Twelfe Night, or What You Will

Twelfe Night, Or what you will.

Actus Primus, Scæna Prima.

Enter Orsino Duke of Illyria, Curio, and other Lords.

Duke. If Musicke be the food of Loue, play on, Giue me excesse of it: that surfetting, The…

Cu. Will you go hunt my Lord?

Du. What Curio?

Cu. The Hart.

Du. Why so I do, the Noblest that I haue: O when mine eyes did see Oliuia first,…

Enter Valentine.

Val. So please my Lord, I might not be admitted, But from her handmaid do returne this answer:…

Du. O she that hath a heart of that fine frame To pay this debt of loue but…

Exeunt

Scena Secunda.

Enter Viola, a Captaine, and Saylors.

Vio. What Country (Friends) is this?

Cap. This is Illyria Ladie.

Vio. And what should I do in Illyria? My brother he is in Elizium, Perchance he is not…

Cap. It is perchance that you your selfe were saued.

Vio. O my poore brother, and so perchance may he be.

Cap. True Madam, and to comfort you with chance, Assure your selfe, after our ship did split, When…

Vio. For saying so, there's Gold: Mine owne escape vnfoldeth to my hope, Whereto thy speech serues for…

Cap. I Madam well, for I was bred and borne Not three houres trauaile from this very place.

Vio. Who gouernes heere?

Cap. A noble Duke in nature, as in name.

Vio. What is his name?

Cap. Orsino.

Vio. Orsino: I haue heard my father name him. He was a Batchellor then.

Cap. And so is now, or was so very late: For but a month ago I went from…

Vio. What's shee?

Cap. A vertuous maid, the daughter of a Count That dide some tweluemonth since, then leauing her In…

Vio. O that I seru'd that Lady, And might not be deliuered to the world Till I had…

Cap. That were hard to compasse, Because she will admit no kinde of suite, No, not the Dukes.

Vio. There is a faire behauiour in thee Captaine, And though that nature, with a beauteous wall Doth…

Cap. Be you his Eunuch, and your Mute Ile bee, When my tongue blabs, then let mine eyes…

Vio. I thanke thee: Lead me on.

Exeunt

Scæna Tertia.

Enter Sir Toby, and Maria.

Sir To. What a plague meanes my Neece to take the death of her brother thus? I am…

Mar. By my troth sir Toby, you must come in earlyer a nights: your Cosin, my Lady, takes…

To. Why let her except, before excepted.

Ma. I, but you must confine your selfe within the modest limits of order.

To. Confine? Ile confine my selfe no finer then I am: these cloathes are good enough to drinke…

Ma. That quaffing and drinking will vndoe you: I heard my Lady talke of it yesterday: and of…

To. Who, Sir Andrew Ague‑cheeke?

Ma. I he.

To. He's as tall a man as any's in Illyria.

Ma. What's that to th'purpose?

To. Why he ha's three thousand ducates a yeare.

Ma. I, but hee'l haue but a yeare in all these ducates: He's a very foole, and a…

To. Fie, that you'l say so: he playes o'th Viol‑de‑gam­ boys, and speaks three or four languages word…

Ma. He hath indeed, almost naturall: for besides that he's a foole, he's a great quarreller: and but…

Tob. By this hand they are scoundrels and substra­ ctors that say so of him. Who are they?

Ma. They that adde moreour, hee's drunke nightly in your company.

To. With drinking healths to my Neece: Ile drinke to her as long as there is a passage…

Enter Sir Andrew.

And. Sir Toby Belch. How now sir Toby Belch?

To. Sweet sir Andrew.

And. Blesse you faire Shrew.

Mar. And you too sir.

Tob. Accost Sir Andrew, accost.

And. What's that?

To. My Neeces Chamber‑maid.

Ma. Good Mistris accost, I desire better acquaintance

Ma. My name is Mary sir.

And. Good mistris Mary, accost.

To, You mistake knight: Accost, is front her, boord her, woe her, assayle her.

And. By my troth I would not vndertake her in this company. Is that the meaning of Accost?

Ma. Far you well Gentlemen.

To. And thou let part so Sir Andrew, would thou mightst neuer draw sword agen.

And. And you part so mistris, I would I might neuer draw sword agen: Faire Lady, doe you…

Ma. Sir, I haue not you by'th hand.

An. Marry but you shall haue, and heeres my hand.

Ma. Now sir, thought is free: I pray you bring your hand to'th Buttry barre, and let it…

An. Wherefore (sweet‑heart?) What's your Meta­ phor?

Ma. It's dry sir.

And. Why I thinke so: I am not such an asse, but I can keepe my hand dry.…

Ma. A dry iest Sir.

And. Are you full of them?

Ma. I Sir, I haue them at my fingers ends: marry now I let go your hand, I…

Exit Maria

To. O knight, thou lack'st a cup of Canarie: when did I see thee so put downe?

An. Neuer in your life I thinke, vnlesse you see Ca­ narie put me downe: mee thinkes sometimes…

To. No question

An. And I thought that, I'de forsweare it. Ile ride home to morrow sir Toby.

To. Pur‑quoy my deere knight?

An. What is purquoy? Do, or not do? I would I had bestowed that time in the tongues,…

To. Then hadst thou had an excellent head of haire.

An. Why, would that haue mended my haire?

To. Past question, for thou seest it will not coole my (nature

An. But it becoms me wel enough, dost not?

To. Excellent, it hangs like flax on a distaffe: & I hope to see a huswife take thee…

An. Faith Ile home to morrow sir Toby, your niece wil not be seene, or if she be…

To. Shee'l none o'th Count, she'l not match aboue hir degree, neither in estate, yeares, nor wit: I…

And. Ile stay a moneth longer. I am a fellow o'th strangest minde i'th world: I delight in…

To. Art thou good at these kicke‑chawses Knight?

And. As any man in Illyria, whatsoeuer he be, vnder the degree of my betters, & yet I…

To. What is thy excellence in a galliard, knight?

And. Faith, I can cut a caper.

To. And I can cut the Mutton too't.

And. And I thinke I haue the backe‑tricke, simply as strong as any man in Illyria.

To. Wherefore are these things hid? Wherefore haue these gifts a Curtaine before 'em? Are they like to…

And. I, 'tis strong, and it does indifferent well in a dam'd colour'd stocke. Shall we sit about…

To. What shall we do else: were we not borne vnder Taurus?

And. Taurus? That sides and heart.

To. No sir, it is leggs and thighes: let me see thee ca­ per. Ha, higher: ha, ha,…

Exeunt.

Scena Quarta.

Enter Valentine, and Viola in mans attire.

