Oli. Crofs-garter'd?

Mal. Go to, thou art made, if thou defireft to be

Oli. Am I made?

Mal. If not, let me see thee a fervant ftill.

Oli. Why, this is a very midfummer-madness.
Enter Servant.

Ser. Madam, the young gentleman of the Duke Orfino's is return'd; I could hardly intreat him back; he attends your Ladyfhip's pleasure.

Oli. I'll come to him. Good Maria, let this fellow be look'd to. Where's my uncle Toby? let fome of my people have a fpecial care of him; I would not have him mifcarry for half of my dowry. [Exit.

Mal. Oh, oh! do you come near me now? no worse man than Sir Toby to look to me! this concurs directly with the letter; the fends him on purpose that I may appear ftubborn to him; for fhe incites me to that in the letter. Caft thy humble flough, fays fhe;-be oppofite with a kinfman,-furly with fervants, let thy tongue tang with arguments of fate,-put thyfelf into the trick of fingularity;-and confequently fets down the manner how; as a fad face, a reverend carriage, a low tongue, in the habit of fome Sir of note, and fo forth. I have lim'd her; but it is Jove's doing, and Jove make me thankful! and when he went away now, let this fellow be look'd to: Fellow! not Malvolio, not after my degree, but fellow. Why, every thing adheres together, that no dram of a fcruple, no fcruple of a fcruple, no obftacle, no incredulous or unfafe circumftance-what can be faid? nothing that can be, can come between me and the full profpect of my hopes. Well, Jove, not I, is the doer of this, and he is to be thanked.

SCENE IX. Enter Sir Toby, Fabian, and Maria.

Sir To. Which way is he, in the name of fanctity? If all the devils in hell be drawn in little, and Legion himself poffefs'd him, yet I'll speak to him.

Fab. Here he is, here he is; how is 't with you, Sir? how is 't with you, man?

Mal. Go off; I difcard you; let me enjoy my privacy: go off.

Mar. Lo, how hollow the fiend speaks within him! did not I tell you? Sir Toby, my Lady prays you to have a care of him.

Mal. Ah, ha! does the fo?

Sir To. Go to, go to; peace, gently with him; let me alone.

peace, we must deal How do you, Mal

volio? how is 't with you? what! man, defy the devil; confider, he's an enemy to mankind.

Mal. Do you know what you say?

Mar. La, you! if you speak ill of the devil, how he takes it at heart.- Pray God he be not be

witch'd.

Fab. Carry his water to th' wife woman.

Mar. Marry, and it shall be done to-morrow morning, if I live. My Lady would not lofe him for more than I'll fay.

Mal. How, now, Mistress?

Mar. O Lord!

Sir To. Pr'ythee, hold thy peace; that is not the way do you not fee you move him? let me alone with him.

Fab. No way but gentleness, gently, gently; the fiend is rough, and will not be roughly us'd.

Sir To. Why, how now, my bawcock? how doft thou, chuck?

Mal. Sir?

What! man,

Sir To. Ay, biddy, come with me. 'tis not for gravity to play at cherry-pit with Satan. Hang him, foul collier.

Mar. Get him to fay his prayers, good Sir Toby; get him to pray.

Mal. My prayers, minx!

Mar. No, I warrant you, he will not hear of godlinefs.

Mal. Go hang yourselves all: you are idle fhallow things. I am not of your element; you fhall know more hereafter.

Sir To. Is 't poffible?

[Exit

Fab. If this were play'd upon a ftage now, I could condemn it as an improbable fiction.

Sir To. His very genius hath taken the infection of the device, man.

Mar. Nay, purfue him now, left the device take air, and taint.

Fab. Why, we shall make him mad, indeed.

Mar. The house will be the quieter.

Sir To. Come, we'll have him in a dark room and bound. My niece is already in the belief that he's mad; we may carry it thus for our pleasure and his penance, till our very paftime, tired out of breath, prompt us to have mercy on him; at which time we will bring the device to the bar, and crown thee for a finder of madmen. But fee, but fee.

SCENE X.

Enter Sir Andrew.

Fab. More matter for a May morning.

Sir And. Here's the challenge, read it. I warrant there's vinegar and pepper in't.

Fab. Is't fo fawcy?

Sir, And. Ay, is't? I warrant him: do but read. Sir To. Give me.

[Sir Toby reads. Youth, what foever thou art, thou art but a fcurvy fellow. Fab. Good and valiant.

