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Dio. Even now, Sir ; on a moderate pace I have since arrived but hither.

Mal. She returns this ring to you, Sir; you might have saved me my pains, to have taken it away your self. She adds moreover, that you should put your Lord into a desperate assurance, she will none of him. And one thing more, that you be never so hardy to come again in his affairs, unless it be to report your Lord's taking of this: receive it so.

Vio. She took the ring of me, I'll none of it.

Mal. Come, Sir, you peevishly threw it to her, and her will is, it should be so return'd : if it be worth stooping for, there it lyes in your eye; if not, be it his that finds it.

[Exit. Vio. I left no ring with her; what means this Lady? Fortune forbid, my outside have not charm'd her! She made good view of me ; indeed, so much, That, sure, methought, her eyes had lost her tongues. For she did speak in Starts distractedly: She loves me, sure; the cunning of her passion Invites me in this churlish messenger. None of my Lord's ring? why, he sent her none. I am the man-If it be fo, (as, 'tis ;) Poor Lady, she were better love a Dream. Disguise, I see thou art a wickedness, Wherein the pregnant enemy does much. How easie is it, for the proper falfe In womens waxen hearts to set their forms! Alas, our frailty is the cause, not we, For such as we are made, if such we be. How will this fadge? my Mafter loves her dearly, And I, poor monster, fond as much on him ; And she, mistaken, seems to dote on me : What will become of this? as I am man, My state is desperate for my Master's love As I am woman, (now, alas the day !) What thriftless fighs shall poor Olivia breathe? O time, thou must untangle this, not I ; It is too hard a knot for me t'unty,



SCENE changes to Olivia's Houfe.

Enter Sir Toby, and Sir Andrew. Sir To.

A to bed

ter midnight, is to be up betimes ; and Diluculo furgere, thou know'ft,

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


late. Sir To. A false conclusion: I hate it, as an unfill'd Can; to be up after midnight, and to go to bed then, is early; so that to go to bed after midnight, is to go to bed betimes. Does not our life confilt of the four elements ?

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

Sir To. Th'art a scholar, let us therefore cat and drink. Maria! I fay!-a ftoop of wine.

Enter Clown.
Sir And. Here comes the fool, i'faith.

Clo. How now, my hearts ? did you never see the picture of we three ?

Sir To. Welcome, ass, now let's have a Catch.

Sir And. (5) By my troth, the fool has an excellent breast. I had rather than forty shillings I had such a leg, and so sweet a breath to fing, as the fool has. Insooth, thou waft in very gracious fooling last night,

(5) By my Troth, the Fool bas an excellent Breast.] I have been advis'd to read, Breath, here. But the Text is, certainly, right without any Alteration. The Allusion is not to the Clown having a white Skin, but a good Power in finging. It was a Phrase in Vogue, in our Author's Time. In a Spanish Vocabulary, printed in Queen Elizabeth's Reign, Aquel tiene linda boz is thus expounded; He has a good Breaft; i. c. as we now say, good Lungs, to hold out in finging. So Ben Jonson, in his Masque of Gipfies metamorphos'd;

An excellent Song, and a sweet Song fter, and would bave done rarely in a Cage, with a Dish of Water and Hempseed; fine Breast of bis own! And Beaumont and Fletcher, in their Pilgrim ; Pray you, ftay a little : Let's bear bim fing, b'as a fine Breaft.


when thou spok'st of Pigrogromitus, of the Vapians palsing the Equinoctial of Queubus : 'twas very good, i'faith:(6) I sent thee Six-pence for thy Leman, hadft it?

Clo. I did impeticos thy gratillity; for Malvolio's nose is no whip-stock. My Lady has a white hand, and the Myrmidons are no bottle-ale houses.

Sir And. Excellent : why, this is the best fooling, when all is done. Now, a Song.

Sir To. Come on, there's Six-pence for you. Let's have a Song

Sir And. There's a testril of me too; if one Knight give a

Clo. Would you have a Love-song, or a Song of
Sir To. A Love-song, a Love-fơng.
Sir And. Ay, ay, I care not for good life.

Clown fings.
O Mistress mine, where are you roaming?
Oftay and hear, your true Love's coming,

That can fing both high and low.
Trip no further, pretty Sweeting ;
Journeys end in lovers meeting,

Every wise man's fon doth know.
Sir And. Excellent good, i'faith!
Sir To. Good, good.

good life?

