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Hold thy peace.
Sir And. A mellifluous voice, as I am a truel lady bade me tell you, that though she harbours knight.
you as her kinsman, she's nothing ally'd to your Sir To. A contagious breath.
disorders. If you can separate yourself and your Sir And. Very sweet and contagious, i'faith. misdemeanors, you are welcome to the house; if
Sir To. To hear by the nose, it is dulcet in 5 not, an it would please you to take leave of her, contagion. But shall we make the welkin dance, she is very willing to bid you farewell. indeed'? Shall we ronise the night-owl in a catch, Sir To: Furewell, dear heart, since I must needs that will draw three souls out of one weaver ? shall we do that?
Mal. Nay, good sir Toby. Sir And. An you love me, let's do't: I am a 10 Clo. His eyes do shew his days are almost done. dog at a catch.
Mal. Is't even so?
Clo. Hold thy peace, thou knave, knight? I Mlul. This is much credit to you. shall be constrain’d'in't to call thee knave, knight. 15 Sir To. Shall I bid him
[Singing: Sir And.'Tis not the first timel have constrain'd (19. H'hat an if you do? one to call me knave. Begin fool; it begins, Sir To. Shall I bid him
Clo. O no, no, no, no, you dare not. Clo. I shall never begin if I hold my peace. Sir To. Out o'tune, sir, ye lie.—Art any more Sir And. Good, i'faith! come, begin. 20 than a steward? Dost thou think, because thou art
[They sing a catch. virtuous, there shall be no more cakes and alen? Enter Maria.
Clo. Yes, by saint Anne; and ginger shall be Mar. What a catterwauling do you keep here: hot i' the mouth too. If my lady have not call’d up her steward, Mal- Sir To. Thou’rt i’ the right.-Go, sir, rub your volio, and bid him turn you out of doors, never 25 chain with crums?:--A stoop of wine, Maria trust me.
Mul. Mistress Mary, if you priz'd my lady's Sir To. Mylady's a Cataian’, we are politicians: favour at any thing more than contempt, you Malvolio's a Peg-a-Ramsey*, and Three merrymen would not give means for this uncivil rules; she be we'.
shall know of it, by this hand. ,
[Exit. Am not I consanguineous? am I not of her blood: 30 Mar. Go shake your ears. Tilly-valley", lady! There dwelt u man in Babylon, Sir And. "Twere as good a deed, as to drink ludy, lady!
Singing. when a man's a hungry, to challenge him to the Clo. beshrew me, the knight's in admirable tield; and then to break promise with him, and fooling
make a fool of him. Sir And. Ay, he does well enough, if he be 35 Sir To. Do't, knight ; I'll write thee a chaldispos'd, and so do I too; he does it with a better lenge; or I'll deliver thy indignation to him by grace, but I do it more natural.
worci of mouth. Sir To. O the twelfth day of December, - Mar. Sweet Sir Toby, be patient for to-night: Alar. For the love o'God, peace. [Singing since the youth of the count's was to-day with my Enter Malvolio.
40 lady, she's much out of quiet. For monsieur MalMal. My masters, are you mad? or what are you? jvolio, let me alone with him : if I do not gull Have you no wit, manners, nor honesty, but to him into a nayword"), and make bim a common gabble like tinkers at this time of night? Do ye recreation, do not think I have wit enough to lie make an ale-house of my lady's house, that ye straight in my bed: I know I can do it. squeak out your coziers' catches without any mi- 45 Sir To. Possess us', possess us; tell us sometigation or remorse of voice? Is there no respect thing of him. of place, persons, nor time, in you?
Mar. Marry, sir, sometimes he is a kind of Sir To. We did keep time, sir, in our catches. puritan. Sneck up!
Sir And. O, if I thought that, I'd beat him like Mal. Sir Toby, I must be round with you. Mylsula dog.