Val. If the Duke continue these fauours towards you Cesario, you are like to be much aduanc'd, he…

Vio. You either feare his humour, or my negligence, that you call in question the continuance of his…

Val. No beleeue me.

Enter Duke, Curio, and Attendants.

Vio. I thanke you: heere comes the Count.

Duke. Who saw Cesario hoa?

Vio. On your attendance my Lord heere.

Du. Stand you a‑while aloofe. Cesario, Thou knowst no lesse, but all: I haue vnclasp'd To thee the…

Vio. Sure my Noble Lord, If she be so abandon'd to her sorrow As it is spoke, she…

Du. Be clamorous, and leape all ciuill bounds, Rather then make vnprofited returne,

Vio. Say I do speake with her (my Lord) what then?

Du. O then, vnfold the passion of my loue, Surprize her with discourse of my deere faith; It…

Vio. I thinke not so, my Lord.

Du. Deere Lad, beleeue it; For they shall yet belye thy happy yeeres, That say thou art a…

Vio. Ile do my best To woe your Lady: yet a barrefull strife, Who ere I woe, my…

Exeunt.

Scena Quinta.

Enter Maria, and Clowne.

Ma. Nay, either tell me where thou hast bin, or I will not open my lippes so wide…

Clo. Let her hang me: hee that is well hang'de in this world, needs to feare no colours.

Ma. Make that good.

Clo. He shall see none to feare.

Ma. A good lenton answer: I can tell thee where yt saying was borne, of I feare no…

Clo. Where good mistris Mary?

Ma. In the warrs, & that may you be bolde to say in your foolerie.

Clo. Well, God giue them wisedome that haue it: & those that are fooles, let them vse their…

Ma. Yet you will be hang'd for being so long absent, or to be turn'd away: is not…

Clo. Many a good hanging, preuents a bad marriage: and for turning away, let summer beare it out.

Ma. You are resolute then?

Clo. Not so neyther, but I am resolu'd on two points

Ma. That if one breake, the other will hold: or if both breake, your gaskins fall.

Clo. Apt in good faith, very apt: well go thy way, if sir Toby would leaue drinking, thou…

Ma. Peace you rogue, no more o'that: here comes my Lady: make your excuse wisely, you were best.

Enter Lady Oliuia, with Maluolio.

Clo. Wit, and't be thy will, put me into good fooling: those wits that thinke they haue thee,…

Ol. Take the foole away.

Clo. Do you not heare fellowes, take away the Ladie.

Ol. Go too, y'are a dry foole: Ile no more of you: be­ sides you grow dis‑honest.

Clo. Two faults Madona, that drinke & good counsell wil amend: for giue the dry foole drink, then…

Ol. Sir, I bad them take away you.

Clo. Misprision in the highest degree. Lady, Cucullus non facit monachum: that's as much to say, as I…

Ol. Can you do it?

Clo. Dexteriously, good Madona.

Ol. Make your proofe.

Clo. I must catechize you for it Madona, Good my Mouse of vertue answer mee.

Ol. Well sir, for want of other idlenesse, Ile bide your proofe.

Clo. Good Madona, why mournst thou?

Ol. Good foole, for my brothers death.

Clo. I thinke his soule is in hell, Madona.

Ol. I know his soule is in heauen, foole.

Clo. The more foole (Madona) to mourne for your Brothers soule, being in heauen. Take away the Foole,…

Ol. What thinke you of this foole Maluolio, doth he not mend?

Mal. Yes, and shall do, till the pangs of death shake him: Infirmity that decaies the wise, doth…

Clow. God send you sir, a speedie Infirmity, for the better increasing your folly: Sir Toby will be…

Ol. How say you to that Maluolio?

Mal. I maruell your Ladyship takes delight in such a barren rascall: I saw him put down the…

Ol. O you are sicke of selfe‑loue Maluolio, and taste with a distemper'd appetite. To be generous, guiltlesse,…

Clo. Now Mercury indue thee with leasing, for thou speak'st well of fooles.

Enter Maria.

Mar. Madam, there is at the gate, a young Gentle­ man, much desires to speake with you.

Ol. From the Count Orsino, is it?

Ma I know not (Madam) 'tis a faire young man, and well attended.

Ol. Who of my people hold him in delay?

Ma. Sir Toby Madam, your kinsman.

Ol. Fetch him off I pray you, he speakes nothing but madman: Fie on him. Go you Maluolio;…

Clo. Thou hast spoke for vs (Madona) as if thy eldest sonne should be a foole: who se…

Ol. By mine honor halfe drunke. What is he at the gate Cosin?

To. A Gentleman.

Ol. A Gentleman? What Gentleman?

To. 'Tis a Gentleman heere. A plague o'these pickle herring: How now Sot.

Clo. Good Sir Toby.

Ol. Cosin, Cosin, how haue you come so earely by this Lethargie?

To. Letcherie, I defie Letchery: there's one at the gate.

Ol. I marry, what is he?

To. Let him be the diuell and he will, I care not: giue me faith say I. Well,…

Exit

Ol. What's a drunken man like, foole?

Clo. Like a drown'd man, a foole, and a madde man: One draught aboue heate, makes him a…

Ol. Go thou and seeke the Crowner, and let him sitte o'my Coz: for he's in the third…

Clo. He is but mad yet Madona, and the foole shall looke to the madman.

Enter Maluolio.

Mal. Madam, yond young fellow sweares hee will speake with you. I told him you were sicke, he…

Ol. Tell him, he shall not speake with me.

Mal. Ha's beene told so: and hee sayes hee'l stand at your doore like a Sheriffes post, and…

Ol. What kinde o'man is he?

Mal. Why of mankinde.

Ol. What manner of man?

Mal. Of verie ill manner: hee'l speake with you, will you, or no.

Ol. Of what personage, and yeeres is he?

Mal. Not yet old enough for a man, nor yong enough for a boy: as a squash is…

Ol. Let him approach: Call in my Gentlewoman.

Mal. Gentlewoman, my Lady calles.

Exit.

Enter Maria.

Ol. Giue me my vaile: come throw it ore my face, Wee'l once more heare Orsinos Embassie.

Enter Violenta.

Vio. The honorable Ladie of the house, which is she?

Ol. Speake to me, I shall answer for her: your will.

Vio. Most radiant, exquisite, and vnmatchable beau­ tie. I pray you tell me if this bee the Lady…

Ol. Whence came you sir?

Vio. I can say little more then I haue studied, & that question's out of my part. Good…

Ol. Are you a Comedian?

Vio. No my profound heart: and yet (by the verie phangs of malice, I sweare) I am not…

Ol. If I do not vsurpe my selfe, I am.

