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And so is now, or was so very late;

For but a month ago I went from hence,

And then 'twas fresh in murmur,--as, you know,

What great ones do the less will prattle of,--

That he did seek the love of fair Olivia.

Cap. And so is now, or was so very late:

For but a month ago I went from hence,

And then 'twas fresh in murmure (as you know

What great ones do, the lesse will prattle of,)

That he did seeke the loue of faire Oliuia

22
 

Viola (22)

What's she?

Vio. What's shee?

23
 

Captain (23)

A virtuous maid, the daughter of a count

That died some twelvemonth since, then leaving her

In the protection of his son, her brother,

Who shortly also died: for whose dear love,

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They say, she hath abjured the company

And sight of men.

Cap. A vertuous maid, the daughter of a Count

That dide some tweluemonth since, then leauing her

In the protection of his sonne, her brother,

Who shortly also dide: for whose deere loue

(They say) she hath abiur'd the sight

And company of men

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Viola (24)

O that I served that lady

And might not be delivered to the world,

Till I had made mine own occasion mellow,

What my estate is!

Vio. O that I seru'd that Lady,

And might not be deliuered to the world

Till I had made mine owne occasion mellow

What my estate is

25
 

Captain (25)

That were hard to compass;

Because she will admit no kind of suit,

No, not the duke's.

Cap. That were hard to compasse,

Because she will admit no kinde of suite,

No, not the Dukes

26
 

Viola (26)

There is a fair behavior in thee, captain;

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And though that nature with a beauteous wall

Doth oft close in pollution, yet of thee

I will believe thou hast a mind that suits

With this thy fair and outward character.

I prithee, and I'll pay thee bounteously,

Conceal me what I am, and be my aid

For such disguise as haply shall become

The form of my intent. I'll serve this duke:

Thou shall present me as an eunuch to him:

It may be worth thy pains; for I can sing

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And speak to him in many sorts of music

That will allow meprove me to be very worth his service.

What else may hap to time I will commit;

Only shape thou thy silence to my wit.

Vio. There is a faire behauiour in thee Captaine,

And though that nature, with a beauteous wall

Doth oft close in pollution: yet of thee

I will beleeue thou hast a minde that suites

With this thy faire and outward charracter.

I prethee (and Ile pay thee bounteously)

Conceale me what I am, and be my ayde,

For such disguise as haply shall become

The forme of my intent. Ile serue this Duke,

Thou shalt present me as an Eunuch to him,

It may be worth thy paines: for I can sing,

And speake to him in many sorts of Musicke,

That will allow me very worth his seruice.

What else may hap, to time I will commit,

Onely shape thou thy silence to my wit

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Captain (27)

Be you his eunuch, and your mute I'll be:

When my tongue blabs, then let mine eyes not see.

Cap. Be you his Eunuch, and your Mute Ile bee,

When my tongue blabs, then let mine eyes not see

28
 

Viola (28)

I thank thee: lead me on.

Exeunt

Vio. I thanke thee: Lead me on.

Exeunt.

expandMe Act I. Scene III. Olivia's house.

1 - 3:    Act I. Scene III. Olivia's house.

Enter Sir Toby Belch and Maria

29
 

Sir Toby Belch (29)

What a plague means my niece, to take the death of

her brother thus? I am sure care's an enemy to life.

Scaena Tertia.

Enter Sir Toby, and Maria.

Sir To. What a plague meanes my Neece to take the

death of her brother thus? I am sure care's an enemie to

life

30
 

Maria (30)

By my troth, Sir Toby, you must come in earlier o'

nights: your cousin, my lady, takes great

exceptions to your ill hours.

Mar. By my troth sir Toby, you must come in earlyer

a nights: your Cosin, my Lady, takes great exceptions

to your ill houres

31
 

Sir Toby Belch (31)

Why, let her except, before excepted.

To. Why let her except, before excepted

32
 

Maria (32)

Ay, but you must confine yourself within the modest

limits of order.

Ma. I, but you must confine your selfe within the

modest limits of order

33
 

Sir Toby Belch (33)

Confine! I'll confine myself no finer than I am:

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these clothes are good enough to drink in; and so be

these boots too: an they be not, let them hang

themselves in their own straps.

To. Confine? Ile confine my selfe no finer then I am:

these cloathes are good enough to drinke in, and so bee

these boots too: and they be not, let them hang themselues

in their owne straps

34
 

Maria (34)

That quaffing and drinking will undo you: I heard

my lady talk of it yesterday; and of a foolish

knight that you brought in one night here to be her wooer.

Ma. That quaffing and drinking will vndoe you: I

heard my Lady talke of it yesterday: and of a foolish

knight that you brought in one night here, to be hir woer

35
 

Sir Toby Belch (35)

Who, Sir Andrew Aguecheek?

To. Who, Sir Andrew Ague-cheeke?

36
 

Maria (36)

Ay, he.

Ma. I he

37
 

Sir Toby Belch (37)

He's as tall a man as any's in Illyria.

To. He's as tall a man as any's in Illyria

38
 

Maria (38)

What's that to the purpose?

Ma. What's that to th' purpose?

39
 

Sir Toby Belch (39)

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Why, he has three thousand ducats a year.

To. Why he ha's three thousand ducates a yeare

40
 

Maria (40)

Ay, but he'll have but a year in all these ducats:

he's a very fool and a prodigal.

Ma. I, but hee'l haue but a yeare in all these ducates:

He's a very foole, and a prodigall

41
 

Sir Toby Belch (41)

Fie, that you'll say so! he plays o' the

viol-de-gamboys, and speaks three or four languages

word for word without book, and hath all the good

gifts of nature.

To. Fie, that you'l say so: he playes o'th Viol-de-gamboys,

and speaks three or four languages word for word

without booke, & hath all the good gifts of nature

42
 

Maria (42)

He hath indeed, almost natural: for besides that

he's a fool, he's a great quarreller: and but that

he hath the gift of a coward to allay the gust he

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hath in quarrelling, 'tis thought among the prudent

he would quickly have the gift of a grave.

Ma. He hath indeed, almost naturall: for besides that

he's a foole, he's a great quarreller: and but that hee hath

the gift of a Coward, to allay the gust he hath in quarrelling,

'tis thought among the prudent, he would quickely

haue the gift of a graue

43
 

Sir Toby Belch (43)

By this hand, they are scoundrels and subtractors

that say so of him. Who are they?

Tob. By this hand they are scoundrels and substractors

that say so of him. Who are they?

44
 

Maria (44)

They that add, moreover, he's drunk nightly in your company.

Ma. They that adde moreour, hee's drunke nightly

in your company

45
 

Sir Toby Belch (45)

With drinking healths to my niece: I'll drink to

her as long as there is a passage in my throat and

drink in Illyria: he's a coward and a coystrill

that will not drink to my niece till his brains turn

o' the toe like a parish-top. What, wench!

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Castiliano vulgo! for here comes Sir Andrew Agueface.

To. With drinking healths to my Neece: Ile drinke

to her as long as there is a passage in my throat, & drinke

in Illyria: he's a Coward and a Coystrill that will not

drinke to my Neece, till his braines turne o'th toe, like a

parish top. What wench? Castiliano vulgo: for here coms

Sir Andrew Agueface.

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Enter Sir Andrew

 

Sir Andrew (46)

Sir Toby Belch! how now, Sir Toby Belch!

Enter Sir Andrew.

And. Sir Toby Belch. How now sir Toby Belch?

47
 

Sir Toby Belch (47)

Sweet Sir Andrew!

To. Sweet sir Andrew

48
 

Sir Andrew (48)

Bless you, fair shrew.

And. Blesse you faire Shrew

49
 

Maria (49)

And you too, sir.

Mar. And you too sir

50
 

Sir Toby Belch (50)

AccostApproach herApproach her, Sir Andrew, accost.

Tob. Accost Sir Andrew, accost

51
 

Sir Andrew (51)

What's that?

And. What's that?

52
 

Sir Toby Belch (52)

My niece's chambermaid.

To. My Neeces Chamber-maid

53
 

Sir Andrew (53)

Good Mistress Accost, I desire better acquaintance.

Ma. Good Mistris accost, I desire better acquaintance

54
 

Maria (54)

My name is Mary, sir.

Ma. My name is Mary sir

55
 

Sir Andrew (55)

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Good Mistress Mary Accost,--

And. Good mistris Mary, accost

56
 

Sir Toby Belch (56)

You mistake, knight; 'accost' is front her, boardaddress

her, woo her, assail her.

To. You mistake knight: Accost, is front her, boord

her, woe her, assayle her

57
 

Sir Andrew (57)

By my troth, I would not undertake her in this

company. Is that the meaning of 'accost'?

And. By my troth I would not vndertake her in this

company. Is that the meaning of Accost?

58
 

Maria (58)

Fare you well, gentlemen.

Ma. Far you well Gentlemen

59
 

Sir Toby Belch (59)

An thou let part so, Sir Andrew, would thou mightst

never draw sword again.

To. And thou let part so Sir Andrew, would thou

mightst neuer draw sword agen

60
 

Sir Andrew (60)

An you part so, mistress, I would I might never

draw sword again. Fair lady, do you think you have

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fools in hand?

And. And you part so mistris, I would I might neuer

draw sword agen: Faire Lady, doe you thinke you haue

fooles in hand?

61
 

Maria (61)

Sir, I have not you by the hand.

Ma. Sir, I haue not you by'th hand

62
 

Sir Andrew (62)

Marry, but you shall have; and here's my hand.

An. Marry but you shall haue, and heeres my hand

63
 

Maria (63)

Now, sir, 'thought is free:' I pray you, bring

your hand to the buttery-bar and let it drink.

Ma. Now sir, thought is free: I pray you bring your

hand to'th Buttry barre, and let it drinke

64
 

Sir Andrew (64)

Wherefore, sweet-heart? what's your metaphor?

An. Wherefore (sweet-heart?) What's your Metaphor?

65
 

Maria (65)

It's dry, sir.

Ma. It's dry sir

66
 

Sir Andrew (66)

Why, I think so: I am not such an ass but I can

keep my hand dry. But what's your jest?

And. Why I thinke so: I am not such an asse, but I

can keepe my hand dry. But what's your iest?

67
 

Maria (67)

A dry jest, sir.

Ma. A dry iest Sir

68
 

Sir Andrew (68)

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Are you full of them?

And. Are you full of them?

69
 

Maria (69)

Ay, sir, I have them at my fingers' ends: marry,

now I let go your hand, I am barren.

Exit

Ma. I Sir, I haue them at my fingers ends: marry now

I let go your hand, I am barren.

Exit Maria

70
 

Sir Toby Belch (70)

O knight thou lackest a cup of canary: when did I

see thee so put down?

To. O knight, thou lack'st a cup of Canarie: when did

I see thee so put downe?

71
 

Sir Andrew (71)

Never in your life, I think; unless you see canary

put me down. Methinks sometimes I have no more wit

than a Christian or an ordinary man has: but I am a

great eater of beef and I believe that does harm to my wit.

An. Neuer in your life I thinke, vnlesse you see Canarie

put me downe: mee thinkes sometimes I haue no

more wit then a Christian, or an ordinary man ha's: but I

am a great eater of beefe, and I beleeue that does harme

to my wit

72
 

Sir Toby Belch (72)

No question.

To. No question

73
 

Sir Andrew (73)

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An I thought that, I'ld forswear it. I'll ride home

to-morrow, Sir Toby.

An. And I thought that, I'de forsweare it. Ile ride

home to morrow sir Toby

74
 

Sir Toby Belch (74)

Pourquoi, my dear knight?

To. Pur-quoy my deere knight?

75
 

Sir Andrew (75)

What is 'Pourquoi'? do or not do? I would I had

bestowed that time in the tongues that I have in

fencing, dancing and bear-baiting: O, had I but

followed the arts!

An. What is purquoy? Do, or not do? I would I had

bestowed that time in the tongues, that I haue in fencing

dancing, and beare-bayting: O had I but followed the

Arts

76
 

Sir Toby Belch (76)

Then hadst thou had an excellent head of hair.

To. Then hadst thou had an excellent head of haire

77
 

Sir Andrew (77)

Why, would that have mended my hair?

An. Why, would that haue mended my haire?

78
 

Sir Toby Belch (78)

Past question; for thou seest it will not curl by nature.

To. Past question, for thou seest it will not coole my nature

79
 

Sir Andrew (79)

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But it becomes me well enough, does't not?

An. But it becoms me wel enough, dost not?

80
 

Sir Toby Belch (80)

Excellent; it hangs like flax on a distaff; and I

hope to see a housewife take thee between her legs

and spin it off.

To. Excellent, it hangs like flax on a distaffe: & I hope

to see a huswife take thee between her legs, & spin it off

81
 

Sir Andrew (81)

Faith, I'll home to-morrow, Sir Toby: your niece

will not be seen; or if she be, it's four to one

she'll none of me: the count himself here hard by woos her.

An. Faith Ile home to morrow sir Toby, your niece wil

not be seene, or if she be it's four to one, she'l none of me:

the Count himselfe here hard by, wooes her

82
 

Sir Toby Belch (82)

She'll none o' the count: she'll not match above

her degree, neither in estate, years, nor wit; I

have heard her swear't. Tut, there's life in't,

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man.

To. Shee'l none o'th Count, she'l not match aboue hir

degree, neither in estate, yeares, nor wit: I haue heard her

swear't. Tut there's life in't man

83
 

Sir Andrew (83)

I'll stay a month longer. I am a fellow o' the

strangest mind i' the world; I delight in masques

and revels sometimes altogether.

And. Ile stay a moneth longer. I am a fellow o'th

strangest minde i'th world: I delight in Maskes and Reuels

sometimes altogether

84
 

Sir Toby Belch (84)

Art thou good at these kickshawses, knight?

To. Art thou good at these kicke-chawses Knight?

85
 

Sir Andrew (85)

As any man in Illyria, whatsoever he be, under the

degree of my betters; and yet I will not compare

with an old man.

And. As any man in Illyria, whatsoeuer he be, vnder

the degree of my betters, & yet I will not compare with

an old man

86
 

Sir Toby Belch (86)

What is thy excellence in a galliard, knight?

To. What is thy excellence in a galliard, knight?

87
 

Sir Andrew (87)

Faith, I can cut a caper.

And. Faith, I can cut a caper

88
 

Sir Toby Belch (88)

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And I can cut the mutton to't.

To. And I can cut the Mutton too't

89
 

Sir Andrew (89)

And I think I have the back-trick simply as strong

as any man in Illyria.

And. And I thinke I haue the backe-tricke, simply as

strong as any man in Illyria

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Sir Toby Belch (90)

Wherefore are these things hid? wherefore have

these gifts a curtain before 'em? are they like to

take dust, like Mistress Mall's picture? why dost

thou not go to church in a galliard and come home in

a coranto? My very walk should be a jig; I would not

so much as make water but in a sink-a-pace. What

dost thou mean? Is it a world to hide virtues in?

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I did think, by the excellent constitution of thy

leg, it was formed under the star of a galliard.

To. Wherefore are these things hid? Wherefore haue

these gifts a Curtaine before 'em? Are they like to take

dust, like mistris Mals picture? Why dost thou not goe

to Church in a Galliard, and come home in a Carranto?

My verie walke should be a Iigge: I would not so much

as make water but in a Sinke-a-pace: What dooest thou

meane? Is it a world to hide vertues in? I did thinke by

the excellent constitution of thy legge, it was form'd vnder

the starre of a Galliard

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Sir Andrew (91)

Ay, 'tis strong, and it does indifferent well in a

flame-coloured stock. Shall we set about some revels?

And. I, 'tis strong, and it does indifferent well in a

dam'd colour'd stocke. Shall we sit about some Reuels?

92
 

Sir Toby Belch (92)

What shall we do else? were we not born under Taurus?

To. What shall we do else: were we not borne vnder

Taurus?

93
 

Sir Andrew (93)

Taurus! That's sides and heart.

And. Taurus? That sides and heart

94
 

Sir Toby Belch (94)

No, sir; it is legs and thighs. Let me see the

caper; ha! higher: ha, ha! excellent!

Exeunt

To. No sir, it is leggs and thighes: let me see thee caper.

Ha, higher: ha, ha, excellent.

Exeunt.

expandMe Act I. Scene IV. Duke Orsino's palace.

1 - 4:    Act I. Scene IV. Duke Orsino's palace.

Enter Valentine and Viola in man's attire

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Valentine (95)

If the duke continue these favours towards you,

Cesario, you are like to be much advanced: he hath

known you but three days, and already you are no stranger.

Scena Quarta.

Enter Valentine, and Viola in mans attire.

Val. If the Duke continue these fauours towards you

Cesario, you are like to be much aduanc'd, he hath known

you but three dayes, and already you are no stranger

96
 

Viola (96)

You either fear his humour or my negligence, that

you call in question the continuance of his love:

is he inconstant, sir, in his favours?

Vio. You either feare his humour, or my negligence,

that you call in question the continuance of his loue. Is

he inconstant sir, in his fauours

97
 

Valentine (97)

No, believe me.

Val. No beleeue me.

98
 

Viola (98)

I thank you. Here comes the count.

Enter Duke, Curio, and Attendants.

Vio. I thanke you: heere comes the Count

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Enter Duke Orsino, Curio, and attendants

 

Duke Orsino (99)

Who saw Cesario, ho?

Duke. Who saw Cesario hoa?

100
 

Viola (100)

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On your attendance, my lord; here.

Vio. On your attendance my Lord heere

101
 

Duke Orsino (101)

Stand you a while aloof, Cesario,

Thou know'st no less but all; I have unclasp'd

To thee the book even of my secret soul:

Therefore, good youth, address thy gait unto her;

Be not denied access, stand at her doors,

And tell them, there thy fixed foot shall grow

Till thou have audience.

Du. Stand you a-while aloofe. Cesario,

Thou knowst no lesse, but all: I haue vnclasp'd

To thee the booke euen of my secret soule.

Therefore good youth, addresse thy gate vnto her,

Be not deni'de accesse, stand at her doores,

And tell them, there thy fixed foot shall grow

Till thou haue audience

102
 

Viola (102)

Sure, my noble lord,

If she be so abandon'd to her sorrow

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As it is spoke, she never will admit me.

Vio. Sure my Noble Lord,

If she be so abandon'd to her sorrow

As it is spoke, she neuer will admit me

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Duke Orsino (103)

Be clamorous and leap all civil bounds

Rather than make unprofited return.

Du. Be clamorous, and leape all ciuill bounds,

Rather then make vnprofited returne,

104
 

Viola (104)

Say I do speak with her, my lord, what then?

Vio. Say I do speake with her (my Lord) what then?

105
 

Duke Orsino (105)

O, then unfold the passion of my love,

Surprise her with discourse of my dear faith:

It shall become thee well to act my woes;

She will attend it better in thy youth

Than in a nuncio's of more grave aspect.

Du. O then, vnfold the passion of my loue,

Surprize her with discourse of my deere faith;

It shall become thee well to act my woes:

She will attend it better in thy youth,

Then in a Nuntio's of more graue aspect

106
 

Viola (106)

I think not so, my lord.

Vio. I thinke not so, my Lord

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Duke Orsino (107)

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Dear lad, believe it;

For they shall yet belie thy happy years,

That say thou art a man: Diana's lip

Is not more smooth and rubious; thy small pipe

Is as the maiden's organ, shrill and sound,

And all is semblative a woman's part.

I know thy constellation is right apt

For this affair. Some four or five attend him;

All, if you will; for I myself am best

When least in company. Prosper well in this,

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And thou shalt live as freely as thy lord,

To call his fortunes thine.

Du. Deere Lad, beleeue it;

For they shall yet belye thy happy yeeres,

That say thou art a man: Dianas lip

Is not more smooth, and rubious: thy small pipe

Is as the maidens organ, shrill, and sound,

And all is semblatiue a womans part.

I know thy constellation is right apt

For this affayre: some foure or fiue attend him,

All if you will: for I my selfe am best

When least in companie: prosper well in this,

And thou shalt liue as freely as thy Lord,

To call his fortunes thine

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Viola (108)

I'll do my best

To woo your lady:

Aside

yet, a barful strifedifficult employment!

Whoe'er I woo, myself would be his wife.

Exeunt

Vio. Ile do my best

To woe your Lady: yet a barrefull strife,

Who ere I woe, my selfe would be his wife.

Exeunt.

expandMe Act I. Scene V. Olivia's house.

1 - 5:    Act I. Scene V. Olivia's house.

Enter Maria and Clown

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Maria (109)

Nay, either tell me where thou hast been, or I will

not open my lips so wide as a bristle may enter in

way of thy excuse: my lady will hang thee for thy absence.

Scena Quinta.

Enter Maria, and Clowne.

Ma. Nay, either tell me where thou hast bin, or I will

not open my lippes so wide as a brissle may enter, in way

of thy excuse: my Lady will hang thee for thy absence

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Clown (110)

Let her hang me: he that is well hanged in this

world needs to fear no colours.

Clo. Let her hang me: hee that is well hang'de in this

world, needs to feare no colours

111
 

Maria (111)

Make that good.

