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But jealousy what might befall your travel, Being skilless in these parts: which to a stran-I = ger,

Unguided, and unfriended, often prove
Rough and unhospitable: My willing love,
The rather by these arguments of fear,
Set forth in your pursuit.

Seb. My kind Antonio,

I can no other answer niake, but, thanks,
And thanks, and ever thanks: Often good turns
Are shuffled off with such uncurrent pay:
But, were my worth, as is my conscience, firm,
You should and better dealing. What's to do?
Shall we go see the reliques of this town?
Ant. To-morrow, Sir; best, first, go see your
lodging.

Seb. I am not weary, and 'tis long to night;
I pray you, let us satisfy our eyes
With the memorials, and the things of fame,
That do renown this city.

Ant. Would, you'd pardon me ;

I do not without danger walk these streets :
Once, in a sea-fight, 'gainst the count his gal
I did some service; of such note, indeed, [lies,
That, were I ta'en here, it would scarce be an-
swer'd.

Seb. Belike, you slew great number of his people.

Ant. The offence is not of such a bloody na

ture;

Albeit the quality of the time, and quarrel,
Might well have given us bloody argument.
It might have since been answer'd in repaying
What we took from them; which, for traffic's

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Most of our city did: only myself stood out:
For which, if I be lapsed in this place,
I shall pay dear.

Seb. Do not then walk too open.
Ant. It doth not fit me.

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In the south suburbs, at the Elephant,
Is best to lodge: I will bespeak our diet,
Whiles you beguile the time, and feed your

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With viewing of the town; there shall you have me.

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Fab. Here he is, here he is :-How is't with you, Sir? how is't with you, man?

Mal. Go off; I discard you; let me enjoy my private; go off.

Mar. Lo, how hollow the fiend speaks within him! did not I tell you?-Sir Toby, my lady prays you to have a care of him.

Mal. Ah! ha! does she so?

Sir To. Go to, go to; peace, peace, we must deal gently with him; let me alone. How do you, Malvolio? how is't with you? What, man! defy the devil: consider, he's an enemy to mankind.

Mal. Do you know what you say?

Mar. La you, an you speak ill of the devil, how he takes it at heart! Pray God, he be not bewitched!

Mal. How now, mistress?
Mar. O lord!

Fab. Carry his water to the wise woman.
Mar. Marry, and it shall be done to-morrow
morning, if I live. My lady would not lose
him for more than I'll say.

Sir To. Pr'ythee, hold thy peace; this is not the way: Do you not see you move him? let me alone with him.

Fab. No way but gentleness; gently, gently: the end is rough, and will not be roughly used. Sir To. Why, how now, my bawcock ? how dost thou, chuck ?

Mal. Sir?

Sir To. Ay, Biddy, come with me. What, man! 'tis not for gravity to play at cherry-pit with Satan: Hang him, foul collier!

Mar. Get him to say his prayers; good Sir Toby, get him to pray.

Mal. My prayers, minx?

Mar. No, I warrant you, he will not hear godliness.

Mal. Go, hang yourselves all! you are idle shallow things: I am not of your element; you shall know more hereafter. [Exit.

ANDREW AGUE-CHEEK. Sir. To. If this letter move him not, bis legs cannot I'll give't him.

Mar. You may have very fit occasion for't: he is now in some commerce with my lady, and will by and by depart.

Sir. To. Go, Sir Andrew; scout me for him at the corner of the orchard, like a bum-bailiff: so soon as ever thou seest him, draw; and, as thou drawest, swear horrible; for it comes to pass oft, that a terrible oath, with a swaggering accent sharply twanged off, gives manhood more approbation than ever proof itself would have earn'd him. Away.

Sir. And. Nay, let me alone for swearing. [Exit. Sir. To. Now will not I deliver his letter: for the behaviour of the young gentleman gives him out to be of good capacity and breeding; his employment between his lord and my niece confirms no less; therefore this letter, being so excellently ignorant, will breed no terror in the youth, he will find it comes from a clodpole. But, Sir, I will deliver bis challenge by word of mouth; set upon Ague-cheek a notable report of valour; and drive the gentleman, (as, I know, his youth will aptly receive it,) into a most hideous opinion of his rage, skill, fury, and impetuosity. This will so fright them both, that they will kill one another by the look, like cockatrices.

