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out your coziers' catches without any mitigation or of love; wherein, by the colour of his beard, the remorse of voice? Is there no respect of place, shape of his leg, the manner of his gait, the expersons, nor time, in you?

pressure of his eye, forehead, and complexion, he Sir To. We did keep time, sir, in our catches. shall find himself most feelingly personated : I can Sneck up !

write very like my lady, your niece; on a forgotten Mal. Sir Toby, I must be round with you. My matter we can hardly make distinction of our hands. lady bade me tell you, that, though she harbours Sir To. Excellent! I smell a device. you as her kinsman, she's nothing allied to your dis- Sir And. I have't in my nose too. orders. If you can separate yourself and your mis- Sir To. He shall think, by the letters that thou demeanors, you are welcome to the house ; if not, wilt drop, that they come from my niece, and that an it would please you to take leave of her, she is she is in love with him. very willing to bid you farewell.

Mar. My purpose is, indeed, a horse of that
Sir To. Farewell, dear heart, since I must needs colour.

Sir And. And your horse now would make him
Mar. Nay, good sir Toby.
Clo. His eyes do shew his days are almost done. Mar. Ass, I doubt not.
Mal. Is't even so ?

Sir And. O, 'twill be adınirable.
Sir To. But I will never die.

Mar. Sport royal, I warrant you: I know my C'lo. Sir Toby, there you lie.

physick will work with him. I will plant you two, Mal. This is much credit to you.

and let the fool make a third, where he shall find the Sir To. Shall I bid him go?


letter ; observe his construction of it. For this night, Clo. What an if you do ?

to beci, and dream on the event. Farewell. [Erit. Sir To. Shall I bid him go, and spare not ?

Sir To. Good night, Penı hesilea. Clo. O no, no, no, no, you dare not.

Sir And. Before me, she's a good wench. Sir To. Out o'time? sir, ye lie. — Art any more

Sir To. She's a beagle, true bred, and one that than a steward? Dost thou think, because thou art

adores me; What o'tnat ? virtuous, there shall be no more cakes and ale?

Sir And. I was adored once too. Clo. Yes, by Saint Anne ; and ginger shall be

Sir To. Let’s to bed, knight.- Thou hadst neid

81nd for more money. hot i'the mouth too. Sir Too. Thou’rt i'the right. Go, sir, rub your

Sir And. If I cannot recover your niece, I am a chain with crums:

foul way ulit. A stoop of wine, Maria! Mal. Mistress Mary, if you priz'd my lady's fa

Sir To. Send for money, knight; if thou hast her

nu: 'the end, call me Cut. vour at any thing more than contempt, you would

Sir And, if I do not, never trust me, take it not give means for this uncivil rule; she shall know

how will.

you of it, by this hand.

{Erit. Mar. Go shake your ears.

Sir To. Come, come; I'll go burn some sack, 'uis

too late to go to bed now: come, knight ; conie Sir And. 'Twere as good a deed as to drink when


[Ereunt. a man's a hungry, to challenge him to the field; and then to break promise with him, and make a fool of

SCENE IV. - A Room in the Duke's Palace. him.

Sir To. Do't knight ; I'll write thee a challenge; Enter Duke, Viola, Curio, anil others. or I'll deliver thy indignation to him by word of Duke. Give me some musick:

Now, goud mouth.

morrow, friends : Mar. Sweet sir Toby, be patient for to-night ; Now, good Cesario, but that piece of song, since the youth of the count's was to-day with my That old and antique song we heard last night; lady, she is much out of quiet. For monsieur Mal- Methought, it did relieve my passion much; volio, let me alone with him: if I do not gull him More than light airs and recollected terms, into a nayword, and make him a common recreation, Of these most brisk and giddy-paced times :do not think I have wit enough to lie straight in my Come, but one ver-e. bed: I know, I can do it.

Cur. He is not here, so please your lordshil, Sir To. Possess us, possess us; tell us something that should sing it of him.

Duke. Who was it? Mar. Marry, sir, sometimes he is a kind of Pu- Cur. Feste, the jester, my lord ; a fool, that the ritan.

lady Olivia's father took much delight in: he is Sir And. O, if I thought that, I'd beat him like about the house. a dog.