Ma. Make that good

112
 

Clown (112)

He shall see none to fear.

Clo. He shall see none to feare

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Maria (113)

A good lenten answer: I can tell thee where that

saying was born, of 'I fear no colours.'

Ma. A good lenton answer: I can tell thee where y

saying was borne, of I feare no colours

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Clown (114)

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Where, good Mistress Mary?

Clo. Where good mistris Mary?

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Maria (115)

In the wars; and that may you be bold to say in your foolery.

Ma. In the warrs, & that may you be bolde to say in

your foolerie

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Clown (116)

Well, God give them wisdom that have it; and those

that are fools, let them use their talents.

Clo. Well, God giue them wisedome that haue it: &

those that are fooles, let them vse their talents

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Maria (117)

Yet you will be hanged for being so long absent; or,

to be turned away, is not that as good as a hanging to you?

Ma. Yet you will be hang'd for being so long absent,

or to be turn'd away: is not that as good as a hanging to

you?

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Clown (118)

Many a good hanging prevents a bad marriage; and,

for turning away, let summer bear it out.

Clo. Many a good hanging, preuents a bad marriage:

and for turning away, let summer beare it out

119
 

Maria (119)

You are resolute, then?

Ma. You are resolute then?

120
 

Clown (120)

Not so, neither; but I am resolved on two points.

Clo. Not so neyther, but I am resolu'd on two points

121
 

Maria (121)

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That if one break, the other will hold; or, if both

break, your gaskins fall.

Ma. That if one breake, the other will hold: or if both

breake, your gaskins fall

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Clown (122)

Apt, in good faith; very apt. Well, go thy way; if

Sir Toby would leave drinking, thou wert as witty a

piece of Eve's flesh as any in Illyria.

Clo. Apt in good faith, very apt: well go thy way, if

sir Toby would leaue drinking, thou wert as witty a piece

of Eues flesh, as any in Illyria

123
 

Maria (123)

Peace, you rogue, no more o' that. Here comes my

lady: make your excuse wisely, you were best.

Exit

Ma. Peace you rogue, no more o'that: here comes my

Lady: make your excuse wisely, you were best.

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Clown (124)

Wit, an't be thy will, put me into good fooling!

Those wits, that think they have thee, do very oft

prove fools; and I, that am sure I lack thee, may

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pass for a wise man: for what says Quinapalus?

'Better a witty fool, than a foolish wit.'

Enter Olivia with Malvolio

God bless thee, lady!

Enter Lady Oliuia, with Maluolio.

Clo. Wit, and't be thy will, put me into good fooling:

those wits that thinke they haue thee, doe very oft proue

fooles: and I that am sure I lacke thee, may passe for a

wise man. For what saies Quinapalus, Better a witty foole,

then a foolish wit. God blesse thee Lady

125
 

Olivia (125)

Take the fool away.

Ol. Take the foole away

126
 

Clown (126)

Do you not hear, fellows? Take away the lady.

Clo. Do you not heare fellowes, take away the Ladie

127
 

Olivia (127)

Go to, you're a dry fool; I'll no more of you:

besides, you grow dishonest.

Ol. Go too, y'are a dry foole: Ile no more of you: besides

you grow dis-honest

128
 

Clown (128)

Two faults, madonna, that drink and good counsel

will amend: for give the dry fool drink, then is

the fool not dry: bid the dishonest man mend

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himself; if he mend, he is no longer dishonest; if

he cannot, let the botcherclumsy workman mend him. Any thing

that's mended is but patched: virtue that

transgresses is but patched with sin; and sin that

amends is but patched with virtue. If that this

simple syllogism will serve, so; if it will not,

what remedy? As there is no true cuckold but

calamity, so beauty's a flower. The lady bade take

away the fool; therefore, I say again, take her away.

Clo. Two faults Madona, that drinke & good counsell

wil amend: for giue the dry foole drink, then is the foole

not dry: bid the dishonest man mend himself, if he mend,

he is no longer dishonest; if hee cannot, let the Botcher

mend him: any thing that's mended, is but patch'd: vertu

that transgresses, is but patcht with sinne, and sin that amends,

is but patcht with vertue. If that this simple

Sillogisme will serue, so: if it will not, what remedy?

As there is no true Cuckold but calamity, so beauties a

flower; The Lady bad take away the foole, therefore I

say againe, take her away

129
 

Olivia (129)

Sir, I bade them take away you.

Ol. Sir, I bad them take away you

130
 

Clown (130)

50

Misprision in the highest degree! Lady, cucullus non

facit monachum; that's as much to say as I wear not

motley in my brain. Good madonna, give me leave to

prove you a fool.

Clo. Misprision in the highest degree. Lady, Cucullus

non facit monachum: that's as much to say, as I weare not

motley in my braine: good Madona, giue mee leaue to

proue you a foole

131
 

Olivia (131)

Can you do it?

Ol. Can you do it?

132
 

Clown (132)

Dexterously, good madonna.

Clo. Dexteriously, good Madona

133
 

Olivia (133)

Make your proof.

Ol. Make your proofe

134
 

Clown (134)

I must catechise you for it, madonna: good my mouse

of virtue, answer me.

Clo. I must catechize you for it Madona, Good my

Mouse of vertue answer mee

135
 

Olivia (135)

Well, sir, for want of other idleness, I'll bide your proof.

Ol. Well sir, for want of other idlenesse, Ile bide your

proofe

136
 

Clown (136)

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Good madonna, why mournest thou?

Clo. Good Madona, why mournst thou?

137
 

Olivia (137)

Good fool, for my brother's death.

Ol. Good foole, for my brothers death

138
 

Clown (138)

I think his soul is in hell, madonna.

Clo. I thinke his soule is in hell, Madona

139
 

Olivia (139)

I know his soul is in heaven, fool.

Ol. I know his soule is in heauen, foole

140
 

Clown (140)

The more fool, madonna, to mourn for your brother's

soul being in heaven. Take away the fool, gentlemen.

Clo. The more foole (Madona) to mourne for your

Brothers soule, being in heauen. Take away the Foole,

Gentlemen

141
 

Olivia (141)

What think you of this fool, Malvolio? doth he not mend?

Ol. What thinke you of this foole Maluolio, doth he

not mend?

142
 

Malvolio (142)

Yes, and shall do till the pangs of death shake him:

infirmity, that decays the wise, doth ever make the

better fool.

Mal. Yes, and shall do, till the pangs of death shake

him: Infirmity that decaies the wise, doth euer make the

better foole

143
 

Clown (143)

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God send you, sir, a speedy infirmity, for the

better increasing your folly! Sir Toby will be

sworn that I am no fox; but he will not pass his

word for two pence that you are no fool.

Clow. God send you sir, a speedie Infirmity, for the

better increasing your folly: Sir Toby will be sworn that

I am no Fox, but he wil not passe his word for two pence

that you are no Foole

144
 

Olivia (144)

How say you to that, Malvolio?

Ol. How say you to that Maluolio?

145
 

Malvolio (145)

I marvel your ladyship takes delight in such a

barrenwitless and foolish rascal: I saw him put down the other day

with an ordinary fool that has no more brain

than a stone. Look you now, he's out of his guard

already; unless you laugh and minister occasion to

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him, he is gagged. I protest, I take these wise men,

that crow so at these set kind of fools, no better

than the fools' zanies.

Mal. I maruell your Ladyship takes delight in such

a barren rascall: I saw him put down the other day, with

an ordinary foole, that has no more braine then a stone.

Looke you now, he's out of his gard already: vnles you

laugh and minister occasion to him, he is gag'd. I protest

I take these Wisemen, that crow so at these set kinde of

fooles, no better then the fooles Zanies

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Olivia (146)

Oh, you are sick of self-love, Malvolio, and taste

with a distempered appetite. To be generous,

guiltless and of free disposition, is to take those

things for bird-bolts that you deem cannon-bullets:

there is no slander in an allowed fool, though he do

nothing but rail; nor no railing in a known discreet

man, though he do nothing but reprove.

Ol. O you are sicke of selfe-loue Maluolio, and taste

with a distemper'd appetite. To be generous, guiltlesse,

and of free disposition, is to take those things for Bird-bolts,

that you deeme Cannon bullets: There is no slander

in an allow'd foole, though he do nothing but rayle;

nor no rayling, in a knowne discreet man, though hee do

nothing but reproue

147
 

Clown (147)

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Now Mercury endue thee with leasing, for thou

speakest well of fools!

Clo. Now Mercury indue thee with leasing, for thou

speak'st well of fooles.

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Enter Maria

 

Maria (148)

Madam, there is at the gate a young gentleman much

desires to speak with you.

Enter Maria.

Mar. Madam, there is at the gate, a young Gentleman,

much desires to speake with you

149
 

Olivia (149)

From the Count Orsino, is it?

Ol. From the Count Orsino, is it?

150
 

Maria (150)

I know not, madam: 'tis a fair young man, and well attended.

Ma. I know not (Madam) 'tis a faire young man, and

well attended

151
 

Olivia (151)

Who of my people hold him in delay?

Ol. Who of my people hold him in delay?

152
 

Maria (152)

Sir Toby, madam, your kinsman.

Ma. Sir Toby Madam, your kinsman

153
 

Olivia (153)

Fetch him off, I pray you; he speaks nothing but

madman: fie on him!

Exit Maria

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Go you, Malvolio: if it be a suit from the count, I

am sick, or not at home; what you will, to dismiss it.

Exit Malvolio

Now you see, sir, how your fooling grows old, and

people dislike it.

Ol. Fetch him off I pray you, he speakes nothing but

madman: Fie on him. Go you Maluolio; If it be a suit

from the Count, I am sicke, or not at home. What you

will, to dismisse it.

Exit Maluo.

Now you see sir, how your fooling growes old, & people

dislike it

154
 

Clown (154)

Thou hast spoke for us, madonna, as if thy eldest

son should be a fool; whose skull Jove cram with

brains! for,--here he comes,--one of thy kin has a

most weak pia mater.

Clo. Thou hast spoke for vs (Madona) as if thy eldest

sonne should be a foole: whose scull, Ioue cramme with

braines, for heere he comes.

Enter Sir Toby.

One of thy kin has a most weake Pia-mater

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Enter Sir Toby Belch

 

Olivia (155)

By mine honour, half drunk. What is he at the gate, cousin?

Ol. By mine honor halfe drunke. What is he at the

gate Cosin?

156
 

Sir Toby Belch (156)

A gentleman.

To. A Gentleman

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Olivia (157)

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A gentleman! what gentleman?

Ol. A Gentleman? What Gentleman?

158
 

Sir Toby Belch (158)

'Tis a gentle man here--a plague o' these

pickle-herring! How now, sot!

To. 'Tis a Gentleman heere. A plague o'these pickle

herring: How now Sot

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Clown (159)

Good Sir Toby!

Clo. Good Sir Toby

160
 

Olivia (160)

Cousin, cousin, how have you come so early by this lethargy?

Ol. Cosin, Cosin, how haue you come so earely by

this Lethargie?

161
 

Sir Toby Belch (161)

Lechery! I defy lechery. There's one at the gate.

To. Letcherie, I defie Letchery: there's one at the

gate

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Olivia (162)

Ay, marry, what is he?

Ol. I marry, what is he?

163
 

Sir Toby Belch (163)

Let him be the devil, an he will, I care not: give

me faith, say I. Well, it's all one.

Exit

To. Let him be the diuell and he will, I care not: giue

me faith say I. Well, it's all one.

Exit

164
 

Olivia (164)

What's a drunken man like, fool?

Ol. What's a drunken man like, foole?

165
 

Clown (165)

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Like a drowned man, a fool and a mad man: one

draught above heat makes him a fool; the second mads

him; and a third drowns him.

Clo. Like a drown'd man, a foole, and a madde man:

One draught aboue heate, makes him a foole, the second

maddes him, and a third drownes him

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Olivia (166)

Go thou and seek the crowner, and let him sit o' my

coz; for he's in the third degree of drink, he's

drowned: go, look after him.

Ol. Go thou and seeke the Crowner, and let him sitte

o'my Coz: for he's in the third degree of drinke: hee's

drown'd: go looke after him

167
 

Clown (167)

He is but mad yet, madonna; and the fool shall look

to the madman.

Exit

Clo. He is but mad yet Madona, and the foole shall

looke to the madman.

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Enter Malvolio

 

Malvolio (168)

Madam, yond young fellow swears he will speak with

you. I told him you were sick; he takes on him to

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understand so much, and therefore comes to speak

with you. I told him you were asleep; he seems to

have a foreknowledge of that too, and therefore

comes to speak with you. What is to be said to him,

lady? he's fortified against any denial.

Enter Maluolio.

Mal. Madam, yond young fellow sweares hee will

speake with you. I told him you were sicke, he takes on

him to vnderstand so much, and therefore comes to speak

with you. I told him you were asleepe, he seems to haue

a fore knowledge of that too, and therefore comes to

speake with you. What is to be said to him Ladie, hee's

fortified against any deniall

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Olivia (169)

Tell him he shall not speak with me.

Ol. Tell him, he shall not speake with me

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Malvolio (170)

Has been told so; and he says, he'll stand at your

door like a sheriff's post, and be the supporter to

a bench, but he'll speak with you.

Mal. Ha's beene told so: and hee sayes hee'l stand at

your doore like a Sheriffes post, and be the supporter to

a bench, but hee'l speake with you

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Olivia (171)

What kind o' man is he?

Ol. What kinde o'man is he?

172
 

Malvolio (172)

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Why, of mankind.

Mal. Why of mankinde

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Olivia (173)

What manner of man?

Ol. What manner of man?

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Malvolio (174)

Of very ill manner; he'll speak with you, will you or no.

Mal. Of verie ill manner: hee'l speake with you, will

you, or no

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Olivia (175)

Of what personage and years is he?

Ol. Of what personage, and yeeres is he?

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Malvolio (176)

Not yet old enough for a man, nor young enough for

a boy; as a squash is before 'tis a peascod, or a

cooling when 'tis almost an apple: 'tis with him

in standing water, between boy and man. He is very

well-favoured and he speaks very shrewishly; one

would think his mother's milk were scarce out of him.

Mal. Not yet old enough for a man, nor yong enough

for a boy: as a squash is before tis a pescod, or a Codling

when tis almost an Apple: Tis with him in standing water,

betweene boy and man. He is verie well-fauour'd,

and he speakes verie shrewishly: One would thinke his

mothers milke were scarse out of him

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Olivia (177)

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Let him approach: call in my gentlewoman.

Ol. Let him approach: Call in my Gentlewoman

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Malvolio (178)

Gentlewoman, my lady calls.

Exit

Mal. Gentlewoman, my Lady calles.

Exit.

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Enter Maria

 

Olivia (179)

Give me my veil: come, throw it o'er my face.

We'll once more hear Orsino's embassy.

Enter Maria.

Ol. Giue me my vaile: come throw it ore my face,

Wee'l once more heare Orsinos Embassie.

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Enter Viola, and attendants

 

Viola (180)

The honourable lady of the house, which is she?

Enter Violenta.

Vio. The honorable Ladie of the house, which is she?

181
 

Olivia (181)

Speak to me; I shall answer for her.

Your will?

Ol. Speake to me, I shall answer for her: your will

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Viola (182)

Most radiant, exquisite and unmatchable beauty,--I

pray you, tell me if this be the lady of the house,

for I never saw her: I would be loath to cast away

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my speech, for besides that it is excellently well

penned, I have taken great pains to con it. Good

beauties, let me sustain no scorn; I am very

comptible, even to the least sinister usage.

Vio. Most radiant, exquisite, and vnmatchable beautie.

I pray you tell me if this bee the Lady of the house,

for I neuer saw her. I would bee loath to cast away my

speech: for besides that it is excellently well pend, I haue

taken great paines to con it. Good Beauties, let mee sustaine

no scorne; I am very comptible, euen to the least

sinister vsage

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Olivia (183)

Whence came you, sir?

Ol. Whence came you sir?

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Viola (184)

I can say little more than I have studied, and that

question's out of my part. Good gentle one, give me

modest assurance if you be the lady of the house,

that I may proceed in my speech.

Vio. I can say little more then I haue studied, & that

question's out of my part. Good gentle one, giue mee

modest assurance, if you be the Ladie of the house, that | I

may proceede in my speech

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Olivia (185)

Are you a comedian?

Ol. Are you a Comedian?

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Viola (186)

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No, my profound heart: and yet, by the very fangs

of malice I swear, I am not that I play. Are you

the lady of the house?

Vio. No my profound heart: and yet (by the verie

phangs of malice, I sweare) I am not that I play. Are you

the Ladie of the house?

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Olivia (187)

If I do not usurp myself, I am.

Ol. If I do not vsurpe my selfe, I am

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Viola (188)

Most certain, if you are she, you do usurp

yourself; for what is yours to bestow is not yours

to reserve. But this is from my commission: I will

on with my speech in your praise, and then show you

the heart of my message.

Vio. Most certaine, if you are she, you do vsurp your

selfe: for what is yours to bestowe, is, not yours to reserue.

But this is from my Commission: I will on with

my speech in your praise, and then shew you the heart of

my message

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Olivia (189)

Come to what is important in't: I forgive you the praise.

Ol. Come to what is important in't: I forgiue you

the praise

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Viola (190)

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Alas, I took great pains to study it, and 'tis poetical.

Vio. Alas, I tooke great paines to studie it, and 'tis

Poeticall

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Olivia (191)

It is the more like to be feigned: I pray you,

keep it in. I heard you were saucy at my gates,

and allowed your approach rather to wonder at you

than to hear you. If you be not mad, be gone; if

you have reason, be brief: 'tis not that time of

moon with me to make one in so skipping a dialogue.

Ol. It is the more like to be feigned, I pray you keep

it in. I heard you were sawcy at my gates, & allowd your

approach rather to wonder at you, then to heare you. If

you be not mad, be gone: if you haue reason, be breefe:

'tis not that time of Moone with me, to make one in so

skipping a dialogue

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Maria (192)

Will you hoist sail, sir? here lies your way.

Ma. Will you hoyst sayle sir, here lies your way

193
 

Viola (193)

No, good swabber; I am to hull here a little

longer. Some mollification for your giant, sweet

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lady. Tell me your mind: I am a messenger.

Vio. No good swabber, I am to hull here a little longer.

Some mollification for your Giant, sweete Ladie;

tell me your minde, I am a messenger

194
 

Olivia (194)

Sure, you have some hideous matter to deliver, when

the courtesy of it is so fearful. Speak your office.

Ol. Sure you haue some hiddeous matter to deliuer,

when the curtesie of it is so fearefull. Speake your office

195
 

Viola (195)

It alone concerns your ear. I bring no overture of

war, no taxation of homage: I hold the olive in my

hand; my words are as fun of peace as matter.

Vio. It alone concernes your eare: I bring no ouerture

of warre, no taxation of homage; I hold the Olyffe

in my hand: my words are as full of peace, as matter

196
 

Olivia (196)

Yet you began rudely. What are you? what would you?

Ol. Yet you began rudely. What are you?

What would you?

197
 

Viola (197)

The rudeness that hath appeared in me have I

learned from my entertainment. What I am, and what I

would, are as secret as maidenhead; to your ears,

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divinity, to any other's, profanation.

Vio. The rudenesse that hath appear'd in mee, haue I

learn'd from my entertainment. What I am, and what I

would, are as secret as maiden-head: to your eares, Diuinity;

to any others, prophanation

198
 

Olivia (198)

Give us the place alone: we will hear this divinity.

Exeunt Maria and attendants

Now, sir, what is your text?

Ol. Giue vs the place alone,

We will heare this diuinitie. Now sir, what is your text?

199
 

Viola (199)

Most sweet lady,--

Vio. Most sweet Ladie

200
 

Olivia (200)

A comfortable doctrine, and much may be said of it.

Where lies your text?

Ol. A comfortable doctrine, and much may bee saide

of it. Where lies your Text?

201
 

Viola (201)

In Orsino's bosom.

Vio. In Orsinoes bosome

202
 

Olivia (202)

In his bosom! In what chapter of his bosom?

Ol. In his bosome? In what chapter of his bosome?

203
 

Viola (203)

To answer by the method, in the first of his heart.

Vio. To answer by the method, in the first of his hart

204
 

Olivia (204)

O, I have read it: it is heresy. Have you no more to say?

Ol. O, I haue read it: it is heresie. Haue you no more

to say?

205
 

Viola (205)

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Good madam, let me see your face.

Vio. Good Madam, let me see your face

206
 

Olivia (206)

Have you any commission from your lord to negotiate

with my face? You are now out of your text: but

we will draw the curtain and show you the picture.

Look you, sir, such a one I was this present: is't

not well done?

Unveiling

Ol. Haue you any Commission from your Lord, to

negotiate with my face: you are now out of your Text:

but we will draw the Curtain, and shew you the picture.

Looke you sir, such a one I was this present: Ist not well

done?

207
 

Viola (207)

Excellently done, if God did all.

Vio. Excellently done, if God did all

208
 

Olivia (208)

'Tis in grain, sir; 'twill endure wind and weather.

