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Enter Sir TOBY BELCK and Maria.
1 Mal. Fool,
C'lo. Alas, why is she su! Sir To. Jove bless thee, master parson.
Mal. Fool, I say ; Clo. Bonos dies, sir Toby. for as the old hermit Clo. She loves another Who caiis, ta? of Prague, that never saw pen and ink, very wittily Mal. Good fool, as ever thou wilt dese,'ve well as said to a niece of king Gorboduc, That, that is, is : my hand, help me to a candle, and pen, ink, and so I, being master parson, am master parson : For paper ; as I am a gentleman, I will live to be thankwhat is that, but that? and is, but is?
ful to thee for't. Sir To. To him, sir Topas.
Clo. Master Malvolio! Clo. What, hoa, I say, — Peace in this prison ! Mal. Ay, good fool.
Sir To. The knave counterfeits well; a good Clo. Alas, sir, how fell you besides your five wits? knave.
Mal. Fool, there was never man so notoriously Mal. (in an inner chamber.] Who calls there? abused : I am as well in my wits, fool, as thou art.
Clo. Sir Topas, the curate, who comes to visit Clo. But as well ? then you are mad, indeed, if Malvolio the lunatick.
you be no better in your wits than a fool. Mal. Sir Topas, sir Topas, good sir Topas, go to Mal. They have here propertied me; keep me my lady.
in darkness, send ministers to me, asses, and do all Clo. Out, hyperbolical fiend ! how vexest thou they can to face me out of my wits. this man? talkest thou nothing but of ladies ?
Clo. Advise you what you say ; the minister is Sir To. Well said, master parson.
here. Malvolio, Malvolio, thy wits the heavens reMal. Sir Topas, never was man thus wronged : store! endeavour thyself to sleep, and leave thy vain good sir Topas, do not think I am mad ; they have bibble babble. laid me here in hideous darkness.
Mal. Sir Topas, Clo. Fye, thou dishonest Sathan! I call thee by Clo. Maintain no words with him, good fellow. the most modest terms; for I am one of those who, I, sir ? not I, sir. God b’wi’you, good sir gentle ones, that will use the devil himself with Topas. — Marry, amen. I will, sir, I will. courtesy: Say'st thou, that house is dark ?
Mal. Fool, fool, fool, I say, Mal. As hell, sir Topas.
Clo. Alas, sir, be patient. What say you, sir? 1 Clo. Why, it hath bay-windows, transparent as am shent for speaking to you. barricadoes, and the clear stories towards the south- Mal. Good fool, help me to some light, and north are as lustrous as ebony ; and yet complainest some paper ; I tell thee, I am as well in my wits as thou of obstruction ?
any man in Illyria. Mal. I am not mad, sir Topas; I say to you, Clo. Well-a-day, - that you were, sir ! this house is dark.
Mal. By this hand, I am : Good fool, some ink, Clo. Madman, thou errest: I say, there is no paper, and light, and convey what I will set dowo darkness, but ignorance; in which thou art more to my lady; it shall advantage thee more than ever puzzled, than the Egyptians in their fog.
the bearing of letter did. Mal. I say, this house is as dark as ignorance, Clo. I will help you to't. But tell me true, a though ignorance were as dark as hell; and I say, you not mad indeed? or do you but counterfeit? there was never man thus abused: I am no more
Mal. Believe me, I am not; I tell thee true. mad than your are; make the trial of it in any con- Clo. Nay, I'll ne'er believe a madman, till I suo stant question.
his brains. I will fetch you light, and paper, and inte Clo. What is the opinion of Pythagoras, concern- Mal. Fool, I'll requite it in the highest degree : ing wild-fowl ?
I pr’ythee, be gone. Mal. That the soul of our grandam might haply inhabit a bird.
Clo. I am gone, sir, Clo. What thinkest thou of his opinion ?
And anon, sir, Mal. I think nobly of the soul, and no way ap
I'll be with you again, prove his opinion.
In a trice, Clo. Fare thee well : Remain thou still in dark
Like to the old vice, ness: thou shalt hold the opinion of Pythagoras,
Your need to sustain; ere I will allow of thy wits; and fear to kill a wood
Who with dagger of lath, cock, lest thou dispossess the soul of thy grandam.
In his rage and his wrath, Fare thee well.
Cries, ah, ha! to the devil : Mal. Sir Topas, sir Topas,
Like a mad bad, Sir To. My most exquisite sir Topas !
Pare thy nails, dad, Clo. Nay, I am for all waters.
