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+*** START OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK 2247 ***
+
+
+Executive Director's Notes:
+
+In addition to the notes below, and so you will *NOT* think all
+the spelling errors introduced by the printers of the time have
+been corrected, here are the first few lines of Hamlet, as they
+are presented herein:
+
+  Barnardo. Who's there?
+  Fran. Nay answer me: Stand & vnfold
+your selfe
+
+   Bar. Long liue the King
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+As I understand it, the printers often ran out of certain words
+or letters they had often packed into a "cliche". . .this is the
+original meaning of the term cliche. . .and thus, being unwilling
+to unpack the cliches, and thus you will see some substitutions
+that look very odd. . .such as the exchanges of u for v, v for u,
+above. . .and you may wonder why they did it this way, presuming
+Shakespeare did not actually write the play in this manner. . . .
+
+The answer is that they MAY have packed "liue" into a cliche at a
+time when they were out of "v"'s. . .possibly having used "vv" in
+place of some "w"'s, etc.  This was a common practice of the day,
+as print was still quite expensive, and they didn't want to spend
+more on a wider selection of characters than they had to.
+
+You will find a lot of these kinds of "errors" in this text, as I
+have mentioned in other times and places, many "scholars" have an
+extreme attachment to these errors, and many have accorded them a
+very high place in the "canon" of Shakespeare.  My father read an
+assortment of these made available to him by Cambridge University
+in England for several months in a glass room constructed for the
+purpose.  To the best of my knowledge he read ALL those available
+. . .in great detail. . .and determined from the various changes,
+that Shakespeare most likely did not write in nearly as many of a
+variety of errors we credit him for, even though he was in/famous
+for signing his name with several different spellings.
+
+So, please take this into account when reading the comments below
+made by our volunteer who prepared this file:  you may see errors
+that are "not" errors. . . .
+
+So. . .with this caveat. . .we have NOT changed the canon errors,
+here is the Project Gutenberg Etext of Shakespeare's play.
+
+Michael S. Hart
+Project Gutenberg
+Executive Director
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Scanner's Notes:
+
+What this is and isn't. This was taken from a copy of
+Shakespeare's first folio and it is as close as I can come in
+ASCII to the printed text.
+
+The elongated S's have been changed to small s's and the
+conjoined ae have been changed to ae. I have left the spelling,
+punctuation, capitalization as close as possible to the printed
+text. I have corrected some spelling mistakes (I have put
+together a spelling dictionary devised from the spellings of
+the Geneva Bible and Shakespeare's First Folio and have unified
+spellings according to this template), typo's and expanded
+abbreviations as I have come across them. Everything within
+brackets [] is what I have added. So if you don't like that you
+can delete everything within the brackets if you want a purer
+Shakespeare.
+
+Another thing that you should be aware of is that there are
+textual differences between various copies of the first folio. So
+there may be differences (other than what I have mentioned above)
+between this and other first folio editions. This is due to the
+printer's habit of setting the type and running off a number of
+copies and then proofing the printed copy and correcting the type
+and then continuing the printing run. The proof run wasn't thrown
+away but incorporated into the printed copies. This is just the
+way it is. The text I have used was a composite of more than 30
+different First Folio editions' best pages.
+
+David Reed
+
+=====================================================================
+
+
+
+
+Twelfe Night, Or what you will
+
+
+Actus Primus, Scaena Prima.
+
+Enter Orsino Duke of Illyria, Curio, and other Lords.
+
+  Duke. If Musicke be the food of Loue, play on,
+Giue me excesse of it: that surfetting,
+The appetite may sicken, and so dye.
+That straine agen, it had a dying fall:
+O, it came ore my eare, like the sweet sound
+That breathes vpon a banke of Violets;
+Stealing, and giuing Odour. Enough, no more,
+'Tis not so sweet now, as it was before.
