Oli. Yet come again; for thou, perhaps, may'st move That heart, which now abhors, to like his love.

[Exeunt:

SCENE changes to an Apartment in Olivia's
House.

Sir And.

Enter Sir Toby, Sir Andrew, and Fabian.

O, faith, I'll not stay a jot longer.

N Sir To. Thy reafon, dear venom, give

thy reafon.

Fab. You must needs yield your reason, Sir Andrew. Sir And. Marry I faw your neice do more favours to the Duke's ferving-man, than ever she bestow'd on me. I faw't, i'th' orchard.

Sir To. Did the fee thee the while, old boy, tell me that?

Sir And. As plain as I fee you now.

Fab. This was a great argument of love in her towards you.

Sir And. 'Slight! will you make an afs o' me?

Fab. I will prove it legitimate, Sir, upon the oaths of judgment and reafon..

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Sir To. And they have been Grand Jury-men fince before Noah was a failor.

Fab. She did fhew favour to the youth in your fight, only to exafperate you, to awake your dormouse valour, to put fire in your heart, and brimstone in your liver. You should then have accofted her, with fome excellent jefts, fire-new from the mint; you should have bang'd the youth into dumbnefs. This was look'd for at your hand, and this was baulkt. The double gilt of this opportunity you let time wash off, and you are now fail'd into the north of my lady's opinion; where you will hang like an ificle on a Dutchman's beard, unless you do redeem it by fome laudable attempt, either of valour or policy.

Sir And. And't be any way, it must be with valour; for policy I hate I had as lief be a Brownift, as a politician,

Sir To. Why then, build me thy fortunes upon the ba fis of valour; challenge me the Duke's youth to fight with him; hurt him in eleven places; [my neice fhall take note of it; and affure thyfelf, there is no lovebroker in the world can more prevail in man's commendation with woman than report of valour.

Fab. There is no way but this, Sir Andrew.

Sir And. Will either of you bear me a challenge to him?

Sir To. Go, write in a martial hand; be curft and brief it is no matter how witty, fo it be eloquent, and full of invention; (7) taunt him with the licence of ink; if thou thou'ft him fome thrice, it fhall not be amifs; and as many lies as will lye in thy fheet of paper, although the fheet were big enough for the bed of Ware in England; fet 'em down, go about it. Let there be gall enough in thy ink, tho' thou write with a goofepen, no matter: about it.

(7) Taunt him with the Licence of Ink; if thou thou'ft bim fome thrice.] There is no Doubt, I think, but this Paffage is One of thofe, in which our Author intended to thew his Refpect for Sir Walter Raleigh, and a Detestation of the Virulence of his Profecutors. The Words quoted, feemed to me directly levell'd at the Attorney-General Coke, who, in the Trial of Sir Walter, attack'd him with all the following indecent Expreffions. " All that he did was by tby Inftigation, thou Viper; for I thou thee, thou Traytor !" (Here, by the way, are the Poet's three thou's.) "You are an odious Man."— "Is be bafe? I return it into thy Throat, on bis behalf.". "60 damnable Atbeift !”. -Thou art a Monfter; thou baft an English Face, but a Spanish Heart.” "Thon baft a Spanish Heart, and thyself art a Spider of Hell.". "Go to, I will lay thee on thy Back for the confident'ft Traytor that ever came at a Bar, &c." Is not here all the Licence of Tongue, which the Poet fatyrically prescribes to Sir Andrew's Ink? And how mean an Opinion Shakespeare had of these petulant Invectives, is pretty evident from his Close of this Speech; Let there be Gall enough in thy Ink, tho' thou write it with a Goofe-pen, no matter. A keener Lash at the Attorney for a Fool, than all the Contumelies the Attorney threw at the Prifoner, as a fuppos'd Traytor!

Sir And. Where fhall I find you?

Sir To. We'll call thee at the Cubiculo: go.

[Exit Sir Andrew. Fab. This is a dear manikin to you, Sir Toby.. Sir To. I have been dear to him, lad, fome two thoufand ftrong or fo.

Fab. We fhall have a rare letter from him; but you'll TM not deliver't.