Adieu, goodman drivel.
(EP. Mar. Thou might'st have done this without thy beard, and gown; he sees thee not.
SCENE III. Olivia's Garden. Sir To. To him in thine own voice, and bring me word how thou findest him: I would, we were
Enter SEBASTIAN. well rid of this knavery. If he may be conveniently Seb. This is the air ; that is the glorious sun ; delivered, I would he were ; for I am now so far in | This pearl she gave me, I do feel't, and see't: offence with my niece, that I cannot pursue with And though 'tis wonder that enwraps me thus, any safety this sport to the upshot. Come by and | Yet 'tis not madness. Where's Antonio then ? by to my chamber. (Exeunt Sir Toby and Maria. I could not find him at the Elephant : Clo. Hey Robin, jolly Robin,
Yet there he was ; and there I found this credi:, Tell me how thư lady does. Singing. That he did rage the town to seek me out. Mal. Fool.
His counsel now might do me golden service : Clo. My lady is unkind, perdy.
For though my soul disputes well with my sense,
That this may be səmc error, but no madness, Now go with me, ard with his holy man,
Into the chantry by : there, before him,
And underneath that consecrated roof, That I am ready to distrust mine eyes,
Plight me the full assurance of your faith, And wrangle with my reason, that persuades me That my most jealous and too doubtful sou. To any other trust, but that I am mad,
May live at peace: He shall conceal it, Or else the lady's mad; yet, if 'twere so,
Whiles you are willing it shall come to note She could not sway her house, commard her followers, What time we will our celebration keep Take, and give back, affairs, and their despatch, According to my birth.
What do you say ? With such a smooth, discreet, and stable bearing, Seb. I'll follow this good man, and go
you ; As, I perceive, she does : there's something in', And, having sworn truth, ever will be truc. That is deceivable. But here comes the lady.
Oli. Then lead the way, good father; And
heavens so shine, Enter OLIVIA and a Priest.
That they may fairly note this act of mine! 4. Elame not this haste of mine: If you mean
SCENE I. - The Street before Olivia's House. come again. I go, sir; but I would not have you
to think, that my desire of having is the sin of Enter Clown and Fabian.
covetousness : but, as you say, sir, let your bounty Fab. Now, as thou lovest me, let me see his letter. take a nap, I will awake it anon. (Exit Clown. Clo. Good master Fabian, grant me another
Enter ANTONIO and Officers. request. Fab. Any thing.
Vio. Here comes the man, sir, that did rescue me. Clo. Do not desire to see this letter,
Duke. That face of his I do remember well; Fab. That is, to give a dog, and, in recompense,
Yet, when I saw it last, it was besmear'd desire my dog again.
As black as Vulcan, in the smoke of war :
A bawbling vessel was he captain of,
For shallow draught, and bulk, unprizable ; Druke. Belong you to the lady Olivia, friends ? With which such scathful grapple did he make Clo. Ay, sir; we are some of her trappings. With the most noble bottom of our fleet,
Duke. I know thee well; How dost thou, my That very envy, and the tongue of loss, good fellow?
Cry'd fame and honour on him. What's the Clo. Truly, sir, the better for my foes, and the
matter? worse for my friends.
1 0ff. Orsino, this is that Antonio, Duke. Just the contrary; the better for thy friends. That took the Phænix, and her fraught, from Candy; Clo. No, sir, the worse.
And this is he, that did the Tiger board, Duke. How can that be?
When your young nephew Titus lost his leg : Clo. Marry, sir, they praise me, and make an ass Here in the streets, desperate of shame, and state, of me; now my foes tell me plainly I am an ass : In private brabble did we apprehend him. so that by my foes, sir, I profit in the knowledge of Vio. He did me kindness, sir ; drew on my side ; myself; and by my friends I am abused : so that, But, in conclusion, put strange speech upon me, conclusions to be as kisses, if your four negatives I know not what 'twas, but distraction. make your two affirmatives, why, then the worse for Duke. Notable pirate! thou salt-water thief! my friends, and the better for my foes.
What foolish boldness brought thee to their merries, Duke. Why, this is excellent.
Whom thou, in terms so bloody, and so dear, Clo. By my troth, sir, no; though it please you Hast made thine enemies? to be one of my friends.
Orsino, noble sir, Drake. Thou shalt not be the worse for me ; Be pleas'd that I shake off these names you give me. there's gold.
Antonio never yet was thief, or pirate, Clo. But that it would be double-dealing, sir, I Though, I confess, on base and ground enough, would you could make it another.