Ol. 'Tis in graine sir, 'twill endure winde and weather

209
 

Viola (209)

'Tis beauty truly blent, whose red and white

Nature's own sweet and cunning hand laid on:

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Lady, you are the cruell'st she alive,

If you will lead these graces to the grave

And leave the world no copy.

Vio. Tis beauty truly blent, whose red and white,

Natures owne sweet, and cunning hand laid on:

Lady, you are the cruell'st shee aliue,

If you will leade these graces to the graue,

And leaue the world no copie

210
 

Olivia (210)

O, sir, I will not be so hard-hearted; I will give

out divers schedules of my beauty: it shall be

inventoried, and every particle and utensil

labelled to my will: as, item, two lips,

indifferent red; item, two grey eyes, with lids to

them; item, one neck, one chin, and so forth. Were

you sent hither to praise me?

Ol. O sir, I will not be so hard-hearted: I will giue

out diuers scedules of my beautie. It shalbe Inuentoried

and euery particle and vtensile labell'd to my will: As,

Item two lippes indifferent redde, Item two grey eyes,

with lids to them: Item, one necke, one chin, & so forth.

Were you sent hither to praise me?

211
 

Viola (211)

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I see you what you are, you are too proud;

But, if you were the devil, you are fair.

My lord and master loves you: O, such love

Could be but recompensed, though you were crown'd

The nonpareil of beauty!

Vio. I see you what you are, you are too proud:

But if you were the diuell, you are faire:

My Lord, and master loues you: O such loue

Could be but recompenc'd, though you were crown'd

The non-pareil of beautie

212
 

Olivia (212)

How does he love me?

Ol. How does he loue me?

213
 

Viola (213)

With adorations, fertile tears,

With groans that thunder love, with sighs of fire.

Vio. With adorations, fertill teares,

With groanes that thunder loue, with sighes of fire

214
 

Olivia (214)

Your lord does know my mind; I cannot love him:

Yet I suppose him virtuous, know him noble,

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Of great estate, of fresh and stainless youth;

In voices well divulged, free, learn'd and valiant;

And in dimension and the shape of nature

A gracious person: but yet I cannot love him;

He might have took his answer long ago.

Ol. Your Lord does know my mind, I cannot loue him

Yet I suppose him vertuous, know him noble,

Of great estate, of fresh and stainlesse youth;

In voyces well divulg'd, free, learn'd, and valiant,

And in dimension, and the shape of nature,

A gracious person; But yet I cannot loue him:

He might haue tooke his answer long ago

215
 

Viola (215)

If I did love you in my master's flame,

With such a suffering, such a deadly life,

In your denial I would find no sense;

I would not understand it.

Vio. If I did loue you in my masters flame,

With such a suffring, such a deadly life:

In your deniall, I would finde no sence,

I would not vnderstand it

216
 

Olivia (216)

Why, what would you?

Ol. Why, what would you?

217
 

Viola (217)

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Make me a willow cabin at your gate,

And call upon my soul within the house;

Write loyal cantons of contemned love

And sing them loud even in the dead of night;

Halloo your name to the reverberate hills

And make the babbling gossip of the air

Cry out 'Olivia!' O, You should not rest

Between the elements of air and earth,

But you should pity me!

Vio. Make me a willow Cabine at your gate,

And call vpon my soule within the house,

Write loyall Cantons of contemned loue,

And sing them lowd euen in the dead of night:

Hallow your name to the reuerberate hilles,

And make the babling Gossip of the aire,

Cry out Oliuia: O you should not rest

Betweene the elements of ayre, and earth,

But you should pittie me

218
 

Olivia (218)

You might do much.

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What is your parentage?

Ol. You might do much:

What is your Parentage?

219
 

Viola (219)

Above my fortunes, yet my state is well:

I am a gentleman.

Vio. Aboue my fortunes, yet my state is well:

I am a Gentleman

220
 

Olivia (220)

Get you to your lord;

I cannot love him: let him send no more;

Unless, perchance, you come to me again,

To tell me how he takes it. Fare you well:

I thank you for your pains: spend this for me.

Ol. Get you to your Lord:

I cannot loue him: let him send no more,

Vnlesse (perchance) you come to me againe,

To tell me how he takes it: Fare you well:

I thanke you for your paines: spend this for mee

221
 

Viola (221)

I am no fee'd post, lady; keep your purse:

My master, not myself, lacks recompense.

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Love make his heart of flint that you shall love;

And let your fervor, like my master's, be

Placed in contempt! Farewell, fair cruelty.

Exit

Vio. I am no feede poast, Lady; keepe your purse,

My Master, not my selfe, lackes recompence.

Loue make his heart of flint, that you shal loue,

And let your feruour like my masters be,

Plac'd in contempt: Farwell fayre crueltie.

Exit

222
 

Olivia (222)

'What is your parentage?'

'Above my fortunes, yet my state is well:

I am a gentleman.' I'll be sworn thou art;

Thy tongue, thy face, thy limbs, actions and spirit,

Do give thee five-fold blazoncoat-of-arms: not too fast:

soft, soft!

Unless the master were the man. How now!

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Even so quickly may one catch the plague?

Methinks I feel this youth's perfections

With an invisible and subtle stealth

To creep in at mine eyes. Well, let it be.

What ho, Malvolio!

Ol. What is your Parentage?

Aboue my fortunes, yet my state is well;

I am a Gentleman. Ile be sworne thou art,

Thy tongue, thy face, thy limbes, actions, and spirit,

Do giue thee fiue-fold blazon: not too fast: soft, soft,

Vnlesse the Master were the man. How now?

Euen so quickly may one catch the plague?

Me thinkes I feele this youths perfections

With an inuisible, and subtle stealth

To creepe in at mine eyes. Well, let it be.

What hoa, Maluolio.

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Enter Malvolio

 

Malvolio (223)

Here, madam, at your service.

Enter Maluolio.

Mal. Heere Madam, at your seruice

224
 

Olivia (224)

Run after that same peevish messenger,

The county's man: he left this ring behind him,

Would I or not: tell him I'll none of it.

Desire him not to flatter with his lord,

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Nor hold him up with hopes; I am not for him:

If that the youth will come this way to-morrow,

I'll give him reasons for't: hie thee, Malvolio.

Ol. Run after that same peeuish Messenger

The Countes man: he left this Ring behinde him

Would I, or not: tell him, Ile none of it.

Desire him not to flatter with his Lord,

Nor hold him vp with hopes, I am not for him:

If that the youth will come this way to morrow,

Ile giue him reasons for't: hie thee Maluolio

225
 

Malvolio (225)

Madam, I will.

Exit

Mal. Madam, I will.

Exit.

226
 

Olivia (226)

I do I know not what, and fear to find

Mine eye too great a flatterer for my mind.

Fate, show thy force: ourselves we do not owe;

What is decreed must be, and be this so.

Exit

Ol. I do I know not what, and feare to finde

Mine eye too great a flatterer for my minde:

Fate, shew thy force, our selues we do not owe,

What is decreed, must be: and be this so.

Finis, Actus primus.

expandMe Act II

expandMe Act II. Scene I. The sea-coast.

2 - 1:    Act II. Scene I. The sea-coast.

Enter Antonio and Sebastian

227
 

Antonio (227)

Will you stay no longer? nor will you not that I go with you?

Actus Secundus, Scaena prima.

Enter Antonio & Sebastian.

Ant. Will you stay no longer: nor will you not that

I go with you

228
 

Sebastian (228)

By your patience, no. My stars shine darkly over

me: the malignancy of my fate might perhaps

distemper yours; therefore I shall crave of you your

leave that I may bear my evils alone: it were a bad

recompense for your love, to lay any of them on you.

Seb. By your patience, no: my starres shine darkely

ouer me; the malignancie of my fate, might perhaps distemper

yours; therefore I shall craue of you your leaue,

that I may beare my euils alone. It were a bad recompence

for your loue, to lay any of them on you

229
 

Antonio (229)

Let me yet know of you whither you are bound.

An. Let me yet know of you, whither you are bound

229
 

Sebastian (230)

No, sooth, sir: my determinate voyage is mere

extravagancy. But I perceive in you so excellent a

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touch of modesty, that you will not extort from me

what I am willing to keep in; therefore it charges

me in manners the rather to express myself. You

must know of me then, Antonio, my name is Sebastian,

which I called Roderigo. My father was that

Sebastian of Messaline, whom I know you have heard

of. He left behind him myself and a sister, both

born in an hour: if the heavens had been pleased,

would we had so ended! but you, sir, altered that;

for some hour before you took me from the breach of

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the sea was my sister drowned.

Seb. No sooth sir: my determinate voyage is meere

extrauagancie. But I perceiue in you so excellent a touch

of modestie, that you will not extort from me, what I am

willing to keepe in: therefore it charges me in manners,

the rather to expresse my selfe: you must know of mee

then Antonio, my name is Sebastian (which I call'd Rodorigo)

my father was that Sebastian of Messaline, whom I

know you haue heard of. He left behinde him, my selfe,

and a sister, both borne in an houre: if the Heauens had

beene pleas'd, would we had so ended. But you sir, alter'd

that, for some houre before you tooke me from the

breach of the sea, was my sister drown'd

230
 

Antonio (231)

Alas the day!

Ant. Alas the day

231
 

Sebastian (232)

A lady, sir, though it was said she much resembled

me, was yet of many accounted beautiful: but,

though I could not with such estimable wonder

overfar believe that, yet thus far I will boldly

publish her; she bore a mind that envy could not but

call fair. She is drowned already, sir, with salt

water, though I seem to drown her remembrance again with more.

Seb. A Lady sir, though it was said shee much resembled

me, was yet of many accounted beautiful: but thogh

I could not with such estimable wonder ouer-farre beleeue

that, yet thus farre I will boldly publish her, shee

bore a minde that enuy could not but call faire: Shee is

drown'd already sir with salt water, though I seeme to

drowne her remembrance againe with more

232
 

Antonio (233)

Pardon me, sir, your bad entertainment.

Ant. Pardon me sir, your bad entertainment

233
 

Sebastian (234)

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O good Antonio, forgive me your trouble.

Seb. O good Antonio, forgiue me your trouble

234
 

Antonio (235)

If you will not murder me for my love, let me be

your servant.

Ant. If you will not murther me for my loue, let mee

be your seruant

235
 

Sebastian (236)

If you will not undo what you have done, that is,

kill him whom you have recovered, desire it not.

Fare ye well at once: my bosom is full of kindness,

and I am yet so near the manners of my mother, that

upon the least occasion more mine eyes will tell

tales of me. I am bound to the Count Orsino's court: farewell.

Exit

Seb. If you will not vndo what you haue done, that is

kill him, whom you haue recouer'd, desire it not. Fare

ye well at once, my bosome is full of kindnesse, and I

am yet so neere the manners of my mother, that vpon the

least occasion more, mine eyes will tell tales of me: I am

bound to the Count Orsino's Court, farewell.

Exit

236
 

Antonio (237)

The gentleness of all the gods go with thee!

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I have many enemies in Orsino's court,

Else would I very shortly see thee there.

But, come what may, I do adore thee so,

That danger shall seem sport, and I will go.

Exit

Ant. The gentlenesse of all the gods go with thee:

I haue many enemies in Orsino's Court,

Else would I very shortly see thee there:

But come what may, I do adore thee so,

That danger shall seeme sport, and I will go.

Exit.

expandMe Act II. Scene II. A street.

2 - 2:    Act II. Scene II. A street.

Enter Viola, Malvolio following

237
 

Malvolio (238)

Were not you even now with the Countess Olivia?

Scaena Secunda.

Enter Viola and Maluolio, at seuerall doores.

Mal. Were not you eu'n now, with the Countesse Oliuia?

238
 

Viola (239)

Even now, sir; on a moderate pace I have since

arrived but hither.

Vio. Euen now sir, on a moderate pace, I haue since ariu'd

but hither

239
 

Malvolio (240)

She returns this ring to you, sir: you might have

saved me my pains, to have taken it away yourself.

She adds, moreover, that you should put your lord

into a desperate assurance she will none of him:

and one thing more, that you be never so hardy to

come again in his affairs, unless it be to report

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your lord's taking of this. Receive it so.

Mal. She returnes this Ring to you (sir) you might

haue saued mee my paines, to haue taken it away your

selfe. She adds moreouer, that you should put your Lord

into a desperate assurance, she will none of him. And one

thing more, that you be neuer so hardie to come againe

in his affaires, vnlesse it bee to report your Lords taking

of this: receiue it so

240
 

Viola (241)

She took the ring of me: I'll none of it.

Vio. She tooke the Ring of me, Ile none of it

241
 

Malvolio (242)

Come, sir, you peevishly threw it to her; and her

will is, it should be so returned: if it be worth

stooping for, there it lies in your eye; if not, be

it his that finds it.

Exit

Mal. Come sir, you peeuishly threw it to her: and

her will is, it should be so return'd: If it bee worth stooping

for, there it lies, in your eye: if not, bee it his that

findes it.

Exit.

242
 

Viola (243)

I left no ring with her: what means this lady?

Fortune forbid my outside have not charm'd her!

She made good view of me; indeed, so much,

That sure methought her eyes had lost her tongue,

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For she did speak in starts distractedly.

She loves me, sure; the cunning of her passion

Invites me in this churlish messenger.

None of my lord's ring! why, he sent her none.

I am the man: if it be so, as 'tis,

Poor lady, she were better love a dream.

Disguise, I see, thou art a wickedness,

Wherein the pregnant enemy does much.

How easy is it for the proper-false

In women's waxen hearts to set their forms!

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Alas, our frailty is the cause, not we!

For such as we are made of, such we be.

How will this fadge? my master loves her dearly;

And I, poor monster, fond as much on him;

And she, mistaken, seems to dote on me.

What will become of this? As I am man,

My state is desperate for my master's love;

As I am woman,--now alas the day!--

What thriftless sighs shall poor Olivia breathe!

O time! thou must untangle this, not I;

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It is too hard a knot for me to untie!

Exit

Vio. I left no Ring with her: what meanes this Lady?

Fortune forbid my out-side haue not charm'd her:

She made good view of me, indeed so much,

That me thought her eyes had lost her tongue,

For she did speake in starts distractedly.

She loues me sure, the cunning of her passion

Inuites me in this churlish messenger:

None of my Lords Ring? Why he sent her none;

I am the man, if it be so, as tis,

Poore Lady, she were better loue a dreame:

Disguise, I see thou art a wickednesse,

Wherein the pregnant enemie does much.

How easie is it, for the proper false

In womens waxen hearts to set their formes:

Alas, O frailtie is the cause, not wee,

For such as we are made, if such we bee:

How will this fadge? My master loues her deerely,

And I (poore monster) fond asmuch on him:

And she (mistaken) seemes to dote on me:

What will become of this? As I am man,

My state is desperate for my maisters loue:

As I am woman (now alas the day)

What thriftlesse sighes shall poore Oliuia breath?

O time, thou must vntangle this, not I,

It is too hard a knot for me t' vnty.

expandMe Act II. Scene III. Olivia's house.

2 - 3:    Act II. Scene III. Olivia's house.

Enter Sir Toby Belch and Sir Andrew

243
 

Sir Toby Belch (244)

Approach, Sir Andrew: not to be abed after

midnight is to be up betimes; and 'diluculo

surgere,' thou know'st,--

Scoena Tertia.

Enter Sir Toby, and Sir Andrew.

To. Approach Sir Andrew: not to bee a bedde after

midnight, is to be vp betimes, and Deliculo surgere, thou

know'st

244
 

Sir Andrew (245)

Nay, my troth, I know not: but I know, to be up

late is to be up late.

And. Nay by my troth I know not: but I know, to

be vp late, is to be vp late

245
 

Sir Toby Belch (246)

A false conclusion: I hate it as an unfilled can.

To be up after midnight and to go to bed then, is

early: so that to go to bed after midnight is to go

to bed betimes. Does not our life consist of the

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four elements?

To. A false conclusion: I hate it as an vnfill'd Canne.

To be vp after midnight, and to go to bed then is early:

so that to go to bed after midnight, is to goe to bed betimes.

Does not our liues consist of the foure Elements?

246
 

Sir Andrew (247)

Faith, so they say; but I think it rather consists

of eating and drinking.

And. Faith so they say, but I thinke it rather consists

of eating and drinking

247
 

Sir Toby Belch (248)

Thou'rt a scholar; let us therefore eat and drink.

Marian, I say! a stoup of wine!

To. Th'art a scholler; let vs therefore eate and drinke

Marian I say, a stoope of wine.

248

Enter Clown

 

Sir Andrew (249)

Here comes the fool, i' faith.

Enter Clowne.

And. Heere comes the foole yfaith

249
 

Clown (250)

How now, my hearts! did you never see the picture

of 'we three'?

Clo. How now my harts: Did you neuer see the Picture

of we three?

250
 

Sir Toby Belch (251)

Welcome, ass. Now let's have a catch.

To. Welcome asse, now let's haue a catch

251
 

Sir Andrew (252)

By my troth, the fool has an excellent breast. I

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had rather than forty shillings I had such a leg,

and so sweet a breath to sing, as the fool has. In

sooth, thou wast in very gracious fooling last

night, when thou spokest of Pigrogromitus, of the

Vapians passing the equinoctial of Queubus: 'twas

very good, i' faith. I sent thee sixpence for thy

leman: hadst it?

And. By my troth the foole has an excellent breast. I

had rather then forty shillings I had such a legge, and so

sweet a breath to sing, as the foole has. Insooth thou wast

in very gracious fooling last night, when thou spok'st of

Pigrogromitus, of the Vapians passing the Equinoctial of

Queubus: 'twas very good yfaith: I sent thee sixe pence

for thy Lemon, hadst it?

252
 

Clown (253)

I did impeticos thy gratillity; for Malvolio's nose

is no whipstock: my lady has a white hand, and the

Myrmidons are no bottle-ale houses.

Clo. I did impeticos thy gratillity: for Maluolios nose

is no Whip-stocke. My Lady has a white hand, and the

Mermidons are no bottle-ale houses

253
 

Sir Andrew (254)

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Excellent! why, this is the best fooling, when all

is done. Now, a song.

An. Excellent: Why this is the best fooling, when

all is done. Now a song

254
 

Sir Toby Belch (255)

Come on; there is sixpence for you: let's have a song.

To. Come on, there is sixe pence for you. Let's haue

a song

255
 

Sir Andrew (256)

There's a testril of me too: if one knight give a--

An. There's a testrill of me too: if one knight giue a

256
 

Clown (257)

Would you have a love-song, or a song of good life?

Clo. Would you haue a loue-song, or a song of good

life?

257
 

Sir Toby Belch (258)

A love-song, a love-song.

To. A loue song, a loue song

258
 

Sir Andrew (259)

Ay, ay: I care not for good life.

An. I, I. I care not for good life

259
 

Clown (260)

[Sings]

O mistress mine, where are you roaming?

O, stay and hear; your true love's coming,

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That can sing both high and low:

Trip no further, pretty sweeting;

Journeys end in lovers meeting,

Every wise man's son doth know.

Clowne sings .

Clo.

O Mistris mine where are you roming?

O stay and heare, your true loues coming,

That can sing both high and low.

Trip no further prettie sweeting.

Iourneys end in louers meeting,

Euery wise mans sonne doth know.

260
 

Sir Andrew (261)

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Excellent good, i' faith.

An. Excellent good, ifaith

261
 

Sir Toby Belch (262)

Good, good.

To. Good, good

262
 

Clown (263)

[Sings]

What is love? 'tis not hereafter;

Present mirth hath present laughter;

What's to come is still unsure:

In delay there lies no plenty;

Then come kiss me, sweet and twenty,

Youth's a stuff will not endure.

Clo. What is loue, tis not heereafter,

Present mirth, hath present laughter:

What's to come, is still vnsure.

In delay there lies no plentie,

Then come kisse me sweet and twentie:

Youths a stuffe will not endure

263
 

Sir Andrew (264)

A mellifluous voice, as I am true knight.

An. A mellifluous voyce, as I am true knight

264
 

Sir Toby Belch (265)

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A contagious breath.

To. A contagious breath

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Sir Andrew (266)

Very sweet and contagious, i' faith.

An. Very sweet, and contagious ifaith

266
 

Sir Toby Belch (267)

To hear by the nose, it is dulcet in contagion.

But shall we make the welkin dance indeed? shall we

rouse the night-owl in a catch that will draw three

souls out of one weaver? shall we do that?

To. To heare by the nose, it is dulcet in contagion.

But shall we make the Welkin dance indeed? Shall wee

rowze the night-Owle in a Catch, that will drawe three

soules out of one Weauer? Shall we do that?

267
 

Sir Andrew (268)

An you love me, let's do't: I am dog at a catch.

And. And you loue me, let's doo't: I am dogge at a

Catch

268
 

Clown (269)

By'r lady, sir, and some dogs will catch well.

Clo. Byrlady sir, and some dogs will catch well

269
 

Sir Andrew (270)

Most certain. Let our catch be, 'Thou knave.'