Vio. Most certaine, if you are she, you do vsurp your selfe: for what is yours to bestowe,…

Ol. Come to what is important in't: I forgiue you the praise.

Vio. Alas, I tooke great paines to studie it, and 'tis Poeticall.

Ol. It is the more like to be feigned, I pray you keep it in. I heard you…

Ma. Will you hoyst sayle sir, here lies your way.

Vio. No good swabber, I am to hull here a little lon­ ger. Some mollification for your Giant,…

Ol. Sure you haue some hiddeous matter to deliuer, when the curtesie of it is so fearefull. Speake…

Vio. It alone concernes your eare: I bring no ouer­ ture of warre, no taxation of homage; I…

Ol. Yet you began rudely. What are you? What would you[missing 1 units]

Vio. The rudenesse that hath appear'd in mee, haue I learn'd from my entertainment. What I am, and…

Ol. Giue vs the place alone, We will heare this diuinitie. Now sir, what is your text?

Vio. Most sweet Ladie.

Ol. A comfortable doctrine, and much may bee saide of it. Where lies your Text?

Vio. In Orsinoes bosome.

Ol. In his bosome? In what chapter of his bosome?

Vio. To answer by the method in the first of his hart.

Ol. O, I haue read it: it is heresie. Haue you no more to say?

Vio. Good Madam, let me see your face.

Ol. Haue you any Commission from your Lord, to negotiate with my face: you are now out of…

Vio. Excellently done, if God did all.

Ol. 'Tis in graine sir, 'twill endure winde and wea­ ther.

Vio. Tis beauty truly blent, whose red and white, Natures owne sweet, and cunning hand laid on: Lady,…

Ol. O sir, I will not be so hard‑hearted: I will giue out diuers scedules of my beautie.…

Vio. I see you what you are, you are too proud: But if you were the diuell, you…

Ol. How does he loue me?

Vio. With adorations, fertill teares, With groanes that thunder loue, with sighes of fire.

Ol. Your Lord does know my mind, I cannot loue him Yet I suppose him vertuous, know him…

Vio. If I did loue you in my masters flame, With such a suffring, such a deadly life:…

Ol. Why, what would you?

Vio. Make me a willow Cabine at your gate, And call vpon my soule within the house, Write…

Ol. You might do much: What is your Parentage?

Vio. Aboue my fortunes, yet my state is well: I am a Gentleman.

Ol. Get you to your Lord: I cannot loue him: let him send no more, Vnlesse (perchance) you…

Vio. I am no feede poast, Lady; keepe your purse, My Master, not my selfe, lackes recompence. Loue…

Exit

Ol. What is your Parentage? Aboue my fortunes, yet my state is well; I am a Gentleman. Ile…

Enter Maluolio.

Mal. Heere Madam, at your seruice.

Ol. Run after that same peeuish Messenger The Countes man: he left this Ring behinde him Would I,…

Mal. Madam, I will.

Exit.

Ol. I do I know not what, and feare to finde Mine eye too great a flatterer for…

Actus Secundus, Scæna prima.

Enter Antonio & Sebastian.

Ant. Will you stay no longer: nor will you not that I go with you.

Seb. By your patience, no: my starres shine darkely ouer me; the malignancie of my fate, might perhaps…

An. Let me yet know of you, whither you are bound.

Seb. No sooth sir: my determinate voyage is meere extrauagancie. But I perceiue in you so excellent a…

Ant. Alas the day.

Seb. A Lady sir, though it□was said shee much resem­ bled me, was yet of many accounted beautiful:…

Ant. Pardon me sir, your bad entertainment.

Seb. O good Antonio, forgiue me your trouble.

Ant. If you will not murther me for my loue, let m□e be your seruant.

Seb. If you will not vndo what you haue done, that is kill him, whom you haue recouer'd,…

Exit

Ant. The gentlenesse of all the gods go with thee: I haue many enemies in Orsino's Court, Else…

Exit.

Scæna Secunda.

Enter Viola and Maluolio, at seuerall doores.

Mal. Were not you eu'n now, with the Countesse O­ liuia?

Vio. Euen now sir, on a moderate pace, I haue since a­ riu'd but hither.

Mal. She returnes this Ring to you (sir) you might haue saued mee my paines, to haue taken…

Vio. She tooke the Ring of me, Ile none of it.

Mal. Come sir, you peeuishly threw it to her: and her will is, it should be so return'd:…

Exit.

Vio. I left no Ring with her: what meanes this Lady? Fortune forbid my out‑side haue not charm'd…

Scœna Tertia.

Enter Sir Toby, and Sir Andrew.

To. Approach Sir Andrew: not to bee a bedde after midnight, is to be vp betimes, and Deliculo…

And. Nay by my troth I know not: but I know, to be vp late, is to be…

To. A false conclusion: I hate it as an vnfill'd Canne. To be vp after midnight, and to…

And. Faith so they say, but I thinke it rather consists of eating and drinking.

To. Th'art a scholler; let vs therefore eate and drinke Marian I say, a stoope of wine.

Enter Clowne.

And. Heere comes the foole yfaith.

Clo. How now my harts: Did you neuer see the Pic­ ture of we three?

To. Welcome asse, now let's haue a catch.

And. By my troth the foole has an excellent breast. I had rather then forty shillings I had…

Clo. I did impeticos thy gratillity: for Maluolios nose is no Whip‑stocke. My Lady has a white hand,…

An. Excellent: Why this is the best fooling, when all is done. Now a song.

To. Come on, there is sixe pence for you. Let's haue a song.

An. There's a testrill of me too: if one knight giue a

Clo. Would you haue a loue‑song, or a song of good life?

To. A loue song, a loue song.

An. I, I. I care not for good life.

Clownesings. O Mistris mine where are you roming? O stay and heare, your true loues coming, That can…

An. Excellent good, ifaith.

To. Good, good.

Clo. What is loue, tis not heereafter, Present mirth, hath present laughter: What's to come, is still vnsure.…

An. A mellifluous voyce, as I am true knight.

To. A contagious breath.

An. Very sweet, and contagious ifaith.

To. To heare by the nose, it is dulcet in contagion. But shall we make the Welkin dance…

And. And you loue me, let's doo't: I am dogge at a Catch.

Clo. Byrlady sir, and some dogs will catch well.

An. Most c[missing 1 units]rtaine: Let our Catch be, Thou Knaue.

Clo. Hold thy peace, thou Knaue knight. I shall be con­ strained in't, to call thee knaue, Knight.

An. 'Tis not the first time I haue constrained one to call me knaue. Begin foole: it begins,…

Clo. I shall neuer begin if I hold my peace.