Duke. Seek him out, and play the tune the whi e. Sir To. What, for being a Puritan ? thy exqui

[Erit Cuk10. --- Musick. site reason, dear knight?

Come hither, boy; If ever thou shalt love, Sir And. I have no exquisite reason for't, but I In the sweet pangs of it, remeinber me: have reason good enough.

For, such as I am, all true lovers are ; Mar. The devil a Puritan that he is, or any Unstaid and skittish in all motions else, thing constantly but a time pleaser ; an affection'a | Save, in the constant image of the creature ass, that cons state without book, and utters it by That is belov’d. - How dost thon like this tune? great swarths: the best persuaded of himself, so Viv. It gives a very echo to the seat crammed, as he thinks, with excellencies, that it is Where Love is thionu. his ground of faith, that all, that look on him, love Duke. Thou dost "peak masterly : him; and on that vice in him will my revenge find My life upon't, young though thou art, thint ojd notable cause to work.

Hath stay'd upon some favour that it lovog Sir 7. What wilt thou do?

Hath it not, boy ? ... I will drop in his way some obscure epistles


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A little, by your favour.

Tell her, my love, more noble than the world, Truke. What kind of woman is't?

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Of your complexion. The parts that fortune hath bestow'd upon her, Duke. She is not worth thee then.

Tell her, I hold as giddily as fortune; i'faith?

But 'tis that miracle, and queen of gems, Vw. About your years, my lord.

That nature pranks her in, attracts my soul. Drike. Too old, by heaven ; Let still the woman Vio. But, if she cannot love you,

sir ? take

Duke. I cannot be so answer'd. An elder than herself; so wears she to him,


'Sooth, but you must So sways she level in her husband's heart.

Say, that some lady, as, perhaps, there is, For, boy, however we do praise ourselves,

Hath for your love as great a pang of heart Our fancies are more giddy and unfirm,


you have for Olivia : you cannot love her ; More longing, wavering, sooner lost and worn, You tell her so; Must she not then be answer'd ? Than women's are.

Duke. There is no woman's sides, Vio

I think it well, my lord. Can bide the beating of so strong a passion Duke. Then let thy love be younger than thyself, As love doth give my heart: no woman's heart Or thy affection cannot hold the bent :

So big, to hold so much; they lack retention. For women are as roses; whose fair flower,

Alas, their love may be called appetite, Being once display'd, doth fall that very hour. No motion of the liver, but the palate,

Vw. And so they are: alas, that they are so ; That suffer surfeit, cloyment, and revolt; To die, even when they to perfection grow!

But mine is all as hungry as the sea,

And can digest as much : make no compare
Re-enter Curio and Clown.

Between that love a woman can bear me,
Duke. O fellow, come, the song we had last And that I owe Olivia.


Ay, but I know, Mark it, Cesario; it is old and plain :

Duke. What dost thou know? The spinsters and the knitters in the sun,

Vio. Too well what love women to men may owes And the free maids, that weave their thread with In faith, they are as true of heart as we. bones,

My father had a daughter lov'd a man, Do use to chaunt it; it is silly sooth,

As it might be, perhaps, were I a woman, And dallies with the innocence of love,

I should your lordship. Like the old age.


And what's her history? Clo. Are you ready, sir?

Vio. A blank, my lord : She never told her love, Duke. Ay; pr’ythee, sing.

[Musick. But let concealment, like a worm i’the bud,

Feed on her damask cheek : she pin’d in thought; SONG.

And, with a green and yellow melancholy, Clo. Come away, come away, death,

She sat like patience on a monument, And in sad cypress let me be laid ;

Smiling at grief. Was not this love, indeed ? Fly away, fly away, breath;

We men may say more, swear more : but, indeed, I am slain by a fair cruel maid.

Our shows are more than will; for still we prove My shroud of white, stuck all with yew,

Much in our vows, but little in our love. 0, prepare it ;

Duke. But died thy sister of her love, my boy? My part of death no one so true

Vio. I am all the daughters of my father's house, Did share it.

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

Sir, shall I to this lady?
Not a flower, not a flower sweet,


Ay, that's the theme.
On ту black coffin let there be strown ;

To her in haste; give her this jewel ; say,
Not a friend, not a friend greet

My love can give no place, bide no denay. (Exeunt
My poor corpse, where my bones shall be thrown:
A thousand thousand sighs to save,

SCENE V. - Olivia's Garden.
Lay me, 0, where
Sad true lover never find my grave,

Enter Sir Toby Belch, Sir ANDREW AGUE-CHEEK,
To weep there.

and Fabian. Duke. There's for thy pains.