An. Most certaine: Let our Catch be, Thou Knaue

270
 

Clown (271)

'Hold thy peace, thou knave,' knight? I shall be

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constrained in't to call thee knave, knight.

Clo. Hold thy peace, thou Knaue knight. I shall be constrain'd

in't, to call thee knaue, Knight

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Sir Andrew (272)

'Tis not the first time I have constrained one to

call me knave. Begin, fool: it begins 'Hold thy peace.'

An. 'Tis not the first time I haue constrained one to

call me knaue. Begin foole: it begins, Hold thy peace

272
 

Clown (273)

I shall never begin if I hold my peace.

Clo. I shall neuer begin if I hold my peace

273
 

Sir Andrew (274)

Good, i' faith. Come, begin.

Catch sung

An. Good ifaith: Come begin.

Catch sung

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Enter Maria

 

Maria (275)

What a caterwauling do you keep here! If my lady

have not called up her steward Malvolio and bid him

turn you out of doors, never trust me.

Enter Maria.

Mar. What a catterwalling doe you keepe heere? If

my Ladie haue not call'd vp her Steward Maluolio, and

bid him turne you out of doores, neuer trust me

275
 

Sir Toby Belch (276)

My lady's a Cataian, we are politicians, Malvolio's

a Peg-a-Ramsey, and 'Three merry men be we.' Am not

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I consanguineous? am I not of her blood?

Tillyvally. Lady!

Sings

'There dwelt a man in Babylon, lady, lady!'

To. My Lady's a Catayan, we are politicians, Maluolios

a Peg-a-ramsie, and Three merry men be wee. Am not I

consanguinious? Am I not of her blood: tilly vally. Ladie,

There dwelt a man in Babylon, Lady, Lady

276
 

Clown (277)

Beshrew me, the knight's in admirable fooling.

Clo. Beshrew me, the knights in admirable fooling

277
 

Sir Andrew (278)

Ay, he does well enough if he be disposed, and so do

I too: he does it with a better grace, but I do it

more natural.

An. I, he do's well enough if he be dispos'd, and so

do I too: he does it with a better grace, but I do it more

naturall

278
 

Sir Toby Belch (279)

[Sings] 'O, the twelfth day of December,'--

To. O the twelfe day of December

279
 

Maria (280)

For the love o' God, peace!

Mar. For the loue o' God peace.

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Enter Malvolio

 

Malvolio (281)

My masters, are you mad? or what are you? Have ye

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no wit, manners, nor honesty, but to gabble like

tinkers at this time of night? Do ye make an

alehouse of my lady's house, that ye squeak out your

coziers' catches without any mitigation or remorse

of voice? Is there no respect of place, persons, nor

time in you?

Enter Maluolio.

Mal. My masters are you mad? Or what are you?

Haue you no wit, manners, nor honestie, but to gabble

like Tinkers at this time of night? Do yee make an Alehouse

of my Ladies house, that ye squeak out your Coziers

Catches without any mitigation or remorse of voice?

Is there no respect of place, persons, nor time in you?

281
 

Sir Toby Belch (282)

We did keep time, sir, in our catches. Sneck up!

To. We did keepe time sir in our Catches. Snecke vp

282
 

Malvolio (283)

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 allied to your disorders. If

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you can separate yourself and your misdemeanors, you

are welcome to the house; if not, an it would please

you to take leave of her, she is very willing to bid

you farewell.

Mal. Sir Toby, I must be round with you. My Lady

bad me tell you, that though she harbors you as her kinsman,

she's nothing ally'd to your disorders. If you can

separate your selfe and your misdemeanors, you are welcome

to the house: if not, and it would please you to take

leaue of her, she is very willing to bid you farewell

283
 

Sir Toby Belch (284)

'Farewell, dear heart, since I must needs be gone.'

To. Farewell deere heart, since I must needs be gone

284
 

Maria (285)

Nay, good Sir Toby.

Mar. Nay good Sir Toby

285
 

Clown (286)

'His eyes do show his days are almost done.'

Clo. His eyes do shew his dayes are almost done

286
 

Malvolio (287)

Is't even so?

Mal. Is't euen so?

287
 

Sir Toby Belch (288)

'But I will never die.'

To. But I will neuer dye

288
 

Clown (289)

Sir Toby, there you lie.

Clo. Sir Toby there you lye

289
 

Malvolio (290)

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This is much credit to you.

Mal. This is much credit to you

290
 

Sir Toby Belch (291)

'Shall I bid him go?'

To. Shall I bid him go

291
 

Clown (292)

'What an if you do?'

Clo. What and if you do?

292
 

Sir Toby Belch (293)

'Shall I bid him go, and spare not?'

To. Shall I bid him go, and spare not?

293
 

Clown (294)

'O no, no, no, no, you dare not.'

Clo. O no, no, no, no, you dare not

294
 

Sir Toby Belch (295)

Out o' tune, sir: ye lie. Art any more than a

steward? Dost thou think, because thou art

virtuous, there shall be no more cakes and ale?

To. Out o' tune sir, ye lye: Art any more then a Steward?

Dost thou thinke because thou art vertuous, there

shall be no more Cakes and Ale?

295
 

Clown (296)

Yes, by Saint Anne, and ginger shall be hot i' the

mouth too.

Clo. Yes by S[aint]. Anne, and Ginger shall bee hotte y'th

mouth too

296
 

Sir Toby Belch (297)

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Thou'rt i' the right. Go, sir, rub your chain with

crumbs. A stoup of wine, Maria!

To. Th'art i'th right. Goe sir, rub your Chaine with

crums. A stope of Wine Maria

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Malvolio (298)

Mistress Mary, if you prized my lady's favour at any

thing more than contempt, you would not give means

for this uncivil rule: she shall know of it, by this hand.

Exit

Mal. Mistris Mary, if you priz'd my Ladies fauour

at any thing more then contempt, you would not giue

meanes for this vnciuill rule; she shall know of it by this

hand.

Exit

298
 

Maria (299)

Go shake your ears.

Mar. Go shake your eares

299
 

Sir Andrew (300)

'Twere 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.

An. 'Twere as good a deede as to drink when a mans

a hungrie, to challenge him the field, and then to breake

promise with him, and make a foole of him

300
 

Sir Toby Belch (301)

Do't, knight: I'll write thee a challenge: or I'll

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deliver thy indignation to him by word of mouth.

To. Doo't knight, Ile write thee a Challenge: or Ile

deliuer thy indignation to him by word of mouth

301
 

Maria (302)

Sweet Sir Toby, be patient for tonight: since the

youth of the count's was today with thy lady, she is

much out of quiet. For Monsieur 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 straight in my bed:

I know I can do it.

Mar. Sweet Sir Toby be patient for to night: Since

the youth of the Counts was to day with my Lady, she is

much out of quiet. For Monsieur Maluolio, let me alone

with him: If I do not gull him into a nayword, and make

him a common recreation, do not thinke I haue witte enough

to lye straight in my bed: I know I can do it

302
 

Sir Toby Belch (303)

Possess us, possess us; tell us something of him.

To. Possesse vs, possesse vs, tell vs something of him

303
 

Maria (304)

Marry, sir, sometimes he is a kind of puritan.

Mar. Marrie sir, sometimes he is a kinde of Puritane

304
 

Sir Andrew (305)

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O, if I thought that I'ld beat him like a dog!

An. O, if I thought that, Ide beate him like a dogge

305
 

Sir Toby Belch (306)

What, for being a puritan? thy exquisite reason,

dear knight?

To. What for being a Puritan, thy exquisite reason,

deere knight

306
 

Sir Andrew (307)

I have no exquisite reason for't, but I have reason

good enough.

An. I haue no exquisite reason for't, but I haue reason

good enough

307
 

Maria (308)

The devil a puritan that he is, or any thing

constantly, but a time-pleaser; an affectionedaffected ass,

that cons state without book and utters it by great

swarths: the best persuaded of himself, so

crammed, as he thinks, with excellencies, that it is

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his grounds of faith that all that look on him love

him; and on that vice in him will my revenge find

notable cause to work.

Mar. The diu'll a Puritane that hee is, or any thing

constantly but a time-pleaser, an affection'd Asse, that

cons State without booke, and vtters it by great swarths.

The best perswaded of himselfe: so cram'd (as he thinkes)

with excellencies, that it is his grounds of faith, that all

that looke on him, loue him: and on that vice in him, will

my reuenge finde notable cause to worke

308
 

Sir Toby Belch (309)

What wilt thou do?

To. What wilt thou do?

309
 

Maria (310)

I will drop in his way some obscure epistles of

love; wherein, by the colour of his 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

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can hardly make distinction of our hands.

Mar. I will drop in his way some obscure Epistles of

loue, wherein by the colour of his beard, the shape of his

legge, the manner of his gate, the expressure of his eye,

forehead, and complection, he shall finde himselfe most

feelingly personated. I can write very like my Ladie

your Neece, on a forgotten matter wee can hardly make

distinction of our hands

310
 

Sir Toby Belch (311)

Excellent! I smell a device.

To. Excellent, I smell a deuice

311
 

Sir Andrew (312)

I have't in my nose too.

An. I hau't in my nose too

312
 

Sir Toby Belch (313)

He shall think, by the letters that thou wilt drop,

that they come from my niece, and that she's in

love with him.

To. He shall thinke by the Letters that thou wilt drop

that they come from my Neece, and that shee's in loue

with him

313
 

Maria (314)

My purpose is, indeed, a horse of that colour.

Mar. My purpose is indeed a horse of that colour

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Sir Andrew (315)

And your horse now would make him an ass.

An. And your horse now would make him an Asse

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Maria (316)

Ass, I doubt not.

Mar. Asse, I doubt not

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Sir Andrew (317)

O, 'twill be admirable!

An. O twill be admirable

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Maria (318)

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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. Farewell.

Exit

Mar. Sport royall I warrant you: I know my Physicke

will worke with him, I will plant you two, and let

the Foole make a third, where he shall finde the Letter:

obserue his construction of it: For this night to bed, and

dreame on the euent: Farewell.

Exit

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Sir Toby Belch (319)

Good night, Penthesilea.

To. Good night Penthisilea

319
 

Sir Andrew (320)

Before me, she's a good wench.

An. Before me she's a good wench

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Sir Toby Belch (321)

She's a beagle, true-bred, and one that adores me:

what o' that?

To. She's a beagle true bred, and one that adores me:

what o'that?

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Sir Andrew (322)

I was adored once too.

An. I was ador'd once too

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Sir Toby Belch (323)

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Let's to bed, knight. Thou hadst need send for

more money.

To. Let's to bed knight: Thou hadst neede send for

more money

323
 

Sir Andrew (324)

If I cannot recover your niece, I am a foul way out.

An. If I cannot recouer your Neece, I am a foule way

out

324
 

Sir Toby Belch (325)

Send for money, knight: if thou hast her not i'

the end, call me cut.

To. Send for money knight, if thou hast her not i'th

end, call me Cut

325
 

Sir Andrew (326)

If I do not, never trust me, take it how you will.

An. If I do not, neuer trust me, take it how you will

326
 

Sir Toby Belch (327)

Come, come, I'll go burn some sack; 'tis too late

to go to bed now: come, knight; come, knight.

Exeunt

To. Come, come, Ile go burne some Sacke, tis too late

to go to bed now: Come knight, come knight.

Exeunt.

expandMe Act II. Scene IV. Duke Orsino's palace.

2 - 4:    Act II. Scene IV. Duke Orsino's palace.

Enter Duke Orsino, Viola, Curio, and others

327
 

Duke Orsino (328)

Give me some music. Now, good morrow, friends.

Now, good Cesario, but that piece of song,

That old and antique song we heard last night:

Methought it did relieve my passion much,

More than light airs and recollected terms

Of these most brisk and giddy-paced times:

Come, but one verse.

Scena Quarta.

Enter Duke, Viola, Curio, and others

Du. Giue me some Musick; Now good morow frends.

Now good Cesario, but that peece of song,

That old and Anticke song we heard last night;

Me thought it did releeue my passion much,

More then light ayres, and recollected termes

Of these most briske and giddy-paced times.

Come, but one verse

328
 

Curio (329)

He is not here, so please your lordship that should sing it.

Cur. He is not heere (so please your Lordshippe) that

should sing it?

329
 

Duke Orsino (330)

Who was it?

Du. Who was it?

330
 

Curio (331)

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Feste, the jester, my lord; a fool that the lady

Olivia's father took much delight in. He is about the house.

Cur. Feste the Iester my Lord, a foole that the Ladie

Oliuiaes Father tooke much delight in. He is about the

house

331
 

Duke Orsino (332)

Seek him out, and play the tune the while.

Exit Curio. Music plays

Come hither, boy: if ever thou shalt love,

In the sweet pangs of it remember me;

For such as I am all true lovers are,

Unstaid and skittish in all motions else,

Save in the constant image of the creature

That is beloved. How dost thou like this tune?

Du. Seeke him out, and play the tune the while.

Musicke playes.

Come hither Boy, if euer thou shalt loue

In the sweet pangs of it, remember me:

For such as I am, all true Louers are,

Vnstaid and skittish in all motions else,

Saue in the constant image of the creature

That is belou'd. How dost thou like this tune?

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Viola (333)

It gives a very echo to the seat

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Where Love is throned.

Vio. It giues a verie eccho to the seate

Where loue is thron'd

333
 

Duke Orsino (334)

Thou dost speak masterly:

My life upon't, young though thou art, thine eye

Hath stay'd upon some favour that it loves:

Hath it not, boy?

Du. Thou dost speake masterly,

My life vpon't, yong though thou art, thine eye

Hath staid vpon some fauour that it loues:

Hath it not boy?

334
 

Viola (335)

A little, by your favour.

Vio. A little, by your fauour

335
 

Duke Orsino (336)

What kind of woman is't?

Du. What kinde of woman ist?

336
 

Viola (337)

Of your complexion.

Vio. Of your complection

337
 

Duke Orsino (338)

She is not worth thee, then. What years, i' faith?

Du. She is not worth thee then. What yeares ifaith?

338
 

Viola (339)

About your years, my lord.

Vio. About your yeeres my Lord

339
 

Duke Orsino (340)

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Too old by heaven: let still the woman take

An elder than herself: so wears she to him,

So sways she level in her husband's heart:

For, boy, however we do praise ourselves,

Our fancies are more giddy and unfirm,

More longing, wavering, sooner lost and worn,

Than women's are.

Du. Too old by heauen: Let still the woman take

An elder then her selfe, so weares she to him;

So swayes she leuell in her husbands heart:

For boy, howeuer we do praise our selues,

Our fancies are more giddie and vnfirme,

More longing, wauering, sooner lost and worne,

Then womens are

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Viola (341)

I think it well, my lord.

Vio. I thinke it well my Lord

341
 

Duke Orsino (342)

Then let thy love be younger than thyself,

Or thy affection cannot hold the bent;

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For women are as roses, whose fair flower

Being once display'd, doth fall that very hour.

Du. Then let thy Loue be yonger then thy selfe,

Or thy affection cannot hold the bent:

For women are as Roses, whose faire flowre

Being once displaid, doth fall that verie howre

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Viola (343)

And so they are: alas, that they are so;

To die, even when they to perfection grow!

Vio. And so they are: alas, that they are so:

To die, euen when they to perfection grow.

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Enter Curio and Clown

 

Duke Orsino (344)

O, fellow, come, the song we had last night.

Mark it, Cesario, it is old and plain;

The spinsters and the knitters in the sun

And the free maids that weave their thread with bonesbobbins

Do use to chant it: it is silly sooth,

And dallies with the innocence of love,

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Like the old age.

Enter Curio & Clowne.

Du. O fellow come, the song we had last night:

Marke it Cesario, it is old and plaine;

The Spinsters and the Knitters in the Sun,

And the free maides that weaue their thred with bones,

Do vse to chaunt it: it is silly sooth,

And dallies with the innocence of loue,

Like the old age

344
 

Clown (345)

Are you ready, sir?

Clo. Are you ready Sir?

weave their thread with bones, The bobbins used in lace-making. DennisTN

345
 

Duke Orsino (346)

Ay; prithee, sing.

Music

SONG.

Duke. I prethee sing.

Musicke.
The Song.

346
 

Clown (347)

Come away, come away, death,

And in sad cypress let me be laid;

Fly away, fly away breath;

I am slain by a fair cruel maid.

My shroud of white, stuck all with yew,

O, prepare it!

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My part of death, no one so true

Did share it.

Not a flower, not a flower sweet

On my black coffin let there be strown;

Not a friend, not a friend greet

My poor corpse, where my bones shall be thrown:

A thousand thousand sighs to save,

Lay me, O, where

Sad true lover never find my grave,

To weep there!

Clowne sings.

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Clo.Come away, come away death,

And in sad cypresse let me be laide.

Fye away, fie away breath,

I am slaine by a faire cruell maide:

My shrowd of white, stuck all with Ew, O prepare it.

My part of death no one so true did share it.

Not a flower, not a flower sweete

On my blacke coffin, let there be strewne:

Not a friend, not a friend greet

My poore corpes, where my bones shall be throwne:

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A thousand thousand sighes to saue, lay me o where

Sad true louer neuer find my graue, to weepe there

347
 

Duke Orsino (348)

There's for thy pains.

Du. There's for thy paines

348
 

Clown (349)

No pains, sir: I take pleasure in singing, sir.

Clo. No paines sir, I take pleasure in singing sir

349
 

Duke Orsino (350)

I'll pay thy pleasure then.

Du. Ile pay thy pleasure then

350
 

Clown (351)

Truly, sir, and pleasure will be paid, one time or another.

Clo. Truely sir, and pleasure will be paide one time, or

another

351
 

Duke Orsino (352)

Give me now leave to leave thee.

Du. Giue me now leaue, to leaue thee

352
 

Clown (353)

Now, the melancholy god protect thee; and the

tailor make thy doublet of changeable taffeta, for

thy mind is a very opal. I would have men of such

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constancy put to sea, that their business might be

every thing and their intent every where; for that's

it that always makes a good voyage of nothing. Farewell.

Exit

Clo. Now the melancholly God protect thee, and the

Tailor make thy doublet of changeable Taffata, for thy

minde is a very Opall. I would haue men of such constancie

put to Sea, that their businesse might be euery thing,

and their intent euerie where, for that's it, that alwayes

makes a good voyage of nothing. Farewell.

Exit

353
 

Duke Orsino (354)

Let all the rest give place.

Curio and attendants retire

Once more, Cesario,

Get thee to yond same sovereign cruelty:

Tell her, my love, more noble than the world,

Prizes not quantity of dirty lands;

The parts that fortune hath bestow'd upon her,

Tell her, I hold as giddily as fortune;

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But 'tis that miracle and queen of gems

That nature pranks her in attracts my soul.

Du. Let all the rest giue place: Once more Cesario,

Get thee to yond same soueraigne crueltie:

Tell her my loue, more noble then the world

Prizes not quantitie of dirtie lands,

The parts that fortune hath bestow'd vpon her:

Tell her I hold as giddily as Fortune:

But 'tis that miracle, and Queene of Iems

That nature prankes her in, attracts my soule

354
 

Viola (355)

But if she cannot love you, sir?

Vio. But if she cannot loue you sir

355
 

Duke Orsino (356)

I cannot be so answer'd.

Du. It cannot be so answer'd

356
 

Viola (357)

Sooth, but you must.

Say that some lady, as perhaps there is,

Hath for your love a great a pang of heart

As you have for Olivia: you cannot love her;

You tell her so; must she not then be answer'd?

Vio. Sooth but you must.

Say that some Lady, as perhappes there is,

Hath for your loue as great a pang of heart

As you haue for Oliuia: you cannot loue her:

You tel her so: Must she not then be answer'd?

357
 

Duke Orsino (358)

There is no woman's sides

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Can bide the beating of so strong a passion

As love doth give my heart; no woman's heart

So big, to hold so much; they lack retention

Alas, their love may be call'd appetite,

No motion of the liver, but the palate,

That suffer surfeit, cloyment and revolt;

But mine is all as hungry as the sea,

And can digest as much: make no compare

Between that love a woman can bear me

And that I owe Olivia.

Du. There is no womans sides

Can bide the beating of so strong a passion,

As loue doth giue my heart: no womans heart

So bigge, to hold so much, they lacke retention.

Alas, their loue may be call'd appetite,

No motion of the Liuer, but the Pallat,

That suffer surfet, cloyment, and reuolt,

But mine is all as hungry as the Sea,

And can digest as much, make no compare

Betweene that loue a woman can beare me,

And that I owe Oliuia

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Viola (359)

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Ay, but I know--

Vio. I but I know

359
 

Duke Orsino (360)

What dost thou know?

Du. What dost thou knowe?

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Viola (361)

Too well what love women to men may owe:

In faith, they are as true of heart as we.

My father had a daughter loved a man,

As it might be, perhaps, were I a woman,

I should your lordship.

Vio. Too well what loue women to men may owe:

In faith they are as true of heart, as we.

My Father had a daughter lou'd a man

As it might be perhaps, were I a woman

I should your Lordship

361
 

Duke Orsino (362)

And what's her history?

Du. And what's her history?

