Sir To. Thy reason, dear venom; give thy reason.. Fab. You must needs yield your reason, Sir Andrew. Sir And. Marry, I saw your niece do more favours to the duke's serving-man than ever she bestowed upon me; I saw't this moment in the garden.

Sir To. Did she see thee the while, old boy? tell me that.

Sir And. As plain as I see you now.

Fab. This was a great argument of love in her to ward you.

Sir And. 'Slight! will you make an ass o' me? Fab. I will prove it légitimate, sir, upon the oaths of judgment and reason.

Sir To. And they have been grand jury-men, since before Noah was a sailor.

Fab. 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 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 Dutch man's beard, unless you do redeem it by some laudable attempt, either of valour, or policy.

Sir To. An it be any way, it must be with valour; for policy I hate.

Sir To. Why then, build me thy fortunes upon the basis of valour. Challenge me the duke's youth to ́fight with him; hurt him in eleven places; my nie shall take note of it: and assure thyself, there is n love-broker in the world can more prevail in man's commendation with woman than report of valour.

Fab. There is no way but this, Sir Andrew.

Sir And. Will either of you bear me a challenge to him?

Sir To. Go, write it in a martial hand: be curst and brief; it is no matter how witty, so it be eloquent, and full 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 Ware 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.

Sir And. Where shall I find you?

Sir To. We'll call thee at the cubiculo :-Go.

[Exit SIR ANDREW, R. Fab. This is a dear manakin to you, Sir Toby. Sir To. I have been dear to him, lad; some two housand strong, or so.

Fub. We shall have a rare letter from him; but you'll not deliver it?

Sir To. 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 Lea, I'll eat the rest of the anatomy.

Fab. And his opposite, the youth, bears in his visage no great presage of cruelty.

Sir To. Look, where the youngest wren of nine

comes.

Enter MARIA, L.

Mar. If you desire the spleen, and will laugh yourselves into stitches, follow me: yon' 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.

Sir To. And cross-gartered?

Mar. 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 are in a map : you have not seen such a thing as 'tis.

Sir To. Come, bring us, bring us where he is.

[Exeunt, L.

END OF ACT IIL

ACT IV.

SCENE I.-A Room in OLIVIA'S House.

Enter OLIVIA and MARIA, r.

Oli. I have sent after bim:-he says, he'll come.How shall I feast him? what bestow on 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?

Mar. He's coming, madam;

But in strange manner. He is sure possess'd.
Oli. Why, what's the matter? does he rave?
Mar. No, madam,

He does nothing but smile: your ladyship
Were best have guard about you, if he come;
For, sure the man is tainted in his wits.

Oli. Go, call him hither.

I'm as mad as he

If sad and merry madness equal be.

[Exit MARIA, R.

Enter MALVOLIO, in yellow stockings, and crossgartered, and MARIA, R.

How now, Malvolio?

Mal. Sweet lady, ho, ho.

Oli. Smil'st thou ?

[Smiles fantastically.

I sent for thee upon a sad occasion.

Mal. 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.

Oli. Why, how dost thou, man? what is the matter with thee?

Mal. 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. Oli. Wilt thou go to bed, Malvolio?

Mal. To bed 1-Av, sweet-heart; and I'll come to thee.

Oli. Heaven comfort thee! Why dost thou smile so, and kiss thy hand so oft?

Mar. How do you, Malvolio?

Mal. At your request? Yes; nightingales answer daws.

Mar. Why appear you with this ridiculous boldness before my lady?

Mal. Be not afraid of greatness :-'Twas well writ.
Oli. What mean'st thou by that, Malvolio?
Mal. Some are born great,-'

Oli. Ha?

Mal. Some achieve greatness,

Oli. What say'st thou ?

Mal. And some have greatness thrust upon them.' Oli. Heaven restore thee!

Mal. Remember who commended thy yellow stockings:-'

Oli. Thy yellow stockings?

Mal. And wish'd to see thee cross-garter'd.'

Oli. Cross-garter'd?

Mal. Go to: thou art made, if thou desirest to be

Oli. Am I made?

Mal. If not, let me see thee a servant still.'
Oli. Why, this is very midsummer madness.

Enter FABIAN, L.

Fab. Madam, the young gentleman of the duke Orsino's is returned; I could hardly entreat him back: he attends your ladyship's pleasure.

Oli. I'll come to him. Good Maria, let this fellow be looked to.-Call my uncle Toby.-[Exit FABIAN, R.]-Let some of my people have a special care of him; I would not have him miscarry for the half of my dowry. [Exeunt OLIVIA, R., and MARIA, L. Mal. Oh, ho! do you come near me now? no worse man than Sir Toby to look to me? She sends him on purpose, that I may appear stubborn to him; for she incites me to that in the letter.-I have limed her.And when she went away now, Let this fellow be 100ked to:'-Fellow! not Malvolio, nor after my degree, but fellow. Why, every thing adheres together. -Well, Jove, not I, is the doer of this, and he is to be thanked.

Sir To. [Without, L.] Which way is he, in the name of sanctity? If all the devils in hell be drawn in little, and Legion himself possessed him, yet I'll speak to him.

Enter FABIAN, SIR TOBY, and MARIA, L.

Fab. Here he is, here he is :-how is't with you, sir? how is't with you, man?

Mal. Go off, I discard you; let me enjoy my private ; go off.

Mar. Lo, how hollow the fiend speaks within him did not I tell you?-Sir Toby, my lady prays you to have a care of him.

Mal. Ah, ah! does she so?

Sir To. Go to, go to; we must deal gently with him. How do you, Malvolio? how is't with you? What, man! defy the devil: consider he's an enemy to mankind.

Mal. Do you know what you say?

Mar. La you, an you speak ill of the devil, how he takes it at heart! Pray Heaven, he be not bewitched. Fab. Carry his water to the wise woman.

Sir To. Pr'ythee, hold thy peace; do you not see you move him? let me alone with him.

Fab. No way but gentleness; gently, gently: the fiend is rough, and will not be roughly used.

Sir To. Why, how now, my bawcock ? how dost thou, chuck?

Mal. Sir?

Sir To. Ay, Biddy, come with me.-What, man! 'tis not for gravity to play at cherry-pit with Satan: hang him, foul collier!

Mar. Get him to say his prayers,
Mal. My prayers, minx?

Sir Toby.

Mar. No, I warrant you, he'll not hear of godliness. Mal. Go, hang yourselves all! you are idle shallow things: I am not of your element; you shall know more hereafter. Begone. [Exit, L

Omnes. Ha ha! hà!
Sir To Is't possible?

Fab. If this were played upon a stage now, I coula condemn it as an improbable fiction.

Sir To. His very genius hath taken the infection of the device, man.

Mar. Nay, pursue him now; lest the device take air,

and taint.