"That is, drink till the sky seems to turn round. 2 'Fbis expression of the power of musick, is familiar with our author. pluch addo about Nothing: “Nore is my soul ravished. Is it not strange that sheep's-guts should hule souls out of men's bodies?”—Why he says three sculs, is, because he is speaking of a catch in three parts; and the peripatetic philosophy, then in vogue, very liberally gave every man three souls; the tegetative or plastic, the animal, and the rational. 'A term of reproach. See note", p. 52. “The name of a very obscene old song:
5 This is a conclusion cominon to many old songs.* • Tilly-valley was an interjection of contempt, in use at that time. Lady, ludy, is the burthen of the song, of which Sir Toby was probably reminded, by saying, “ Tilly-valley, lady.” A cozir is a taylor, from the French word coudre, to sew. 9 Mr. Steevens thinks we should read Sneakcup, i. e. one who takes his glass in a sneaking manner; but afterwards adds that sneck the door is a north-country expression for latch the door. I surmise that it means go hang yourseli, in which the sense is good in tive examples brought by Mr. Steevens.
Alluding to the custom on holidays or saints' days to make cakes in the honour of the day, which the Puritans called superstition.. " Stewards formerly wore a chain as a mark of superiority over other servants. i. e. behaviour. Wi. e. a bye-word, a kind of proverbial reproach. ** i. e. inform us, tell us.
Sir To. What, for being a puritan? thy ex- Now, good Cesario, but that piece of song, quisite reason, dear knight?
That old and antique song we heard last night: Sir And. I have no exquisite reason for't, but I Methought, it did relieve my passion much; have reason good enough.
More than light airs, and recollected* ternis, Alar. The devil a puritan that he is, or any 5 Of these most brisk and giddy-paced times:thing constantly but a time-pleaser; an attec- Come, but one verse. tion'd' ass, that cons state without book, and ut- Cur. He is not here, so please your lordship, ters it by great swarths: the best persuaded of that should sing it. himself, so cramni'd, as he thinks with excellences, Duke. Who was it? that it is his ground of faith, that all, that look on 10 Cur. Feste, the jester, my lord; a fool, that the him, love him; and on that vice in him will my lady Olivia's father took inuch delight in : he is revenge find notable cause to work.
about the house. Sir To. What wilt thou do?
Duke. Seek himout, and play the tune the while. Mar. I will drop in his way some obscure epistles
[Exit Curio. Musick. of love; wherein, by the colour of his beard, the 15 Come hither, boy: Ifever thou shalt love, shape of his leg, the manner of his gait, the ex- In the sweet pangs of it, remember me: pressure of his eye, forehead, and complexion, he For, such as I am, all true lovers are: shall find himself most feelingly personated; I can Unstaid and skittish in all motions else, write very like my lady, your niece; on a for- Save, in the constant image of the creature gotten matter we can hardly make distinction of 20 That is belov'd.-How dost thou like this tune! our hands.
Vio. It gives a very echo to the seat Sir To. Excellent! I smell a device.
Where love is thron'd. Sir And. I have't in my nose too.
Duke. Thou dost speak masterly : Sir To. He shall think, by the letters that thou My life upon't, young though thou art, thine ege wilt drop, that they come from my niece, and that 25 Hath stay'd upon some favour that it lores; she is in love with him.
Hath it not, boy? Mar. My purpose is, indeed a horse of that Vio. A little, by your favour. colour.
Duke. What kind of woman ist? Sir And. And your horse would now make him Vio. Of your complexion.
30! Duke. She is not worth thee, then. What years, Mar. Ass, I doubt not.
i'faith? Sir And. O, 'twill be admirable.
vio. About your years, my lord. Mar. Sport royal, I warrant you: I know, my Duke. Too old, by heaven; Let still the woman physick will work with him. I will plant you two,
take and let the fool make a third, where he shall tindthe 35 An elder than herself; so wears she to him, letter; observe his.construction of it. For this night, So sways she level in her husband's heart. to bed and dream on the event. Farewell. [Exit. For, boy, however we do praise ourselves, Sir To. Good night, Penthesilea?.