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Sir To. Is't possible?

Fab. If this were play'd upon a stage now, I could condemn it as an improbable fiction.

Enter OLIVIA and VIOLA.

Fab. Here he comes with your niece: give them way, till he take leave, and presently after bim.

To. I will meditate the while upon some horrid message for a challenge.

[Exeunt Sir TOBY, FABIAN, and MARIA. Oli. I have said too much unto a heart of stone,

And laid mine honour too unchary out:
There's something in me that reproves my fault,
But such a headstrong potent fault it is,
That it but mocks reproof.

Clo. With the same 'baviour that your pas-
sion bears,
Go on my master's griefs.

Enter Sir ANDREW AGUE-CHEEK. Fab. More matter for a May-morning.

Oli. Here, wear this jewel for me, 'tis my picture; Refuse it not, it hath no tongue to vex you :

Sir And. Here's the challenge, read it; I And, I beseech you, come again to-morrow. warrant there's vinegar and pepper in't. What shall you ask of me, that I'll deny ; That honour, sav'd, may upon asking give? Vio. Nothing but this, your true love for my

master.

Sir To. His very genius bath taken the infection of the device, man.

Mar. Nay, pursue him now; lest the device take air and taint.

Fab. Why we shall make him mad, indeed.
Mar. The house will be the quieter.

Sir To. Come, we'll have him in a dark room, and bound. My niece is already in the belief that he is mad; we may carry it thus, for our pleasure and his penance, till our very pastime, tired out of breath, prompt us to have mercy on him: at which time, we will bring the device to the bar, and crown thee for a finder of madmen. But see, but see.

Fab. Is't so saucy?

Sir And. Ay, is it, I warrant him: do but read.

Sir To. Give me. [Reads.] Youth, whatsoLer thou art, thou art but a scurvy fellow. Fab. Good, and valiant.

Sir To. Wonder not, nor admire not in hy mind, why I do call thee so, for I will how thee no reason for't.

Fab. A good note: that keeps you from the low of the law.

Sir To. Thou comest to the lady Olivia, nd in my sight she uses thee kindly but sou liest in thy throat, that is not the mat er I challenge thee for.

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Fab. Very brief, and exceeding good senseless.

Sir To. I will way-lay thee going home; where if it be thy chance to kill me, Fab. Good.

Sir To. Thou killest me like a rogue and a villain.

Fab. Still you keep o'the windy side of the law: Good.

Sir To. Fare thee well; And God have mercy upon one of our souls! He may have mercy upon mine; but my hope is better, and so look to thyself. Thy friend, as thou usest him, and thy sworn enemy.

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Vio. I will aquit you.

Oli. Well, come again to morrow: Fare thee well:

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fiend, like thee, might bear my soul to hell.
[Exit.
Re-enter Sir TOBY BELCH, and FABIAN.
Sir To. Gentleman, God save thee.
Vio. And you, Sir.

Sir To. That defence thou hast, betake thee to't of what nature the wrongs are thou hast

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done him, I know not; but thy intercepter, full make of despight, bloody as the hunter, attends thee the pat the orchard end: dismount thy tuck,⚫ be as w yare in thy preparation, for thy assailant is quick, skilful, and deadly.

Vio. You mistake, Sir; I am sure no man bath any quarrel to me; my remembrance is very free and clear from any image of offence done to

any man.

Sir To. You'll find it otherwise, I assure you: therefore, if you hold your life at any price, betake you to your guard; for your opposite hath in him what youth, strength, skill, and wrath, can furnish man withal.

Vio. I pray you, Sir, what is be?

Sir To. He is knight, dubbed with unhacked rapier, and on carpet consideration; but he is a devil in private brawl: souls and bodies bath he divorced three; and his incensement at this moment is so implacable, that satisfaction can be none but by pangs of death and sepulchre: hob, nob, is his word; give't, or take't.

Vio. This is as uncivil, as strange. I beseech you, do me this courteous office, as to know of the knight what my offence to him is; it is something of my negligence, nothing of my purpose.