+O spirit of Loue, how quicke and fresh art thou,
+That notwithstanding thy capacitie,
+Receiueth as the Sea. Nought enters there,
+Of what validity, and pitch so ere,
+But falles into abatement, and low price
+Euen in a minute; so full of shapes is fancie,
+That it alone, is high fantasticall
+
+   Cu. Will you go hunt my Lord?
+  Du. What Curio?
+  Cu. The Hart
+
+   Du. Why so I do, the Noblest that I haue:
+O when mine eyes did see Oliuia first,
+Me thought she purg'd the ayre of pestilence;
+That instant was I turn'd into a Hart,
+And my desires like fell and cruell hounds,
+Ere since pursue me. How now what newes from her?
+Enter Valentine.
+
+  Val. So please my Lord, I might not be admitted,
+But from her handmaid do returne this answer:
+The Element it selfe, till seuen yeares heate,
+Shall not behold her face at ample view:
+But like a Cloystresse she will vailed walke,
+And water once a day her Chamber round
+With eye-offending brine: all this to season
+A brothers dead loue, which she would keepe fresh
+And lasting, in her sad remembrance
+
+   Du. O she that hath a heart of that fine frame
+To pay this debt of loue but to a brother,
+How will she loue, when the rich golden shaft
+Hath kill'd the flocke of all affections else
+That liue in her. When Liuer, Braine, and Heart,
+These soueraigne thrones, are all supply'd and fill'd
+Her sweete perfections with one selfe king:
+Away before me, to sweet beds of Flowres,
+Loue-thoughts lye rich, when canopy'd with bowres.
+
+Exeunt.
+
+Scena Secunda.
+
+Enter Viola, a Captaine, and Saylors.
+
+  Vio. What Country (Friends) is this?
+  Cap. This is Illyria Ladie
+
+   Vio. And what should I do in Illyria?
+My brother he is in Elizium,
+Perchance he is not drown'd: What thinke you saylors?
+  Cap. It is perchance that you your selfe were saued
+
+   Vio. O my poore brother, and so perchance may he be
+
+   Cap. True Madam, and to comfort you with chance,
+Assure your selfe, after our ship did split,
+When you, and those poore number saued with you,
+Hung on our driuing boate: I saw your brother
+Most prouident in perill, binde himselfe,
+(Courage and hope both teaching him the practise)
+To a strong Maste, that liu'd vpon the sea:
+Where like Orion on the Dolphines backe,
+I saw him hold acquaintance with the waues,
+So long as I could see
+
+   Vio. For saying so, there's Gold:
+Mine owne escape vnfoldeth to my hope,
+Whereto thy speech serues for authoritie
+The like of him. Know'st thou this Countrey?
+  Cap. I Madam well, for I was bred and borne
+Not three houres trauaile from this very place
+
+   Vio. Who gouernes heere?
+  Cap. A noble Duke in nature, as in name
+
+   Vio. What is his name?
+  Cap. Orsino
+
+   Vio. Orsino: I haue heard my father name him.
+He was a Batchellor then
+
+   Cap. And so is now, or was so very late:
+For but a month ago I went from hence,
+And then 'twas fresh in murmure (as you know
+What great ones do, the lesse will prattle of,)
+That he did seeke the loue of faire Oliuia
+
+   Vio. What's shee?
+  Cap. A vertuous maid, the daughter of a Count
+That dide some tweluemonth since, then leauing her
+In the protection of his sonne, her brother,
+Who shortly also dide: for whose deere loue
+(They say) she hath abiur'd the sight
+And company of men
+
+   Vio. O that I seru'd that Lady,
+And might not be deliuered to the world
+Till I had made mine owne occasion mellow
+What my estate is
+
+   Cap. That were hard to compasse,
+Because she will admit no kinde of suite,
+No, not the Dukes
+
+   Vio. There is a faire behauiour in thee Captaine,
+And though that nature, with a beauteous wall
+Doth oft close in pollution: yet of thee
+I will beleeue thou hast a minde that suites
+With this thy faire and outward charracter.