Our fancies are more giddy and untirm, Sir And. Before me, she's a good wench. More longing, wavering, sooner lost and worn“,
Sir To. She's a beagle, true-bred, and one that 40 Than women's are. adores me; What o'that?
Vio. I think it well, iny lord. Sir And. I was ador'd once too.
Duke. Then let thy love be youngerthan thyself, Sir To. Let'sto bed, knight.- Thou hadst need Or thy affection cannot hold the bent: send for more money.
For women are as roses, whose fair flower, Sir And. If I cannot recover your niece, I am a 45|Being once display'd, doth fall that very hour. foul way out.
Vio. And so they are: alas, that they are so; Sir To. Send for money, knight; if thou hat To die, even when they to perfection grow! her not i' the end, call me Cut? Sir And. If I do not, never trust me, take it hou!
Re-enter Curio, and Clown.
50 Duke. O fellow, coine, the song we had last Sir To. Come, come; I'll go burn some sack, Mark it, Cesaria; it is old, and plain: [night:'tis too late to go to bed now: come, knight; come, The spinsters and the knitters in the sun, knight.
And the free' maids that weave their thread with SCENE IV.
55 Do use to chant it; it is silly sooth,
And dallies with the innocence of love,
Duke. Ay; prythee, sirg. [Musiek. i That is, affected. 2 i. e. amazon.
3 alluding to a cut or curtail dog. See note', p. 62. * i, e. studied. 5 i. e. some beauty, or complexion. • i. e. worn out. 'Meaning perhaps, vacant, or easy in mind, i. c. it is plain, simple truth. The old age implies the ages past, the times of simplicity
| Vio. Toowell what love women to men mayowe: Come aray, come away, death,
Jin faith, they are as true of heart as we.
My father had a daughter lov'd a man, And in sad cypress let me be laid;
As it might be, perhaps, were I a wonan, Fly away, fly array, breath;
5 I should your lordship. I am slain by a fair cruel maid.
Duke. And what's her history? My shrowd of white, stuck all with yeru,
Vio. A blank, my lord: She never told her love, 0, prepare it;
But let concealment, like a worm i’ the bud, My part of death no one so true
Feed on her damask cheek: she pin’d in thought; Did share it.
10 And, with a green and yellow melancholy, Not a floruer, not a floruer sweet,
She sat like Patience on a monument, On my black coffin let there be strown ;
Smiling at Grief. Was not this love, indeed? Not a friend, not a friend greet,
We men inay say more, swear more: but, indeed, Niy poor corpse, where my bones shall bethrown:
Our shows are more than will; for still we prove A thousand thousand sighs to sure,
15 Much in our vows, but little in our love. Lay me, 0! where
Duke. But dy'd thy sister of her love, my hoy? Sad true love never find my grave,
Vio. I am all the daughters of my father's house, To weep there.
And all the brothers too;—and yet I know not: Duke. There's for thy pains.
Sir, shall I to this lady?
To her in haste; give her this jewel; say, Clo. Truly, sir, and pleasure will be paid, one My love can give no place, bide no denay?. time or other.
(Exeunt. Duke. Give me now leave to leave thee.
SCENE V. Clo. Now, the melancholy god protect thee, and 25
Olivia's Garden. the taylor make thy doublet of changeable tailata, for thy mind is a very opal':- I would have men
Enter Sir Toby, Sir Andrew, and Fabian, of such constancy put to sea, that their business Sir To. Come thy ways, signior Fabian. might be everything, and their intentevery where': Fab. Nay, I'll come: if I lose a scruple of this for that's it
, that always makes a good voyage of 30 sport, let me be bil’d to death with melancholy. nothing.-Farewell.
