sire 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. 5 Sir To. Sir, no; his indignation derives itself out of a very competent injury; therefore, get you on, and give him his desire. Back you shall not to the house, unless you undertake that with me, which with as much safety you might answer him: therefore, on, or strip your sword stark 10 naked; for meddle you must, that's certain, or forswear to wear iron about you. Vio. This is as uncivil, as strange. I beseech you, do me this courteous office, as to know of persuaded him, the youth's a devil. [To Fabian. Fub. He is as horribly conceited of him; and pants and looks pale, as if a bear were at his heels. Sir To. There's no remedy, sir, he will fight with you for's oath sake: marry, he has better bethought him of his quarrel, and he finds that now scarce to be worth talking of: therefore draw for the supportance of his vow; he protests, he will not hurt you. Vio. Pray God defend me! A little thing would make me tell them how much I lack of a man. the knight what my offence to him is; it is some-15bout with you: he cannot by the duello avoid it: thing of my negligence, nothing of my purpose. Sir To. I will do so. Signior Fabian, stay you by this gentleman till my return. [Exit Sir Toby. Vio. Pray you, sir, do you know of this matter? Fab. I know, the knight is incens'd against you, 20 even to a mortal arbitrement; but nothing of the circumstance more. Vio. I beseech you, what manner of man is he? Fub. Nothing of that wonderful promise, to read him by his form, as you are like to find him in 25 the proof of his valour. He is, indeed, sir, the most skilful, bloody, and fatal opposite that you could possibly have found in any part of Illyria: Will you walk towards him? I will make your peace with him, if I can. Vio. I shall be much bound to you for't! I am one, that had rather go with sir priest, than sir knight: I care not who knows so much of my [Exeunt. mettle. 30 35 Re-enter Sir Toby, with Sir Andrew. Sir To. Why, man, he's a very devil; I have not seen such a virago. I had a pass with him, rapier, scabbard, and all, and he gives me the stuck' in with such a mortal motion, that he is inevitable; and on the answer he pays you as surely 40 as your feet hit the ground they step on: They say, he has been fencer to the Sophy. Sir And. Pox on't, I'll not meddle with him. Sir To. Ay, but he will not now be pacified: Fabian can scarce hold him yonder. Sir And. Plague on't; an I thought he had been valiant, and so cunning in fence, I'd have seen him damn'd ere I'd have challeng'd him. Let him let the matter slip, and I'll give him my horse, grey Capilet. Sir To. I'll make the motion: Stand here, make a good shew on't; this shall end without the perdition of souls: Marry, I'll ride your horse as well as I ride you. Re-enter Fabian and Viola. [Aside. I have his horse to take up the quarrel; I have 3 but he has promis'd me, as he is a gentleman and Vio. I do assure you, 'tis against my will. Fab. O good Sir Toby, hold; here come the officers. Sir To. I'll be with you anon. Vio. Pray, sir, put your sword up if you please. [To Sir Andrew. Sir And. Marry, will I, sir; and, for that I promis'd you, I'll be as good as my word :-He will bear you easily, and reins well. 1 Of. This is the man; do thy office. 2 Off. Antonio, I arrest thee at the suit of count Orsino. Ant. You do mistake me, sir. 1 Off. No, sir, no jot; I know your favour well, Though now you have no sea-cap on your head.45Take him away; he knows, I know him well. Ant. I must obey.