+I prethee (and Ile pay thee bounteously)
+Conceale me what I am, and be my ayde,
+For such disguise as haply shall become
+The forme of my intent. Ile serue this Duke,
+Thou shalt present me as an Eunuch to him,
+It may be worth thy paines: for I can sing,
+And speake to him in many sorts of Musicke,
+That will allow me very worth his seruice.
+What else may hap, to time I will commit,
+Onely shape thou thy silence to my wit
+
+   Cap. Be you his Eunuch, and your Mute Ile bee,
+When my tongue blabs, then let mine eyes not see
+
+   Vio. I thanke thee: Lead me on.
+
+Exeunt.
+
+Scaena Tertia.
+
+Enter Sir Toby, and Maria.
+
+  Sir To. What a plague meanes my Neece to take the
+death of her brother thus? I am sure care's an enemie to
+life
+
+   Mar. By my troth sir Toby, you must come in earlyer
+a nights: your Cosin, my Lady, takes great exceptions
+to your ill houres
+
+   To. Why let her except, before excepted
+
+   Ma. I, but you must confine your selfe within the
+modest limits of order
+
+   To. Confine? Ile confine my selfe no finer then I am:
+these cloathes are good enough to drinke in, and so bee
+these boots too: and they be not, let them hang themselues
+in their owne straps
+
+   Ma. That quaffing and drinking will vndoe you: I
+heard my Lady talke of it yesterday: and of a foolish
+knight that you brought in one night here, to be hir woer
+  To. Who, Sir Andrew Ague-cheeke?
+  Ma. I he
+
+   To. He's as tall a man as any's in Illyria
+
+   Ma. What's that to th' purpose?
+  To. Why he ha's three thousand ducates a yeare
+
+   Ma. I, but hee'l haue but a yeare in all these ducates:
+He's a very foole, and a prodigall
+
+   To. Fie, that you'l say so: he playes o'th Viol-de-gamboys,
+and speaks three or four languages word for word
+without booke, & hath all the good gifts of nature
+
+   Ma. He hath indeed, almost naturall: for besides that
+he's a foole, he's a great quarreller: and but that hee hath
+the gift of a Coward, to allay the gust he hath in quarrelling,
+'tis thought among the prudent, he would quickely
+haue the gift of a graue
+
+   Tob. By this hand they are scoundrels and substractors
+that say so of him. Who are they?
+  Ma. They that adde moreour, hee's drunke nightly
+in your company
+
+   To. With drinking healths to my Neece: Ile drinke
+to her as long as there is a passage in my throat, & drinke
+in Illyria: he's a Coward and a Coystrill that will not
+drinke to my Neece, till his braines turne o'th toe, like a
+parish top. What wench? Castiliano vulgo: for here coms
+Sir Andrew Agueface.
+Enter Sir Andrew.
+
+  And. Sir Toby Belch. How now sir Toby Belch?
+  To. Sweet sir Andrew
+
+   And. Blesse you faire Shrew
+
+   Mar. And you too sir
+
+   Tob. Accost Sir Andrew, accost
+
+   And. What's that?
+  To. My Neeces Chamber-maid
+
+   Ma. Good Mistris accost, I desire better acquaintance
+  Ma. My name is Mary sir
+
+   And. Good mistris Mary, accost
+
+   To, You mistake knight: Accost, is front her, boord
+her, woe her, assayle her
+
+   And. By my troth I would not vndertake her in this
+company. Is that the meaning of Accost?
+  Ma. Far you well Gentlemen
+
+   To. And thou let part so Sir Andrew, would thou
+mightst neuer draw sword agen
+
+   And. And you part so mistris, I would I might neuer
+draw sword agen: Faire Lady, doe you thinke you haue
+fooles in hand?
+  Ma. Sir, I haue not you by'th hand
+
+   An. Marry but you shall haue, and heeres my hand
+
+   Ma. Now sir, thought is free: I pray you bring your
+hand to'th Buttry barre, and let it drinke
+
+   An. Wherefore (sweet-heart?) What's your Metaphor?
+  Ma. It's dry sir
+
+   And. Why I thinke so: I am not such an asse, but I
+can keepe my hand dry. But what's your iest?