Orsino's enemy. A witchcraft drew me hither : Duke. O, you give me ill counsel.
That most ingrateful boy there, by your side, Clo. Put your grace in your pocket, sir, for this From the rude sea's enrag'd and foamy mouth once, and let your flesh and blood obey it.
Did I redeem ; a wreck past hope he was: Drike. Well, I will be so much sinner to be a His life I gave him, and did thereto add double dealer; there's another.
My love, without retention, or restraint, Clo. Primo, secundo, tertio, is a good play; and All his in dedication : for his sake, the old saying is, the third pays for all: the triplex, Did I expose myself, pure for his love, sir, is a good tripping measure ; or the bells of St. Into the danger of this adverse town; Bennet, sir, may put you in mind; One, two, three. Drew to defend him, when he was beset ;
Drike. You can fool no more money out of me Where being apprehended, his false cunning, at this throw : if you will let your lady know, I am (Not meaning to partake with me in danger,) bere to speak with her, and bring her along with Taught him to face me out of his acquaintance, you, it may awake my bounty further.
And grew a twenty-years-removed thing, Cs. Marry, sir, lullaby to your bounty, till I While one would wink; denied me mine own puise,
Whic! I had recommended to his use
No, my lord, not I. Not half an hour before.
Oli. Alas, it is the baseness of thy fear, l'io. How can this be?
That makes thee strangle thy propriety : Duke. When cane he to this town?
Fear not Cesario, take thy fortunes up; Ant. To-day, my lord ; and for three months Be that thou know'st thou art, and then thou art before,
As great as that thou fear'st. — 0, welcome, father (No interim, not a minute's vacancy,) Both day and night did we keep company.
Re-enter Attendant and Priest.
Father, I charge thee, by thy reverence,
Here to unfold (though lately we intended Duhe. Here comes the countess ; now heaven | To keep in darkness, what occasion now walks on earth.
Reveals before 'tis ripe,) what thou dost know, But for thee, fellow, fellow, thy words are madness : Hath newly past between this youth and me. Three months this youth hath tended upon me; Priest. A contract of eternal bond of love, But more of that anon. - Take him aside. Confirm’d by mutual joinder of your hands, Oli. What would my lord, but that he may not Attested by the holy close of lips, have,
Strengthen’d by interchangement of your rings; Wherein Olivia may seem serviceable ?
And all the ceremony of this compact Cesario, you do not keep promise with me.
Seal'd in my function, by my testimony: Vio. Madam?
Since when, my watch hath told me, toward my Duke. Gracious Olivia,
grave, Oli. What do you say, Cesario?
I have travelled but two hours. lord,
Duke. O, thou dissembling cub! what wilt thou Vio. My lord would speak, my duty hushes me.
be, Oli. If it be aught to the old tune, iny lord, When time hath sow'd a grizzle on thy case ? It is as fat and fulsome to mine ear,
Or will not else thy craft so quickly grow, As howling after musick.
That thine own trip shall be thine overthrow ? Duke. Still so cruel ?
Farewell, and take her ; but direct thy feet, Oli. Still so constant, lord.
Where thou and I henceforth may never meet. Duke. What! to perverseness ? you uncivil lady, Vio. My lord, I do protest, To whose ingrate and unauspicious altars
0, do not swear ; My soul the faithfull’st offerings hath breath'd out, Hold little faith, though thou hast too much fear, That e'er devotion tender'd! What shall I do? Oli. Even what it please my lord, that shall be- Enter Sir ANDREW AGUE-CHEEK, with his head broke. come him.
Sir And. For the love of God, a surgeon ; send Duke. Why should I not, had I the heart to do it, one presently to sir Toby. Like to the Egyptian thief, at point of death,
Oli. What's the matter? Kill what I love; a savage jealousy,
Sir And. He has broke my head across, and has That sometime savours nobly? But hear me this : given sir Toby a bloody coxcomb too: for the love Since you to non-regardance cast my faith,
of God, your help: I had rather than forty pound, And that I partly know the instrument
I were at home.
Sir And. The count's gentleman, one Cesario :
Duke. My gentleman, Cesario ? Where he sits crowned in his master's spite.
Sir And. Od's lifelings, here he is : You broke Come boy, with me; my thoughts are ripe in mis my head for nothing ; and that that I did, I was
set on to do't by sir Toby. I'll sacrifice the lamb that I do love,
Vio. Why do you speak to me? I never hurt To spite a raven's heart within a dove. [Going.
you : Vio. And I, most jocund, apt, and willingly, You drew your sword upon me, without cause ; To do you rest, a thousand deaths would die. But I bespake you fair, and hurt you not.