-This comes with seeking Makes me to ask you for my purse; It grieves me 55 2 Off. Come, sir, away. Ant. I must intreat of you some of that inoney. For the fair kindness you have shew'd me here, 1 A corrupted abbreviation of the stoccata, an Italian term in fencing. i. e. by the laws of duelling. Meaning, one who promises to accomplish any thing for another. Mr. Tyrwhitt imagines it had a political meaning, and that it alludes to a general persuasion, or jealousy at least, that the king had been induced to call a parliament at that time (1614) by certain persons who had undertaken, through their influence in the house of commons, to carry things according to his majesty's wishes. These persons were immediately stigmatized with the invidious name of undertakers; and the idea was so unpopular, that the king thought it necessary, in two set speeches, to deny positively (how truly, is another question) that there had been any such undertaking. And, And, part, being prompted by your present trouble,] I'll lend you something: my having is not much; Ant. Will you deny me now? Is't possible, that my deserts to you Can lack persuasion? Do not tempt my misery, Vio. I know of none; Nor know I you by voice, or any feature: I hate ingratitude more in a man, Than lying, vainness, babbling drunkenness, Or any taint of vice, whose strong corruption Inhabits our frail blood. Ant. O heavens themselves! 2 Of. Come, sir, I pray you, go. 1 Of. The man grows mad; away with him. Come, come, sir. Ant. Lead me on. [Exit Antonio with Officers. 10 We'll whisper o'er a couplet or two of most sage saws. Vio. He nam'd Sebastian: I my brother know Tempests are kind, and salt waves fresh in love! [Erit. Sir To. A very dishonest paltry boy, and more Ant. Let me speak a little. This youth that 20 a coward than a hare: his dishonesty appears, in you see here, I snatch'd one half out of the jaws of death; And to his image, which, methought, did promise [away. 25 1 Off. What's that to us?-the time goes by ;Ant. But, oh, how vile an idol proves this god!Thou hast, Sebastian, done good feature shame.In nature there's no blemish, but the mind; None can be call'd deform'd, but the unkind: Virtue is beauty; but the beauteous evil Are empty trunks, o`erflourished by the devil'. 1301 leaving his friend here in necessity, and denying him; and for his cowardship, ask Fabian. Fub. A coward, a most devout coward, religious in it. Sir And. 'Slid, I'll after him again, and beat him. Sir To. Do, cuff him soundly, but never draw thy sword. Sir And. An I do not,- [Exit Sir Andrew. Fab. Come, let's see the event. Sir To. I dare lay any money, 'twill be nothing SCENE I. The Street. ACT IV. There's money for thee; if you tarry longer, 40I shall give worse payment. 45 Clo. Well held out, i'faith! No, I do not know you; nor I am not sent to you by my lady, to bid you come speak with her; nor your name is not master Cesario; nor this is not my nose nei-50 ther. Nothing that is so, is so. Seb. Ipr'ythee, ventthy folly somewhere else; Thou know'st not me. Clo. Vent my folly! He has heard that word of some great man, and now applies it to a fool. Vent 55 my folly! I am afraid this great lubber the world will prove a cockney.-I pr'ythee now, ungird thy strangeness, and tell me what I shall vent to my lady; Shall I vent to her, that thou art coming? Seb. I pry'thee, foolish Greek', depart from me: 60 Clo. By my troth, thou hast an open hand:-These wise men, that give fools money, get themselves a good report after fourteen years purchase. Enter Sir Andrew, Sir Toby, and Fabian. Sir And. Now, sir, have I met you again? there's for you. [Striking Sebastion. Seb. Why, there's for thee, and there, and there: Are all the people mad? [Beating Sir Andrew. Sir To. Hold, sir, or I'll throw your dagger o'er the house. Clo. This will I tell my lady straight: I would not be in some of your coats for two-pence. [Exit Clown. I Sir To. Come on, sir; hold. [Holding Sebastian. Sir And. Nay, let him alone, I'll go another way to work with him; I'll have an action of battery against him, if there be any law in Illyria: though struck him first, yet it's no matter for that. Seb. Let go thy hand. Sir To. Come, sir, I will not let you go. Come, It was the custom at that time to ornament the sides and tops of trunks with scroll-work and emblematical devices. Warburton says, that Greek was as much as to say, bawd or pandar. He understood the Clown to be acting in that office. A bawdy-house was called Corinth, and the frequenters of it Corinthians. my my young soldier, put up your iron: you are well flesh'd; come on. Seb. I will be free from thee. What would'st If thou dar'st tempt me further, draw thy sword. 