+  Ma. A dry iest Sir
+
+   And. Are you full of them?
+  Ma. I Sir, I haue them at my fingers ends: marry now
+I let go your hand, I am barren.
+
+Exit Maria
+
+  To. O knight, thou lack'st a cup of Canarie: when did
+I see thee so put downe?
+  An. Neuer in your life I thinke, vnlesse you see Canarie
+put me downe: mee thinkes sometimes I haue no
+more wit then a Christian, or an ordinary man ha's: but I
+am a great eater of beefe, and I beleeue that does harme
+to my wit
+
+   To. No question
+
+   An. And I thought that, I'de forsweare it. Ile ride
+home to morrow sir Toby
+
+   To. Pur-quoy my deere knight?
+  An. What is purquoy? Do, or not do? I would I had
+bestowed that time in the tongues, that I haue in fencing
+dancing, and beare-bayting: O had I but followed the
+Arts
+
+   To. Then hadst thou had an excellent head of haire
+
+   An. Why, would that haue mended my haire?
+  To. Past question, for thou seest it will not coole my nature
+  An. But it becoms me wel enough, dost not?
+  To. Excellent, it hangs like flax on a distaffe: & I hope
+to see a huswife take thee between her legs, & spin it off
+
+   An. Faith Ile home to morrow sir Toby, your niece wil
+not be seene, or if she be it's four to one, she'l none of me:
+the Count himselfe here hard by, wooes her
+
+   To. Shee'l none o'th Count, she'l not match aboue hir
+degree, neither in estate, yeares, nor wit: I haue heard her
+swear't. Tut there's life in't man
+
+   And. Ile stay a moneth longer. I am a fellow o'th
+strangest minde i'th world: I delight in Maskes and Reuels
+sometimes altogether
+
+   To. Art thou good at these kicke-chawses Knight?
+  And. As any man in Illyria, whatsoeuer he be, vnder
+the degree of my betters, & yet I will not compare with
+an old man
+
+   To. What is thy excellence in a galliard, knight?
+  And. Faith, I can cut a caper
+
+   To. And I can cut the Mutton too't
+
+   And. And I thinke I haue the backe-tricke, simply as
+strong as any man in Illyria
+
+   To. Wherefore are these things hid? Wherefore haue
+these gifts a Curtaine before 'em? Are they like to take
+dust, like mistris Mals picture? Why dost thou not goe
+to Church in a Galliard, and come home in a Carranto?
+My verie walke should be a Iigge: I would not so much
+as make water but in a Sinke-a-pace: What dooest thou
+meane? Is it a world to hide vertues in? I did thinke by
+the excellent constitution of thy legge, it was form'd vnder
+the starre of a Galliard
+
+   And. I, 'tis strong, and it does indifferent well in a
+dam'd colour'd stocke. Shall we sit about some Reuels?
+  To. What shall we do else: were we not borne vnder
+Taurus?
+  And. Taurus? That sides and heart
+
+   To. No sir, it is leggs and thighes: let me see thee caper.
+Ha, higher: ha, ha, excellent.
+
+Exeunt.
+
+Scena Quarta.
+
+Enter Valentine, and Viola in mans attire.
+
+  Val. If the Duke continue these fauours towards you
+Cesario, you are like to be much aduanc'd, he hath known
+you but three dayes, and already you are no stranger
+
+   Vio. You either feare his humour, or my negligence,
+that you call in question the continuance of his loue. Is
+he inconstant sir, in his fauours
+
+   Val. No beleeue me.
+Enter Duke, Curio, and Attendants.
+
+  Vio. I thanke you: heere comes the Count
+
+   Duke. Who saw Cesario hoa?
+  Vio. On your attendance my Lord heere
+
+   Du. Stand you a-while aloofe. Cesario,
+Thou knowst no lesse, but all: I haue vnclasp'd
+To thee the booke euen of my secret soule.
