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niggardly rafcally fheep-biter come by fome notable fhame ?

Fab. I would exult, man; you know, he brought me out of favour with my Lady, about a bear-baiting here.

Sir To. To anger him, we'll have the bear again; and we will fool him black and blue, fhall we not, Sir Andrew?

Sir And. And we do not, it's pity of our lives.

Enter Maria.

Sir To. Here comes the little villain: how now, my nettle of India *? .

Mar. Get ye all three into the box-tree; Malvolio's coming down this walk, he has been yonder i'th' fun practising behaviour to his own fhadow this half hour. Obferve him, for the love of mockery; for, I know, this letter will make a contemplative idiot of him. Close, in the name of jefting! lye thou there; for here comes the trout that must be caught with tickling. [Throws down a letter, and Exit.

SCENE VIII.

Enter Malvolio.

Mal. 'Tis but fortune, all is fortune. Maria once told me, fhe did affect me; and I have heard herself come thus near, that fhould fhe fancy, it should be one of my complexion. Befides, fhe ufes me with a more exalted refpect, than any one else that follows her. What fhould I think on't?

Sir To. Here's an over-weening rogue.

Fab. O, peace: contemplation makes a rare Tur

Nettle of India means, I believe, nothing more than precious nettle.

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key-cock of him; how he jets under his advanc'd plumes!

Sir And. 'Slife, I could fo beat the rogue.
Sir To. Peace, I fay.

Mal. To be Count Malvolio,

* Sir To. Ah, rogue!

Sir And. Piftol him, piftol him.

: Sir To. Peace, peace.

Mal. There is example for't': the Lady of the Strachy married the yeoman of the wardrobe. Sir And. Fie on him, Jezebel!

Fab. O, peace, now he's deeply in; look, how imagination blows him.

Mal. Having been three months married to her, fitting in my ftate

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Sir To. O for a stone-bow, to hit him in the eye!Mal. Calling my officers about me, in my branch'd velvet-gown; having come down from a day-bed, where I have left Olivia fleeping.

Sir To. Fire and brimstone!

Fab. O, peace, peace.

Mal. And then to have the humour of ftate; and after a demure travel of regard, telling them, I know my place, as I would they fhould do theirs

for my uncle Toby

Sir To. Bolts and fhackles!

Fab. Oh, peace, peace, peace; now, now.

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Mal. Seven of my people with an obedient start. make out for him: I frown the while, and, perchance,

Illyria.

ere is an allufion to fome old ftory which I have not yet difcovered.

the Lady of the Strachy.] ftance, where the fcene was in We should read Trachy, i. e. WARBURTON. Thrace; for fo the old EnglishWhat we fhould read is hard writers called it. Mandeville lays, to fay. Here As Trachye and Macedoigne of the which Alifandre was Kyng. It was common to use the article the before names of places And this was no improper in

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Stone-bow.1 That is, a croisbow, a bow which shoots ftones.

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wind up my watch, or play with fome rich jewel. Toby approaches, curtfies there to me.

Sir To. Shall this fellow live?

Fab. Tho' our filence be drawn from us with cares, yet, peace'.

Mal. I extend my hand to him thus; quenching my familiar fmile with an auftere regard of control. Sir To. And does not Toby take you a blow o'th' lips then?

Mal. Saying, uncle Toby, my fortunes having caft me on your Neice, give me this prerogative of fpeech

Sir To. What, what?

Mal. You must amend your drunkenness
Sir To. Out, fcab?

Fab. Nay, patience, or we break the finews of our plot.

Mal. Befides, you wafte the treasure of your time. with a foolish Knight

Sir And. That's me, I warrant you.

Mal. One Sir Andrew,

Sir And. I knew, 'twas I; for many do call me Fool.

9 Wind up my watch.] In our authour's time, watches were very uncommon. When Guy Faux was taken, it was urged as a circumftance of fufpicion that a watch was found upon him.

Tho' our filence be drawn from us with cares,] i, e. Tho' it is the greatest pain to us to keep filence. Yet the Oxford Editor has altered it to,

́`Tho' our filence be drawn from

us by th' ears. There is fome conceit, I fuppbfe, in this, as in many other

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Mal. What employment have we here??

[Taking up the letter. Fab. Now is the woodcock near the gin. Sir To. Oh peace! now the fpirit of humours intimate reading aloud to him!

Mal. By my life, this is my Lady's hand: these be her very C's, her U's, and her T's, and thus makes fhe her great P's. It is in contempt of question, her hand.

Sir And. Her C's, her U's, and her T's: why

that.

Mal. To the unknown belov'd, this, and my good wishes; her very phrafes: By your leave, wax. Soft! and the impreffure her Lucrece, with which the ufes to feal; 'tis my Lady: to whom should this be? Fab. This wins him, liver and all.

Mal. Jove knows I love, but who, Lips do not move, no man must know.

No man must know-what follows? the number's alter'd-no man must know if this fhould be thee, Malvolio?

Sir Fo. Marry, hank thee, Brock!

Mal. I may command, where I adore,
But, filence, like a Lucrece knife,
With bloodless ftroke my heart doth gore,

M. O. A. I. doth fway my life.

Fab. A fuftian riddle.

Sir To. Excellent wench, fay I.

Mal. M. O. A. I. doth sway my life—nay, but first,

let me feelet me fee—

Fab. What a difh of poifon has fhe drefs'd him?

What employment have ve bere?] A phrafe of that time, equivalent to our common fpeech of-What's to do here. The Oxford Editor, not attending to this, alters it to

What implement have we

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here?

By which happy emendation, he makes Malvolio to be in the plot against himself; or how could he know that this letter was an implement made ufe of to catch" him? WARBURTON. Sir To

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Sir To. And with what wing the ' ftannyel checks at it?

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Mal. I may command where I adore. Why, the may command me: I ferve her, he is my Lady. Why, this is evident to any formal capacity. There is no obftruction in this-- and the end-what fhould that alphabetical pofition portend? if I could make that refemble fomething in me? foftly- M. O. A. I.

Sir To. O, ay, make up that; he is now at a cold fcent.

Fab. Sowter will cry upon't for all this, tho' it be not as rank as a fox'.

Mal. M.-Malvolio-M. - why, that begins my,

name.

Fab. Did not I fay, he would work it out? the cur is excellent at faults.

Mal. M. But then there is no confonancy in the fequel; That fuffers under probation: A fhould follow, but O does.

Fab. And O fhall end, I hope.

Sir To. Ay, or I'll cudgel him, and make him cry, O.

Mal. And then I comes behind.

Fab. Ay, an you had any eye behind you, you might fee more detraction at your heels than fortunes before you.

Mal. M. O. A. I.- this fimulation is not as the former and yet to crush this a little, it would bow to me, for every one of these letters is in my name. Soft, here follows profe-If this fall into thy hand, revolve. In my stars I am above thee, but be not afraid

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