than you are, make the tryal of it in any constant question 2. Clo. What is the opinion of Pythagoras concerning wild-fowl? Mal. That the foul of our grandam might happily inhabit a bird. Clo. What think'st thou of his opinion? Mal. I think nobly of the foul, and no way ap prove of his opinion. Clo. Fare thee well: remain thou ftill in darkness; thou shalt hold the opinion of Pythagoras, ere I will allow of thy wits; and fear to kill a woodcock, left thou difpoffefs the foul of thy grandam. Fare thee well. Mal. Sir Topas, Sir Topas! Sir To. My most exquifite Sir Topas ! Clo. Nay, I am for all waters3. Mar. Thou might'st have done this without thy beard and gown; he fees thee not. Sir To. To him in thine own voice, and bring me word how thou find'ft 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 fo far in offence with my niece, that I cannot pursue with any safety this fport to the upshot. Come by and by to my chamber. [Exit with Maria. 2 Clo. Hey Robin, jolly Robin, tell me how my lady does. Mal. Fool Clo. My lady is unkind, perdie. [Singing. Conftant question.] A fettled. cry either with mirth or grief. a determinate, a regular queftion. 3 Nay, I am for all waters.] A phrafe taken from the actor's ability of making the audience WARBURTON. I rather think this expreffion borrowed from fportfmen, and relating to the qualifications of a complete spaniel. Mal. Mal. Fool,. Clo. Alas, why is she fo? Mal. Fool, I fay ; Clo. She loves another who calls, ha? Mal. Good fool, as ever thou wilt deferve well at my hand, help me to a candle, and pen, ink, and paper; as I am a gentleman, I will live to be thankful to thee for't. A Clo. Mr. Malvolto! Clo. Alas, Sir, how fell you befides your five wits? Mal. Fool, there was never man fo notoriously abus'd; I am as well in my wits, fool, as thou art. Clo. But as well! then thou art mad, indeed, if you be no better in your its than a fool. Mal. They have here propertied me; keep me in darkness, fend minifters to me, affes, and do all they can to face me out of my wits. Clo. Advise you what you fay: the minifter is here. Malvolio, Malvolio, thy wits the heav'ns reftore: endeavour thyself to fleep, 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 Topas Marry, amen.-I will, Sir, I will. Mal. Fool, fool, fool, I fay. Clo. Alas, Sir, be patient. What say you, Sir? I am fhent for speaking to you. Mal. Good fool, help me to fome light, and fome paper; I tell thee, I am as well in my wits, as any man in Illyria. 4 Propertied me.] They have taken poffeffion of me as of a man unable to look to himself. * Here the Clown in the dark acts two perfons, and counterfeits, by variation of voice, a dialogue between himself and Sir Topas.. -I will, Sir, I will, is fpoken after a paufe, as if, in the mean time, Sir Topas had whispered. Clo Clo. Well-a-day-that you were, Sir! Mal By this hand, I am. Good fool, fome ink, paper and light; and convey what I fet down to my Lady It hall advantage thee more than ever the bearing of letter did. Clo. I will help you tot. But tell me true, are you not mad, indeed, or do you but counterfeit 5? Mal. Believe me, I am not: I tell thee true. Clo. Nay, ne'er believe a madman, 'till I fee 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. I am gone, Sir, and anon, Sir, I'll be with you again In a trice, like to the old vice *, Your need to fuftain: [Singing. Who with dagger of lath, in his rage, and his wrath, Cries, ab, ba! to the devil: Like a mad lad, pair thy nails, dad, Seb. Adieu, good man drivel. SCENE V. [Exit. Changes to another apartment in Olivia's Houfe. T Enter Sebaftian. HIS is the air, that is the glorious fun; This pearl fhe gave me, I do feel't and fee't. 5 Tell me, are you not mad, or do you you mad, or do you but counterfeit? Se madness real, or have you any cret defign in it? This, to a man in poor Malvolio's ftate, was a fevere taunt. *Vice was the fool of the old moralities. Some traces of this character are fill preferved in puppet-shows, and by country mummers. And And though 'tis wonder that enwraps me thus, Yet there he was, and there I found this credit", She could not fway her house, command her followers, Enter Olivia and Priest. Oli. Blame not this hafte of mine: if you mean well, • Yet there be was, and there I found this Credit, That he did range, &c.] i. e. I found it justified, credibly vouched. Whether the Word Credit will eafily carry this Meaning, I am doubtful. The expreffion feems obfcure; and tho' I have not difturbed the Text, I very much suspect that the Poet wrote; -and there I found this credent. He ufes the fame Term again in the very fame Senfe in the Winter's Tale. -Then 'tis very credent, Thou may'ft enjoin with some Now go with me, and with this holy man, Seb. I'll follow this good man, and go with you z And having fworn † truth, ever will be true. Oli. Then lead the way, good father; and heav'n fo fhine, That they may fairly note this act of mine! [Exeunt. ACT V. SCENE Í. The STREET. Enter Clown, and Fabian. FABIAN. OW, as thou lov'ft me, let me fee this letter. Now request. Fab. Any thing. Clo. Do not defire to fee this letter. Fab. This is to give a dog, and in recompence de fire my dog again. Enter Duke, Viola, Curio, and Lords. Duke. Belong you to the lady Olivia, friends? * Whiles is until. This word counties. is ftill fo ufed in the northern VOL. II. + Truth is fidelitys |