+Therefore good youth, addresse thy gate vnto her,
+Be not deni'de accesse, stand at her doores,
+And tell them, there thy fixed foot shall grow
+Till thou haue audience
+
+   Vio. Sure my Noble Lord,
+If she be so abandon'd to her sorrow
+As it is spoke, she neuer will admit me
+
+   Du. Be clamorous, and leape all ciuill bounds,
+Rather then make vnprofited returne,
+  Vio. Say I do speake with her (my Lord) what then?
+  Du. O then, vnfold the passion of my loue,
+Surprize her with discourse of my deere faith;
+It shall become thee well to act my woes:
+She will attend it better in thy youth,
+Then in a Nuntio's of more graue aspect
+
+   Vio. I thinke not so, my Lord
+
+   Du. Deere Lad, beleeue it;
+For they shall yet belye thy happy yeeres,
+That say thou art a man: Dianas lip
+Is not more smooth, and rubious: thy small pipe
+Is as the maidens organ, shrill, and sound,
+And all is semblatiue a womans part.
+I know thy constellation is right apt
+For this affayre: some foure or fiue attend him,
+All if you will: for I my selfe am best
+When least in companie: prosper well in this,
+And thou shalt liue as freely as thy Lord,
+To call his fortunes thine
+
+   Vio. Ile do my best
+To woe your Lady: yet a barrefull strife,
+Who ere I woe, my selfe would be his wife.
+
+Exeunt.
+
+
+Scena Quinta.
+
+
+Enter Maria, and Clowne.
+
+  Ma. Nay, either tell me where thou hast bin, or I will
+not open my lippes so wide as a brissle may enter, in way
+of thy excuse: my Lady will hang thee for thy absence
+
+   Clo. Let her hang me: hee that is well hang'de in this
+world, needs to feare no colours
+
+   Ma. Make that good
+
+   Clo. He shall see none to feare
+
+   Ma. A good lenton answer: I can tell thee where y
+saying was borne, of I feare no colours
+
+   Clo. Where good mistris Mary?
+  Ma. In the warrs, & that may you be bolde to say in
+your foolerie
+
+   Clo. Well, God giue them wisedome that haue it: &
+those that are fooles, let them vse their talents
+
+   Ma. Yet you will be hang'd for being so long absent,
+or to be turn'd away: is not that as good as a hanging to
+you?
+  Clo. Many a good hanging, preuents a bad marriage:
+and for turning away, let summer beare it out
+
+   Ma. You are resolute then?
+  Clo. Not so neyther, but I am resolu'd on two points
+  Ma. That if one breake, the other will hold: or if both
+breake, your gaskins fall
+
+   Clo. Apt in good faith, very apt: well go thy way, if
+sir Toby would leaue drinking, thou wert as witty a piece
+of Eues flesh, as any in Illyria
+
+   Ma. Peace you rogue, no more o'that: here comes my
+Lady: make your excuse wisely, you were best.
+Enter Lady Oliuia, with Maluolio.
+
+  Clo. Wit, and't be thy will, put me into good fooling:
+those wits that thinke they haue thee, doe very oft proue
+fooles: and I that am sure I lacke thee, may passe for a
+wise man. For what saies Quinapalus, Better a witty foole,
+then a foolish wit. God blesse thee Lady
+
+   Ol. Take the foole away
+
+   Clo. Do you not heare fellowes, take away the Ladie
+
+   Ol. Go too, y'are a dry foole: Ile no more of you: besides
+you grow dis-honest
+
+   Clo. Two faults Madona, that drinke & good counsell
+wil amend: for giue the dry foole drink, then is the foole
+not dry: bid the dishonest man mend himself, if he mend,
+he is no longer dishonest; if hee cannot, let the Botcher
+mend him: any thing that's mended, is but patch'd: vertu
+that transgresses, is but patcht with sinne, and sin that amends,
+is but patcht with vertue. If that this simple
+Sillogisme will serue, so: if it will not, what remedy?
