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Sir And. 'Slid, I'll after him again, and beat him.

Sir To. Do, cuff him soundly; but never draw thy sword. Sir And. An I do not,

[Exeunt, R,

SCENE III.-The Street before Olivia's House.

Enter SeBASTIAN and Clown, L. Clo. Will you make me believe, that I am not sent for you?

Seb. Go to, go to, thou art a foolish fellow; Let me be clear of thee.

Clo. Well held out, i'faith! No, I do not know you; nor I am not sent to you by my lady, to bid you come speak with her ; nor your name is not Cesario ; nor this is not my nose neither :-nothing that is so, is

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Seb. I pr’ythee, vent thy folly somewhere else ; thou know'st not me.

Clo. Vent my folly! He has heard that word of some great man, and now applies it to a fool. I pr'ythee, tell me what I shall vent to my lady; shall I vent to her, that thou art coming ?

Seb. I pr’ythee, foolish Greek, depart from me;
There's money for thee; if you tarry longer,
I shall give worse payment.

Clo. By my troth, thou hast an open hand :---these wise men, that give fools money, get themselves a good report after fourteen years' purchase.

Enter Sir ANDREW, L. Sir And. Now, sir, have I met you again ? There's

[Striking SEBASTIAN. Seb. [Draws his sword.] Why, there's for thee, and there, and there :---are all the people mad?

[Beating SIR ANDREW Enter SIR TOBY and FABIAN, L. Sir To. Hold, sir, or I'll throw your dagger o'er the house,

Clo. This will I tell my lady straight.---I would not be in some of your coats for two-pence. [Exit, R. D.

Sir To. Coine on, sir ; hold. (Holding SEBASTIAN..

Sir And. Nay, let him alone. I'll go another way to work with him ; I'll have an action of battery

for you.

against him, if there be any law in IN ria! though I struck him first, yet it's no matter for that.

Seb. Let go my hand.

Sir To. Come, sir, I will not let you go. Come, my young soldier, put up your iron: you are well fleshed come on. Seb. [Disengages himself.] I will be free from thee.

What would'st thou now?
If thou dar’st tempt me further, draw thy sword.

Sir To. What, what ?---[Draws. ]---Nay, then I must have an ounce or two of this malapert blood from you.

[They fight. Enter Olivia, and two Servants, R. D. Fab. Hold, good Sir Toby, bold:-my lady here !

[Erit, R. D. Oli. Hold, Toby; on thy life, I charge thee, hold. Sir To. Madam?

Oli. Will it be ever thus ? Ungracious wretch, Fit for the mountains and the barbarous caves, Where manners ne'er were preach'd ! out of my sight! Be not offended, dear Cesario :Rudesby, be gone ! Sir To, come along, knight.

[Exit, L. Oli. And you, sir, follow him. Sir And. Oh, oh!-Sir Toby.

[Exit, L. Oli. I pr’ythee, gentle friend, Let thy fair wisdom, not thy passion, sway In this uncivil and unjust extent Against thy peace. Go with me to my house ; And hear thou there, how many fruitless pranks This ruffian hath botch'd up, that thou thereby May'st smile at this : thou shalt not choose but go; Do not deny.

Seb. What relish is in this ? how runs the stream ? Or I am mad, or else this is a dream : Let fancy still my sense in Lethe steep; If it be thus to dream, still let me sleep! Oli. Nay, come, í pr’ythee: 'would thou'dst be

ruled by me! Seb. Madam, I will. Oli. O, say so, and so be!

[Exeunt, R. D

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SCENE IV.--A Gallery in Olivia's House. Enter Maria, with a black Gown and Hood, and

Clown, L. Mar. Nay, I pr’ythee, put on this gown, and hood ; make bim believe, thou art Sir Topas the curate; do it, quickly : I'll call Sir Toby the whilst. [Exit,

Clo. Well, I'll put it on, and I will dissemble myself in it ; and I would I were the first that ever dissembled in such a gown.

Enter SIR TOBY and MARIA, L. Sir To. Jove bless thee, master parson.

Clo, Bonos dies, Sir Toby: for as the old hermit of Prague, that never saw pen and ink, very wittily said to a niece of king Gorboduc, “That, that is, is :” so I, being master parson, am master parson : for what is that, but that? and is, but is ?

Sir To. To him, Sir Topas.

Clo. [Opens the door of an inner room.] What, hoa, I say ! Peace in this prison !