Sir To. Come thy ways, signior Fabian. Clo. No pains, sir ; I take pleasure in singing, sir. Fab. Nay, I'll come ; if I lose a scruple of this Duke. I'll pay thy pleasure then.

sport, let me be boiled to death with melancholy. Clo. Truly, sir, and pleasure will be paid, one Sir To. Would'st thou not be glad to have the uime or another.

niggardly rascally sheep-biter come by some notable Duke. Give me now leave to leave thee.

shame? Clo. Now, the melancholy god protect thee ; and Fab. I would exult, man : you know, he brougiit the tailor make thy doublet of changeable taffata, for me out of favour with my lady, abouta bear-baiting uy mind is a very opal !- I would have men of here. such constancy put to sea, that their business might Sir To. To anger him, we'll have the bear again; be every thing, and their intent every where ; for and we will fool him black and blue :- Shall we that's it, that always makes a good voyage of no- not, sir Andrew ? thing. — Farewell.

(Erit Clown.

Sir And. An we do not, it is pity of our lives. Duke. Let all the rest give place.

Enter Maria. [Ereunt Curio anul Attendants.

Once more, Cesario, Sir To. Here comes the little villain. Bove Get thee to yon' same sovereign cruelty :

now, my nettle of India ?



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Mar. Get ye all three into the box-tree: Mal- Mal. What employment have we here? volio's coming down this walk ; he has been yonder

[Taking up the letter. i’the sun, practising behaviour to his own shadow, Fab. Now is the woodcock near the gin. this half hour: observe him, for the love of mockery; Sir To. 0, peace and the spirit of humours in for, I know, this letter will make a contemplative timate reading aloud to him ! ideot of him. Close, in the name of jesting! (The Mal. By my life, this is my lady's hand : these men hide themselves.] Lie thou there ; (throws down be her very C's, her U's, and her T's; and thus a letter.] for here comes the trout that must be caught makes she her great P's. It is, in contempt of with tickling.

[Erit Maria. question, her hand.

Sir And. Her C's, her U's, and her T's: Wlay Enter Malvolio.

that? Mal. 'Tis but fortune; all is fortune. Maria Mal. [reads.) To the unknown beloved, this, and once told me, she did affect me: and I have heard my good wishes : Ler very phrases ! - By your leave, herself come thus near, that, should she fancy, it

Soft ! — and the impressure her Lucrece, should be one of my complexion. Besides, she uses with which she uses to seal : 'tis my lady: To me with a more exaltod respect, than any one else whom should this be? that follows her. What should I think on't?

Fab. This wins him, liver and all. Sir To Here's an over-weening rogue!

Mal. [reads.] Jove knows, I love : Fab. O, peace! Contemplation makes a rare

But who? turkey-cock of him; how he jets under his advanced

Lips do not move, plumes !

No man must know. Sir And. ’Slight, I could so beat the rogue :- No man must know. What follows the numbers Sir To. Peace, I say.

altered! – No man must know :- If this should be Mal. To be count Malvolio ;

thee, Malvolio ? Sir To. Ah, rogue !

Sir To. Marry, hang thee, brock! Sir And. Pistol him, pistol him.

Mal. I may command, where I adore : Sir To. Peace, peace !

But silence, like a Lucrece knife, Mal. There is example for't; the lady of the

With bloodless stroke my heart doth gore ; strachy married the yeoman of the wardrobe.

M, O, A, I, doth sway my life. Sir And. Fie on him, Jezebel !

Fab. A fustian riddle! Fab. O, peace! now he's deeply in ; look, how Sir To. Excellent wench, say I. imagination blows him.

Mal. M, O, A, I, doth sway my life. — Nay, but Mal. Having been three months married to her, first, let me see, let me see,

let me see. sitting in my state,

Fab. What a dish of poison hath she dressed him ! Sir To. O, for a stone-bow, to hit him in the eye! Sir To. And with what wing the stannyel checks Mal. Calling my officers about me, in my branched

at it! velvet gown; having come from a day-bed, where I Mal. I may command where I adore. Why, she left Olivia sleeping.

may command me: I serve her, she is my lady. Sir To. Fire and brimstone!