Sir To. I will do so. Signior Fabian, stay you by this gentleman till my return.

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Scene I.

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:

OR, WHAT YOU WILL.

Nor know I you by voice, or any feature
I hate ingratitude more in a man,

Than lying, vainness, babbling, drunkenness,
Or any taint of vice, whose strong corruption
Inhabits our frail blood.

Ant. O heavens themselves!

2 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;
Reliev'd bim with such sanctity of love,-
And to his image, which, inethought, did pro-

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Most venerable worth, did I devotion.

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Ant. But oh! 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 deform'd, but the unkind:
Virtue is beauty; but the beauteous-evil
Are empty trunks, o'erflourish'd by the devil.
1 Off. The man grows mad; away with him.
Come, come, Sir.

Ant. Lead me on.

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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 inan, and now applies it to a fool. Vent my folly! I am afraid this great lubber, the world, will prove a cockney.-I pr'ythee now, ungird thy strangeness, and 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

[Exeunt OFFICERS, with ANTONIO. Vio. Methinks, his words do from such passion fly,

That he believes himself; so do not I.
Prove true, imagination, O prove true,
That I, dear brother, be now ta'en for you!

Sir To. Come hither, knight; come hither,
Fabian; we'll whisper o'er a couplet or two of
most sage saws.

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.

Vio. He nam'd Sebastian; I my brother
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In favour was my brother; and he went
Sull in this fashion, colour, ornament,
For him I imitate: Oh! if it prove,
Tempests are kind, and salt waves fresh in love!
[Exit.
Sir To. A very dishonest paltry boy, and
more a coward than a hare his dishonesty ap-
pears, in leaving his friend here in necessity,
and denying him; and for his cowardship, ask
Fabian.

Fab. A coward, a most devout coward, re-
ligious in it.

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

Sir To. Do, cuff him soundly, but never draw thy sword.

ACT IV.

SCENE 1.-The Street before OLIVIA'S
House.

Enter Sir ANDREW, Sir TOBY, and FABIAN.
Sir And. Now, Sir; have I met you again ?
there's for you.
[Sriking SEBASTIAN.
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[Beating Sir ANDREW. 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 CLOWN.

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 Illyria: though I struck him first, yet it's no matter for that.

Sir And. An I do not,

[Exit.

Fab. Come, let's see the event.

Sir To. I dare lay any money, 'twill be no[Exeunt. thing yet.

Seb. Let go thy 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. I will be free from thee. What would'st thou now?

If thou dar'st tempt me further, draw thy sword. [Draws. Sir To. What, what? Nay then I must have au [Draws. ounce or two of this malapert blood from you.

Enter SEBASTIAN and CLOWN.

Clo. Will you make me believe, that I am not sent for you?

Enter OLIVIA.

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

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 master Cesario: nor this is not my nose neither.—Nothing, that is so, is so.

sight!

Be not offended, dear Cesario :-

Rudesby, be gone 1-1 pr'ythee, gentle friend,
[Exeunt Sir TOBY, Sir ANDREW, and

FABIAN.

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Against thy peace. Go with me to my house ;
Aud hear thou there how many fruitless pranks
This rulian bath botch'd up, that thou thereby
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Do not deny: Beshrew his soul for me,
He started one poor heart of mine in thee.
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 rul'd by me!
Seb. Madam, I will.

Oli. Oh! say so, and so be!

[Exeunt.

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SCENE II-A Room in OLIVIA'S House.

Enter MARIA and CLOWN.

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

Clo. Well, I'll put it on, and I will dissemble myself in't; and I would I were the first that ever dissembled in such a gown. I am not fat enough to become the function well; nor lean enough to be thought a good student; but to be said, an honest man and a good housekeeper, goes as fairly, as to say, a careful man, and a great scholar. The competitors enter.

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Clo. Madman, thou errest: I say there is no darkness, 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-foul?

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

Cio. 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,

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Mar. Thou might'st have done this without thy beard, and gown; he sees thee not.

Sir To. To him in thine own voice, and bring me word how thou findest him I would, we were well rid of this knavery. If he may be couveniently delivered, I would he were; for I

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