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Enter Servant. Ser. Madam, the young Gentleman of the Duke Ore fino's is return'd, I could hardly entreat him back; he attends your Ladyship's pleasure.
Oli. I'll come to him. Good Maria, let this fellow be look'd to.: Where's my Uncle Toby ? let some of my people have a special care of him ; I would not have him miscarry for the half of my dowry. [Exit.
Mal. Oh, ho! do you come near me now? no worse man than Sir Toby to look to me! this concurs directly with the Letter ; she sends him on purpose that I may appear stubborn to him ; for she incites me to that in the Letter. Caft thy humble slough, says she; be opposite with a Kinsman,- surly with Servants, let thy tongue tang with arguments of State,-put thy self into the trick of Gingularity ;-and consequently sets down the manner how; as a sad face, a reverend carriage, a slow tongue, in the habit of some Sir of note, and so forth. I have lim'd her, but it is yove's doing, and Jove make me thankful! and when she went away now, let this Fellow be look'd to: Fellow! not Maivolio, nor after my degree, but Fellow. Why, cvery thing adheres together, that no Dram of a Scruple, no
Scruple of a Scruple, no Obstacle, no incredulous or unsafe circumstance what can be said? Nothing, that can be, can come between me and the full prospect of my hopes. Well ; Jove, not I, is the doer of this, and he is to be thanked.
Enter Sir Toby, Fabian and Maria. Sir To. Which way is he, in the name of sanctity? if all the Devils in Hell be drawn in little, and Legion himself pofseft him, yet I'll speak to him.
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 priva
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.
cy: go off.
Mal. Ah, ha! does the fo?
Sir Tv. Go to, go to; peace, peace, we must deal gently with him; let me alone. How do
you, Mal. volio how is't with you? what! Man, defie the Devil; consider, he's an enemy to Mankind.
Mal. Do you know what you say?
Mar. La, you! if you speak ill of the Devil, how he takes it at heart. Pray God, he be not bewitch'd.
Fab. Carry his water to th' wise Woman.
Mar. Marry, and it fhall be done to morrow morning if I live." My Lady would not lose him for more than I'll say. Mal. How now, Miftress? Mar. O Lord !
Sir To. Pr'ythee, hold thy peace; that is not the way: do you not see, you move him? let me alone with him. Fab. No way but gentleness, gently, gently ;
the fiend is rough, and will not be roughly us'a.
Sir To. Why, how now, my Bawçock ? how dof thou, chuck
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 fay his prayers, good Sir Toby; get him to pray.
Mal. My prayers, minx !
Mar. No, I warrant you, he will not hear of god. Jiness.
Mal. Go hang your felves, all: you are idle shallow things ; I am not of your element, you fhall know more hereafter.
[Exit. Sir To. Is’t poflible?
Fab. If this were plaid upon a Stage now, I could condemn it as an improbable fiction.
Sir To. His very Genius hath taken the infe&tion of the device, Man.
Mar. Nay, pursue him now, left the device take air, and-taint.
Fab. Why, we fhall make him mad, indeed.
Sir To. Come, we'll have him in a dark room and bound. My Neice is already in the belief that he's 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 fee.
Enter Sir Andrew.
Fab. More matter for a May morning.
Sir And. Here's the challenge, read it : I warrant, there's vinegar and pepper in't.
Fab, Is't lo fawcy?
[Sir Toby reads. Youth, whatsoever thou art, thau art but a scurvy Fellow.
Fab. Good and valiant.
Sir To. Wonder not, nor admire not in thy mind why do call thee fo; for I will few tbee no reafon for't.
Fab. A good note; That keeps you from the blow of the law.
Sir To. Thou com A to the Lady Olivia, and in my fight She uses thee kindly; ibut thau lieft in thy throat, that is not the matter I challenge thee for.
Fab. Very brief, and exceeding good sense-lefs.
Sir To. I will way-lay thee going home, where if it be thy chance to kill me
Fab. Still you keep o'th' windy side of the law: good.
Sir To. Fare thee well, and God have mercy upon one of our Souls : be may bave mercy upan mine, but my bope is better, and to look to thy self. Thy friend as thou useft him, and thy fworn enemy, Andrew Ague-cheek.
Sir To. If this Letter move him not, his 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 seeft him, draw; and, as thou draw'st, swear horribly; for it comes to pass oft, that a terrible oath, with a swaggering accent sharply twang'd off, gives manhood more approbation than ever proof it self would have earnd 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 Neice confirms no less; therefore this Letter, being so excellently ignorant, will breed no terror in the Youth; he will find that it comes from a Clod-pole. But, Sir, I will deliver his Challenge by word of mouth ; set upon Ague-cheek a notable report of valour; and drive the Gentleman, Väs, 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.
Enter Olivia and Viola. Fab. Here he comes with your Neice; give them way, 'till he take leave, and presently after him. - Sir To. I will meditate the while upon some horrid message for a challenge.
[Exeunt. Oli. I've 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 head-itrong potent fault it is, That it but mocks reproof.
Vio. With the same haviour that your passion bears, Goes on my Master's grief.
Oli. Here, wear this Jewel for me, 'tis my Picture; -Refuse it not, it hath no tongue to vex you: And, I beseech you, come again to morrow.
What shall you ask of me that I'll deny,
Vio. I will acquit you.
Oli: Well, come again to môrrow: fare thee well.
Enter Sir Toby and Fabian.
Sir To. That Defence thou hasts betake thee to’t; of what nature the wrongs are thou hast done him, I know not; but thy intercepter, full of despight, bloo: dy as the Hunter, attends thee at the Orchard-end ; dismount thy tuck, be yare in thy preparation, for thy assailant is quick, skilful, and deadly.
Vio. You miftake, Sir; I am sure, no man hath 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 he?
Sir To. He is Knight, dubb’d with unhack'd rapier, and on carpet consideration; but he is a Devil in private brawl; souls and bodies hath he divorc'd three; and his incensement at this moment is so implacable, that fatisfaction can be none but by pangs of death and sepulcher: hob, nob, is his word; give't, or take't.
Vio. I will return again into the House, and desire some conduct of the Lady. I am no Fighter. I have heard of some kind of men, that put quarrels purposely on others to taste their valour: belike, this is a man of that quirk.
Sir To: (16) Sir, no : bis indignation derives it self out of a very competent injury, therefore get you on,
and (16) Sir, no: bis Indignation drives itself out of a very competent In. jury;] This Error firit obtain'd' from Inadvertence, I presume, in Mr. VOL. II.