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Viola (363)

A blank, my lord. She never told her love,

But let concealment, like a worm i' the bud,

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Feed on her damask cheek: she pined in thought,

And with a green and yellow melancholy

She sat like patience on a monument,

Smiling at grief. Was not this love indeed?

We men may say more, swear more: but indeed

Our shows are more than will; for still we prove

Much in our vows, but little in our love.

Vio. A blanke my Lord: she neuer told her loue,

But let concealment like a worme i'th budde

Feede on her damaske cheeke: she pin'd in thought,

And with a greene and yellow melancholly,

She sate like Patience on a Monument,

Smiling at greefe. Was not this loue indeede?

We men may say more, sweare more, but indeed

Our shewes are more then will: for still we proue

Much in our vowes, but little in our loue

363
 

Duke Orsino (364)

But died thy sister of her love, my boy?

Du. But di'de thy sister of her loue my Boy?

364
 

Viola (365)

I am all the daughters of my father's house,

And all the brothers too: and yet I know not.

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Sir, shall I to this lady?

Vio. I am all the daughters of my Fathers house,

And all the brothers too: and yet I know not.

Sir, shall I to this Lady?

365
 

Duke Orsino (366)

Ay, that's the theme.

To her in haste; give her this jewel; say,

My love can give no place, bide no denay.

Exeunt

Du. I that's the Theame,

To her in haste: giue her this Iewell: say,

My loue can giue no place, bide no denay.

Exeunt.

expandMe Act II. Scene V. Olivia's garden.

2 - 5:    Act II. Scene V. Olivia's garden.

Enter Sir Toby Belch, Sir Andrew, and Fabian

366
 

Sir Toby Belch (367)

Come thy ways, Signior Fabian.

Scena Quinta.

Enter Sir Toby, Sir Andrew, and Fabian.

To. Come thy wayes Signior Fabian

367
 

Fabian (368)

Nay, I'll come: if I lose a scruple of this sport,

let me be boiled to death with melancholy.

Fab. Nay Ile come: if I loose a scruple of this sport,

let me be boyl'd to death with Melancholly

368
 

Sir Toby Belch (369)

Wouldst thou not be glad to have the niggardly

rascally sheep-biter come by some notable shame?

To. Wouldst thou not be glad to haue the niggardly

Rascally sheepe-biter, come by some notable shame?

369
 

Fabian (370)

I would exult, man: you know, he brought me out o'

favour with my lady about a bear-baiting here.

Fa. I would exult man: you know he brought me out

o' fauour with my Lady, about a Beare-baiting heere

370
 

Sir Toby Belch (371)

To anger him we'll have the bear again; and we will

fool him black and blue: shall we not, Sir Andrew?

To. To anger him wee'l haue the Beare againe, and

we will foole him blacke and blew, shall we not sir Andrew?

371
 

Sir Andrew (372)

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An we do not, it is pity of our lives.

An. And we do not, it is pittie of our liues.

372
 

Sir Toby Belch (373)

Here comes the little villain.

Enter Maria

How now, my metal of India!

Enter Maria.

To. Heere comes the little villaine: How now my

Mettle of India?

373
 

Maria (374)

Get ye all three into the box-tree: Malvolio's

coming down this walk: he has been yonder i' the

sun practising behavior to his own shadow this half

hour: observe him, for the love of mockery; for I

know this letter will make a contemplative idiot of

him. Close, in the name of jesting! Lie thou there,

Throws down a letter

for here comes the trout that must be caught with tickling.

Exit

Mar. Get ye all three into the box tree: Maluolio's

comming downe this walke, he has beene yonder i'the

Sunne practising behauiour to his own shadow this halfe

houre: obserue him for the loue of Mockerie: for I know

this Letter wil make a contemplatiue Ideot of him. Close

in the name of ieasting, lye thou there: for heere comes

the Trowt, that must be caught with tickling.

Exit

374

Enter Malvolio

 

Malvolio (375)

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'Tis but fortune; all is fortune. Maria once told

me she did affect me: and I have heard herself come

thus near, that, should she fancy, it should be one

of my complexion. Besides, she uses me with a more

exalted respect than any one else that follows her.

What should I think on't?

Enter Maluolio.

Mal. 'Tis but Fortune, all is fortune. Maria once

told me she did affect me, and I haue heard her self come

thus neere, that should shee fancie, it should bee one of

my complection. Besides she vses me with a more exalted

respect, then any one else that followes her. What

should I thinke on't?

375
 

Sir Toby Belch (376)

Here's an overweening rogue!

To. Heere's an ouer-weening rogue

376
 

Fabian (377)

O, peace! Contemplation makes a rare turkey-cock

of him: how he jets under his advanced plumes!

Fa. Oh peace: Contemplation makes a rare Turkey

Cocke of him, how he iets vnder his aduanc'd plumes

377
 

Sir Andrew (378)

'Slight, I could so beat the rogue!

And. Slight I could so beate the Rogue

378
 

Sir Toby Belch (379)

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Peace, I say.

To. Peace I say

379
 

Malvolio (380)

To be Count Malvolio!

Mal. To be Count Maluolio

380
 

Sir Toby Belch (381)

Ah, rogue!

To. Ah Rogue

381
 

Sir Andrew (382)

Pistol him, pistol him.

An. Pistoll him, pistoll him

382
 

Sir Toby Belch (383)

Peace, peace!

To. Peace, peace

383
 

Malvolio (384)

There is example for't; the lady of the Strachy

married the yeoman of the wardrobe.

Mal. There is example for't: The Lady of the Strachy,

married the yeoman of the wardrobe

384
 

Sir Andrew (385)

Fie on him, Jezebel!

An. Fie on him Iezabel

385
 

Fabian (386)

O, peace! now he's deeply in: look how

imagination blows him.

Fa. O peace, now he's deepely in: looke how imagination

blowes him

386
 

Malvolio (387)

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Having been three months married to her, sitting in

my state,--

Mal. Hauing beene three moneths married to her,

sitting in my state

387
 

Sir Toby Belch (388)

O, for a stone-bow, to hit him in the eye!

To. O for a stone-bow to hit him in the eye

388
 

Malvolio (389)

Calling my officers about me, in my branched velvet

gown; having come from a day-bed, where I have left

Olivia sleeping,--

Mal. Calling my Officers about me, in my branch'd

Veluet gowne: hauing come from a day bedde, where I

haue left Oliuia sleeping

389
 

Sir Toby Belch (390)

Fire and brimstone!

To. Fire and Brimstone

390
 

Fabian (391)

O, peace, peace!

Fa. O peace, peace

391
 

Malvolio (392)

And then to have the humour of state; and after a

demure travel of regard, telling them I know my

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place as I would they should do theirs, to for my

kinsman Toby,--

Mal. And then to haue the humor of state: and after

a demure trauaile of regard: telling them I knowe my

place, as I would they should doe theirs: to aske for my

kinsman Toby

392
 

Sir Toby Belch (393)

Bolts and shackles!

To. Boltes and shackles

393
 

Fabian (394)

O peace, peace, peace! now, now.

Fa. Oh peace, peace, peace, now, now

394
 

Malvolio (395)

Seven of my people, with an obedient start, make

out for him: I frown the while; and perchance wind

up watch, or play with my--some rich jewel. Toby

approaches; courtesies there to me,--

Mal. Seauen of my people with an obedient start,

make out for him: I frowne the while, and perchance

winde vp my watch, or play with my some rich Iewell:

Toby approaches; curtsies there to me

395
 

Sir Toby Belch (396)

Shall this fellow live?

To. Shall this fellow liue?

396
 

Fabian (397)

Though our silence be drawn from us with cars, yet peace.

Fa. Though our silence be drawne from vs with cars,

yet peace

397
 

Malvolio (398)

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I extend my hand to him thus, quenching my familiar

smile with an austere regard of control,--

Mal. I extend my hand to him thus: quenching my

familiar smile with an austere regard of controll

398
 

Sir Toby Belch (399)

And does not Toby take you a blow o' the lips then?

To. And do's not Toby take you a blow o'the lippes,

then?

399
 

Malvolio (400)

Saying, 'Cousin Toby, my fortunes having cast me on

your niece give me this prerogative of speech,'--

Mal. Saying, Cosine Toby, my Fortunes hauing cast

me on your Neece, giue me this prerogatiue of speech

400
 

Sir Toby Belch (401)

What, what?

To. What, what?

401
 

Malvolio (402)

'You must amend your drunkenness.'

Mal. You must amend your drunkennesse

402
 

Sir Toby Belch (403)

Out, scab!

To. Out scab

403
 

Fabian (404)

Nay, patience, or we break the sinews of our plot.

Fab. Nay patience, or we breake the sinewes of our

plot?

404
 

Malvolio (405)

'Besides, you waste the treasure of your time with

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a foolish knight,'--

Mal. Besides you waste the treasure of your time,

with a foolish knight

405
 

Sir Andrew (406)

That's me, I warrant you.

And. That's mee I warrant you

406
 

Malvolio (407)

'One Sir Andrew,'--

Mal. One sir Andrew

407
 

Sir Andrew (408)

I knew 'twas I; for many do call me fool.

And. I knew 'twas I, for many do call mee foole

408
 

Malvolio (409)

What employment have we here?

Taking up the letter

Mal. What employment haue we heere?

409
 

Fabian (410)

Now is the woodcock near the gin.

Fa. Now is the Woodcocke neere the gin

410
 

Sir Toby Belch (411)

O, peace! and the spirit of humour intimate reading

aloud to him!

To. Oh peace, and the spirit of humors intimate reading

aloud to him

411
 

Malvolio (412)

By my life, this is my lady's hand these be her

very C's, her U's and her T's and thus makes she her

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great P's. It is, in contempt of question, her hand.

Mal. By my life this is my Ladies hand: these bee her

very C's, her V's, and her T's, and thus makes shee her

great P's. It is in contempt of question her hand

412
 

Sir Andrew (413)

Her C's, her U's and her T's: why that?

An. Her C's, her V's, and her T's: why that?

413
 

Malvolio (414)

[Reads] 'To the unknown beloved, this, and my good

wishes:'--her very phrases! By your leave, wax.

Soft! and the impressure her Lucrece, with which she

uses to seal: 'tis my lady. To whom should this be?

Mal. To the vnknowne belou'd, this, and my good Wishes:

Her very Phrases: By your leaue wax. Soft, and the impressure

her Lucrece, with which she vses to seale: tis my

Lady: To whom should this be?

414
 

Fabian (415)

This wins him, liver and all.

Fab. This winnes him, Liuer and all

415
 

Malvolio (416)

[Reads]

Jove knows I love: But who?

Lips, do not move;

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No man must know.

'No man must know.' What follows? the numbers

altered! 'No man must know:' if this should be

thee, Malvolio?

Mal. Ioue knowes I loue, but who, Lips do not mooue, no

man must know. No man must know. What followes?

The numbers alter'd: No man must know,

If this should be thee Maluolio?

416
 

Sir Toby Belch (417)

Marry, hang thee, brock!

To. Marrie hang thee brocke

417
 

Malvolio (418)

[Reads]

I may command where I adore;

But silence, like a Lucrece knife,

With bloodless stroke my heart doth gore:

M, O, A, I, doth sway my life.

Mal. I may command where I adore, but silence like a Lucresse

knife:

With bloodlesse stroke my heart doth gore, M.O.A.I. doth

sway my life

418
 

Fabian (419)

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A fustian riddle!

Fa. A fustian riddle

419
 

Sir Toby Belch (420)

Excellent wench, say I.

To. Excellent Wench, say I

420
 

Malvolio (421)

'M, O, A, I, doth sway my life.' Nay, but first, let

me see, let me see, let me see.

Mal. M.O.A.I. doth sway my life. Nay but first

let me see, let me see, let me see

421
 

Fabian (422)

What dish o' poison has she dressed him!

Fab. What dish a poyson has she drest him?

422
 

Sir Toby Belch (423)

And with what wing the staniel cheques at it!

To. And with what wing the stallion checkes at it?

423
 

Malvolio (424)

'I may command where I adore.' Why, she may command

me: I serve her; she is my lady. Why, this is

evident to any formal capacity; there is no

obstruction in this: and the end,--what should

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that alphabetical position portend? If I could make

that resemble something in me,--Softly! M, O, A,

I,--

Mal. I may command, where I adore: Why shee may

command me: I serue her, she is my Ladie. Why this is

euident to any formall capacitie. There is no obstruction

in this, and the end: What should that Alphabeticall position

portend, if I could make that resemble something

in me? Softly, M.O.A.I

424
 

Sir Toby Belch (425)

O, ay, make up that: he is now at a cold scent.

To. O I, make vp that, he is now at a cold sent

425
 

Fabian (426)

Sowter will cry upon't for all this, though it be as

rank as a fox.

Fab. Sowter will cry vpon't for all this, though it bee

as ranke as a Fox

426
 

Malvolio (427)

M,--Malvolio; M,--why, that begins my name.

Mal. M. Maluolio, M. why that begins my name

427
 

Fabian (428)

Did not I say he would work it out? the cur is

excellent at faults.

Fab. Did not I say he would worke it out, the Curre

is excellent at faults

428
 

Malvolio (429)

M,--but then there is no consonancy in the sequel;

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that suffers under probation A should follow but O does.

Mal. M. But then there is no consonancy in the sequell

that suffers vnder probation: A. should follow, but O.

does

429
 

Fabian (430)

And O shall end, I hope.

Fa. And O shall end, I hope

430
 

Sir Toby Belch (431)

Ay, or I'll cudgel him, and make him cry O!

To. I, or Ile cudgell him, and make him cry O

431
 

Malvolio (432)

And then I comes behind.

Mal. And then I. comes behind

432
 

Fabian (433)

Ay, an you had any eye behind you, you might see

more detraction at your heels than fortunes before

you.

Fa. I, and you had any eye behinde you, you might

see more detraction at your heeles, then Fortunes before

you

433
 

Malvolio (434)

M, O, A, I; this simulation is not as the former: and

yet, to crush this a little, it would bow to me, for

every one of these letters are in my name. Soft!

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here follows prose.

Reads

'If this fall into thy hand, revolve. In my stars I

am above thee; but be not afraid of greatness: some

are born great, some achieve greatness, and some

have greatness thrust upon 'em. Thy Fates open

their hands; let thy blood and spirit embrace them;

and, to inure thyself to what thou art like to be,

cast thy humble slough and appear fresh. Be

opposite with a kinsman, surly with servants; let

thy tongue tang arguments of state; put thyself into

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the trick of singularity: she thus advises thee

that sighs for thee. Remember who commended thy

yellow stockings, and wished to see thee ever

cross-gartered: I say, remember. Go to, thou art

made, if thou desirest to be so; if not, let me see

thee a steward still, the fellow of servants, and

not worthy to touch Fortune's fingers. Farewell.

She that would alter services with thee,

THE FORTUNATE-UNHAPPY.'

Daylight and champaign discovers not more: this is

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open. I will be proud, I will read politic authors,

I will baffle Sir Toby, I will wash off gross

acquaintance, I will be point-devise the very man.

I do not now fool myself, to let imagination jade

me; for every reason excites to this, that my lady

loves me. She did commend my yellow stockings of

late, she did praise my leg being cross-gartered;

and in this she manifests herself to my love, and

with a kind of injunction drives me to these habits

of her liking. I thank my stars I am happy. I will

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be strange, stout, in yellow stockings, and

cross-gartered, even with the swiftness of putting

on. Jove and my stars be praised! Here is yet a

postscript.

Reads

'Thou canst not choose but know who I am. If thou

entertainest my love, let it appear in thy smiling;

thy smiles become thee well; therefore in my

presence still smile, dear my sweet, I prithee.'

Jove, I thank thee: I will smile; I will do

everything that thou wilt have me.

Exit

Mal. M,O,A,I. This simulation is not as the former:

and yet to crush this a little, it would bow to mee, for euery

one of these Letters are in my name. Soft, here followes

prose: If this fall into thy hand, reuolue. In my stars

I am aboue thee, but be not affraid of greatnesse: Some

are become great, some atcheeues greatnesse, and some

haue greatnesse thrust vppon em. Thy fates open theyr

hands, let thy blood and spirit embrace them, and to invre

thy selfe to what thou art like to be: cast thy humble

slough, and appeare fresh. Be opposite with a kinsman,

surly with seruants: Let thy tongue tang arguments of

state; put thy selfe into the tricke of singularitie. Shee

thus aduises thee, that sighes for thee. Remember who

commended thy yellow stockings, and wish'd to see thee

euer crosse garter'd: I say remember, goe too, thou art

made if thou desir'st to be so: If not, let me see thee a steward

still, the fellow of seruants, and not woorthie to

touch Fortunes fingers Farewell, Shee that would alter

seruices with thee, the fortunate vnhappy daylight and

champian discouers not more: This is open, I will bee

proud, I will reade politicke Authours, I will baffle Sir

Toby, I will wash off grosse acquaintance, I will be point

deuise, the very man. I do not now foole my selfe, to let

imagination iade mee; for euery reason excites to this,

that my Lady loues me. She did commend my yellow

stockings of late, shee did praise my legge being crosse-garter'd,

and in this she manifests her selfe to my loue, &

with a kinde of iniunction driues mee to these habites of

her liking. I thanke my starres, I am happy: I will bee

strange, stout, in yellow stockings, and crosse Garter'd,

euen with the swiftnesse of putting on. Ioue, and my

starres be praised. Heere is yet a postscript. Thou canst

not choose but know who I am. If thou entertainst my loue, let

it appeare in thy smiling, thy smiles become thee well. Therefore

in my presence still smile, deero my sweete, I prethee. Ioue

I thanke thee, I will smile, I wil do euery thing that thou

wilt haue me.

Exit

434
 

Fabian (435)

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I will not give my part of this sport for a pension

of thousands to be paid from the Sophy.

Fab. I will not giue my part of this sport for a pension

of thousands to be paid from the Sophy

435
 

Sir Toby Belch (436)

I could marry this wench for this device.

To. I could marry this wench for this deuice

436
 

Sir Andrew (437)

So could I too.

An. So could I too

437
 

Sir Toby Belch (438)

And ask no other dowry with her but such another jest.

To. And aske no other dowry with her, but such another

iest.

438
 

Sir Andrew (439)

Nor I neither.

Enter Maria.

An. Nor I neither

439
 

Fabian (440)

Here comes my noble gull-catcher.

Fab. Heere comes my noble gull catcher

440

Enter Maria

 

Sir Toby Belch (441)

Wilt thou set thy foot o' my neck?

To. Wilt thou set thy foote o'my necke

441
 

Sir Andrew (442)

Or o' mine either?

An. Or o'mine either?

442
 

Sir Toby Belch (443)

Shall I play my freedom at traytrip, and become thy

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bond-slave?

To. Shall I play my freedome at tray-trip, and becom

thy bondslaue?

443
 

Sir Andrew (444)

I' faith, or I either?

An. Ifaith, or I either?

444
 

Sir Toby Belch (445)

Why, thou hast put him in such a dream, that when

the image of it leaves him he must run mad.

Tob. Why, thou hast put him in such a dreame, that

when the image of it leaues him, he must run mad

445
 

Maria (446)

Nay, but say true; does it work upon him?

Ma. Nay but say true, do's it worke vpon him?

446
 

Sir Toby Belch (447)

Like aqua-vitae with a midwife.

To. Like Aqua vite with a Midwife

447
 

Maria (448)

If you will then see the fruits of the sport, mark

his first approach before my lady: he will come to

her in yellow stockings, and 'tis a colour she

abhors, and cross-gartered, a fashion she detests;

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and he will smile upon her, which will now be so

unsuitable to her disposition, being addicted to a

melancholy as she is, that it cannot but turn him

into a notable contempt. If you will see it, follow

me.

Mar. If you will then see the fruites of the sport, mark

his first approach before my Lady: hee will come to her

in yellow stockings, and 'tis a colour she abhorres, and

crosse garter'd, a fashion shee detests: and hee will smile

vpon her, which will now be so vnsuteable to her disposition,

being addicted to a melancholly, as shee is, that it

cannot but turn him into a notable contempt: if you wil

see it follow me

448
 

Sir Toby Belch (449)

To the gates of Tartar, thou most excellent devil of wit!

To. To the gates of Tartar, thou most excellent diuell

of wit

449
 

Sir Andrew (450)

I'll make one too.

Exeunt

And. Ile make one too.

Exeunt.

Finis Actus secundus

expandMe Act III

expandMe Act III. Scene I. Olivia's garden.

3 - 1:    Act III. Scene I. Olivia's garden.

Enter Viola, and Clown with a tabour

450
 

Viola (451)

Save thee, friend, and thy music: dost thou live by

thy tabour?

Actus Tertius, Scaena prima.

Enter Viola and Clowne.

Vio. Saue thee Friend and thy Musick: dost thou liue

by thy Tabor?

451
 

Clown (452)

No, sir, I live by the church.

Clo. No sir, I liue by the Church

452
 

Viola (453)

Art thou a churchman?

Vio. Art thou a Churchman?

453
 

Clown (454)

No such matter, sir: I do live by the church; for

I do live at my house, and my house doth stand by

the church.