5 Oli. Will it be ever thus? Ungracious wretch, Seb. What relish is in this? how runs the stream? Or I am mad, or else this is a dream: Let fancy still my sense in Lethe steep; 10 15 Malvolio the lunatick. Mal. Sir Topas, sir Topas, good Sir Topas, go to my lady. Clo. Out, hyperbolical fiend! how vexest thou this man? talkest thou nothing but of ladies? Sir To. Well said, master parson. Mal. Sir Topas, never was man thus wrong'd; good sir Topas, do not think I am mad; they have laid me here in hideous darkness. Cio. Fy, thou dishonest Sathan! I call thee by the most modest terms; for I am one of those gentle ones, that will use the devil himself with courtesy; Say'st thou, that house is dark? Mal. As hell, Sir Topas. Clo. Why, it hath bay-windows transparent as barricadoes, and the clear stones towards the south-north are as lustrous as ebony; and yet complainest thou of obstruction? Mal. I am not mad, Sir Topas; I say to you, 20this house is dark. 25 Clo. Madman, thou errest: I say, there is no darkness, but ignorance; in which thou art more puzzled, than the Egyptians in their fog. Mal. I say, this house is as dark as ignorance, though ignorance were as dark as hell; and I say, there was never man thus abus'd: I am no more mad than you are, make the trial of it in any constant' question. Clo. What is the opinion of Pythagoras con Oli. Nay, come, I pr'ythee: 'Would, thou'ds: 30 cerning wild-fowl? be rul'd by mne! Seb. Madam, I will. Oli. O, say so, and so be! SCENE II. An Apartment in Olivia's House. Enter Maria, and Clown. Mal. That the soul of our grandam might haply inhabit a bird. Clo. What think'st thou of his opinion? Mal. I think nobly of the soul, and no way 35 approve of his opinion. Mar. Nay, pr'ythee, put on this gown, and this beard; make him believe, thou art Sir Topas the curate; do it quickly: I'll call sir Toby the 40 [Exit Maria Whilst. Clo. Well, I'll put it on, and I will dissemble myself in't; and I would I were the first that ever dissembled in such a gown. I am not tall enough Enter Sir Toby and Maria. Clo. Fare thee well: Remain thou still in darkness: thou shalt hold the opinion of Pythagoras, ere I will allow of thy wits; and fear to kill a woodcock, lest thou dispossess the soul of thy grandam. Fare thee well. Mal. Sir Topas, Sir Topas, Sir To. My most exquisite Sir Topas ! Mar. Thou might'st have done this without thy beard and gown; he sees thee not. Sir To. To him in thine own voice, and bring Ime word how thou find'st him: I would, we were all rid of this knavery. If he may be conveniently deliver'd, I would he were; for I am now so far 50in offence with my niece, that I cannot pursue with any safety this sport to the upshot. Come by and by to my chamber. [Exit with Maria. Clo. Hey Robin, jolly Robin, Sir To. Jove bless thee, master parson. Clo. Bonos dies, Sir Toby: for as the old hermit of Prague, that never saw pen and ink, very wittily said to a niece of king Gorboduc, That, that is, is: so I, being master parson, am master parson:55 For what is that, but that; and is, but is? Sir To. To him, Sir Topas. Clo. What, hoa, I say,--Peace in this prison! knave. 60 Tell me how thy lady does. Clo. My lady is unkind, perdy, Clo. Alas, why is she so? Mal. Fool, I say ; [Singing, Clo. She loves another--Who calls, ha? Mal. Good fool, as ever thou wilt deserve well at my hand, help me to a candle, and pen, ink, That is, made up. i. e. bow-windows, or perhaps the windows were darkened with a thick cloth called bayes. i. e. a regular question." and and paper; as I am a gentleman, I will live to be thankful to thee for't. Clo. Master Malvolio ! Clo. Alas, sir, how fell you besides your five 5 wits'? Mal. Fool, there was never man so notoriously abus'd: I am as well in my wits, fool, as thou art. Clo. But as well? then you are mad, indeed, if you be no better in your wits than a fool. Mal. They have here property'd me; keep me in darkness, send ministers to me, asses, and do all they can to face me out of my wits. 10 Clo. Advise you what you say; the minister is here.-Malvolio, Malvoiio, thy wits the heavens 15 restore! endeavour thyself to sleep, and leave thy vain bibble-babble. Mal. Sir Topas, Clo. Maintain no words with him, good fellow.Who, I, sir? not I, sir. God b'w you, good Sir 20 Topas.