Why, this is evident to any formal capacity. There Fab. O, peace, peace.

is no obstruction in this ; And the end, - What Mal. And then to have the humour of state: and should that alphabetical position portend ? if I after a demure travel of regard, — telling them, I could make that resemble something in me, — know my place, as I would they should do theirs, Softly! — M, 0, 4, I. to ask for my kinsman Toby:

Sir To. O, ay! make up that :

he is now at a Sir To. Bolts and shackles!

cold scent. Fab. O, peace, peace, peace! now, now.

Fab. Sowter will cry upon't, for all this, though Mal. Seven of my people, with an obedient start,

it be as rank as a fox. make out for him: Í frown the while; and, per- Mal. M, — Malvolio ; — M, - why, that begins chance, wind up my watch, or play with some rich my name. jewel. Toby approaches; court’sies there to me: Fab. Did not I say, he would work it out? the Sir To. Shall this fellow live?

cur is excellent at faults. Fab. Though our silence be drawn from us with Mal. M,- But then there is no consonancy in cars, yet peace.

the sequel ; that suffers under probation : A should Mal. I extend my hand to him thus, quenching follow, but o does. my familiar smile with an austere regard of control : Fab. And () shall end, I hope.

Sir To. And does not Toby take you a blow o’the Sir To. Ay, or I'll cudgel him, and make him

Mal. Saying, Cousin Toby, my fortunes having Mal. And then I comes behind. cirst me on your niece, give me this prerogative of Fab. Ay, an you had any eye behind you, you speech

might see more detraction at your heels, than forSir To What, what?

tunes before you. Mal. sou must amend your drunkenness.

Mal. M, 0, 11, 1; – This simulation is not as Sir To. Out, scab !

the former: -- and yet, to crush this a little, it would Fab. Nay, patience, or we break the sinews of bow to me, for every one of these letters are in my our plot.

name. Soft; here follows prose. — If this fall into Val. Besides, you waste the treusure of your time thy hand, revolır. In my stars I am above thee ; but with a foolish knight ;

be not afraid of grcatness : Some are born great, Sir And. That's me, I warrant you.

some achieve greatness, and some hare greatness Mal. (me Sir Andrew :

thrust upon them. Thy fates open their hands ; let Sir And I knew, ''was I; for many do cal ine fool Thy blood verspririt embrace them. Anu, to inure

Tips then?

cry, 0.

is open,

thyself to what thou art like to be, cast thy humble Fab. I will not give my part of this sport for a slougk, and appear fresh. Be opposite with a kins- pension of thousands to be paid from the Sophy. man, surly with servants : let thy tongue tang ar- Sir To. I could marry this wench for this device : guments of state ; put thyself into the trick of sin- Sir And. So could I too. gularity: She thus advises thee, that sighs for thee. Sir To. And ask no other dowry with her, but Remember who commended thy yellow stockings ; and such another jest. wished to see thee ever cross-gartered : I say, re

Enter Maria. member. Go to; thou art made, if thou desirest to be 80; if not, let me see thee a steward still, the fellow

Sir And. Nor I neither. of servants, and not worthy to touch fortune's fingers. Fab. Here comes my noble gull-catcher. Farewell. She that would alter services with thee, Sir To. Wilt thou set thy foot o' my neck ? The fortunate unhappy.

Sir And. Or o' mine either? Day-light and champian discovers not more: this Sir To. Shall I play my freedom at tray-trip

I will be proud, I will read politick au- and become thy bond-slave? thors, I will baffle Sir Toby, I will wash off gross Sir And. I'faith, or I either? acquaintance, I will be point-de-vice, the very man. Sir To. Why, thou hast put him in such a dream, I do not now fool myself, to let imagination jade that, when the image of it leaves him, he must run me; for every reason excites to this, that my lady mad. loves me. She did commend my yellow stockings Mar. Nay, but say true; does it work upon him? of late, she did praise my leg being cross-gartered; Sir To. Like aqua-vitæ with a midwife. and in this she manifests herself to my love, and, Mar. If you will then see the fruits of the sport, with a kind of injunction, drives me to these habits mark his first approach before my lady: he will of her liking. I thank my stars, I am happy. come to her in yellow stockings, and 'tis a colour I will be strange, stout, in yellow stockings, and she abhors; and cross-gartered, a fashion she deCross-gartered, even with the swiftness of putting tests; and he will smile upon her, which will now on. Jove, and my stars be praised ! - Here is yet be so unsuitable to her disposition, being addicted a postcript. Thou canst not choose but know who to a melancholy as she is, that it cannot but turn I am. If thou entertainest my love, let it appear in