[Erit. Sir To. Would'st thou not be glad to have thic Duke. Let all the rest give place.- [Exčunt. niggardly rascally sheep-biter come by some nota. Once more Cesario,
ble shame? Get thee to yon same sovereign cruelty :
Fab. I would exult, man: you know, he brought Tell her, my love, more noble than the world, 35 me out of favour with my lady, about a bear-baitPrizes not quantity of dirty lands;
ing here. The parts that fortune hath bestow'd upon her, Sir To. To anger him, we'll have the bear again; Tell her, I hold as giddily as fortune;
and we will fool him black and blue: Shall we But 'tis that miracle, and queen of gems,
not, Sir Andrew? That nature pranks her in, attracts my soul. Sir And. An we do not, it is pity of our lives. Tio. But, if she cannot love you, sir?
Enter Maria. Duke. I cannot be so answer d.
Sir To. Here comes the little villain :-How l'io. 'Sooth, but you must.
now, my nettle of India'? Say, that some lady, as perhaps there is,
Alur. Get you all three into the box-tree: MalHath for your love as great a pang of heart 145 volio's coming down this walk; he has been yonder As you have for Olivia: you cannot love her; i the sun, practising behaviour to his own shadow, You tell her so; Must she not then be answer'd: this half hour : observe hin, for the love of Duke. There is no woman's sides
mockery; for, I know, this letter will make a Can bide the beating of so strong a passion, contemplative ideot of him. Close, in the name As love doth give my heart: no woman's heart 50 of jesting! Lie thou there; for here comes the So big, to hold so much: they lack retention. trout that must be caught with tickling. Alas, their lore may be callid appetite,- [They hide themselves. Muriu throws dozen a No motion of the liver, but the palate,--
letter, and exit. That sutters surteit, cloyment, and revolt;
Enter Malzolio. But mine is all as hungry as the sea,
Mal. 'Tis but fortune; ail is fortune. Maria And can digest as much : make no compare once told me she did affect me; and I have heard Between that love a woman can bear me,
herself come thus near, that, should she fancy, it And that I owe Olivia.
should be one of my complexion. Besides, she Fio. Av, but I know,
luses me with a more exalted respect than any one Duke. What dost thou know?
olelse that toilows her. What should I think o't?
A precious stone of almost all colours. 2j. e. no where, as it hath no one more particular place in view than another. Denay is denial. “mettle of Indiu;" meaning, my girl of gold, my precious girl; and this is probably the truc meaning.
Sir To. Here's an over-weening rogue!
Sir And. I knew 'twas I ; for many do call me Fub. O, peace! Contemplation makes a rare ool. turkey-cock of him ; how be jets' under his ad- Mal. What employment have we here'? vancu plumes !
[Taking up the letter. Sir And. 'Slight, I could so beat the rogue : 5 Fab. Now is the woodcock near the gin. Sir To. Peace, I say.
Sir To. Oh peace! and the spirit of humours Mal. To be count Malvolio ;
intimate reading aloud to him ! Sir To. Ah, rogue!
Alal. By my life, this is my lady's hand : these Sir And. Pistol him, pistol him.
be her very c's, ler U's, and her T's; and thus Sir Ty. Peace, peace !
10 makes she her great P's. It is, in contempt of Mal. There is example for't; the lady of the question, her hand. strachy married the yeoman of the wardrobe. Sir And. Iler C's, her U's, and her T's: Why Sir and. Fie on bim, Jezebel!
Ithat? Fab. O, peace! now he's deeply in; look, how Aial. “ To the unknown belov'd, this, and my imagination blows him?.
15“ good wishes:” her very phrases !-By your Mal. Having been three months married to her, leave, wax.-Soft! and the impressure her Lusitting in my state,-
crece, with which she uses to seal: 'tis my lady: Sir To. O for a stone-bow“, to hit him in the To whom should this be? eye!
Fab. This wins him, liver and all. Nal. Calling my officers about me, in my 20 Mul.“ Jove knows I love: branch'd velvet gown; having come from a day.