Clo. What is love? 'tis not hereafter:

Present mirth hath present laughter: (6) I sent thee fix pence for thy Lemon, had it.] Bat the Clown was neither Pantler, nor Butler. The Poet's Word was certainly mistaken by the Ignorance of the Printers. I have restor'd, leman, i. e. I fent thee Sixpence to spend on thy Mistress. So, in Merry Wives of Windsor;

- as jealous as Ford, that searcb'd a bollow Wallnut for his Wifi's Leman ; 2 Henr. IV.

A Cup of Wine, that's brisk and fine,

And drink unto the Leman mine; The Word was used indifferently, to fignify, either a Mifress, or Gala lant ; as the Word, Lover, stood for Both Sexes, VOL. II.



What's to come, is still unsure ;
In Delay there lyes no plenty:
Then come kiss me, Sweet, and twenty:

Youth's a stuff will not endure.
Sir And. A mellifluous voice, as I am a true Knight,
Sir To. A contagious breath.
Sir And. Very sweet and contagious, i'faith.

Sir Ta. To hear by the nose, it is dulcet in contagion. But shall we make the welkin dance, indeed ? (7) Shall we rouze the night-owl in a Catch, that will draw three souls out of one Weaver ? shall we do that?

Sir And. An you love me, let's do't: I am a dog at a Catch.

Clo. By'r Lady, Sir, and some dogs will catch well. Sir And. Most certain ; let our Catch be, Thou knave.

Clo. Hold thy peace, thou knave, Knight. I shall be constrain'd in't, to call thee knave, Knight.

(7) Shall we rowze the Night-owl in a Catch, that will draw three Souls out of one Weaver ?] i. e. by which he shall be thrice transported, or equally transported with every one of us three Singers. As for drawing out the Soul, this is a Phrase, which, as it seems, our Author delights to use, to express the ravishing Power of Mufick. Much Ado about Nothing.

Now is his Soul ravish’d. Is it not firange that Sheeps' Guts fhould hale Souls out of Men's Bodies, &c.

But, perhaps, by mentioning three Souls, Sir Toby may be hinţing at the Peripatetic Philosophy (the Learning then in Vogue,) which very liberally gave to every Man three Souls, the Vegetative or Plastic

, the Animal

, and the Rational. I would not imagine that Shakespeare had no further Drift in this, than either to expose that System, or make a Parade of his own Knowledge. Those, who are conversant in him, can't but observe, that he takes Delight on all Occasions to display the great Power and Force of Musick. And here, in the most extraordinary Manner, he conveys to Us the Idea of that Power in its full Extent as we receive it from poetical Relations. For in fpeaking of its Power, to draw the three Souls out of a Man, viz. the Vegetative or Plastic, the Sensitive or Animal, and the Rational or Human, he would insinuate to us all those furprizing Effects of Musick that the Antients speak of, when they tell us of Amphion who mov'd Stones and Trees; Orpheus and Arion, who tam'd the Savages; and Timotheus, who govern'd as he pleas'd the Paffions of his human Auditors, by the irresistible Force of Harmony. So noble and extraordinary an Observation has our Author cover'd under the Ribaldry of a fantastick Character.

Mr. Warburton,

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Sir And. 'Tis not the first time I have constrain'd one to call me knave. Begin, fool ; it begins, Hold thy peace. Cio. I shall never begin, if I hold my peace. Sir And. Good, i'faith : come, begin.

[They fing a Catch.

Enter Maria. Mar. What a catterwauling do you keep here? if my Lady have not call'd up her steward, Malvolio, and bid him turn you out of doors, never trust me.

Sir To. My Lady's a Catayan, we are Politicians, Malvolio's a Peg-a-Ramsey, and Three merry men be we. Am not I consanguinious ? am I not of her blood ? Tilly valley, Lady! there dwelt a man in Babylon, Lady, Lady.

[Singing Clo. Beshrew me, the Knight's in admirable fooling.

Sir And. Ay, he does well enough if he be disposid, and so do I too: he does it with a better grace, but I do it more natural.

Sir To. O, the twelfth day of December, - [Singing.
Mar. For the love o'God, peace.

Enter Malvolio.
Mal. My Masters, are you mad? or what are you?
have you no wit, manners, nor honesty, but to gabble
like tinkers at this time of night? do ye make an ale-
house of my Lady's house, that ye squeak out your Co-
ziers Catches without any mitigation or remorse of
voice? is there no respect of place, persons, nor time
in you?

Sir To. We did keep time, Sir, in our Catches. Sneck up!

[Hiccoughs. Mal. Sir Toby, I must be round with you. My Lady bade me tell you, that she harbours you as her Uncle, she's nothing ally'd to your disorders. If separate your self and


misdemeanors, you are welcome to the House: if not, an it would please you to take leave of her, she is very willing to bid you farewel.




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