(Following. Sir And. If a bloody coxcomb be a hurt, you Oli. Where goes Cesario ?
have hurt me; I think, you set nothing by a bloody
After him I love, coxcomb.
Enter Sir Toby Belch, drunk, led by the Clown. If I do feign, you witnesses above,
Here comes Sir Toby halting, you shall hear more: Punish my life, for tainting of my love !
but if he had not been in drink, he would have Oli. Ah me, detested! how am I beguil'd! tickled you othergates than he did. Vio. Who does beguile you ? who does do you Duke. How now, gentleman ? how is't with
Oli. Hast thou forgot thyself? Is it so long ?- Sir To. "That's all one; he has hurt me, and Call forth the holy father. (Erit an Attendant.
there's the end on't. — Sot, did’st see Dick surgeon, Drike. Come away. (To Viola.
sot? Oli. Whither, my lord ? Cesario, husband, stay. Clo. O he's drunk, sir Toby, an hour agone; his Duke. Husband?
eyes were set at eight i’the morning. Oli.
Ay, husband, can he that deny ? Sir To. Then he's a rogue. After a passy-mer Duke. Her husband, sirrah?
sure, or a pavin, I hate a drunken rogue.
Oli. Away with lim : Who hath made this ha- Duke. Re not amaz'd; right noble is his blood. cock with them?
If this be so, as yet the glass seems true, Sir And. I'll help you, sir Toby, because we'll | I shall have share in this most happy wreck : be dressed together.
Boy, thou hast said to me a thousand times, Sir 7o. Will you help an ass-head, and a cox
(T. VIOLA omh, and a knave? a thin-faced knave, a gull ? Thou i ever should'st love woman like to me. Oli. Get him to bed, and let his hurt be look'd to. Vio. And all those sayings will I over-swear; [Ereunt Clown, Sir Togy, and Sir Andrzw. And all those swearings keep as true in soul.
As doth that orbed continent the fire
That severs day from night.
Give me thy hand; man;
And let me see thee in thy woman's weeds.
Vio. The captain, that did bring me first on shore, I must have done no less, with wit, and safety. Hath my maid's garments : he upon some action, You throw a strange regard upon me, and
Is now in durance ; at Malvolio's suit, By that I do perceive it hath offended you ; A gentleman, and follower of my lady's. Pardon me, sweet one, even for the vows
Oli. He shall enlarge him :- Fetch Malvolio We made each other but so late ago.
hither :Duke. One face, one voice, one habit, and two And yet, alas, now I remember me, persons;
They say, poor gentleman, he's much distract. I natural perspective, that is, and is not. Seb. Antonio, O my dear Antonio !
Re-enter Clown, with a letter. How have the hours rack'd and tortur'd me, A most extracting frenzy of mine own Since I have lost thee.
From my remembrance clearly banish'd his. Ant. Sebastian are you?
How does he, sirrah? Seb.
Fear'st thou that, Antonio? Clo. Truly, madam, he holds Belzebub at the Ant. How have you made division of yourself?- stave's end, as well as a man in his case may do ; An apple, cleft in two, is not more twin
he has here writ a letter to you, I should have Than these two creatures. Which is Sebastian ? given it you to-day morning; but as a madman's Oli. Most wonderful !
epistles are no gospels, so it skills not much, when Seb. Do I stand there? I never had a brother : they are delivered. Vor can there be that deity in my nature,
Oli. Open it, and read it. Of here and every where. I had a sister,
Clo. Look then to be well edified, when the fool Whom the blind waves and surges have devour'd: delivers the madman:- - By the Lord, madam, Of charity, what kin are you to me? [To Viola. Oli. How now! art thou mad ? What countryman ? what name? what parentage ? Clo. No, madam, I do but read madness : an
l'io. Of Messaline : Sebastian was my father ; your ladyship will have it as it ought to be, you Such a Sebastian was my brother too,
must allow vor. So went he suited to his watery tomb :
Oli. Pr’ythee, read i'thy right wils. ii spirits can assume both form and suit
Clo. So I do, madonna; bui to read his right You come to fright us.
wits, is to read thus : therefore perpend, my prinSeb.
A spirit I am, indeed : cess, and give ear. But am in that dimension grossly clad,
Oli. Read it you, sirrah.
[To Fabiak. Which from the womb I did participate.