+As there is no true Cuckold but calamity, so beauties a
+flower; The Lady bad take away the foole, therefore I
+say againe, take her away
+
+   Ol. Sir, I bad them take away you
+
+   Clo. Misprision in the highest degree. Lady, Cucullus
+non facit monachum: that's as much to say, as I weare not
+motley in my braine: good Madona, giue mee leaue to
+proue you a foole
+
+   Ol. Can you do it?
+  Clo. Dexteriously, good Madona
+
+   Ol. Make your proofe
+
+   Clo. I must catechize you for it Madona, Good my
+Mouse of vertue answer mee
+
+   Ol. Well sir, for want of other idlenesse, Ile bide your
+proofe
+
+   Clo. Good Madona, why mournst thou?
+  Ol. Good foole, for my brothers death
+
+   Clo. I thinke his soule is in hell, Madona
+
+   Ol. I know his soule is in heauen, foole
+
+   Clo. The more foole (Madona) to mourne for your
+Brothers soule, being in heauen. Take away the Foole,
+Gentlemen
+
+   Ol. What thinke you of this foole Maluolio, doth he
+not mend?
+  Mal. Yes, and shall do, till the pangs of death shake
+him: Infirmity that decaies the wise, doth euer make the
+better foole
+
+   Clow. God send you sir, a speedie Infirmity, for the
+better increasing your folly: Sir Toby will be sworn that
+I am no Fox, but he wil not passe his word for two pence
+that you are no Foole
+
+   Ol. How say you to that Maluolio?
+  Mal. I maruell your Ladyship takes delight in such
+a barren rascall: I saw him put down the other day, with
+an ordinary foole, that has no more braine then a stone.
+Looke you now, he's out of his gard already: vnles you
+laugh and minister occasion to him, he is gag'd. I protest
+I take these Wisemen, that crow so at these set kinde of
+fooles, no better then the fooles Zanies
+
+   Ol. O you are sicke of selfe-loue Maluolio, and taste
+with a distemper'd appetite. To be generous, guiltlesse,
+and of free disposition, is to take those things for Bird-bolts,
+that you deeme Cannon bullets: There is no slander
+in an allow'd foole, though he do nothing but rayle;
+nor no rayling, in a knowne discreet man, though hee do
+nothing but reproue
+
+   Clo. Now Mercury indue thee with leasing, for thou
+speak'st well of fooles.
+Enter Maria.
+
+  Mar. Madam, there is at the gate, a young Gentleman,
+much desires to speake with you
+
+   Ol. From the Count Orsino, is it?
+  Ma I know not (Madam) 'tis a faire young man, and
+well attended
+
+   Ol. Who of my people hold him in delay?
+  Ma. Sir Toby Madam, your kinsman
+
+   Ol. Fetch him off I pray you, he speakes nothing but
+madman: Fie on him. Go you Maluolio; If it be a suit
+from the Count, I am sicke, or not at home. What you
+will, to dismisse it.
+
+Exit Maluo.
+
+Now you see sir, how your fooling growes old, & people
+dislike it
+
+   Clo. Thou hast spoke for vs (Madona) as if thy eldest
+sonne should be a foole: whose scull, Ioue cramme with
+braines, for heere he comes.
+Enter Sir Toby.
+
+One of thy kin has a most weake Pia-mater
+
+   Ol. By mine honor halfe drunke. What is he at the
+gate Cosin?
+  To. A Gentleman
+
+   Ol. A Gentleman? What Gentleman?
+  To. 'Tis a Gentleman heere. A plague o'these pickle
+herring: How now Sot
+
+   Clo. Good Sir Toby
+
+   Ol. Cosin, Cosin, how haue you come so earely by
+this Lethargie?
+  To. Letcherie, I defie Letchery: there's one at the
+gate
+
+   Ol. I marry, what is he?
+  To. Let him be the diuell and he will, I care not: giue
+me faith say I. Well, it's all one.
+
+Exit
+
+  Ol. What's a drunken man like, foole?