Clo. No such matter sir, I do liue by the Church: For,

I do liue at my house, and my house dooth stand by the

Church

454
 

Viola (455)

So thou mayst say, the king lies by a beggar, if a

beggar dwell near him; or, the church stands by thy

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tabour, if thy tabour stand by the church.

Vio. So thou maist say the Kings lyes by a begger, if a

begger dwell neer him: or the Church stands by thy Tabor,

if thy Tabor stand by the Church

455
 

Clown (456)

You have said, sir. To see this age! A sentence is

but a cheveril glove to a good wit: how quickly the

wrong side may be turned outward!

Clo. You haue said sir: To see this age: A sentence is

but a cheu'rill gloue to a good witte, how quickely the

wrong side may be turn'd outward

456
 

Viola (457)

Nay, that's certain; they that dally nicely with

words may quickly make them wanton.

Vio. Nay that's certaine: they that dally nicely with

words, may quickely make them wanton

457
 

Clown (458)

I would, therefore, my sister had had no name, sir.

Clo. I would therefore my sister had had no name Sir

458
 

Viola (459)

Why, man?

Vio. Why man?

459
 

Clown (460)

Why, sir, her name's a word; and to dally with that

word might make my sister wanton. But indeed words

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are very rascals since bonds disgraced them.

Clo. Why sir, her names a word, and to dallie with

that word, might make my sister wanton: But indeede,

words are very Rascals, since bonds disgrac'd them

460
 

Viola (461)

Thy reason, man?

Vio. Thy reason man?

461
 

Clown (462)

Troth, sir, I can yield you none without words; and

words are grown so false, I am loath to prove

reason with them.

Clo. Troth sir, I can yeeld you none without wordes,

and wordes are growne so false, I am loath to proue reason

with them

462
 

Viola (463)

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

Vio. I warrant thou art a merry fellow, and car'st for

nothing

463
 

Clown (464)

Not so, sir, I do care for something; but in my

conscience, sir, I do not care for you: if that be

to care for nothing, sir, I would it would make you invisible.

Clo. Not so sir, I do care for something: but in my conscience

sir, I do not care for you: if that be to care for nothing

sir, I would it would make you inuisible

464
 

Viola (465)

Art not thou the Lady Olivia's fool?

Vio. Art not thou the Lady Oliuia's foole?

465
 

Clown (466)

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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.

Clo. No indeed sir, the Lady Oliuia has no folly, shee

will keepe no foole sir, till she be married, and fooles are

as like husbands, as Pilchers are to Herrings, the Husbands

the bigger, I am indeede not her foole, but hir corrupter

of words

466
 

Viola (467)

I saw thee late at the Count Orsino's.

Vio. I saw thee late at the Count Orsino's

467
 

Clown (468)

Foolery, sir, does walk about the orb like the sun,

it shines every where. 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.

Clo. Foolery sir, does walke about the Orbe like the

Sun, it shines euery where. I would be sorry sir, but the

Foole should be as oft with your Master, as with my Mistris:

I thinke I saw your wisedome there

468
 

Viola (469)

40

Nay, an thou pass upon me, I'll no more with thee.

Hold, there's expenses for thee.

Vio. Nay, and thou passe vpon me, Ile no more with

thee. Hold there's expences for thee

469
 

Clown (470)

Now Jove, in his next commodity of hair, send thee a beard!

Clo. Now Ioue in his next commodity of hayre, send

thee a beard

470
 

Viola (471)

By my troth, I'll tell thee, I am almost sick for

one;

Aside

though I would not have it grow on my chin. Is thy

lady within?

Vio. By my troth Ile tell thee, I am almost sicke for

one, though I would not haue it grow on my chinne. Is

thy Lady within?

471
 

Clown (472)

Would not a pair of these have bred, sir?

Clo Would not a paire of these haue bred sir?

472
 

Viola (473)

Yes, being kept together and put to use.

Vio. Yes being kept together, and put to vse

473
 

Clown (474)

I would play Lord Pandarus of Phrygia, sir, to bring

50

a Cressida to this Troilus.

Clo. I would play Lord Pandarus of Phrygia sir, to bring

a Cressida to this Troylus

474
 

Viola (475)

I understand you, sir; 'tis well begged.

Vio. I vnderstand you sir, tis well begg'd

475
 

Clown (476)

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 over-worn.

Exit

Clo. The matter I hope is not great sir; begging, but a

begger: Cressida was a begger. My Lady is within sir. I

will conster 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 ouer-worne.

Exit

476
 

Viola (477)

This fellow is 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,

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The quality of persons, and the time,

And, like the haggard, cheque at every feather

That comes before his eye. This is a practise

As full of labour as a wise man's art

For folly that he wisely shows is fit;

But wise men, folly-fall'n, quite taint their wit.

Vio. This fellow is wise enough to play the foole,

And to do that well, craues a kinde of wit:

He must obserue their mood on whom he iests,

The quality of persons, and the time:

And like the Haggard, checke at euery Feather

That comes before his eye. This is a practice,

As full of labour as a Wise-mans Art:

For folly that he wisely shewes, is fit;

But wisemens folly falne, quite taint their wit.

477

Enter Sir Toby Belch, and Sir Andrew

 

Sir Toby Belch (478)

Save you, gentleman.

Enter Sir Toby and Andrew.

To. Saue you Gentleman

478
 

Viola (479)

And you, sir.

Vio. And you sir

479
 

Sir Andrew (480)

Dieu vous garde, monsieur.

And. Dieu vou guard Monsieur

480
 

Viola (481)

Et vous aussi; votre serviteur.

Vio. Et vouz ousie vostre seruiture

481
 

Sir Andrew (482)

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I hope, sir, you are; and I am yours.

An. I hope sir, you are, and I am yours

482
 

Sir Toby Belch (483)

Will you encounter the house? my niece is desirous

you should enter, if your trade be to her.

To. Will you incounter the house, my Neece is desirous

you should enter, if your trade be to her

483
 

Viola (484)

I am bound to your niece, sir; I mean, she is the

list of my voyage.

Vio. I am bound to your Neece sir, I meane she is the

list of my voyage

484
 

Sir Toby Belch (485)

Taste your legs, sir; put them to motion.

To. Taste your legges sir, put them to motion

485
 

Viola (486)

My legs do better understand me, sir, than I

understand what you mean by bidding me taste my legs.

Vio. My legges do better vnderstand me sir, then I vnderstand

what you meane by bidding me taste my legs

486
 

Sir Toby Belch (487)

I mean, to go, sir, to enter.

To. I meane to go sir, to enter

487
 

Viola (488)

I will answer you with gait and entrance. But we

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are prevented.

Enter Olivia and Maria

Most excellent accomplished lady, the heavens rain

odours on you!

Vio. I will answer you with gate and entrance, but we

are preuented.

Enter Oliuia, and Gentlewoman.

Most excellent accomplish'd Lady, the heauens raine Odours

on you

488
 

Sir Andrew (489)

That youth's a rare courtier: 'Rain odours;' well.

And. That youth's a rare Courtier, raine odours, wel

489
 

Viola (490)

My matter hath no voice, to your own most pregnant

and vouchsafed ear.

Vio. My matter hath no voice Lady, but to your owne

most pregnant and vouchsafed eare

490
 

Sir Andrew (491)

'Odours,' 'pregnant' and 'vouchsafed:' I'll get 'em

all three all ready.

And. Odours, pregnant, and vouchsafed: Ile get 'em

all three already

491
 

Olivia (492)

Let the garden door be shut, and leave me to my hearing.

Exeunt Sir Toby Belch, Sir Andrew, and Maria

Give me your hand, sir.

Ol. Let the Garden doore be shut, and leaue mee to

my hearing. Giue me your hand sir

492
 

Viola (493)

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My duty, madam, and most humble service.

Vio. My dutie Madam, and most humble seruice

493
 

Olivia (494)

What is your name?

Ol. What is your name?

494
 

Viola (495)

Cesario is your servant's name, fair princess.

Vio. Cesario is your seruants name, faire Princesse

495
 

Olivia (496)

My servant, sir! 'Twas never merry world

Since lowly feigning was call'd compliment:

You're servant to the Count Orsino, youth.

Ol. My seruant sir? 'Twas neuer merry world,

Since lowly feigning was call'd complement:

Y'are seruant to the Count Orsino youth

496
 

Viola (497)

And he is yours, and his must needs be yours:

Your servant's servant is your servant, madam.

Vio. And he is yours, and his must needs be yours:

Your seruants seruant, is your seruant Madam

497
 

Olivia (498)

For him, I think not on him: for his thoughts,

Would they were blanks, rather than fill'd with me!

Ol. For him, I thinke not on him: for his thoughts,

Would they were blankes, rather then fill'd with me

498
 

Viola (499)

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Madam, I come to whet your gentle thoughts

On his behalf.

Vio. Madam, I come to whet your gentle thoughts

On his behalfe

499
 

Olivia (500)

O, by your leave, I pray you,

I bade you never speak again of him:

But, would you undertake another suit,

I had rather hear you to solicit that

Than music from the spheres.

Ol. O by your leaue I pray you.

I bad you neuer speake againe of him;

But would you vndertake another suite

I had rather heare you, to solicit that,

Then Musicke from the spheares

500
 

Viola (501)

Dear lady,--

Vio. Deere Lady

501
 

Olivia (502)

Give me leave, beseech you. I did send,

After the last enchantment you did here,

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A ring in chase of you: so did I abuse

Myself, my servant and, I fear me, you:

Under your hard construction must I sit,

To force that on you, in a shameful cunning,

Which you knew none of yours: what might you think?

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 cypress, not a bosom,

Hideth my heart. So, let me hear you speak.

Ol. Giue me leaue, beseech you: I did send,

After the last enchantment you did heare,

A Ring in chace of you. So did I abuse

My selfe, my seruant, and I feare me you:

Vnder your hard construction must I sit,

To force that on you in a shamefull cunning

Which you knew none of yours. What might you think?

Haue you not set mine Honor at the stake,

And baited it with all th' vnmuzled thoughts

That tyrannous heart can think? To one of your receiuing

Enough is shewne, a Cipresse, not a bosome,

Hides my heart: so let me heare you speake

502
 

Viola (503)

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I pity you.

Vio. I pittie you

503
 

Olivia (504)

That's a degree to love.

Ol. That's a degree to loue

504
 

Viola (505)

No, not a grize; for 'tis a vulgar proof,

That very oft we pity enemies.

Vio. No not a grize: for tis a vulgar proofe

That verie oft we pitty enemies

505
 

Olivia (506)

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

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

If one should be a prey, how much the better

To fall before the lion than the wolf!

Clock strikes

The clock upbraids me with the waste of time.

Be not afraid, good youth, I will not have you:

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And yet, when wit and youth is come to harvest,

Your were is alike to reap a proper man:

There lies your way, due west.

Ol. Why then me thinkes 'tis time to smile agen:

O world, how apt the poore are to be proud?

If one should be a prey, how much the better

To fall before the Lion, then the Wolfe?

Clocke strikes.

The clocke vpbraides me with the waste of time:

Be not affraid good youth, I will not haue you,

And yet when wit and youth is come to haruest,

Your wife is like to reape a proper man:

There lies your way, due West

506
 

Viola (507)

Then westward-ho! Grace and good disposition

Attend your ladyship!

You'll nothing, madam, to my lord by me?

Vio. Then Westward hoe:

Grace and good disposition attend your Ladyship:

You'l nothing Madam to my Lord, by me:

507
 

Olivia (508)

Stay:

I prithee, tell me what thou thinkest of me.

Ol. Stay: I prethee tell me what thou thinkst of me?

508
 

Viola (509)

That you do think you are not what you are.

Vio. That you do thinke you are not what you are

509
 

Olivia (510)

If I think so, I think the same of you.

Ol. If I thinke so, I thinke the same of you

510
 

Viola (511)

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Then think you right: I am not what I am.

Vio. Then thinke you right: I am not what I am

511
 

Olivia (512)

I would you were as I would have you be!

Ol. I would you were, as I would haue you be

512
 

Viola (513)

Would it be better, madam, than I am?

I wish it might, for now I am your fool.

Vio. Would it be better Madam, then I am?

I wish it might, for now I am your foole

513
 

Olivia (514)

O, what a deal of scorn looks beautiful

In the contempt and anger of his lip!

A murderous guilt shows not itself more soon

Than love that would seem hid: love's night is noon.

Cesario, by the roses of the spring,

By maidhood, honour, truth and every thing,

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I love thee so, that, maugre all thy pride,

Nor wit nor reason can my passion hide.

Do not extort thy reasons from this clause,

For that I woo, thou therefore hast no cause,

But rather reason thus with reason fetter,

Love sought is good, but given unsought better.

Ol. O what a deale of scorne, lookes beautifull?

In the contempt and anger of his lip,

A murdrous guilt shewes not it selfe more soone,

Then loue that would seeme hid: Loues night, is noone.

Cesario, by the Roses of the Spring,

By maid-hood, honor, truth, and euery thing,

I loue thee so, that maugre all thy pride,

Nor wit, nor reason, can my passion hide:

Do not extort thy reasons from this clause,

For that I woo, thou therefore hast no cause:

But rather reason thus, with reason fetter;

Loue sought, is good: but giuen vnsought, is better

514
 

Viola (515)

By innocence I swear, and by my youth

I have one heart, one bosom and one truth,

And that no woman has; nor never none

Shall mistress be of it, save I alone.

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And so adieu, good madam: never more

Will I my master's tears to you deplore.

Vio. By innocence I sweare, and by my youth,

I haue one heart, one bosome, and one truth,

And that no woman has, nor neuer none

Shall mistris be of it, saue I alone.

And so adieu good Madam, neuer more,

Will I my Masters teares to you deplore

515
 

Olivia (516)

Yet come again; for thou perhaps mayst move

That heart, which now abhors, to like his love.

Exeunt

Ol. Yet come againe: for thou perhaps mayst moue

That heart which now abhorres, to like his loue.

Exeunt.

expandMe Act III. Scene II. Olivia's house.

3 - 2:    Act III. Scene II. Olivia's house.

Enter Sir Toby Belch, Sir Andrew, and Fabian

516
 

Sir Andrew (517)

No, faith, I'll not stay a jot longer.

Scoena Secunda.

Enter Sir Toby, Sir Andrew, and Fabian.

And. No faith, Ile not stay a iot longer:

517
 

Sir Toby Belch (518)

Thy reason, dear venom, give thy reason.

To. Thy reason deere venom, giue thy reason

518
 

Fabian (519)

You must needs yield your reason, Sir Andrew.

Fab. You must needes yeelde your reason, Sir Andrew?

519
 

Sir Andrew (520)

Marry, I saw your niece do more favours to the

count's serving-man than ever she bestowed upon me;

I saw't i' the orchard.

And. Marry I saw your Neece do more fauours to the

Counts Seruing-man, then euer she bestow'd vpon mee:

I saw't i'th Orchard

520
 

Sir Toby Belch (521)

Did she see thee the while, old boy? tell me that.

To. Did she see the while, old boy, tell me that

521
 

Sir Andrew (522)

As plain as I see you now.

And. As plaine as I see you now

522
 

Fabian (523)

This was a great argumentproof of love in her toward you.

Fab. This was a great argument of loue in her toward

you

523
 

Sir Andrew (524)

10

'Slight, will you make an ass o' me?

And. S'light; will you make an Asse o'me

524
 

Fabian (525)

I will prove it legitimate, sir, upon the oaths of

judgment and reason.

Fab. I will proue it legitimate sir, vpon the Oathes of

iudgement, and reason

525
 

Sir Toby Belch (526)

And they have been grand-jury-men since before Noah

was a sailor.

To. And they haue beene grand Iurie men, since before

Noah was a Saylor

526
 

Fabian (527)

She did show favour to the youth in your sight only

to exasperate you, to awake your dormouse valour, to

put fire in your heart and brimstone in your liver.

You should then have accosted her; and with some

excellent jests, fire-new from the mint, you should

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have banged the youth into dumbness. This was

looked for at your hand, and this was balked: the

double gilt of this opportunity you let time wash

off, and you are now sailed into the north of my

lady's opinion; where you will hang like an icicle

on a Dutchman's beard, unless you do redeem it by

some laudable attempt either of valour or policy.

Fab. Shee did shew fauour to the youth in your sight,

onely to exasperate you, to awake your dormouse valour,

to put fire in your Heart, and brimstone in your Liuer:

you should then haue accosted her, and with some excellent

iests, fire-new from the mint, you should haue bangd

the youth into dumbenesse: this was look'd for at your

hand, and this was baulkt: the double gilt of this opportunitie

you let time wash off, and you are now sayld into

the North of my Ladies opinion, where you will hang

like an ysickle on a Dutchmans beard, vnlesse you do redeeme

it, by some laudable attempt, either of valour or

policie

527
 

Sir Andrew (528)

An't be any way, it must be with valour; for policy

I hate: I had as lief be a Brownist as a

politician.

And. And't be any way, it must be with Valour, for

policie I hate: I had as liefe be a Brownist, as a Politician

528
 

Sir Toby Belch (529)

30

Why, then, build me thy fortunes upon the basis of

valour. Challenge me the count's youth to fight

with him; hurt him in eleven places: my niece shall

take note of it; and assure thyself, there is no

love-broker in the world can more prevail in man's

commendation with woman than report of valour.

To. Why then build me thy fortunes vpon the basis of

valour. Challenge me the Counts youth to fight with him

hurt him in eleuen places, my Neece shall take note of it,

and assure thy selfe, there is no loue-Broker in the world,

can more preuaile in mans commendation with woman,

then report of valour

529
 

Fabian (530)

There is no way but this, Sir Andrew.

Fab. There is no way but this sir Andrew

530
 

Sir Andrew (531)

Will either of you bear me a challenge to him?

An. Will either of you beare me a challenge to him?

531
 

Sir Toby Belch (532)

Go, write it in a martial hand; be curst and brief;

it is no matter how witty, so it be eloquent and fun

40

of invention: taunt him with the licence of ink:

if thou thou'st him some thrice, it shall not be

amiss; and as many lies as will lie in thy sheet of

paper, although the sheet were big enough for the

bed of Warehuge bed in England, set 'em down: go, about it.

Let there be gall enough in thy ink, though thou

write with a goose-pen, no matter: about it.

To. Go, write it in a martial hand, be curst and briefe:

it is no matter how wittie, so it bee eloquent, and full of

inuention: taunt him with the license of Inke: if thou

thou'st him some thrice, it shall not be amisse, and as many

Lyes, as will lye in thy sheete of paper, although the

sheete were bigge enough for the bedde of Ware in England,

set 'em downe, go about it. Let there bee gaulle enough

in thy inke, though thou write with a Goose-pen,

no matter: about it

532
 

Sir Andrew (533)

Where shall I find you?

And. Where shall I finde you?

533
 

Sir Toby Belch (534)

We'll call thee at the cubiculo: go.

Exit Sir Andrew

To. Wee'l call thee at the Cubiculo: Go.

Exit Sir Andrew.

534
 

Fabian (535)

This is a dear manikin to you, Sir Toby.

Fa. This is a deere Manakin to you Sir Toby

535
 

Sir Toby Belch (536)

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I have been dear to him, lad, some two thousand

strong, or so.

To. I haue beene deere to him lad, some two thousand

strong, or so

536
 

Fabian (537)

We shall have a rare letter from him: but you'll

not deliver't?

Fa. We shall haue a rare Letter from him; but you'le

not deliuer't

537
 

Sir Toby Belch (538)

Never trust me, then; and by all means stir on the

youth to an answer. I think oxen and wainropes

cannot hale them together. For Andrew, if he were

opened, and you find so much blood in his liver as

will clog the foot of a flea, I'll eat the rest of

the anatomy.

To. Neuer trust me then: and by all meanes stirre on

the youth to an answer. I thinke Oxen and waine-ropes

cannot hale them together. For Andrew, if he were open'd

and you finde so much blood in his Liuer, as will clog the

foote of a flea, Ile eate the rest of th' anatomy

538
 

Fabian (539)

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And his opposite, the youth, bears in his visage no

great presage of cruelty.

Fab. And his opposit the youth beares in his visage no

great presage of cruelty.

539

Enter Maria

 

Sir Toby Belch (540)

Look, where the youngest wren of nine comes.

Enter Maria.

To. Looke where the youngest Wren of mine comes

540
 

Maria (541)

If you desire the spleen, and will laugh yourself

into stitches, follow me. Yond gull Malvolio is

turned heathen, a very renegado; for there is no

Christian, that means to be saved by believing

rightly, can ever believe such impossible passages

of grossness. He's in yellow stockings.

Mar. If you desire the spleene, and will laughe your

selues into stitches, follow me; yond gull Maluolio is turned

Heathen, a verie Renegatho; for there is no christian

that meanes to be saued by beleeuing rightly, can euer

beleeue such impossible passages of grossenesse. Hee's in

yellow stockings

541
 

Sir Toby Belch (542)

And cross-gartered?

To. And crosse garter'd?