-Marry, amen.—I will, sir, I will. Mul. Fool, fool, fool, I say, Clo. Alas, sir, be patient. What say you, sir? I am shent' for speaking to you. Mal. Good fool, help me to some light, and 25 some paper; I tell thee, I am as well in my wits, as any man in Illyria. Clo. Well-a-day,-that you were, sir! Mal. By this hand, I am. Good fool, some ink, paper, and light, and convey what I set down to 30 my lady; it shall advantage thee more than ever the bearing of letter did. Clo. I will help you to 't. But tell me true, are you not mad indeed, or do you but counterfeit ? Mal. Believe me, I am not; I tell thee true. Clo. Nay, I'll ne'er believe a mad man, 'till I see his brains. I will fetch you light, and paper, and ink. Mal. Fool, I'll requite it in the highest degree: I pr'ythee, be gone. Clo. 35 Olivia's Garden. Enter Sebastian. [Exit. Seb. This is the air; that is the glorious sun; Oli. Blame not this haste of mine: If you mean 45 heavens so shine, -And That they may fairly note this act of mine![Exeunt. Duke. I know thee well; How dost thou, my good fellow? Clo. Truly, sir, the better for my foes, and the worse for my friends. Duke. Just the contrary; the better for thy 5 friends. Clo. No, sir, the worse. Clo. Marry, sir, they praise me, and make an ass of me; now my foes tell me plainly, I am an ass: so that by my foes, sir, I profit in the knowledge of myself; and by my friends I am abused: so that, conclusions to be as kisses, if your four negatives make your two affirmatives, why, then the worse for my friends, and the better for my foes. 15 Duke. Why, this is excellent. Clo. By my troth, sir, no: though it please you to be one of my friends. Duke. Thou shalt not be the worse for me; there's gold. Clo. But that it would be double-dealing, sir, I would you could make it another. Duke. O, you give me ill counsel. Clo. Put your grace in your pocket, sir, for this once, and let your flesh and blood obey it. Duke. Well, I will be so much a sinner to be a double dealer; there's another. But, in conclusion, put strange speech upon me, Duke. Notable pirate! thou salt-water thief! Ant. Orsino, noble sir, [me; Be pleas'd that I shake off these names you gave 10 Though I confess, on base and ground enough, 25 Clo. Primo, secundo, tertio, is a good play; and the old saying is, the third pays for all; a triplex, sir, is a good tripping measure; or the 30 bells of St. Bennet, sir, may put you in mind, One, two, three. Duke. You can fool no more money out of me at this throw if you will let your lady know, I am here to speak with her, and bring her along 35 it awake my bounty further. with you, may Clo. Marry, sir, lullaby to your bounty, till I come again. I go, sir; but I would not have you to think, that my desire of having is the sin of covetousness: but, as you say, sir, let your 40 bounty take a nap, and I will awake it anon." [Exit Clown. Enter Antonio and Officers. Vio. Here comes the man, sir, that did rescue me. Yet, when I saw it last, it was besmear'd As black as Vulcan in the smoke of war: A bawbling vessel was he captain of, For shallow draught, and bulk, unprizeable; 45 50 That took the Phoenix, and her fraught, from 55 Duke. When came he to this town? Enter Olivia and Attendants. But for thee, fellow, fellow, thy words are mad- As howling after musick. Duke. Still so cruel? Oli. Still so constant, lord. Duke. What, to perverseness? you uncivil lady, Oli. Even what it please my lord, that shall Duke. Why should I not, had I the heart to do it, Like to the Egyptian thief, at point of death, Kill what I love: a savage jealousy, Since Vio. He did mekindness, sir; drew on my side;[60]That sometimes savours nobly? But hear me this: 'i. e. mischievous, destructive. 2 i. e. dull. 3 This Egyptian thief was Thyamis, who was a native of Memphis, and at the head of a band of robbers. Theagenes and Chariclea falling into their hands, Thyamis fell desperately in love with the lady,' and would have married her. Soon after, a stronger body of robbers coming down npon Thyamis's party, he was in such fears for his mistress, that |