Fab. (reads.] By the Lord, madam, you wrong Here you a woman, as the rest goes even,
me, and the world shall know it: though you have I should my tears let fall upon your cheek,
put me into darkness, and given your drunken cousin Thrice welcome, drowned Viola! rule over me, yet have I the benefit of my senses els Vio. My father had a mole upon his brow. well as your ladyship. I have your own letter thai Seb. And so had mine.
induced me to the semblance I put on ; with the Vio. And died that day when Viola from her birth uhich I doubt not but to do myself much right, or llad number'd thirteen years.
you much shame.
Think of me
as you please. I Seb. O, that record is lively in my soul !
leave my duty a little unthought of, and speak out of He finished, indeed, his mortal act,
The maily-used Malvolio. That day that made my sister thirteen years.
Oli. Did he write this? Vio. If nothing lets to make us happy both
Clo. Ay, madam. But this my masculine usurp'd attire,
Duke. This savours not much of distraction. Do not embrace me, till each circumstance
Oli. See him delivered, Fabian ; bring him hither. Of place, time, fortune, do cohere, and jump,
[Erit Fabiax, That I am Viola : which to confirm,
My lord, so please you, these things further thought I'll bring you to a captain in this town,
on, here lie my maiden weeds; by whose gentle help To think me as well a sister as a wife, I was preserv'd, to serve this noble count;
One day shall crown the alliance on't, so please you, All the occurrence of my fortune since
Here at my house, and at my proper cost. Hath been between this lady and this loru.
Duke. Madam, I am most apt to embrace your Seb. So comes it, lady, you have been inistook :
[To Olivia. Your master quits you ; [To Viola.] and, for your But nature to her bias drew in that.
service done bim, You would have been contracted to a maid ; So much against the mettle of your sex, Nor are you therein, by my life, deceiv'd,
So far beneath your soft and tender breeding, You are betroth'd both to a maid and man.
And since you call'd me inaster for so long,
ilere is my hand; you shall from this time be May rather pluck on laughter than revenge;
If that the injuries be justly weigh'd,
Oli. Alas, poor fool! how have they baffled thee!
Clo. Why, some are born great, some achieve Duke. Is this the madman ?
greatness, and some have greatness thrown upon them. Oli.
Ay, my lord, this same: I was one, sir, in this interlude ; one sir Topas, How now, Malvolio?
sir; but that's all one: - - By the Lord, fool, I am Mal.
Madam, you have done me wrong, not mad; But do you remember? Madam, why Notorious wrong.
laugh you at such a barren rascal ? an you smile nol, Oli. Have I, Malvolio? no.
he's gayg'd: And thus the whirligig of time brings Mal. Lady, you have. Pray you, peruse that in his revenges. letter:
Mal. I'll be revenged on the whole pack of you. You must not now deny it is your hand,
[Erit. Write from it, if you can, in hand, or phrase ;
Oli. He hath been most notoriously abus'd. Or say, 'tis not your seal, nor your invention : Duke. Pursue him, and entreat him to a peace: You can say none of this : Well, grant it then, He hath not told us of the captain yet; And tell me, in the modesty of honour,
When that is known and golden time convents, Why you have given me such clear lights of favour; A solemn combination shall be made Bade me come smiling, and cross-garter'd to you. Of our dear souls — Mean time, sweet sister, To put on yellow stockings, and to frown
We will not part from hence. Cesario, come ; Upon sir Toby, and the lighter people :
For so you shall be, while you are a man ; And, acting this in an obedient hope,
But, when in other habits you are seen,
Clo. When that I was and a little tiny boy,
With hey, ho, the wind and the rain, But, out of question, 'tis Maria's hand.
A foolish thing was but a toy, And now I do bethink me, it was she
For the rain it raineth every day. First told me, thou wast mad; then cam'st in
But when I came to man's estate, smiling,
With hey, ho, the wind and the rain, And in such forms which here were presuppos'd
'Gainst knave and thief men shut their gate, Upon thee in the letter. Pr’ythee, be content:
For the rain it raineth every day.
With hey, ho, the wind and the rain,
By swaggering could I never thrive,
For the rain it raineth every day.
But when I came unto my bed, Taint the condition of this present hour,
With hey, hn, the wind and the rain, Which I have wonder'd at. In hope it shall not,
With toss-pots still had drunken head,
For the rain it raineth every day.
A great while ago the world begun,
With hey, ho, the wind and the rain, The letter, at sir Toby's great importance ;
But that's all one, our play is done, In recompense whereof, he hath married her.
and we'll strive to please yoti every day. How with a sportful malice it was follow'd,