An. Good ifaith: Come begin.

Catch sung

Enter Maria.

Mar. What a catterwalling doe you keepe heere? If my Ladie haue not call'd vp her Steward Maluolio,…

To. My Lady's a Catayan, we are politicians, Maluolios a Peg‑a‑ramsie, and Three merry men be wee. Am…

Clo. Beshrew me, the knights in admirable fooling.

An. I, he do's well enough if he be dispos'd, and so do I too: he does it…

To. O the twelfe day of December.

Mar. For the loue o' God peace.

Enter Maluolio.

Mal. My masters are you mad? Or what are you? Haue you no wit, manners, nor honestie, but…

To. We did keepe time sir in our Catches. Snecke vp.

Mal. Sir Toby, I must be round with you. My Lady bad me tell you, that though she…

To. Farewell deere heart, since I must needs be gone.

Mar. Nay good Sir Toby.

Clo. His eyes do shew his dayes are almost done.

Mal. Is't euen so?

To. But I will neuer dye.

Clo. Sir Toby there you lye.

Mal. This is much credit to you.

To. Shall I bid him go.

Clo. What and if you do?

To. Shall I bid him go, and spare not?

Clo. O no, no, no, no, you dare not.

To. Out o' tune sir, ye lye: Art any more then a Stew­ ard? Dost thou thinke because…

Clo. Yes by S. Anne, and Ginger shall bee hotte y'th mouth too.

To. Th'art i'th right. Goe sir, rub your Chaine with crums. A stope of Wine Maria.

Mal. Mistris Mary, if you priz'd my Ladies fauour at any thing more then contempt, you would not…

Exit

Mar. Go shake your eares.

An. 'Twere as good a deede as to drink when a mans a hungrie, to challenge him the…

To. Doo't knight, Ile write thee a Challenge: or Ile deliuer thy indignation to him by word of…

Mar. Sweet Sir Toby be patient for to night: Since the youth of the Counts was to day…

To. Possesse vs, possesse vs, tell vs something of him.

Mar. Marrie sir, sometimes he is a kinde of Puritane.

An. O, if I thought that, Ide beate him like a dogge.

To. What for being a Puritan, thy exquisite reason, deere knight.

An. I haue no exquisite reason for't, but I haue reason good enough.

Mar. The diu'll a Puritane that hee is, or any thing constantly but a time‑pleaser, an affection'd Asse,…

To. What wilt thou do?

Mar. I will drop in his way some obscure Epistles of loue, wherein by the colour of his…

To. Excellent, I smell a deuice.

An. I hau't in my nose too.

To. He shall thinke by the Letters that thou wilt drop that they come from □my Neece, and□…

Mar. My purpose is indeed a horse of that colour.

An. And your horse now would make him an Asse.

Mar. Asse, I doubt not.

An. O twill be admirable.

Mar. Sport royall I warrant you: I know my Phy­ sicke will worke with him, I will plant…

Exit

To. Good night Penthisilea.

An. Before me she's a good wench.

To. She's a beagle true bred, and one that adores me: what o'that?

An. I was ador'd once too.

To. Let's to bed knight: Thou hadst neede send for more money.

An. If I cannot recouer your Neece, I am a foule way out.

To. Send for money knight, if thou hast her not i'th end, call me Cut.

An. If I do not, neuer trust me, take it how you will.

To. Come, come, Ile go burne some Sacke, tis too late to go to bed now: Come knight,…

Exeunt

Scena Quarta.

Enter Duke, Viola, Curio, and others.

Du. Giue me some Musick; Now good morow frends. Now good Cesario, but that peece of song, That…

Cur. He is not heere (so please your Lordshippe) that should sing it?

Du. Who was it?

Cur. Feste the Iester my Lord, a foole that the Ladie Oliuiaes Father tooke much delight in. He…

Du. Seeke him out, and play the tune the while. Musicke playes. Come hither Boy, if euer thou…

Vio. It giues a verie eccho to the seate Where loue is thron'd.

Du. Thou dost speake masterly, My life vpon't, yong though thou art, thine eye Hath staid vpon some…

Vio. A little, by your fauour.

Du. What kinde of woman ist?

Vio. Of your complection.

Du. She is not worth thee then. What yeares ifaith?

Vio. About your yeeres my Lord.

Du. Too old by heauen: Let still the woman take An elder then her selfe, so weares she…

Vio. I thinke it well my Lord.

Du. Then let thy Loue be yonger then thy selfe, Or thy affection cannot hold the bent: For…

Vio. And so they are: alas, that they are so: To die, euen when they to perfection grow.

Enter Curio & Clowne.

Du. O fellow come, the song we had last night: Marke it Cesario, it is old and plaine;…

Clo. Are you ready Sir?

Duke. I prethee sing.

Musicke.

The Song.

Come away, come away death,

And in sad cypresse let me be laide.

Fye away, fie away breath,

I am slaine by a faire cruell maide:

My shrowd of white, stuck all with Ew, O prepare it.

My part of death no one so true did share it.

Not a flower, not a flower sweete

On my blacke coffin, let there be strewne:

Not a friend, not a friend greet

My poore corpes, where my bones shall be throwne:

A thousand thousand sighes to saue, lay me ô where

Sad true louer neuer find my graue, to weepe there.

Du. There's for thy paines.

Clo. No paines sir, I take pleasure in singing sir.

Du. Ile pay thy pleasure then.

Clo. Truely sir, and pleasure will be paide one time, or another.

Du. Giue me now leaue, to leaue thee.

Clo. Now the melancholly God protect thee, and the Tailor make thy doublet of changeable Taffata, for thy…

Exit

Du. Let all the rest giue place: Once more Cesario, Get thee to yond same soueraigne crueltie: Tell…

Vio. But if she cannot loue you sir.

Du. It cannot be so answer'd.

Vio. Sooth but you must. Say that some Lady, as perhappes there is, Hath for your loue as…

Du. There is no womans sides Can bide the beating of so strong a pass sion, As loue…

Vio. I but I know.

Du. What dost thou knowe?

Vio. Too well what loue women to men may owe: In faith they are as true of heart,…

Du. And what's her history?

Vio. A blanke my Lord: she neuer told her loue, But let concealment like a worme i'th budde…

Du. But di'de thy sister of her loue my Boy?

Vio. I am all the daughters of my Fathers house, And all the brothers too: and yet I…

Du. I that's the Theame, To her in haste: giue her this Iewell: say, My loue can giue…

exeunt.

Scena Quinta.

Enter Sir Toby, Sir Andrew, and Fabian.

To. Come thy wayes Signior Fabian.

