But jealousy what might befall your travel, Being skilless in these parts: which to a stran-I = ger, Unguided, and unfriended, often prove Seb. My kind Antonio, I can no other answer niake, but, thanks, Seb. I am not weary, and 'tis long to night; Ant. Would, you'd pardon me ; I do not without danger walk these streets : 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, sake, Most of our city did: only myself stood out: Seb. Do not then walk too open. my purse; In the south suburbs, at the Elephant, knowledge, With viewing of the town; there shall you have me. ma 23 eye ue ma Mar. He's coming, madam ; But in strange manner. He is sure possess'd. Enter MALVOLIO. in ma the He does nothing but smile: your ladyship to 80, How now, Malvolio? Mal. Sweet lady, ho, ho,[Smiles fantastically • Wealth. + Caught. Hold, Sir, here's to C • bol 1 we C Cou trez Seb. Why I your purse? Ant. Haply, your eyes shall light upon some pie toy C You have desire to purchase; and your store, [for my Seb. I'll be your purse-bearer, and leave you a s Au hour. mi SCENE IV.-OLIVIA's Garden. Enter OLIVIA and MARIA. hin Oli. I have sent after him: He says, he'll Ha wit come; How shall I feast him? what bestow on him? thy For youth is bought more oft, than begg'd, or thy coll C по Th bin a si in 1 for-1 b Jov awa Dot Wh of a no can beti Wel is t Re S • * Grave and demare. Ca sancity and all the devils in hell be drawn in 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? Fab. Carry his water to the wise woman. 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. ག 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. of 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: Clo. With the same 'baviour that your pas- 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. 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. Jolly cock, beau and coq. 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. 1 Oli. How with mine bonour may I give him Which I have given to you? [that Vio. I will aquit you. Oli. Well, come again to morrow: Fare thee well: A fiend, like thee, might bear my soul to hell. Sir To. That defence thou hast, betake thee to't of what nature the wrongs are thou hast • Uncautiously, 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. [Exit Sir TOBY. Vio. Pray you, Sir, do you know of this matter? I hav I hav Fu and heels Si with bette that the g Vio. I will return again into the house, and de- one sire some conduct of the lady. I am no fighter. avoid I have heard of some kind of men, that put quar- gent rels purposely on others, to taste their valour: Com belike, this is a man of that quirk. ‡ Si Sir To. Sir, no; his indignation derives itself out of a very competent injury; therefore, get you on, and give him his desire. Back you shall not to the house, unless you undertake that with me, which with as much safety you might answer him: therefore, on, or strip your sword stark naked: for meddle you must, that's certain, or forswear to wear iron about you. +' Ready. ↑ Sort. 6 Decision. | Adversary. Stocatta, an Italian term in fencing. * Does for you. draw tests V • Rapier. woul man F V A Hav If y S A Than for Fab. I know, the knight is incensed against you, even to a mortal arbitrement; § but nothing of the circumstance more. I Vio. I beseech you, what manner of man is plea he? S'i F offic S Fab. Nothing of that wonderful promise, to pror read him by his form, as you are like to find him will in the proof of his valour. He is, indeed, Sir, the most skilful, bloody, and fatal opposite that you could possibly have found in any part of Of Illyria: Will you walk towards him? I will make your peace with him, if I can. 1 2 Α 1 Vio. I shall be much bound to you for't: I am one, that would rather go with sir priest, than Tho sir knight: I care not who knows so much of my mettle. [Exeunt. Tak A Re-enter Sir TOBY, with Sir ANDREW. But Sir To. Why, man, he's a very devil; I have Wha not seen such a virago. I had a pass with bim, Mak rapier, scabbard, and all, and he gives me the stuck-in, with such a mortal motion, that it is inevitable; and on the answer, he pays you surely as your feet hit the ground they step on: They say, he has been fencer to the Sophy. Muc Tha But * as T Sir And. Pox on't, I'll not meddle with him. Sir To. Ay, but he will not now be pacified : Fabian can scarce hold him yonder. For Out Sir And. Plague on't; an I thought he had And been valiant, and so cunning in fence, I'd have seen him damned ere I'd have challenged him. I'll Let him let the matter slip, and I'll give him my horse, grey Capilet. Sir To. I'll make the motion: Stand here, 2 A P'll Hold A+ Is't Scene I. Can lack persuasion? Do not tempt my misery, Vio. I know of none: OR, WHAT YOU WILL. Nor know I you by voice, or any feature Than lying, vainness, babbling, drunkenness, Ant. O heavens themselves! 2 Off. Come, Sir, I pray you, go. Ant. Let me speak a little. This youth that I snatch'd one half out of the jaws of death; mise Most venerable worth, did I devotion. 1 Of. What's that to us? The time goes by; away. Ant. But oh! how vile an idol proves this Thou hast, Sebastian, done good feature shame. Ant. Lead me on. 661 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. Sir To. Come hither, knight; come hither, me; There's money for thee; if you tarry longer, 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 Yet living in my glass; + even such, and so, Fab. A coward, a most devout coward, re- 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 Enter Sir ANDREW, Sir TOBY, and FABIAN. Seb. Why, there's for • Ornamented. t in the reflection of my own figure. [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. Oli. Will it be ever thus? Ungracious wretch, 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, FABIAN. Let thy fair wisdom, not thy passion, sway Against thy peace. Go with me to my house ; go; Do not deny: Beshrew his soul for me, Or I am mad, or else this is a dream :- Oli. Oh! say so, and so be! [Exeunt. • Let out. + A term for bawd or pandar a brothel was called Coriath: its frequenters, Corinthians. : Rude fellow. Made up. Violence. 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. 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, Sir To. My most exquisite Sir Topas ! Clo. Nay, I am for all waters. || 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 • Disguise. 1 Bow windows. am can upst C M + Confederates, C M C M Any other gem, as a Topaz. C M at n and thou C you good Mal. Sir Topas, never was man thus wronged: | will. good Sir Topas, do not think I am mad; they bave laid me here in hideous darkness. M Ca M Clo. Fie, thou dishonest Satban! I call thee by the most modest terms; for I am one of those gentle ones, that will use the devil himself with Courtesy: Say'st thou, that house is dark? Mal. As hell, Sir Topas. Clo. Why, it hath bay-windows transparent as barricadoes, and the clear stones towards the ink, south-north are as lustrous as ebony; and yet down complainest thou of obstruction ? than C are Mal. I am not mad, Sir Topas; I say to you, the house is dark. me and wits C here resto thy M C low. Sir? M some wits. C M terfe M CL I see pape M gree Cl Sel This And i Yet 't A the m |