542
 

Maria (543)

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Most villanously; like a pedant that keeps a school

i' the church. I have dogged him, like his

murderer. He does obey every point of the letter

that I dropped to betray him: he does smile his

face into more lines than is in the new map with the

augmentation of the Indies: you have not seen such

a thing as 'tis. I can hardly forbear hurling things

at him. I know my lady will strike him: if she do,

he'll smile and take't for a great favour.

Mar. Most villanously: like a Pedant that keepes a

Schoole i'th Church: I haue dogg'd him like his murtherer.

He does obey euery point of the Letter that I dropt,

to betray him: He does smile his face into more lynes,

then is in the new Mappe, with the augmentation of the

Indies: you haue not seene such a thing as tis: I can hardly

forbeare hurling things at him, I know my Ladie will

strike him: if shee doe, hee'l smile, and take't for a great

fauour

543
 

Sir Toby Belch (544)

Come, bring us, bring us where he is.

Exeunt

To. Come bring vs, bring vs where he is.

Exeunt. Omnes.

expandMe Act III. Scene III. A street.

3 - 3:    Act III. Scene III. A street.

Enter Sebastian and Antonio

544
 

Sebastian (545)

I would not by my will have troubled you;

But, since you make your pleasure of your pains,

I will no further chide you.

Scaena Tertia.

Enter Sebastian and Anthonio.

Seb. I would not by my will haue troubled you,

But since you make your pleasure of your paines,

I will no further chide you

545
 

Antonio (546)

I could not stay behind you: my desire,

More sharp than filed 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,

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Unguided and unfriended, often prove

Rough and unhospitable: my willing love,

The rather by these arguments of fear,

Set forth in your pursuit.

Ant. I could not stay behinde you: my desire

(More sharpe then filed steele) did spurre me forth,

And not all loue to see you (though so much

As might haue drawne one to a longer voyage)

But iealousie, what might befall your trauell,

Being skillesse in these parts: which to a stranger,

Vnguided, and vnfriended, often proue

Rough, and vnhospitable. My willing loue,

The rather by these arguments of feare

Set forth in your pursuite

546
 

Sebastian (547)

My kind Antonio,

I can no other answer make but thanks,

And thanks; and ever [ ] 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?

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Shall we go see the reliques of this town?

Seb. My kinde Anthonio,

I can no other answer make, but thankes,

And thankes: and euer oft good turnes,

Are shuffel'd off with such vncurrant pay:

But were my worth, as is my conscience firme,

You should finde better dealing: what's to do?

Shall we go see the reliques of this Towne?

547
 

Antonio (548)

To-morrow, sir: best first go see your lodging.

Ant. To morrow sir, best first go see your Lodging?

548
 

Sebastian (549)

I am not weary, and 'tis long toight:

I pray you, let us satisfy our eyes

With the memorials and the things of fame

That do renown this city.

Seb. I am not weary, and 'tis long to night

I pray you let vs satisfie our eyes

With the memorials, and the things of fame

That do renowne this City

549
 

Antonio (550)

Would you'ld pardon me;

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,

30

That were I ta'en here it would scarce be answer'd.

Ant. Would youl'd pardon me:

I do not without danger walke these streetes.

Once in a sea-fight 'gainst the Count his gallies,

I did some seruice, of such note indeede,

That were I tane heere, it would scarse be answer'd

550
 

Sebastian (551)

Belike you slew great number of his people.

Seb. Belike you slew great number of his people

551
 

Antonio (552)

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 answer'd 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.

Ant. Th' offence is not of such a bloody nature,

Albeit the quality of the time, and quarrell

Might well haue giuen vs bloody argument:

It might haue since bene answer'd in repaying

What we tooke from them, which for Traffiques sake

Most of our City did. Onely my selfe stood out,

For which if I be lapsed in this place

I shall pay deere

552
 

Sebastian (553)

40

Do not then walk too open.

Seb. Do not then walke too open

553
 

Antonio (554)

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 knowledge

With viewing of the town: there shall you have me.

Ant. It doth not fit me: hold sir, here's my purse,

In the South Suburbes at the Elephant

Is best to lodge: I will bespeake our dyet,

Whiles you beguile the time, and feed your knowledge

With viewing of the Towne, there shall you haue me

554
 

Sebastian (555)

Why I your purse?

Seb. Why I your purse?

555
 

Antonio (556)

Haply your eye shall light upon some toy

You have desire to purchase; and your store,

I think, is not for idle markets, sir.

Ant. Haply your eye shall light vpon some toy

You haue desire to purchase: and your store

I thinke is not for idle Markets, sir

556
 

Sebastian (557)

50

I'll be your purse-bearer and leave you

For an hour.

Seb. Ile be your purse-bearer, and leaue you

For an houre

557
 

Antonio (558)

To the Elephant.

Ant. To th' Elephant

558
 

Sebastian (559)

I do remember.

Exeunt

Seb. I do remember.

Exeunt.

expandMe Act III. Scene IV. Olivia's garden.

3 - 4:    Act III. Scene IV. Olivia's garden.

Enter Olivia and Maria

559
 

Olivia (560)

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 begg'd or borrow'd.

I speak too loud.

Where is Malvolio? he is sad and civil,

And suits well for a servant with my fortunes:

Where is Malvolio?

Scoena Quarta.

Enter Oliuia and Maria.

Ol. I haue sent after him, he sayes hee'l come:

How shall I feast him? What bestow of him?

For youth is bought more oft, then begg'd, or borrow'd.

I speake too loud: Where's Maluolio, he is sad, and ciuill,

And suites well for a seruant with my fortunes,

Where is Maluolio?

560
 

Maria (561)

He's coming, madam; but in very strange manner. He

is, sure, possessed, madam.

Mar. He's comming Madame:

But in very strange manner. He is sure possest Madam

561
 

Olivia (562)

10

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

Ol. Why what's the matter, does he raue?

562
 

Maria (563)

No. madam, he does nothing but smile: your

ladyship were best to have some guard about you, if

he come; for, sure, the man is tainted in's wits.

Mar. No Madam, he does nothing but smile: your Ladyship

were best to haue some guard about you, if hee

come, for sure the man is tainted in's wits

563
 

Olivia (564)

Go call him hither.

Exit Maria

I am as mad as he,

If sad and merry madness equal be.

Enter Maria, with Malvolio

How now, Malvolio!

Ol. Go call him hither.

Enter Maluolio.

I am as madde as hee,

If sad and merry madnesse equall bee.

How now Maluolio?

564
 

Malvolio (565)

Sweet lady, ho, ho.

Mal. Sweet Lady, ho, ho

565
 

Olivia (566)

Smilest thou?

20

I sent for thee upon a sad occasion.

Ol. Smil'st thou? I sent for thee vpon a sad occasion

566
 

Malvolio (567)

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.'

Mal. Sad Lady, I could be sad:

This does make some obstruction in the blood:

This crosse-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

567
 

Olivia (568)

Why, how dost thou, man? what is the matter with thee?

Mal. Why how doest thou man?

What is the matter with thee?

568
 

Malvolio (569)

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.

Mal. Not blacke in my minde, though yellow in my

legges: It did come to his hands, and Commaunds shall

be executed. I thinke we doe know the sweet Romane

hand

569
 

Olivia (570)

30

Wilt thou go to bed, Malvolio?

Ol. Wilt thou go to bed Maluolio?

570
 

Malvolio (571)

To bed! ay, sweet-heart, and I'll come to thee.

Mal. To bed? I sweet heart, and Ile come to thee

571
 

Olivia (572)

God comfort thee! Why dost thou smile so and kiss

thy hand so oft?

Ol. God comfort thee: Why dost thou smile so, and

kisse thy hand so oft?

572
 

Maria (573)

How do you, Malvolio?

Mar. How do you Maluolio?

573
 

Malvolio (574)

At your request! yes; nightingales answer daws.

Maluo. At your request:

Yes Nightingales answere Dawes

574
 

Maria (575)

Why appear you with this ridiculous boldness before my lady?

Mar. Why appeare you with this ridiculous boldnesse

before my Lady

575
 

Malvolio (576)

'Be not afraid of greatness:' 'twas well writ.

Mal. Be not afraid of greatnesse: 'twas well writ

576
 

Olivia (577)

What meanest thou by that, Malvolio?

Ol. What meanst thou by that Maluolio?

577
 

Malvolio (578)

'Some are born great,'--

Mal. Some are borne great

578
 

Olivia (579)

40

Ha!

Ol. Ha?

579
 

Malvolio (580)

'Some achieve greatness,'--

Mal. Some atcheeue greatnesse

580
 

Olivia (581)

What sayest thou?

Ol. What sayst thou?

581
 

Malvolio (582)

'And some have greatness thrust upon them.'

Mal. And some haue greatnesse thrust vpon them

582
 

Olivia (583)

Heaven restore thee!

Ol. Heauen restore thee

583
 

Malvolio (584)

'Remember who commended thy yellow stocking s,'--

Mal. Remember who commended thy yellow stockings

584
 

Olivia (585)

Thy yellow stockings!

Ol. Thy yellow stockings?

585
 

Malvolio (586)

'And wished to see thee cross-gartered.'

Mal. And wish'd to see thee crosse garter'd

586
 

Olivia (587)

Cross-gartered!

Ol. Crosse garter'd?

587
 

Malvolio (588)

'Go to thou art made, if thou desirest to be so;'--

Mal. Go too, thou art made, if thou desir'st to be so

588
 

Olivia (589)

50

Am I made?

Ol. Am I made?

589
 

Malvolio (590)

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

Mal. If not, let me see thee a seruant still

590
 

Olivia (591)

Why, this is very midsummer madness.

Ol. Why this is verie Midsommer madnesse.

591

Enter Servant

 

Servant (592)

Madam, the young gentleman of the Count Orsino's is

returned: I could hardly entreat him back: he

attends your ladyship's pleasure.

Enter Seruant.

Ser. Madame, the young Gentleman of the Count

Orsino's is return'd, I could hardly entreate him backe: he

attends your Ladyships pleasure

592
 

Olivia (593)

I'll come to him.

Exit Servant

Good Maria, let this fellow be looked to. Where's

my cousin Toby? Let some of my people have a special

care of him: I would not have him miscarry for the

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half of my dowry.

Exeunt Olivia and Maria

Ol. Ile come to him.

Good Maria, let this fellow be look'd too. Where's my

Cosine Toby, let some of my people haue a speciall care

of him, I would not haue him miscarrie for the halfe of

my Dowry.

Exit

593
 

Malvolio (594)

O, ho! do you come near me now? no worse man than

Sir Toby to look to me! This concurs directly with

the letter: she sends him on purpose, that I may

appear stubborn to him; for she incites me to that

in the letter. 'Cast thy humble slough,' says she;

'be opposite with a kinsman, surly with servants;

let thy tongue tang with arguments of state; put

thyself into the trick of singularity;' and

consequently sets down the manner how; as, a sad

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face, a reverend carriage, a slow tongue, in the

habit of some sir of note, and so forth. I have

limed her; but it is Jove's doing, and Jove make me

thankful! And when she went away now, 'Let this

fellow be looked to:' fellow! not Malvolio, nor

after my degree, but fellow. Why, every thing

adheres together, that no dram of a scruple, no

scruple of a scruple, no obstacle, no incredulous

or unsafe circumstance--What can be said? Nothing

that can be can come between me and the full

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prospect of my hopes. Well, Jove, not I, is the

doer of this, and he is to be thanked.

Mal. Oh ho, do you come neere me now: no worse

man then sir Toby to looke to me. This concurres directly

with the Letter, she sends him on purpose, that I may

appeare stubborne to him: for she incites me to that in

the Letter. Cast thy humble slough sayes she: be opposite

with a Kinsman, surly with seruants, let thy tongue

langer with arguments of state, put thy selfe into the

tricke of singularity: and consequently setts downe the

manner how: as a sad face, a reuerend carriage, a slow

tongue, in the habite of some Sir of note, and so foorth.

I haue lymde her, but it is Ioues doing, and Ioue make me

thankefull. And when she went away now, let this Fellow

be look'd too: Fellow? not Maluolio, nor after my

degree, but Fellow. Why euery thing adheres togither,

that no dramme of a scruple, no scruple of a scruple, no

obstacle, no incredulous or vnsafe circumstance: What

can be saide? Nothing that can be, can come betweene

me, and the full prospect of my hopes. Well Ioue, not I,

is the doer of this, and he is to be thanked.

594

Enter Maria, with Sir Toby Belch and Fabian

 

Sir Toby Belch (595)

Which way is he, in the name of sanctity? If all

the devils of hell be drawn in little, and Legion

himself possessed him, yet I'll speak to him.

Enter Toby, Fabian, and Maria.

To. Which way is hee in the name of sanctity. If all

the diuels of hell be drawne in little, and Legion himselfe

possest him, yet Ile speake to him

595
 

Fabian (596)

Here he is, here he is. How is't with you, sir?

how is't with you, man?

Fab. Heere he is, heere he is: how ist with you sir?

How ist with you man?

596
 

Malvolio (597)

Go off; I discard you: let me enjoy my private: go

off.

Mal. Go off, I discard you: let me enioy my priuate:

go off

597
 

Maria (598)

Lo, how hollow the fiend speaks within him! did not

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I tell you? Sir Toby, my lady prays you to have a

care of him.

Mar. Lo, how hollow the fiend speakes within him;

did not I tell you? Sir Toby, my Lady prayes you to haue

a care of him

598
 

Malvolio (599)

Ah, ha! does she so?

Mal. Ah ha, does she so?

599
 

Sir Toby Belch (600)

Go to, go to; peace, peace; we must deal gently

with him: let me alone. How do you, Malvolio? how

is't with you? What, man! defy the devil:

consider, he's an enemy to mankind.

To. Go too, go too: peace, peace, wee must deale

gently with him: Let me alone. How do you Maluolio?

How ist with you? What man, defie the diuell: consider,

he's an enemy to mankinde

600
 

Malvolio (601)

Do you know what you say?

Mal. Do you know what you say?

601
 

Maria (602)

La you, an you speak ill of the devil, how he takes

it at heart! Pray God, he be not bewitched!

Mar. La you, and you speake ill of the diuell, how

he takes it at heart. Pray God he be not bewitch'd

602
 

Fabian (603)

100

Carry his water to the wise woman.

Fab. Carry his water to th' wise woman

603
 

Maria (604)

Marry, and it shall be done to-morrow morning, if I

live. My lady would not lose him for more than I'll say.

Mar. Marry and it shall be done to morrow morning

if I liue. My Lady would not loose him for more then ile

say

604
 

Malvolio (605)

How now, mistress!

Mal. How now mistris?

605
 

Maria (606)

O Lord!

Mar. Oh Lord

606
 

Sir Toby Belch (607)

Prithee, hold thy peace; this is not the way: do

you not see you move him? let me alone with him.

To. Prethee hold thy peace, this is not the way: Doe

you not see you moue him? Let me alone with him

607
 

Fabian (608)

No way but gentleness; gently, gently: the fiend is

rough, and will not be roughly used.

Fa. No way but gentlenesse, gently, gently: the Fiend

is rough, and will not be roughly vs'd

608
 

Sir Toby Belch (609)

Whyhow now, my bawcockfine fellow! how dost thou, chuck?

To. Why how now my bawcock? how dost y chuck?

609
 

Malvolio (610)

110

Sir!

Mal. Sir

610
 

Sir Toby Belch (611)

Ay, Biddy, come with me. What, man! 'tis not for

gravity to play at cherry-pit with Satan: hang

him, foul collier!

To. I biddy, come with me. What man, tis not for

grauity to play at cherrie-pit with sathan Hang him foul

Colliar

611
 

Maria (612)

Get him to say his prayers, good Sir Toby, get him to pray.

Mar. Get him to say his prayers, good sir Toby gette

him to pray

612
 

Malvolio (613)

My prayers, minx!

Mal. My prayers Minx

613
 

Maria (614)

No, I warrant you, he will not hear of godliness.

Mar. No I warrant you, he will not heare of godlynesse

614
 

Malvolio (615)

Go, hang yourselves all! you are idle shallow

things: I am not of your element: you shall know

more hereafter.

Exit

Mal. Go hang your selues all: you are ydle shallowe

things, I am not of your element, you shall knowe more

heereafter.

Exit

615
 

Sir Toby Belch (616)

120

Is't possible?

To. Ist possible?

616
 

Fabian (617)

If this were played upon a stage now, I could

condemn it as an improbable fiction.

Fa. If this were plaid vpon a stage now, I could condemne

it as an improbable fiction

617
 

Sir Toby Belch (618)

His very genius hath taken the infection of the device, man.

To. His very genius hath taken the infection of the

deuice man

618
 

Maria (619)

Nay, pursue him now, lest the device take air and taint.

Mar. Nay pursue him now, least the deuice take ayre,

and taint

619
 

Fabian (620)

Why, we shall make him mad indeed.

Fa. Why we shall make him mad indeede

620
 

Maria (621)

The house will be the quieter.

Mar. The house will be the quieter

621
 

Sir Toby Belch (622)

Come, we'll have him in a dark room and bound. My

niece is already in the belief that he's mad: we

may carry it thus, for our pleasure and his penance,

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till our very pastime, tired out of breath, prompt

us to have mercy on him: at which time we will

bring the device to the bar and crown thee for a

finder of madmen. But see, but see.

To. Come, wee'l haue him in a darke room & bound.

My Neece is already in the beleefe that he's mad: we may

carry it thus for our pleasure, and his pennance, til our very

pastime tyred out of breath, prompt vs to haue mercy

on him: at which time, we wil bring the deuice to the bar

and crowne thee for a finder of madmen: but see, but see.

622

Enter Sir Andrew

 

Fabian (623)

More matter for a May morning.

Enter Sir Andrew.

Fa. More matter for a May morning

623
 

Sir Andrew (624)

Here's the challenge, read it: warrant there's

vinegar and pepper in't.

An. Heere's the Challenge, reade it: I warrant there's

vinegar and pepper in't

624
 

Fabian (625)

Is't so saucy?

Fab. Ist so sawcy?

625
 

Sir Andrew (626)

Ay, is't, I warrant him: do but read.

And. I, ist? I warrant him: do but read

626
 

Sir Toby Belch (627)

Give me.

Reads

140

'Youth, whatsoever thou art, thou art but a scurvy fellow.'

To. Giue me.

Youth, whatsoeuer thou art, thou art but a scuruy fellow

627
 

Fabian (628)

Good, and valiant.

Fa. Good, and valiant

628
 

Sir Toby Belch (629)

[Reads] 'Wonder not, nor admire not in thy mind,

why I do call thee so, for I will show thee no reason for't.'

To. Wonder not, nor admire not in thy minde why I doe call

thee so, for I will shew thee no reason for't

629
 

Fabian (630)

A good note; that keeps you from the blow of the law.

Fa. A good note, that keepes you from the blow of y Law

630
 

Sir Toby Belch (631)

[Reads] 'Thou comest to the lady Olivia, and in my

sight she uses thee kindly: but thou liest in thy

throat; that is not the matter I challenge thee for.'

To. Thou comst to the Lady Oliuia, and in my sight she vses

thee kindly: but thou lyest in thy throat, that is not the matter

I challenge thee for

631
 

Fabian (632)

Very brief, and to exceeding good sense--less.

Fa. Very breefe, and to exceeding good sence-lesse

632
 

Sir Toby Belch (633)

[Reads] 'I will waylay thee going home; where if it

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be thy chance to kill me,'--

To. I will way-lay thee going home, where if it be thy chance to kill me

633
 

Fabian (634)

Good.

Fa. Good

634
 

Sir Toby Belch (635)


Thou killest me like a rogue and a villain.

To. Thou kilst me like a rogue and a villaine

635
 

Fabian (636)

Still you keep o' the windy side of the law: good.

Fa. Still you keepe o'th windie side of the Law: good

636
 

Sir Toby Belch (637)


Fare thee well; and God have mercy upon one of our

souls! He may have mercy upon mine; but my hope is better,

and so look to thyself. Thy friend, as thou usest him, and th

sworn enemy, Andrew Aguecheek"

If this letter move him not, his legs cannot:

I'll give't him.

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Tob. Fartheewell, and God haue mercie vpon one of our soules. He may haue mercie vpon mine, but my hope is better, and so looke to thy selfe. Thy friend as thou vsest him, & thy sworne enemie, Andrew Ague-cheeke

If this Letter moue him not, his legges cannot: Ile giu't him

637
 

Maria (638)

You may have very fit occasion for't: he is now in

some commerce with my lady, and will by and by depart.

Mar. You may haue verie fit occasion for't: he is now

in some commerce with my Ladie, and will by and by

depart

638
 

Sir Toby Belch (639)

Go, Sir Andrew: scout me for him at the corner the

orchard like a bum-baily: so soon as ever thou seest

him, draw; and, as thou drawest swear horrible; for

it comes to pass oft that a terrible oath, with a

swaggering accent sharply twanged off, gives manhood

more approbation than ever proof itself would have

earned him. Away!