Fab. Nay Ile come: if I loose a scruple of this sport, let me be boyl'd to death…

To. Wouldst thou not be glad to haue the niggard­ ly Rascally sheepe‑biter, come by some notable shame?

Fa. I would exult man: you know he brought me out o'fauour with my Lady, about a Beare‑baiting…

To. To anger him wee'l haue the Beare againe, and we will foole him blacke and blew, shall…

An. And we do not, it is pittie of our liues.

Enter Maria.

To. Heere comes the little villaine: How now my Mettle of India?

Mar. Get ye all three into the box tree: Maluolio's comming downe this walke, he has beene yonder…

Exit

Enter Maluolio.

Mal. 'Tis but Fortune, all is fortune. Maria once told me she did affect me, and I haue…

To. Heere's an ouer‑weening rogue.

Fa. Oh peace: Contemplation makes a rare Turkey Cocke of him, how he iets vnder his aduanc'd plumes.

And. Slight I could so beate the Rogue.

To. Peace I say.

Mal. To be Count Maluolio.

To. Ah Rogue.

An. Pistoll him, pistoll him.

To. Peace, peace.

Mal. There is example for't: The Lady of the Stra­ chy, married the yeoman of the wardrobe.

An. Fie on him Iezabel.

Fa. O peace, now he's deepely in: looke how imagi­ nation blowes him.

Mal. Hauing beene three moneths married to her, sitting in my state.

To. O for a stone‑bow to hit him in the eye.

Mal. Calling my Officers about me, in my branch'd Veluet gowne: hauing come from a day bedde, where…

To. Fire and Brimstone.

Fa. O peace, peace.

Mal. And then to haue the humor of state: and after a demure trauaile of regard: telling them…

To. Boltes and shackles.

Fa. Oh peace, peace, peace, now, now.

Mal. Seauen of my people with an obedient start, make out for him: I frowne the while, and…

To. Shall this fellow liue?

Fa. Though our silence be drawne from vs with cars, yet peace.

Mal. I extend my hand to him thus: quenching my familiar smile with an austere regard of controll.

To. And do's not Toby take you a blow o'the lippes, then?

Mal. Saying, Cosine Toby, my Fortunes hauing cast me on your Neece, giue me this prerogatiue of speech.

To. What, what?

Mal. You must amend your drunkennesse.

To. Out scab.

Fab. Nay patience, or we breake the sinewes of our plot?

Mal. Besides you waste the treasure of your time, with a foolish knight.

And. That's mee I warrant you.

Mal. One sir Andrew.

And. I knew 'twas I, for many do call mee foole.

Mal. What employment haue we heere?

Fa. Now is the Woodcocke neere the gin.

To. Oh peace, and the spirit of humors intimate rea­ ding aloud to him.

Mal. By my life this is my Ladies hand: these bee her very C s, her V's, and…

An. Her C's, her V's, and her T's: why that?

Mal. To the vnknowne belou'd, this, and my good Wishes: Her very Phrases: By your leaue wax. Soft,…

Fab. This winnes him, Liuer and all.

Mal. Ioue knowes I loue, but who, Lips do not mooue, no man must know. No man must…

To. Marrie hang thee brocke.

Mal. I may command where I adore, but silence like a Lu­ cresse knife: With bloodlesse stroke my…

Fa. A fustian riddle.

To. Excellent Wench, say I.

Mal. M.O.A.I. doth sway my life. Nay but first let me see, let me see, let me see.

Fab. What dish a poyson has she drest him?

To. And with what wing the stallion checkes at it?

Mal. I may command, where I adore: Why shee may command me: I serue her, she is my…

To. O I, make vp that, he is now at a cold sent.

Fab. Sowter will cry vpon't for all this, though it bee as ranke as a Fox.

Mal. M. Maluolio, M: why that begins my name.

Fab. Did not I say he would worke it out, the Curre is excellent at faults.

Mal. M. But then there is no consonancy in the sequell that suffers vnder probation: A. should follow,…

Fa. And O shall end, I hope.

To. I, or Ile cudgell him, and make him cry O.

Mal. And then I. comes behind.

Fa. I, and you had any eye behinde you, you might see more detraction at your heeles, then…

Mal. M,O,A,I. This simulation is not as the former: and yet to crush this a little, it would…

starres be praised. Heere is yet a postscript. Thou canst not choose but know who I am. If…

Exit

Fab. I will not giue my part of this sport for a pensi­ on of thousands to be…

To. I could marry this wench for this deuice.

An. So could I too.

To. And aske no other dowry with her, but such ano­ ther iest.

Enter Maria.

An. Nor I neither.

Fab. Heere comes my noble gull catcher.

To. Wilt thou set thy foote o'my necke.

An. Or o'mine either?

To. Shall I play my freedome at tray‑trip, and becom thy bondslaue?

An. Ifaith, or I either?

Tob. Why, thou hast put him in such a dreame, that when the image of it leaues him,…

Ma. Nay but say true, do's it worke vpon him?

To. Like Aqua vite with a Midwife.

Mar. If you will then see the fruites of the sport, mark his first approach before my Lady:…

To. To the gates of Tartar, thou most excellent diuell of wit.

And. Ile make one too.

Exeunt.

Actus Tertius, Scæna prima.

Enter Viola and Clowne.

Vio. Saue thee Friend and thy Musick: dost thou liue by thy Tabor?

Clo. No sir, I liue by the Church.

Vio. Art thou a Churchman?

Clo. No such matter sir, I do liue by the Church: For, I do liue at my house,…

Vio. So thou maist say the Kings lyes by a begger, if a begger dwell neer him: or…

Clo. You haue said sir: To see this age: A sentence is but a cheu'rill gloue to a…

Vio. Nay that's certaine: they that dally nicely with words, may quickely make them wanton.

Clo. I would therefore my sister had had no name Sir.

Vio. Why man?

Clo. Why sir, her names a word, and to dallie with that word, might make my sister wanton:…

Vio. Thy reason man?

Clo. Troth sir, I can yeeld you none without wordes, and wordes are growne so false, I am…

Vio. I warrant thou art a merry fellow, and car'st for nothing.

Clo. Not so sir, I do care for something: but in my con­ science sir, I do not…

Vio. Art not thou the Lady Oliuia's foole?

Clo. No indeed sir, the Lady Oliuia has no folly, shee will keepe no foole sir, till she…

Vio. I saw thee late at the Count Orsino's.

Clo. Foolery sir, does walke about the Orbe like the sun, it shines euery where. I would be…

Vio. Nay, and thou passe vpon me, Ile no more with thee Hold there's expences for thee.

