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means for this uncivil rule; she shall know of it, by this hand.
[Exit. Mar. Go fhake your ears.
Sir And. 'T'were as good a deed as to drink when a man's a hungry, to challenge him to the field, and then to break promise with him, and make a fool of him.
Sir To. Do't, Knight. I'll write thee a challenge: or I'll deliver thy indignation to him by word of mouth.
Mar. Sweet Sir Toby, be patient for to night ; since the youth of the Duke's was to day with my Lady, she is much out of quiet. For Monsieur Malvolio, let me alone with him: if I do not gull him into a nay.word, and make him a common recreation, do not think, I have wit enough to lie straight in my bed : I know, I can do it.
Sir To. Poffefs us, poffefs us, tell us something of him. Mar. Marry, Sir, sometimes he is a kind of a Pu
ritan. Sir And. O, if I thought that, I'd beat him like a dog.
Sir To. What, for being a Puritan? thy exquisite reafon, dear Knight.
Sir And. I have no exquisite reason for't, but I have reason good enough.
Mar. The devil a Puritan that he is, or any thing constantly but a time-pleaser; an affection'd ass, that cons state without book, and utters it by great swarths : the best persuaded of himself: fo cram'd, as he thinks, with excellencies, that it is his ground of faith, that all that look on him, love him; and on that vice in him will my revenge find notable cause to work,
Sir Te. What wilt thou do?
Mar. I will drop in his way fome obscure epistles of love, wherein, by the colour of his beard, the shape of his leg, the manner of his gate, the expressure of his eye, forehead, and complexion, he shall find himself most feelingly personated. I can write very like my Lady your Neice; on a forgotten matter we can hardly make diftinction of our hands. Sir To. Excellent, I smell a device.
Sir Ard. I have't in my nose too.
Sir To. He shall think by the letters, that thou wilt drop, that they come from my Neice, and that she is in love with him.
Mar. My purpose is, indeed, a horse of that colour.
Mar. Sport royal, I warrant you: I know, my phy. siçk will work with him. I will plant you two, and let the fool make a third, where he shall find the letter: observe his construction of it: for this night to bed, and dream on the event. Farewel.
[Exit. Sir To. Good night, Penthifilea. Sir And. Before me, she's a good wench.
Sir To. She's a beagle, true-bred, and one that adores me; what o'that ?
Sir And. I was ador'd once too.
Sir To. Let's to bed, Knight : thou hads need send for more mony.
Sir And. If I cannot recover your Neice, I am a fool
Sir To. Send for mony, Knight; if thou haft her not i'th'end, call me cut.
Sir And. If I do not, never trust me, take it how you will.
Sir To. Come, come, I'll go burn fome fack, 'tis too late to go to bed now : come, Knight ; come, Knight.
[Exeunt. SCENE changes to the Palace.
Enter Duke, Viola, Curio, and others.
Cur. He is not here, so please your Lordship, that hould sing it.
Duke. Who was it?
Cur. Fefte, the jelier, my Lord, a fool that the Lady Olivia's father took much delight in. He is about the house. Duke. Seek him out, and play the tune the while.
[Ex. Curio. [Musick. Come hither, boys if ever thou shalt love, In the sweet pangs of it, remember me ; For such as I am, all true lovers are ; Unstaid and skittish in all motions else, Save in the constant image of the creature That is belov'd. How dost thou like this tune ?
Vio. It gives a very echo to the seat
Duke. Thou dost speak mafterly.
Vio. A little, by your favour.
Duke. Too old, by heav'n ; let still the woman take
Vio. I think it well, my lord.
Duke. Then let thy love be younger than thy self;
Vio. And so they are: alas, that they are so,
Enter Curio and Clown.
Clo. Are you ready, Sir ?
[Mufck. SON G.. Come away, come away, death,
And in fad cypress let me be laid;
I am sain by a fair cruel maid.
O, prepare it.
Did Mare it.
On my black coffin let there be Arown:
My poor corps, where my bones fall be thrown.
Lay me, O! where
To weep there.
Duke. Give me now leave to leave thee.
Clo. Now the melancholy God protect thee, and the taylor make thy doublet of changeable taffata, for thy mind is a very opal! I would have men of such constancy
put to sea, that their bufiness might be every thing, and their intent every where ; for that's it, that always makes a good voyage of nothing. Farewel. [Exit. Duke. Let all the rest give place. Once more, Ce
Vie. But if the cannot love you, Sir-
Vis. Sooth, but you muft.
as great a pang of heart
Duke. There is no woman's fides
Vio. Ay, but I know-
Vio. Too well what love women to men may owe; -
Duke. And what's her history?
Vio. A blank, my Lord: she never told her love, But let concealment, like a worm i'ch'bud,