Sir To. Never truft me then; and by all means ftir on the youth to an answer. I think, oxen and wainropes, cannot hale them together. For Andrew, if he were open'd, and you find so much blood in his liver as will clog the foot of a flea, I'll eat the reft of th' anatomy. Fab. And his oppofite, the youth, bears in his vifage no great prefage of cruelty.

Enter Maria.

Sir To. Look, where the youngest wren of nine comes, Mar. If you defire the fpleen, and will laugh yourfelves into ftitches, follow me: yond gull Malvolio is turned Heathen, a very Renegado; for there is no Chriftian, that means to be fav'd by believing rightly, can ever believe fuch impoffible paffages of groffnefs. He's in yellow ftockings.

Sir To. And cross-garter'd?

Mar. Moft villainoufly; like a pedant that keeps a school i'th' church I have dogg'd him, like his murtherer. He does obey every point of the letter, that I dropt to betray him; he does fmile his face into more lines than is in the new map, with the augmentation of the Indies; you have not seen such a thing, as 'tis; I can hardly forbear hurling things at him. I know, my lady will ftrike him; if the do, he'll fmile, and take't for a great favour.

Sir To. Come, bring us, bring us where he is.

[Exeunt.

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SCENE changes to the Street.

Enter Sebaftian and Anthonio.

Would not by my will have troubled you.
But fince you make your pleasure of your pains,
I will no further chide you.'

Ant. I could not ftay behind you; my defire,
(More fharp than filed fteel,) did fpur me forth;
And not all love to see you, (tho' so much,
As might have drawn one to a longer voyage.)
But jealoufie what might befal your travel,
Being skillefs in these parts; which to a stranger,
Unguided and unfriended, often prove
Rough and unhofpitable. My willing love,
The rather by thefe arguments of fear,
Set forth in your purfuit.

Seb. My kind Anthonio,

(8) I can no other answer make, but thanks;
And thanks, and ever thanks; and oft good turns
Are fhuffled off with fuch uncurrent pay;

But were my worth, as is my confcience, firm,
You should find better dealing: what's to do?
Shall we go fee the relicks of this town?

(8) I can no other Answer make but Thanks,

And Thanks and ever-oft good Turns

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Are fouffled off with fuch uncurrent Pay ;] It must be ob vious to every Reader, who has the leaft Knowledge in Verfification, that the fecond Line is too short by a whole Foot; however the Editors have indolently pafs'd it over without Sufpicion. Then, who ever heard of this goodly double Adverb, ever-oft, which feems to have as much Propriety as, alwaysSometimes? As I have reftor'd the Paffage, it is very much in our Author's Manner, and Mode of Expreffion. So, in Cym beline;

-Since when I have been Debtor to You for Courtefies, which I will be ever to pay, and yet pay still.

And in All's well, that Ends well,

And let me buy your friendly Help thus far,
Which I will over-pay, and pay again
When I have found it.

Ant,

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Ant. To-morrow, Sir; beft, first, go fee your lodg

ing.

Seb. I am not weary, and 'tis long to night;

pray you, let us fatisfie our eyes

With the memorials, and the things of fame,
That do renown this city.

Ant. 'Would, you'd pardon me:

I do not without danger walk these streets.
Once in a fea-fight 'gainft the Duke his gallies,
I did fome fervice, of fuch note, indeed,

That were I ta'en here, it would scarce be anfwer'd.
Seb. Belike, you flew great number of his people.
Ant. Th' offence is not of fuch a bloody nature,
Albeit the quality of the time and quarrel
Might well have given us bloody argument:
It might have fince been anfwer'd in repaying
What we took from them, which, for traffick's fake,
Moft of our city did. Only myself stood out;
For which, if I be lapfed in this place,

I fhall

pay dear.

Seb. Do not then walk too open.

Ant. It doth not fit me: hold, Sir, here's my purse. In the fouth fuburbs at the Elephant

Is beft to lodge: I will befpeak our diet,

Whiles you beguile your time, and feed your knowledge With viewing of the town; there fhall you

Seb. Why I your purse?

have me.

Ant. Haply, your eye fhall light upon fome toy
You have defire to purchase; and your ftore,
I think, is not for idle markets, Sir."

Seb. I'll be your purfe-bearer, and leave you for
An hour.

Ant. To th' Elephant..

Seb. I do remember.

[Exeunt.

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