him into a notable contempt : if you will see it, thy smiling; thy smiles become thee well : therefore

follow me. in my presence still smile, dear my sweet, I pr’ythee. Sir To. To the gates of Tartar, thou most excelJove, I thank thee. I will smile : I will do every

lent devil of wit ! thing that thou wilt have me. [Erit. Sir And. I'll make one too.





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SCENE I. Olivia's Garden.

Clo. Not so, sir, I do care for something : but

in my conscience, sir, I do not care for you ; if Enter Viola, and Clown with a tabor.

that be to care for nothing, sir, I would it would Pio. Save thee, friend, and thy musick : Dost make you invisible. thou live by thy tabor ?

Vio. Art not thou the lady Olivia's fool ? Clo. No, sir, I live by the church.

Clo. No, indeed, sir ; the lady Olivia has no Vio. Art thou a churchman?

folly : she will keep no fool, sir, till she be married; Clo. No such matter, sir ; I do live by the and fools are as like husbands, as pilchards are to church ; for I do live at my house, and my house herrings, the husband's the bigger ; I am, indeed, doth stand by the church.

not her fool, but her corrupter of words. Vio. So thou may'st say, the king lies by a beg- Vio. I saw thee late at the count Orsino's. gar, if a beggar dwell near him; or the church Clo. Foolery, sir, does walk about the orb, like stands by thy tabor, if thy tabor stand by the the sun ; it shines every where.

I would be sorry, church.

sir, but the fool should be as oft with your master, Clo. You have said, sir. — To see this age! — A as with my mistress : I think, I saw your wisdom sentence is but a cheveril glove to a good wit; How there. quickly the wrong side may be turned outward ! Vio. Nay, an thou pass upon me, I'll no more

Vio. Nay, that's certain; they, that dally nicely with thee. Hold, there's expences for thee. with words, may quickly make them wanton.

Clo. Now Jove, in his next commodity of hair, Clo. I would therefore, my sister had had no send thee a beard ! name, sir.

Vio. By my troth, I'll tell thee; I am almost sick Vio. Why, man?

for one; though I would not have it grow on my Clo. Why, sir, her name's a word; and to dally chin. Is thy lady within ? with that word, might make my sister wanton : Clo. Would not a pair of these have bred, sir? But, indeed, words are very rascals, since bonds Vio. Yes, being kept together, and put to use. disgraced them.

Clo. I would play lord Pandarus of Phrygia, sir, Vio. Thy reason, man?

to bring a Cressida to this Troilus. Clo. Troth, sir, I can yield you none without Vio. I understand you, sir ; 'tis well begg’d. words; and words are grown so false, I am loath Clo. The matter, I hope, is not great, sir, begto prove reason with them.

ging but a beggar: Cressida was a beggar. My Vis. I warrant, thou art a merry fellow, and lady is within, sir. I will construe to them whence carest for nothing.

you come; who you are, and what you would, are


ut of my welkin : I might say, element; but the Which you knew none of yours : What might you word is over-worn.


think? l'io. This fellow's wise enough to play the fool; Have you not set mine honour at the stake, nd, to do that well, craves a kind of wit :

And baited it with all the unmuzzled thoughts He must observe their mood on whom he jests, That tyrannous heart can think? To one of your The quality of persons, and the time ;

receiving And, like the haggard, check at every feather Enough is shown ; a cyprus, not a bosom, That comes before his eye. This is a practice, Hides my poor heart : So let me hear you speak As full of labour as a wise man's art :

Vi. I pity you. For folly, that he wisely shows, is fit;

Oli. That's a degree to love. But wise men, folly-fallen, quite taint their wit. Vio. No, not a grise ; for 'tis a vulgar proof,

That very oft we pity enemies. Enter Sir TobY BELch and Sir ANDREW

Oli. Why, then, methinks, 'tis time to smile again : AGUE-CHEEK.