“ But who? bed, where I have left Olivia sleeping,
" Lips do not move, Sir To. Fire and brimstone !
“ No man must know." Fab. O, peace, peace!
“ No man must know."- -What follows? the Mul. And then to have the humour of state : 25 numbers alter'd !—" No man must know :"-if and after a demure travel of regard,--telling them, this should be thee, Malvolio ? I know my place, as I would they should do theirs, Sir To. Marry, hang thee, brocke! o ask for my kinsman Toby:
Mal.“ I may command, where I adore: Sir To. Bolis and shackles !
“ But silence, like a Lucrece knite, Fab. O, peace, peace, peace! now, now. 30 “ With bloodless stroke my heart doth gore;
Plal. Seven of my people, with an obedient start, “ M. O. A. I. doth sway my life.” make out for him: Í frown the while; and, per- Fab. A fustian riddle! chance, wind up my watch', or play with some Sir To. Excellent wench, say I. rich jewel. Tobyapproaches; curtsiesthere tome. Mal. “M. 0. A. I. doth sway my life.”—Nay, Sir To. Shall this fellow live?
35 but first, let me see,- let me see,- let me see. Fab. Though our silence be drawn from us with Fub. What a dish of poison has she dress'd lim! cars', yet peace:
Sir To. And with what wing the stannyel' Mal. I extend my hand to him thus, quenching checksto at it! my familiar smile with an austere regard of con- Mal. “ I may command where I adore.” Why troul :
40 she may commandme; I serve her, she is my lady. Sir To. And does not Toby take you a blow Why, this is evident to any formal" capacity. o'the lips then?
There is no obstruction in this ;--And the end;Mul. Saying, “ Cousin Toby, my fortunes hav- What should that alphabetical position portend ? ing cast me on your niece, give me this pre If I could make that resemble something in me, rogative of speech ;"
451-Softly ;-). 0. 4. I.-Sir To. What, what?
Sir To. O, ay! make up that: he is now at a Mal. “ You must mend your drunkenness.” cold scent. Sir To. Out, scab!
Fub. Sowter!2 will cry upon't, for all this, Fab. Nay, patience, or we break the sinews of though it be as rank as a fox. our plot.
1501 Mal. 11,--Vialvolio;--M1,-why, that beAlal. “ Besides, you waste the treasure of your gins my name. “ time with a foolish kvight;"
Fab. Did not I say, he would work it out? the Sör And. That's me, I warrant you.
cur is excellent at faults. Mal.“ One sir Andrew;" —
Mul. 11,--But then there is no consonancy in
'Tojet is to strut. ? Ir. Steevens proposes to read, we think happily, starchy; i. e. the room in which liven underwent the once inost complicated operation of starching. 3 i. e. puffs him up. * i. e, a cross bow, a bow which shoots stone's. 5 Watches at that time were very uncommon. * i. e. carts. ? Meaning, what's to do here? 8i. e. badger. He calls Malvolio one, because he is likely to be hunted like that animal. To badger a man, is a phrase now in use for making a fool of him. · The stannyel is the common stone-hawk, in the north called stanchil. 1* i. e. flies at it. Hi. e. any one in his senses. !? Probably means here the name of a hound. A souter, however, Was a cobler.
the sequel; that suffers under probation: A should fings, and cross-garter’d, even with the swiftness follow, but o does.
of putting on. Jove, and my stars, be praised !-Fab. And O shall end, I hope'.
Here is yet a postscript. “Thou.canst not chuse Sir To. Ay, or I'll cudgel him, and make him " but know who I am. If thou entertainest my
5 " love, let it appear in thy smiling; thy smiles Alal. And then I comes behind.