Clo. Now Ioue in his next commodity of hayre, send thee a beard.

Vio. By my troth Ile tell thee, I am almost sicke for one, though I would not haue…

Clo Would not a paire of these haue bred sir?

Vio. Yes being kept together, and put to vse.

Clo. I would play Lord Pandarus of Phrygia sir, to bring a Cresssida to this Troylus.

Vio. I vnderstand you sir, tis well begg'd.

Clo. The matter I hope is not great sir; begging, but a begger: Cresssida was a begger. My…

exit

Vio. This fellow is wise enough to play the foole, And to do that well, craues a kind…

Enter Sir Toby and Andrew.

To. Saue you Gentleman.

Vio. And you sir.

And. Dieu vou guard Monsieur.

Vio. Et vouz ousie vostre seruiture.

An. I hope sir, you are, and I am yours.

To. Will you incounter the house, my Neece is desi­­ rous you should enter, if your trade be…

Vio. I am bound to your Neece sir, I meane she is the list of my voyage.

To. Taste your legges sir, put them to motion.

Vio. My legges do better vnderstand me sir, then I vn­ derstand what you meane by bidding me…

To. I meane to go sir, to enter.

Vio. I will answer you with gate and entrance, but we are preuented. Enter Oliuia, and Gentlewoman. Most…

And. That youth's a rare Courtier, raine odours, wel.

Vio. My matter hath no voice Lady, but to your owne most pregnant and vouchsafed eare.

And. Odours, pregnant, and vouchsafed: Ile get 'em all three already.

Ol. Let the Garden doore be shut, and leaue mee to my hearing. Giue me your hand sir.

Vio. My dutie Madam, and most humble seruice

Ol. What is your name?

Vio. Cesario is your seruants name, faire Princesse.

Ol. My seruant sir? 'Twas neuer merry world, Since lowly feigning was call'd complement: y'are seruant to the…

Vio. And he is yours, and his must needs be yours: your seruants seruant, is your seruant Madam.

Ol. For him, I thinke not on him: for his thoughts, Would they were blankes, rather then fill'd…

Vio. Madam, I come to whet your gentle thoughts On his behalfe.

Ol. O by your leaue I pray you. I bad you neuer speake againe of him; But would…

Vio. Deere Lady.

Ol. Giue me leaue, beseech you□: I did send, After the last enchantment you did heare, A Ring…

Vio. I pittie you.

Ol. That's a degree to loue.

Vio. No not a grize: for tis a vulgar proofe That verie oft we pitty enemies.

Ol. Why then me thinkes 'tis time to smile agen: O world, how apt the poore are to…

Vio. Then Westward hoe: Grace and good disposition attend your Ladyship: You'l nothing Madam to my Lord, by…

Ol. Stay: I prethee tell me what thou thinkst of me?

Vio. That you do thinke you are not what you are.

Ol. If I thinke so, I thinke the same of you.

Vio. Then thinke you right: I am not what I am.

Ol. I would you were, as I would haue you be.

Vio. Would it be better Madam, then I am? I wish it might, for now I am your…

Ol. O what a deale of scorne, lookes beautifull? In the contempt and anger of his lip, A…

Vio. By innocence I sweare, and by my youth, I haue one heart, one bosome, and one truth,…

Ol. Yet come againe: for thou perhaps mayst moue That heart which now abhorres, to like his loue.

Exeunt.

Scœna Secunda.

Enter Sir Toby, Sir Andrew, and Fabian.

And. No faith, Ile not stay a iot longer:

To. Thy reason deere venom, giue thy reason.

Fab. You must needes yeelde your reason, Sir An­ drew?

And. Marry I saw your Neece do more fauours to the Counts Seruing‐man, then euer she bestow'd vpon…

To. Did she see the while, old boy, tell me that.

And. As plaine as I see you now.

Fab. This was a great argument of loue in her toward you.

And. S'light; will you make an Asse o'me.

Fab. I will proue it legitimate sir, vpon the Oathes of iudgement, and reason.

To. And they haue beene grand Iurie men, since before Noah was a Saylor.

Fab. Shee did shew fauour to the youth in your sight, onely to exasperate you, to awake your…

And. And't be any way, it must be with Valour, for policie I hate: I had as liefe…

To. Why then build me thy fortunes vpon the basis of valour. Challenge me the Counts youth to…

Fab. There is no way but this sir Andrew.

An. Will either of you beare me a challenge to him?

To. Go, write it in a martial hand, be curst and briefe: it is no matter how wittie,…

And. Where shall I finde you?

To. Wee'l call thee at the Cubiculo: Go.

Exit Sir Andrew.

Fa. This is a deere Manakin to you Sir Toby.

To. I haue beene deere to him lad, some two thousand strong, or so.

Fa. We shall haue a rare Letter from him; but you'le not deliuer't.

To. Neuer trust me then: and by all meanes stirre on the youth to an answer. I thinke…

Fab. And his opposit the youth beares in his visage no great presage of cruelty.

Enter Maria.

To. Looke where the youngest Wren of mine comes.

Mar. If you desire the spleene, and will laughe your selues into stitches, follow me; yond gull Maluolio…

To. And crosse garter'd?

Mar. Most villanously: like a Pedant that keepes a Schoole i'th Church: I haue dogg'd him like his…

To. Come bring vs, bring vs where he is.

Exeunt Omnes.

Scæna Tertia.

Enter Sebastian and Anthonio.

Seb. I would not by my will haue troubled you, But since you make your pleasure of your…

Ant. I could not stay behinde you: my desire (More sharpe then filed steele) did spurre me forth,…

Seb. My kinde Anthonio, I can no other answer make, but thankes, And thankes: and euer oft good…

Ant. To morrow sir, best first go see your Lodging?

Seb. I am not weary, and 'tis long to night I pray you let vs satisfie our eyes…

Ant. Would youl'd pardon me: I do not without danger walke these streetes. Once in a sea‑fight 'gainst…

Seb. Belike you slew great number of his people.

Ant. Th offence is not of such a bloody nature, Albeit the quality of the time, and quarrell…

Seb. Do not then walke too open.

Ant. It doth not fit me: hold sir, here's my purse, In the South Suburbes at the Elephant…

Seb. Why I your purse?

Ant. Haply your eye shall light vpon some toy You haue desire to purchase: and your store I…

Seb. Ile be your purse‑bearer, and leaue you For an houre.

Ant. To th'Elephant.

Seb. I do remember.

Exeunt.

Scœna Quarta.

Enter Oliuia and Maria.

Ol. I haue sent after him, he sayes hee'l come: How shall I feast him? What bestow of…

Mar. He's comming Madame: But in very strange manner. He is sure possest Madam.