To. Go sir Andrew: scout mee for him at the corner

of the Orchard like a bum-Baylie: so soone as euer thou

seest him, draw, and as thou draw'st, sweare horrible: for

it comes to passe oft, that a terrible oath, with a swaggering

accent sharpely twang'd off, giues manhoode more

approbation, then euer proofe it selfe would haue earn'd

him. Away

639
 

Sir Andrew (640)

170

Nay, let me alone for swearing.

Exit

And. Nay let me alone for swearing.

Exit

640
 

Sir Toby Belch (641)

Now will not I deliver his letter: for the behavior

of the young gentleman gives him out to be of good

capacity and breeding; his employment between his

lord and my niece confirms no less: therefore this

letter, being so excellently ignorant, will breed no

terror in the youth: he will find it comes from a

clodpole. But, sir, I will deliver his challenge by

word of mouth; set upon Aguecheek a notable report

of valour; and drive the gentleman, as I know his

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youth will aptly receive it, into a most hideous

opinion of his rage, skill, fury and impetuosity.

This will so fright them both that they will kill

one another by the look, like cockatrices.

To. Now will not I deliuer his Letter: for the behauiour

of the yong Gentleman, giues him out to be of good

capacity, and breeding: his employment betweene his

Lord and my Neece, confirmes no lesse. Therefore, this

Letter being so excellently ignorant, will breed no terror

in the youth: he will finde it comes from a Clodde-pole.

But sir, I will deliuer his Challenge by word of mouth;

set vpon Ague-cheeke a notable report of valor, and driue

the Gentleman (as I know his youth will aptly receiue it)

into a most hideous opinion of his rage, skill, furie, and

impetuositie. This will so fright them both, that they wil

kill one another by the looke, like Cockatrices.

641

Enter Olivia, with Viola

 

Fabian (642)

Here he comes with your niece: give them way till

he take leave, and presently after him.

Enter Oliuia and Viola.

Fab. Heere he comes with your Neece, giue them way

till he take leaue, and presently after him

642
 

Sir Toby Belch (643)

I will meditate the while upon some horrid message

for a challenge.

Exeunt Sir Toby Belch, Fabian, and Maria

To. I wil meditate the while vpon some horrid message

for a Challenge

643
 

Olivia (644)

I have said too much unto a heart of stone

And laid mine honour too unchary out:

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There's something in me that reproves my fault;

But such a headstrong potent fault it is,

That it but mocks reproof.

Ol. I haue said too much vnto a hart of stone,

And laid mine honour too vnchary on't:

There's something in me that reproues my fault:

But such a head-strong potent fault it is,

That it but mockes reproofe

644
 

Viola (645)

With the same 'havior that your passion bears

Goes on my master's grief.

Vio. With the same hauiour that your passion beares,

Goes on my Masters greefes

645
 

Olivia (646)

Here, wear this jewel for me, 'tis my picture;

Refuse it not; it hath no tongue to vex you;

And I beseech you come again to-morrow.

What shall you ask of me that I'll deny,

That honour saved may upon asking give?

Ol. Heere, weare this Iewell for me, tis my picture:

Refuse it not, it hath no tongue, to vex you:

And I beseech you come againe to morrow.

What shall you aske of me that Ile deny,

That honour (sau'd) may vpon asking giue

646
 

Viola (647)

200

Nothing but this; your true love for my master.

Vio. Nothing but this, your true loue for my master

647
 

Olivia (648)

How with mine honour may I give him that

Which I have given to you?

Ol. How with mine honor may I giue him that,

Which I haue giuen to you

648
 

Viola (649)

I will acquit yourelease you from any obligations to me.

Vio. I will acquit you

649
 

Olivia (650)

Well, come again to-morrow: fare thee well:

A fiend like thee might bear my soul to hell.

Exit

Ol. Well, come againe to morrow: far-thee-well,

A Fiend like thee might beare my soule to hell.

650

Enter Sir Toby Belch and Fabian

 

Sir Toby Belch (651)

Gentleman, God save thee.

Enter Toby and Fabian.

To. Gentleman, God saue thee

651
 

Viola (652)

And you, sir.

Vio. And you sir

652
 

Sir Toby Belch (653)

That defence thou hast, betake thee to't: of what

nature the wrongs are thou hast done him, I know

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not; but thy intercepter, full of despite, bloody as

the hunter, attends thee at the orchard-end:

dismount thy tuck, be yare in thy preparation, for

thy assailant is quick, skilful and deadly.

To. That defence thou hast, betake the too't: of what

nature the wrongs are thou hast done him, I knowe not:

but thy intercepter full of despight, bloody as the Hunter,

attends thee at the Orchard end: dismount thy tucke,

be yare in thy preparation, for thy assaylant is quick, skilfull,

and deadly

653
 

Viola (654)

You mistake, sir; I am sure no man hath any quarrel

to me: my remembrance is very free and clear from

any image of offence done to any man.

Vio. You mistake sir I am sure, no man hath any quarrell

to me: my remembrance is very free and cleere from

any image of offence done to any man

654
 

Sir Toby Belch (655)

You'll find it otherwise, I assure you: therefore,

if you hold your life at any price, betake you to

your guard; for your opposite hath in him what

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youth, strength, skill and wrath can furnish man withal.

To. You'l finde it otherwise I assure you: therefore, if

you hold your life at any price, betake you to your gard:

for your opposite hath in him what youth, strength, skill,

and wrath, can furnish man withall

655
 

Viola (656)

I pray you, sir, what is he?

Vio. I pray you sir what is he?

656
 

Sir Toby Belch (657)

He is knight, dubbed with unhatched rapier and on

carpet consideration; but he is a devil in private

brawl: souls and bodies hath he divorced three; and

his incensement at this moment is so implacable,

that satisfaction can be none but by pangs of death

and sepulchre. Hob, nob, is his word; give't or take't.

To. He is knight dubb'd with vnhatch'd Rapier, and

on carpet consideration, but he is a diuell in priuate brall,

soules and bodies hath he diuorc'd three, and his incensement

at this moment is so implacable, that satisfaction

can be none, but by pangs of death and sepulcher: Hob,

nob, is his word: giu't or take't

657
 

Viola (658)

I will return again into the house and desire some

conduct of the lady. I am no fighter. I have heard

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of some kind of men that put quarrels purposely on

others, to taste their valour: belike this is a man

of that quirk.

Vio. I will returne againe into the house, and desire

some conduct of the Lady. I am no fighter, I haue heard

of some kinde of men, that put quarrells purposely on others,

to taste their valour: belike this is a man of that

quirke

658
 

Sir Toby Belch (659)

Sir, no; his indignation derives itself out of a

very competent injury: therefore, get you on and

give him his desire. Back you shall not to the

house, unless you undertake that with me which with

as much safety you might answer him: therefore, on,

or strip your sword stark naked; for meddle you

must, that's certain, or forswear to wear iron about you.

To. Sir, no: his indignation deriues it selfe out of a very

computent iniurie, therefore get you on, and giue him

his desire. Backe you shall not to the house, vnlesse you

vndertake that with me, which with as much safetie you

might answer him: therefore on, or strippe your sword

starke naked: for meddle you must that's certain, or forsweare

to weare iron about you

659
 

Viola (660)

240

This is as uncivil as strange. I beseech you, do me

this courteous office, as to know of the knight what

my offence to him is: it is something of my

negligence, nothing of my purpose.

Vio. This is as vnciuill as strange. I beseech you doe

me this courteous office, as to know of the Knight what

my offence to him is: it is something of my negligence,

nothing of my purpose

660
 

Sir Toby Belch (661)

I will do so. Signior Fabian, stay you by this

gentleman till my return.

Exit

To. I will doe so. Signiour Fabian, stay you by this

Gentleman, till my returne.

Exit Toby.

661
 

Viola (662)

Pray you, sir, do you know of this matter?

Vio. Pray you sir, do you know of this matter?

662
 

Fabian (663)

I know the knight is incensed against you, even to a

mortal arbitrement; but nothing of the circumstance more.

Fab. I know the knight is incenst against you, euen to

a mortall arbitrement, but nothing of the circumstance

more

663
 

Viola (664)

I beseech you, what manner of man is he?

Vio. I beseech you what manner of man is he?

664
 

Fabian (665)

250

Nothing of that wonderful promise, to read him by

his form, as you are like to find him in the proof

of his valour. He is, indeed, sir, the most skilful,

bloody and fatal opposite that you could possibly

have found in any part of Illyria. Will you walk

towards him? I will make your peace with him if I

can.

Fab. Nothing of that wonderfull promise to read him

by his forme, as you are like to finde him in the proofe of

his valour. He is indeede sir, the most skilfull, bloudy, &

fatall opposite that you could possibly haue found in anie

part of Illyria: will you walke towards him, I will make

your peace with him, if I can

665
 

Viola (666)

I shall be much bound to you for't: I am one that

had rather go with sir priest than sir knight: I

care not who knows so much of my mettle.

Exeunt

Vio. I shall bee much bound to you for't: I am one,

that had rather go with sir Priest, then sir knight: I care

not who knowes so much of my mettle.

Exeunt.

666

Enter Sir Toby Belch, with Sir Andrew

 

Sir Toby Belch (667)

260

Why, man, he's a very devil; I have not seen such a

firago. I had a pass with him, rapier, scabbard and

all, and he gives me the stuck in with such a mortal

motion, that it is inevitable; and on the answer, he

pays you as surely as your feet hit the ground they

step on. They say he has been fencer to the Sophy.

Enter Toby and Andrew.

To. Why man hee s a verie diuell, I haue not seen such

a firago: I had a passe with him, rapier, scabberd, and all:

and he giues me the stucke in with such a mortall motion

that it is ineuitable: and on the answer, he payes you as

surely, as your feete hits the ground they step on. They

say, he has bin Fencer to the Sophy

667
 

Sir Andrew (668)

Pox on't, I'll not meddle with him.

And. Pox on't, Ile not meddle with him

668
 

Sir Toby Belch (669)

Ay, but he will not now be pacified: Fabian can

scarce hold him yonder.

To. I but he will not now be pacified,

Fabian can scarse hold him yonder

669
 

Sir Andrew (670)

Plague on't, an I thought he had been valiant and so

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cunning in fence, I'ld have seen him damned ere I'ld

have challenged him. Let him let the matter slip,

and I'll give him my horse, grey Capilet.

An. Plague on't, and I thought he had beene valiant,

and so cunning in Fence, I'de haue seene him damn'd ere

I'de haue challeng'd him. Let him let the matter slip, and

Ile giue him my horse, gray Capilet

670
 

Sir Toby Belch (671)

I'll make the motion: stand here, make a good show

on't: this shall end without the perdition of souls.

Aside

Marry, I'll ride your horse as well as I ride you.

Enter Fabian and Viola

To Fabian

I have his horse to take up the quarrel:

I have persuaded him the youth's a devil.

To. Ile make the motion: stand heere, make a good

shew on't, this shall end without the perdition of soules,

marry Ile ride your horse as well as I ride you.

Enter Fabian and Viola.

I haue his horse to take vp the quarrell, I haue perswaded

him the youths a diuell

671
 

Fabian (672)

He is as horribly conceited of him; and pants and

looks pale, as if a bear were at his heels.

Fa. He is as horribly conceited of him: and pants, &

lookes pale, as if a Beare were at his heeles

672
 

Sir Toby Belch (673)

280

[To Viola] There's no remedy, sir; he will fight

with you for's oath sake: marry, he hath better

bethought him of his quarrel, and he finds that now

scarce to be worth talking of: therefore draw, for

the supportance of his vow; he protests he will not hurt you.

To. There's no remedie sir, he will fight with you for's

oath sake: marrie hee hath better bethought him of his

quarrell, and hee findes that now scarse to bee worth talking

of: therefore draw for the supportance of his vowe,

he protests he will not hurt you

673
 

Viola (674)

[Aside] Pray God defend me! A little thing would

make me tell them how much I lack of a man.

Vio. Pray God defend me: a little thing would make

me tell them how much I lacke of a man

674
 

Fabian (675)

Give ground, if you see him furious.

Fab. Giue ground if you see him furious

675
 

Sir Toby Belch (676)

Come, Sir Andrew, there's no remedy; the gentleman

will, for his honour's sake, have one bout with you;

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he cannot by the duello avoid it: but he has

promised me, as he is a gentleman and a soldier, he

will not hurt you. Come on; to't.

To. Come sir Andrew, there's no remedie, the Gentleman

will for his honors sake haue one bowt with you:

he cannot by the Duello auoide it: but hee has promised

me, as he is a Gentleman and a Soldiour, he will not hurt

you. Come on, too't

676
 

Sir Andrew (677)

Pray God, he keep his oath!

And. Pray God he keepe his oath.

677
 

Viola (678)

I do assure you, 'tis against my will.

They draw

Enter Antonio.

Vio. I do assure you tis against my will

678

Enter Antonio

 

Antonio (679)

Put up your sword. If this young gentleman

Have done offence, I take the fault on me:

If you offend him, I for him defy you.

Ant. Put vp your sword: if this yong Gentleman

Haue done offence, I take the fault on me:

If you offend him, I for him defie you

679
 

Sir Toby Belch (680)

You, sir! why, what are you?

To. You sir? Why, what are you?

680
 

Antonio (681)

One, sir, that for his love dares yet do more

300

Than you have heard him brag to you he will.

Ant. One sir, that for his loue dares yet do more

Then you haue heard him brag to you he will

681
 

Sir Toby Belch (682)

Nay, if you be an undertaker, I am for you.

They draw

To. Nay, if you be an vndertaker, I am for you.

682

Enter Officers

 

Fabian (683)

O good Sir Toby, hold! here come the officers.

Enter Officers.

Fab. O good sir Toby hold: heere come the Officers

683
 

Sir Toby Belch (684)

I'll be with you anon.

To. Ile be with you anon

684
 

Viola (685)

Pray, sir, put your sword up, if you please.

Vio. Pray sir, put your sword vp if you please

685
 

Sir Andrew (686)

Marry, will I, sir; and, for that I promised you,

I'll be as good as my word: he will bear you easily

and reins well.

And. Marry will I sir: and for that I promis'd you Ile

be as good as my word. Hee will beare you easily, and

raines well

686
 

First Officer (687)

This is the man; do thy office.

1.Off. This is the man, do thy Office

687
 

Second Officer (688)

Antonio, I arrest thee at the suit of Count Orsino.

2.Off. Anthonio, I arrest thee at the suit of Count Orsino

688
 

Antonio (689)

310

You do mistake me, sir.

An. You do mistake me sir

689
 

First Officer (690)

No, sir, no jot; I know your favour well,

Though now you have no sea-cap on your head.

Take him away: he knows I know him well.

1.Off. No sir, no iot: I know your fauour well:

Though now you haue no sea-cap on your head:

Take him away, he knowes I know him well

690
 

Antonio (691)

I must obey.

To Viola

This comes with seeking you:

But there's no remedy; I shall answer it.

What will you do, now my necessity

Makes me to ask you for my purse? It grieves me

Much more for what I cannot do for you

320

Than what befalls myself. You stand amazed;

But be of comfort.

Ant. I must obey. This comes with seeking you:

But there's no remedie, I shall answer it:

What will you do: now my necessitie

Makes me to aske you for my purse. It greeues mee

Much more, for what I cannot do for you,

Then what befals my selfe: you stand amaz'd,

But be of comfort

691
 

Second Officer (692)

Come, sir, away.

2.Off. Come sir away

692
 

Antonio (693)

I must entreat of you some of that money.

Ant. I must entreat of you some of that money

693
 

Viola (694)

What money, sir?

For the fair kindness you have show'd me here,

And, part, being prompted by your present trouble,

Out of my lean and low ability

I'll lend you something: my having is not much;

I'll make division of my present with you:

330

Hold, there's half my coffer.

Vio. What money sir?

For the fayre kindnesse you haue shew'd me heere,

And part being prompted by your present trouble,

Out of my leane and low ability

Ile lend you something: my hauing is not much,

Ile make diuision of my present with you:

Hold, there's halfe my Coffer

694
 

Antonio (695)

Will you deny me now?

Is't possible that my deserts to you

Can lack persuasion? Do not tempt my misery,

Lest that it make me so unsound a man

As to upbraid you with those kindnesses

That I have done for you.

Ant. Will you deny me now,

Ist possible that my deserts to you

Can lacke perswasion. Do not tempt my misery,

Least that it make me so vnsound a man

As to vpbraid you with those kindnesses

That I haue done for you

695
 

Viola (696)

I know of none;

Nor know I you by voice or any feature:

I hate ingratitude more in a man

340

Than lying, vainness, babbling, drunkenness,

Or any taint of vice whose strong corruption

Inhabits our frail blood.

Vio. I know of none,

Nor know I you by voyce, or any feature:

I hate ingratitude more in a man,

Then lying, vainnesse, babling drunkennesse,

Or any taint of vice, whose strong corruption

Inhabites our fraile blood

696
 

Antonio (697)

O heavens themselves!

Ant. Oh heauens themselues

697
 

Second Officer (698)

Come, sir, I pray you, go.

2.Off. Come sir, I pray you go

698
 

Antonio (699)

Let me speak a little. This youth that you see here

I snatch'd one half out of the jaws of death,

Relieved him with such sanctity of love,

And to his image, which methought did promise

Most venerable worth, did I devotion.

Ant. Let me speake a little. This youth that you see heere,

I snatch'd one halfe out of the iawes of death,

Releeu'd him with such sanctitie of loue;

And to his image, which me thought did promise

Most venerable worth, did I deuotion

699
 

First Officer (700)

350

What's that to us? The time goes by: away!

1.Off. What's that to vs, the time goes by: Away

700
 

Antonio (701)

But O how vile an idol proves this god

Thou hast, Sebastian, done good feature shame.

In nature there's no blemish but the mind;

None can be call'd deform'd but the unkind:

Virtue is beauty, but the beauteous evil

Are empty trunks o'erflourish'd by the devil.

Ant. But oh, how vilde an idoll proues this God:

Thou hast Sebastian done good feature, shame.

In Nature, there's no blemish but the minde:

None can be call'd deform'd, but the vnkinde.

Vertue is beauty, but the beauteous euill

Are empty trunkes, ore-flourish'd by the deuill

701
 

First Officer (702)

The man grows mad: away with him! Come, come, sir.

1.Off. The man growes mad, away with him:

Come, come sir

702
 

Antonio (703)

Lead me on.

Exit with Officers

Ant. Leade me on.

Exit

703
 

Viola (704)

Methinks his words do from such passion fly,

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That he believes himself: so do not I.

Prove true, imagination, O, prove true,

That I, dear brother, be now ta'en for you!

Vio. Me thinkes his words do from such passion flye

That he beleeues himselfe, so do not I:

Proue true imagination, oh proue true,

That I deere brother, be now tane for you

704
 

Sir Toby Belch (705)

Come hither, knight; come hither, Fabian: we'll

whisper o'er a couplet or two of most sage saws.

To. Come hither Knight, come hither Fabian: Weel

whisper ore a couplet or two of most sage sawes

705
 

Viola (706)

He named Sebastian: I my brother know

Yet living in my glass; even such and so

In favour was my brother, and he went

Still in this fashion, colour, ornament,

For him I imitate: O, if it prove,

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Tempests are kind and salt waves fresh in love.

Exit

Vio. He nam'd Sebastian: I my brother know

Yet liuing in my glasse: euen such, and so

In fauour was my Brother, and he went

Still in this fashion, colour, ornament,

For him I imitate: Oh if it proue,

Tempests are kinde, and salt waues fresh in loue

706
 

Sir Toby Belch (707)

A very dishonest paltry boy, and more a coward than

a hare: his dishonesty appears in leaving his

friend here in necessity and denying him; and for

his cowardship, ask Fabian.

To. A very dishonest paltry boy, and more a coward

then a Hare, his dishonesty appeares, in leauing his frend

heere in necessity, and denying him: and for his cowardship

aske Fabian

707
 

Fabian (708)

A coward, a most devout coward, religious in it.

Fab. A Coward, a most deuout Coward, religious in

it

708
 

Sir Andrew (709)

'Slid, I'll after him again and beat him.

And. Slid Ile after him againe, and beate him

709
 

Sir Toby Belch (710)

Do; cuff him soundly, but never draw thy sword.

To. Do, cuffe him soundly, but neuer draw thy sword

710
 

Sir Andrew (711)

An I do not,--

And. And I do not

711
 

Fabian (712)

Come, let's see the event.

Fab. Come, let's see the euent

712
 

Sir Toby Belch (713)

380

I dare lay any money 'twill be nothing yet.

Exeunt

To. I dare lay any money, twill be nothing yet.

Exit

expandMe Act IV

expandMe Act IV. Scene I. Before Olivia's house.

4 - 1:    Act IV. Scene I. Before Olivia's house.

Enter Sebastian and Clown

713
 

Clown (714)

Will you make me believe that I am not sent for you?

Actus Quartus, Scaena prima.

Enter Sebastian and Clowne

Clo. Will you make me beleeue, that I am not sent for

you?

714
 

Sebastian (715)

Go to, go to, thou art a foolish fellow:

Let me be clear of thee.

Seb. Go too, go too, thou art a foolish fellow,

Let me be cleere of thee