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He must observe their mood on whom he jests,
The quality of persons, and the time;
And, like the haggard', check at every feather
That comes before his

eye.

This is a practice,
As full of labour as a wise man's art:
For folly, that he wisely shows, is fit;
But wise men, folly-fallen, quite taint their wit.
Enter Sir Toby Belch and Sir ANDREW AGUE-

CHEEK.
Sir To. Save you, gentleman.
Vio. And

you,

sir. Sir And. Dieu vous garde, monsieur. : Vio. Et vous aussi ; votre serviteur.

Sir And. I hope, sir, you are ; and I am yours. Sir To. Will you encounter the house ? my

niece is desirous

you
should enter, if

your trade be to her. Vio. I am bound to your niece, sir: I mean, she is the list * of my voyage.

Sir To. Taste your legs, sir, put them to motion.

Vio. My legs do better understand me, sir, than I understand what you mean by bidding me taste my legs. Sir To. I mean, to go, sir, to enter.

Vio. I will answer you with gait and entrance : But we are prevented.

Enter OLIVIA and MARIA. Most excellent accomplished lady, the heavens rain odours on you !

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

Vio. My matter hath no voice, lady, but to your own most pregnant' and vouchsafed ear.

Sir And. Odours, pregnant, and vouchsafed: -- I'llget 'em all three ready. 7 A hawk not well trained.

8 Bound, limit.

9 Ready. VOL. I.

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Oli. Let the garden door be shut, and leave me to my hearing.

Exeunt Sir TOBY, Sir ANDREW, and MARIA. Give me your hand, sir.

Vio. My duty, madam, and most humble service. Oli. What is

your

name? Vio. Cesario is your servant's name, fair princess.

Oli. My servant, sir! 'Twas never merry world, Since lowly feigning was call'd compliment : You are servant to the count Orsino, youth.

Vio. And he is yours, and his must needs be yours; Your servant's servant is your servant, madam.

Oli. For him, I think not on him: for his thoughts, 'Would they were blanks, rather than fill’d with me!

Vio. Madam, I come to wet your gentle thoughts
On his behalf:-
Oli.

O, by your leave, I pray you;
I bade you never speak again of him:
But, would

you undertake another suit,
I had rather hear you to solicit that,
Than musick from the spheres.
Vio

Dear lady,
Oli. Give me leave, I beseech you : I did send,
After the last enchantment you

did here,
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 cyprus, not a bosom, Hides my poor heart: So let me hear you speak.

Vio. I pity you.

1 Ready apprehension.

Oli. Stay :

are.

Oli. That's a degree to love.
Vio. No, not a grise’; for 'tis a vulgar proof,
That very oft we pity enemies.

Oli. Why, then, methinks, 'tis time to smile again:
O world, how apt the poor are to be proud !
If one 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:
And yet, when

wit and youth is come to harvest, Your wife is like to reap a proper man: There lies your way, due west. Vio.

Then westward-hoe: Grace, and good disposition 'tend your ladyship! You'll nothing, madam, to my lord by me ? I pr’ythee, tell me, what thou think'st of me. Vio. That you do think, you are not what

you Oli. If I think so, I think the same of you. Vio. Then think you right; I am not what I am. Oli. I would, you were as I would have you

be ! Vio. Would it be better, madam, than I am, I wish it might; for now I am your fool.

Oli. O, what a deal of scorn looks beautiful In the contempt and anger of his lip ! A murd'rous guilt 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, 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, is better.

Vio. By innocence I swear, and by my youth, I have one heart, one bosom, and one truth,

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And that no woman has ; nor never none
Shall mistress be of it, save I alone.
And so adieu, good madam; never more
Will I my master's tears to you deplore.

Oli. Yet come again : for thou, perhaps, may'st

move

That heart, which now abhors, to like his love.

[Exeunt.

SCENE II.

A Room in Olivia's house.

me that.

Enter Sir Toby Belch, Sir ANDREW AGUE

CHEEK, and FABIAN.
Sir And. No, faith, I'll not stay a jot longer.
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 count's serving man, than ever she bestowed upon me; I saw't i'the orchard.

Sir To. Did she see thee the while, old boy? tell
Sir And. As plain as I see you now.

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

Sir Ånd. 'Slight! will you make an ass o' me?

Fab. I will prove it legitimate, 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

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 baulked: 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.

her ;

Sir And. And't be any way, it must be with valour;

for policy I hate : I had as lief be a Brownist', as a politician.

Sir To. 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.

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 4 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 Wares 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 6: Go.

[Exit Sir ANDREW. Fab. This is a dear manakin to you, sir Toby.

Sir. To. I have been dear to him, lad; some two thousand strong, or so.

3 Separatists in Queen Elizabeth's reign. 4 Crabbed. 5 In Hertfordshire, which held forty persons. 6 Chamber.

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