“ become thee well: therefore in my presence Fab. Ay, an you had an eye behind you, you • still smile, dear my sweet, ! pr’ythee."--Jove, I might see more detraction at your heels, than for- thank thee.—I will smile ;'I will do every thing tunes before you.
that thou wilt have me,
[Exit. N1al. M.Ö. A. I.-This simulation is not as the 10 Fub. I will not give my part of this sport for a foriner :-and yet, to crush this a little, it would pension of thousands to be paid from the Sophy. bow to me, for every one of these letters is in my Sir To. I could marry this wench for this name. Soft ; here follows prose.- “ If this fail device. “ into thy hand, revolve. In my stars I am above Sir And. So could I too. “ thee; but be not afraid of greatness: Some are 15 Sir To. And ask no other dowry with her, but “ born great, some atchieve greatness, and some such another jest. “ have greatness thrust upon them. Thy fates
Enter Nlaria. open their hands ; let thy blood and spirit em“brace them And, to inure thyseli to whai Sir And. Nor I neither. “ thou art like to be, cast thy humble slough, and 20 Fib. llere comes my noble gull-catcher. “ appear fresh. Be opposite with a kinsman, surls Sir To. Wilt thou set thy foot o' my neck? “ with servants: let thy tongue tang arguments of Sir And. Or o’mine either? “ state; put thyself into the trick of singularity : Sir To. Shall I play my freedom at tray-trip, “ She thus advises thee, that sighs for thee. Re- and become thy bond-slave? “ member who commended thy yellow stockings?;125 Sir And. I'taith, or I either? " and wish'd to see thee ever cross-garter'd': I say, Sir To. Why, thou hast put him in such a “ remember. Go to; thou art made, if thou de- dream, that, when the image of it leaves him, he “ sirest to be so; if not, let me see thee a steward must run mad. “ still, the fellow of servants, and not worthy to dur. Nay, but say true, does it work upon “ touch Fortune's fingers. Farewel. She, ihat 30 him?
would alter services with thee, The fortunate- Sir To. Like aqua-vitæ’ with a midwife. “unhappy.” Day-light andchampain discovers not Dlar. If you will then see the fruits of the sport, more: this is open. I will be proud, I will read mark bis first approach before my lady: be will politic authors, I will battle Sir Toby, I will wash come to her in yellow stockings, and 'tis a colour off gross acquaintance, I will be poini-de-rice", the 35 she abhors; and cross-garter'd, a fashion she devery man. I do not now fool myself to let imagina- tests; and he will smile upon her, which will vow tion jade me; for every reason excites to this, that be so unsuitable to her disposition, being addicted my lady loves me. She did cominend my yellow to a melancholy as she is, that it cannot but turn stockings of late, she did praise my leg being cross- him into a notable contempt: if you will see it, garter’d; and in this she manifests herself to my 40 follow me. love, and, with a kind of injunction, drives me to Sir To. To the gates of Tartar, thou most exthese habits of her liking. I thank my stars, I am cellent devil of wit! happy. I will be strange, stout, in yellow stock- Sir And. I'll make one too.
S CE N E I.
l'io. Art thou a churchman? Olivia's Garden.
Clo. No such matter, sir; I do live by the Enter Viola and Clown.
church: for 1 do live at my house, and my house Vio. SAVE thee, friend, and thy musick : Joth stand by the church. Dost thou live by thy tabor?
Vio. So thou may'st say, the king lies by a begClo. No, sir, I live by the church.
55 gar, if a beggar dwell near him; or, the church · Meaning, probably, that it shall end in sighing or disappointment. ? Yellow stockings were, in our author's tiine, much worn. 3 The puritans of those times aifected this fashion, and in a former scene Malvolio is said to have been an allecter of puritanism. * i. e. broad day and an open country cannot make things plainer. • i. e. with the utmost possible eractness. Mr. Steevens supposes tray-trip to have been the name of some game at tables, draughts, or cards; while sir John Hawkins says it was a game (inuch in vogue in our author's days, and still retained among the lower class of young people in the west of England) the same as now goes under the name of Scotch-hop, which was play'd either upon level ground marked out with chalk in the form of squares or diainonds, or upon a chequered pavement. ! i. e. strong waters.