O world, how apt the poor are to be proud ! Sir To. Save you, gentleman.

If one should be a prey, how much the better Vio. And you, sir.

To fall before the lion, than the wolf ? (Clock strikes Sir And. Dieu vous garde, monsieur.

The clock upbraids me with the waste of time. Vio. Et vous aussi ; votre serviteur.

Be not afraid, good youth, I will not have you: Sir And. I hope, sir, you are ; and I am yours. And yet, when wit and youth is come to harvest,

Sir To. Will you encounter the house ? my niece Your wife is like to reap a proper man: is desirous you should enter, if your trade be to her. There lies your way, due west. Vio. I am bound to your niece, sir : I mean, she Vio

Then westward-hoe : is the list of my voyage.

Grace, and good disposition 'tend your ladyship! Sir To. Taste your legs, sir, put them to motion. You'll nothing, madam, to my lord by me?

Vio. My legs do better understand me, sir, than Oli. Stay: I understand what you mean by bidding me taste I pr’ythee, tell me, what thou think'st of me. iny legs.

Vio. That you do think, you are not what you are. Sir To. I mean to go, sir, to enter.

Oli. If I think so, I think the same of you. Vio. I will answer you with gait and entrance : Vio. Then think you right ; I am not what I am. But we are prevented.

Oli. I would, you were as I would have you be!

Vio. Would it be better, madam, than I am, Enter OLIVIA and MARIA.

I wish it might ; for now I am your fool. Most excellent accomplished lady, the heavens rain Oli. O, what a deal of scorn looks beautiful odours on you!

In the contempt and anger of his lip! Sir And. That youth's a rare courtier ! Rain A murd'rous guilt shows not itself more Odours! well.

Than love that would seem hid : love's night is noon. Vio. My matter hath no voice, lady, but to your Cesario, by the roses of the spring, :wn most pregnant and vouchsafed ear.

By maidhood, honour, truth, and every thing,
Sir And. Odours, pregnant, and vouchsafed : I love thee so, that, maugre all thy pride,
I'll get 'em all three ready.

Nor wit, nor reason, can my passion hide. Oli. Let the garden door be shut, and leave me Do not extort thy reasons from this clause, to my hearing.

For, that I woo, thou therefore hast no cause : (Ereunt Sir Toby, Sir Andrew, and Maria. But, rather, reason thus with reason fetter : Give me your hand, sir.

Love sought is good, but given unsought, is better. Vio. My duty, madam, and most humble service. Vio. By innocence I swear, and by my youth, Oli. What is your name?

I have one heart, one bosom, and one truth,
Vio. Cesario is your servant's name, fair princess. And that no woman has ; nor never none

Oli. My servant, sir! 'Twas never merry world, Shall mistress be of it, save I alone.
Since lowly feigning was call'd compliment : And so adieu, good madam ; never more
You are servant to the count Orsino, youth.

Will I my master's tears to you deplore.
Vio. And he is yours, and his must needs be Oli. Yet come again : for thou, perhaps, may'st

yours; Your servant's servant is your servant, madam. That heart, which now abhors, to like his love. Oli. For him, I think not on him: for his

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SCENE II. - A Room in Olivia's House. Would they were blanks, rather than fill’d with me!

Vio. Madam, I come to whet your gentle thoughts Enler Sir Toby Belch, Sir Andrew AGIE-CHEEK On his behalf :

and FABIAN Oli. 0, by your leave, I pray you;

Sir And. No, faith, I'll not stay a jot longer. I bade you never speak again of him :

Sir To. Thy reason, dear enom, give thy reastal. But, would you undertake another suit,

Fab. You must needs yield your reason, sir AnI had rather hear you to solicit that,

drew. Than musick from the spheres.

Sir And. Marry, I saw your niece do more favours Vio.

Dear lady,

to the count's serving inan, than ever she bestowed Oli. Give me leave, I beseech you : I did send upon me; I saw tithe orchard. After the last enchantment you did here,

Sir To. Did she see thee the while, old boy? tell A ring in chase of you ; so did I alsuse

me that. Myself, my servant, and, I fear me, you :

Sir And. As plain as I see you now. Under your hard construction must I sit,

Fab. This was a great argument of love in hier To forcat on you, in a shameful cunning,


toward your.

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