1st Off. Come, sir, away.

Ant. I must entreat of you some of that money
Vio. 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:
Hold, there is half my coffer.

Ant. 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.

Vio. I know of none;

Nor know I you by voice, or any feature.
Ant. O heavens themselves!

1st Off. Come, sir, I pray you, go.

Ant. Let me speak a little. This youth that you see here,

I snatch'd one half out of the jaws of death;

And to his image, which, I methought, did promise
Most venerable worth, did I devotion,

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 deformd, but the unkind;
Virtue is beauty; but the beauteous-evil
Are empty trunks, o'erflourish'd by the devil.

[Exeunt ANTONIO and OFFICERS, L. Sir To. Come hither, knight; come hither, Fabian. [They retire together. Vio. 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,

Tempests are kind, and salt waves fresh in love!

[Exit, R.

Sir To. [They advance.] 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.

Fab. A coward, a most devout coward, religious in it.

E

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

So.

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 for you. [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. Come 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

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

Seb. Let goy 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, hold:-my lady here!

[Exit, 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.
Oli. And you, sir, follow him.
Sir And, Oh, oh !-Sir Toby.
Oli. I pr'ythee, gentle friend,

Let thy fair wisdom, not thy passion, sway
In this uncivil and unjust extent

[Exit, L.

[Exit, L.

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, I pr'ythee: 'would thou'dst be ruled by me!

Seb. Madam, I will.

Oli. O, say so, and so be!

[Exeunt, R. D

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 him believe, thou art Sir Topas the curate; do it, quickly: I'll call Sir Toby the whilst. [Exit, L Clo. Well, I'll put it on, and I will dissemble myself in it; and I would I were the first that ever dis sembled 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 Malvolio, the lunatic.

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

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 hideous 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.

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, les 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 not 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. i will fetch you light, and paper, and ink.

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