Sir To. The knave counterfeits well: a good knave. Mal. [In the inner room.] Who calls there?

Clo. Sir Topas, the curate, who comes to visit Mal. volio, the lunatic.

Mal. Sir Topas, Sir Topas, good Sir Topas, go to

Clo. Out, hyperbolical fiend ! how vexest thou this man? talkest thou nothing but of ladies ?

Sir To. Well said, master parson.
Mal. Sir Topas, never was

man thus wronged ; good Sir Topas, do not think I am mad; they have bound me, hand and foot, and laid me here in hi teous darkness.

Clo. Sayest thou that house is dark ?
Mal. As hell, Sir Topas.

Clo. Madman, thou errest: I say, there is no dark ness, but ignorance ; in which thou art more puzzled, than the Egyptians in their fog.

Mal. I say this house is as dark as ignorance, though ignorance were as dark as hell ; and I say, there was never man thus abused : I am no more mad than you are ; make the trial of it in any constant question,

my lady.

Clo. What is the opinion of Pythagoras, concerning wild-fowl ?

Mal. That the soul of our grandam might haply inhabit a bird.

Clo. What thinkest thou of his opinion ?

Mal. I think nobly of the soul, and no way approve his opinion.

Clo. Fare thee well : remain thou still in darkness : thou shalt hold the opinion of Pythagoras, ere I will allow of thy wits ; and fear to kill a woodcock, lest thou dispossess the soul of thy grandam. Fare thee well.

Mal. Sir Topas, Sir Topas, ---
Sir To. My most exquisite Sir Topas !
Clo. Nay, I am for all waters.
[Takes off the Gown and Hood, and gives them to

MARIA. Mar. Thou might'st have done this without thy hood and gown ; he sees not.

Sir To.' To him in thine own voice, and bring us word how thou find'st him: come by and bye to my chamber.

[Exeunt SIR TOBY and MARIA, L. Clo. [Sings.] 'Hey Robin, jolly Robin,

Tell me how thy lady does.'
Mal. Fool, fool,---good fool,---
Clo. Who calls, ha ?

Mal. As ever thou wilt deserve well at 'my hand, help me to a candle, and pen, ink, and paper; as I am a gentleman, I'will live to be thankful to thee for't.

Clo. Master Malvolio ! Mal. Ay, good fool. Clo. Alas, sir, how fell you beside your five wits? Mal. Fool, there was never man so notoriously abused : I am as well in my wits, fool, as thou art.

Clo. But as well ? then you are mad, indeed, if you be no better in your wits than a fool.

Mal. Good fool, some ink, paper, and light, and convey what I will set down to my lady; it shall advantage thee more than ever the bearing of letter did.

Clo. I will help you to't. But tell me true, are you Lot mad indeed? or do you but counterfeit?

Mal. Believe me, I am not; I tell thee true.

Clo. I'll ne'er believe a madman, till I see his brains. í will fetch you light, and paper, and ink.

Mal. Fool, I'll requite it the highest degree ; I pr’ythee, be gone.

Clo. (Shuts the door of the inner room, and sings.]

• I am gone, sir,

And anon, sir,
I'll be with you again, &c.' (Erit, Lo

SCENE V.-Olivia's Garden.

Seb. This is the air ; that is the glorious sun :
This pearl she gave me, I do feel't, and see't :
And though 'tis wonder that enwraps me thus,
Yet 'tis not madness. Where's Antonio, then ?
I could not find him at the Elephant ;
His counsel now might do me golden service :
For though my soul disputes well with my sense,
That this may be some error, but no madness,
Yet doth this accident of flood and fortune
So far exceed all instance, all discourse,
That I am ready to distrust my eyes,
And wrungle with my reason, that persuades me
To any other trust, but that I am mad,
Or else the lady's mad.—But here she comes.

Enter Olivia and a FRIAR, L.
Oli. Blame not this haste of mind : if you mean well,
Now go with me, and with this holy man,
Into the chantry by : there, before him,
And underneath that consecrated roof,
Plight me the full assurance of your faith,
That my most jealous and too doubtful soul
May live at peace: he shall conceal it,
Whiles you are willing it shall come to note;
What time we will our celebration keep
'According to my birth.-What do you say?

Seb. I'll follow this good man, and go with you,
And, having sworn truth, ever will be true.
Oli. Then lead the way, good father :

[Exit FRIAR, L. And heavens so shine, That they may fairly note this act of mine!

[Exeunt, L.


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