Sir To. Wonder not, nor admire not in thy mind why I do call thee fo; for I will fhew thee no reafon for 't. Fab. A good note; that keeps you from the blow of the law.

Sir To. Thou com'ft to the Lady Olivia, and in my fight fhe ufes thee kindly; but thou lieft in thy throat, that is not the matter I challenge thee for.

Fab. Very brief, and exceeding good fenfe-lefs. Sir To. I will waylay thee going home, where if it be thy chance to kill me—

Fab. Good.

Sir To. Thou kill me like a rogue and a villain. Fab. Still you keep o' th' windy fide of the law: good.

Sir To. Fare thee well, and God have mercy upon one oj our fouls: he may have mercy upon mine, but my hope is

better, and fo look to thy felf. Thy friend as thou ufeft him, and thy fworn enemy, ANDREW AGUE-CHEEK.

Sir To. If this letter move him not, his legs cannot : I'll give't him.

Mar. You may have very fit occafion for 't: he is now in some commerce with my Lady, and will by and by depart.

Sir To. Go, Sir Andrew, scout me for him at the corner of the orchard like a bum-bailiff; fo foon as ever thou feeft him, draw; and, as thou draw'ft, fwear horribly; for it comes to pafs oft, that a terrible oath, with a fwaggering accent fharply twang'd off, gives manhood more approbation than ever proof itself would have earn'd him. Away.

Sir And. Nay, let me alone for fwearing.

[Exit.

Sir To. Now will not I deliver his letter; for the behaviour of the young gentleman gives him out to be of good capacity and breeding; his employment between his Lord and my niece confirms no lefs: therefore this letter, being fo excellently ignorant, will breed no terror in the youth; he will find that it comes from a clodpole. But, Sir, I will deliver his challenge by word of mouth; fet upon Ague-cheek a notable report of valour; and drive the gentleman (as I know his youth will aptly receive it) into a moft hideous opinion of his rage, fkill, fury, and impetuofity. This will fo fright them both, that they will kill one another by the look, like cockatrices.

SCENE XI. Enter Olivia and Viola.

Fab. Here he comes with your niece; give them way, till he take leave, and presently after him.

Sir To. I will meditate the while upon fome horrid meffage for a challenge. [Exeunt. Oli. I've faid too much unto a heart of ftone, And laid mine honour too unchary out.

There's fomething in me, that reproves my

But fuch a headstrong potent fault it is,
That it but mocks reproof.

fault:

Vio. With the fame 'haviour that your paffion bears, Goes on my master's grief.

Oli. Here, wear this jewel for me, 'tis my picture;

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Refufe it not, it hath no tongue to vex you;
And, I befeech you, come again to-morrow.
What shall you ask of me that I'll deny,
That honour fav'd may upon asking give?

Vio. Nothing but this, your true love for my mafter. Oli. How with mine honour may I give him that, Which I have given to you?

Vio. I will acquit you.

Oli. Well, come again to-morrow: fare thee well. A fiend like thee might bear my foul to hell. [Exit.

SCENE XII. Enter Sir Toby and Fabian. Sir To. Gentleman, God fave thee.

Vio. And you, Sir.

Sir To. That defence thou haft, betake thee to 't; of what nature the wrongs are thou haft done him, I know not; but thy interpreter, full of defpight, bloody as the hunter, attends thee at the orchard-end; difmount thy tuck, be yare in thy preparation, for thy affailant is quick, fkilful, and deadly.

Vio. You mistake, Sir; I am fure no man hath any quarrel to me; my remembrance is very free and clear from any image of offence done to any man.

Sir To. You'll find it otherwise, I affure you; there. fore, if you hold your life at any price, betake you to your guard; for your oppofite hath in him, what youth, ftrength, fkill, and wrath can furnish man withal.

Vio. I pray you, Sir, what is he?

Sir To. He is Knight, dubb'd with unhack'd rapier, and on carpet confideration; but he is a devil in private brawl; fouls and bodies hath he divorc'd three; and his incenfement at this moment is fo implacable, that fatisfaction can be none but by pangs of death and fepulchre hob, nob, is his word; give 't, or take't.

Vio. I will return again into the house, and desire fome conduct of the Lady. I am no fighter. I have heard of some kind of men, that put quarrels purposely on others to tafte their valour: belike this is a man of that quirk.

Sir To. Sir, no; his indignation derives itself out of a very competent injury; therefore get you on, and give him his defire. Back you fhall not to the house,