Ol. Why what's the matter, does he raue?

Mar. No Madam, he does nothing but smile: your La­ dyship were best to haue some guard about…

Ol. Go call him hither. Enter Maluolio. I am as madde as hee, If sad and metry madnesse…

Mal. Sweet Lady, ho, ho.

Ol. Smil'st thou? I sent for thee vpon a sad occasion.

Mal. Sad Lady, I could be sad: This does make some obstruction in the blood: This crosse‑gartering, but…

Mal. Why how doest thou man? What is the matter with thee?

Mal. Not blacke in my minde□, though yellow in my legges: It did come to his hands, and…

Ol. Wilt thou go to bed Maluolio?

Mal. To bed? I sweet heart, and Ile come to thee.

Ol. God comfort thee: Why dost thou smile so, and kisse thy hand so oft?

Mar. How do you Maluolio?

Maluo. At your request: Yes Nightingales answere Dawes.

Mar. Why appeare you with this ridiculous bold­ nesse before my Lady.

Mal. Be not afraid of greatnesse: 'twas well writ.

Ol. What meanst thou by that Maluolio?

Mal. Some are borne great.

Ol. Ha?

Mal. Some atcheeue greatnesse.

Ol. What sayst thou?

Mal. And some haue greatnesse thrust vpon them.

Ol. Heauen restore thee.

Mal. Remember who commended thy yellow stock­ ings.

Ol. Thy yellow stockings?

Mal. And wish'd to see thee crosse garter'd.

Ol. Crosse garter'd?

Mal. Go too, thou art made,□if thou desir'st to be so.

Ol. Am I made?

Mal. If not, let me see thee a seruant still.

Ol. Why this is verie Midsommer madnesse.

Enter Seruant.

Ser. Madame, the young Gentleman of the Count Orsino's is return'd, I could hardly entreate him backe: he…

Ol. Ile come to him. Good Maria, let this fellow be look d too. Where's my Cosine Toby,…

exit

Mal. Oh ho, do you come neere me now: no worse man then sir Toby to looke to…

Enter Toby, Fabian, and Maria.

To. Which way is hee in the name of sanctity. If all the diuels of hell be drawne…

Fab. Heere he is, heere he is: how ist with you sir? How ist with you man?

Mal. Go off, I discard you: let me enioy my priuate: go off.

Mar. Lo, how hollow the fiend speakes within him; did not I tell you? Sir Toby, my Lady…

Mal. Ah ha, does she so?

To. Go too, go too: peace, peace, wee must deale gently with him: Let me alone. How do…

Mal. Do you know what you say?

Mar. La you, and you speake ill of the diuell, how he takes it at heart. Pray God…

Fab. Carry his water to th'wise woman.

Mar. Marry and it shall be done to morrow morning if I liue. My Lady would not loose…

Mal. How now mistris?

Mar. Oh Lord.

To. Prethee hold thy peace, this is not the way: Doe you not see you moue him? Let…

Fa. No way but gentlenesse, gently, gently: the Fiend is rough, and will not be roughly vs'd.

To. Why how now my bawcock? how dost yu chuck?

Mal. Sir.

To. I biddy, come with me. What man, tis not for grauity to play at cherrie‑pit with sathan…

Mar. Get him to say his prayers, good sir Toby gette him to pray.

Mal. My prayers Minx.

Mar. No I warrant you, he will not heare of godly­ nesse.

Mal. Go hang your selues all: you are ydle shallowe things, I am not of your element, you…

Exit

To. Ist posssible?

Fa. If this were plaid vpon a stage now, I could con­ demne it as an improbable fiction.

To. His very genius hath taken the infection of the deuice man.

Mar. Nay pursue him now, least the deuice take ayre, and taint.

Fa. Why we shall make him mad indeede.

Mar. The house will be the quieter.

To. Come, wee'l haue him in a darke room & bound. My Neece is already in the beleefe…

Enter Sir Andrew.

Fa. More matter for a May morning.

An. Heere's the Challenge, reade it: I warrant there's vinegar and pepper in't.

Fab. Ist so sawcy?

And. I, ist? I warrant him: do but read.

To. Giue me. Youth, whatsoeuer thou art, thou art but a scuruy fellow.

Fa. Good, and valiant.

To. Wonder not, nor admire not in thy minde why I doe call thee so, for I will…

Fa. A good note, that keepes you from the blow of yͤ (Law

To. Thou comst to the Lady Oliuia, and in my sight she vses thee kindly: but thou lyest…

Fa. Very breefe, and to exceeding good sence‑lesse.

To. I will way‑lay thee going home, where if it be thy chance to kill me.

Fa. Good.

To. Thou kilst me like a rogue and a villaine.

Fa. Still you keepe o'th windie side of the Law: good.

Tob. Fartheewell, and God haue mercie vpon one of our soules. He may haue mercie vpon mine, but…

To. If this Letter moue him not, his legges cannot: Ile giu't him.

Mar. You may haue verie fit occasion fot't: he is now in some commerce with my Ladie, and…

To. Go sir Andrew: scout mee for him at the corner of the Orchard like a bum‑Baylie: so…

And. Nay let me alone for swearing.

Exit

To. Now will not I deliuer his Letter: for the behaui­ our of the yong Gentleman, giues him…

Enter Oliuia and Viola.

Fab. Heere he comes with your Neece, giue them way till he take leaue, and presently after him.

To. I wil meditate the while vpon some horrid message for a Challenge.

Ol. I haue said too much vnto a hart of stone, And laid mine honour too vnchary on't:…

Vio. With the same hauiour that your passion beares, Goes on my Masters greefes.

Ol. Heere, weare this Iewell for me, tis my picture: Refuse it not, it hath no tongue, to…

Vio. Nothing but this, your true loue for my master.

Ol. How with mine honor may I giue him that, Which I haue giuen to you.

Vio. I will acquit you.

Ol. Well, come againe to morrow: far‑thee‑well, A Fiend like thee might beare my soule to hell.

Enter Toby and Fabian.

To. Gentleman, God saue thee.

Vio. And you sir.

To. That defence thou hast, betake the too't: of what nature the w□ongs are thou hast done him,…

Vio. You mistake sir I am sure, no man hath any quar­ rell to me: my remembrance is…

To. You'l finde it otherwise I assure you: therefore, if you hold your life at any price, betake…

Vio. I pray you sir what is he?

To. He is knight dubb'd with vnhatch'd Rapier, and on carpet consideration, but he is a diuell in…

Vio. I will returne againe into the house, and desire some conduct of the Lady. I am no…

To. Sir, no: his indignation deriues it selfe out of a ve­ ry computent iniurie, therefore get you…

Vio. This is as vnciuill as strange. I beseech you doe me this courteous office, as to know…

To. I will doe so. Signiour Fabian, stay you by this Gentleman, till my returne.

Exit Toby.

Vio. Pray you sir, do you know of this matter?

Fab. I know the knight is incenst against you, euen to a mortall arbitrement, but nothing of the…

Vio. I beseech you what manner of man is he?

Fab. Nothing of that wonderfull promise to read him by his forme, as you are like to finde…

Vio. I shall bee much bound to you for't: I am one, that had rather go with sir…

Exeunt.

Enter Toby and Andrew.

To. Why man hee s a verie diuell, I haue not seen such a firago: I had a…

And. Pox on't, Ile not meddle with him.

To. I but he will not now be pacified, Fabian can scarse hold him yonder.

An. Plague on't, and I thought he had beene valiant, and so cunning in Fence, I'de haue seene…

To. Ile make the motion: stand heere, make a good shew on't, this shall end without the perdition…

Fa. He is as horribly conceited of him: and pants, & lookes pale, as if a Beare were…

To. There's no remedie sir, he will fight with you for's oath sake: marrie hee hath better bethought…

Vio. Pray God defend me: a little thing would make me tell them how much I lacke of…

Fab. Giue ground if you see him furious.

To. Come sir Andrew, there's no remedie, the Gen­ tleman will for his honors sake haue one bowt…

And. Pray God he keepe his oath.

Enter Antonio.

Vio. I do assure you tis against my will.

Ant. Put vp your sword: if this yong Gentleman Haue done offence, I take the fault on me:…

To. You sir? Why, what are you?

Ant. One sir, that for his loue dares yet do more Then you haue heard him brag to…

To. Nay, if you be an vndertaker, I am for you.

Enter Officers.

Fab. O good sir Toby hold: heere come the Officers.

To. Ile be with you anon.

Vio. Pray sir, put your sword vp if you please.

And. Marry will I sir: and for that I promis'd you Ile be as good as my word.…

1. Off. This is the man, do thy Office.

2. Off. Anthonio, I arrest thee at the suit of Count Orsino

An. You do mistake me sir.

1. Off. No sir, no iot: I know your fauour well: Though now you haue no sea‑cap on…

Ant. I must obey. This comes with seeking you: But there's no remedie, I shall answer it: What…

2 Off. Come sir away.

Ant. I must entreat of you some of that money.

Vio. What money sir? For the fayre kindnesse you haue shew'd me heere, And part being prompted by…

Ant. Will you deny me now, Ist posssible that my deserts to you Can lacke perswasion. Do not…

Vio. I know of none, Nor know I you by voyce, or any feature: I hate ingratitude more…

Ant. Oh heauens themselues.

2. Off. Come sir, I pray you go.

Ant. Let me speake a little. This youth that you see (heere, I snatch'd one halfe out of…

1. Off. What's that to vs, the time goes by: Away.

Ant. But oh, how vilde an idoll proues this God: Thou hast Sebastian done good feature, shame. In…

1. Off. The man growes mad, away with him: Come, come sir.

Ant. Leade me on.

Exit

Vio. Me thinkes his words do from such passsion flye That he beleeues himselfe, so do not I:…

To. Come hither Knight, come hither Fabian: Weel whisper ore a couplet or two of most sage sawes.

Vio. He nam'd Sebastian: I my brother know Yet liuing in my glasse: euen such, and so In…

To. A very dishonest paltry boy, and more a coward then a Hare, his dishonesty appeares, in leauing…

Fab. A Coward, a most deuout Coward, religious in it.

And. Slid Ile after him againe, and beate him.

To. Do, cuffe him soundly, but neuer draw thy sword

And. And I do not.

Fab. Come, let's see the euent.

To. I dare lay any money, twill be nothing yet.

Exit

Actus Quartus, Scæna prima.

Enter Sebastian and Clowne.

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

Seb. Go too, go too, thou art a foolish fellow, Let me be cleere of thee.

Clo. Well held out yfaith: No, I do not know you, nor I am not sent to you…

Seb. I prethee vent thy folly some‑where else, thou know'st not me.

Clo. Vent my folly: He has heard that word of some great man, and now applyes it to…

Seb. I prethee foolish greeke depart from me, there's money for thee, if you tarry longer, I shall…

Clo. By my troth thou hast an open hand: these Wise‑ men that giue fooles money, get themselues…

Enter Andrew, Toby, and Fabian.

And. Now sir, haue I met you again: ther's for you.

Seb. Why there's for thee, and there, and there, Are all the people mad?

To. Hold sir, or Ile throw your dagger ore the house.

Clo. This will I tell my Lady straight, I would not be in some of your coats for…

To. Come on sir, hold.

An. Nay let him alone, Ile go another way to worke with him: Ile haue an action of…

Seb. Let go thy hand.

To. Come sir, I will not let you go. Come my yong souldier put vp your yron: you…

Seb. I will be free from thee. What wouldst yu now? If thou dar'st tempt me further, draw…

To. What, what? Nay then I must haue an Ounce or two of this malapert blood from you.

Enter Oliuia.

Ol. Hold Toby, on thy life I charge thee hold.

To. Madam.

Ol. Will it be euer thus? Vngracious wretch, Fit for the Mountaines, and the barbarous Caues, Where manners…

Seb. What rellish is in this? How runs the streame? Or I am mad, or else this is…

Ol. Nay come I prethee, would thoud'st be rul'd by me

Seb. Madam, I will.

Ol. O say so, and so be.

Exeunt.

Scœna Secunda.

Enter Maria and Clowne.

Mar. Nay, I prethee put on this gown, & this beard, make him beleeue thou art sir Topas…

Clo. Well, Ile put it on, and I will dissemble my selfe in't, and I would I were…

Enter Toby.

To. Ioue blesse thee M. Parson.

Clo. Bonos dies sir Toby: for as the old hermit of Prage that neuer saw pen and inke,…

To. To him sir Topas.

Clow. What hoa, I say, Peace in this prison.

To. The knaue counterfets well: a good knaue.

Maluolio within.

Mal. Who cals there?

Clo. Sir Topas the Curate, who comes to visit Maluo­ lio the Lunaticke.

Mal. Sir Topas, sir Topas, good sir Topas goe to my Ladie.

Clo. Out hyperbolicall fiend, how vexest thou this man? Talkest thou nothing but of Ladies?

Tob. Well said M. Parson.

Mal. Sir Topas, neuer was man thus wronged, good sir Topas do not thinke I am mad: they…