+  Clo. Like a drown'd man, a foole, and a madde man:
+One draught aboue heate, makes him a foole, the second
+maddes him, and a third drownes him
+
+   Ol. Go thou and seeke the Crowner, and let him sitte
+o'my Coz: for he's in the third degree of drinke: hee's
+drown'd: go looke after him
+
+   Clo. He is but mad yet Madona, and the foole shall
+looke to the madman.
+Enter Maluolio.
+
+  Mal. Madam, yond young fellow sweares hee will
+speake with you. I told him you were sicke, he takes on
+him to vnderstand so much, and therefore comes to speak
+with you. I told him you were asleepe, he seems to haue
+a fore knowledge of that too, and therefore comes to
+speake with you. What is to be said to him Ladie, hee's
+fortified against any deniall
+
+   Ol. Tell him, he shall not speake with me
+
+   Mal. Ha's beene told so: and hee sayes hee'l stand at
+your doore like a Sheriffes post, and be the supporter to
+a bench, but hee'l speake with you
+
+   Ol. What kinde o'man is he?
+  Mal. Why of mankinde
+
+   Ol. What manner of man?
+  Mal. Of verie ill manner: hee'l speake with you, will
+you, or no
+
+   Ol. Of what personage, and yeeres is he?
+  Mal. Not yet old enough for a man, nor yong enough
+for a boy: as a squash is before tis a pescod, or a Codling
+when tis almost an Apple: Tis with him in standing water,
+betweene boy and man. He is verie well-fauour'd,
+and he speakes verie shrewishly: One would thinke his
+mothers milke were scarse out of him
+
+   Ol. Let him approach: Call in my Gentlewoman
+
+   Mal. Gentlewoman, my Lady calles.
+Enter.
+
+Enter Maria.
+
+  Ol. Giue me my vaile: come throw it ore my face,
+Wee'l once more heare Orsinos Embassie.
+Enter Violenta.
+
+  Vio. The honorable Ladie of the house, which is she?
+  Ol. Speake to me, I shall answer for her: your will
+
+   Vio. Most radiant, exquisite, and vnmatchable beautie.
+I pray you tell me if this bee the Lady of the house,
+for I neuer saw her. I would bee loath to cast away my
+speech: for besides that it is excellently well pend, I haue
+taken great paines to con it. Good Beauties, let mee sustaine
+no scorne; I am very comptible, euen to the least
+sinister vsage
+
+   Ol. Whence came you sir?
+  Vio. I can say little more then I haue studied, & that
+question's out of my part. Good gentle one, giue mee
+modest assurance, if you be the Ladie of the house, that | I
+may proceede in my speech
+
+   Ol. Are you a Comedian?
+  Vio. No my profound heart: and yet (by the verie
+phangs of malice, I sweare) I am not that I play. Are you
+the Ladie of the house?
+  Ol. If I do not vsurpe my selfe, I am
+
+   Vio. Most certaine, if you are she, you do vsurp your
+selfe: for what is yours to bestowe, is, not yours to reserue.
+But this is from my Commission: I will on with
+my speech in your praise, and then shew you the heart of
+my message
+
+   Ol. Come to what is important in't: I forgiue you
+the praise
+
+   Vio. Alas, I tooke great paines to studie it, and 'tis
+Poeticall
+
+   Ol. It is the more like to be feigned, I pray you keep
+it in. I heard you were sawcy at my gates, & allowd your
+approach rather to wonder at you, then to heare you. If
+you be not mad, be gone: if you haue reason, be breefe:
+'tis not that time of Moone with me, to make one in so
+skipping a dialogue
+
+   Ma. Will you hoyst sayle sir, here lies your way
+
+   Vio. No good swabber, I am to hull here a little longer.
+Some mollification for your Giant, sweete Ladie;
+tell me your minde, I am a messenger
+
+   Ol. Sure you haue some hiddeous matter to deliuer,
+when the curtesie of it is so fearefull. Speake your office
+
+   Vio. It alone concernes your eare: I bring no ouerture
+of warre, no taxation of homage; I hold the Olyffe
+in my hand: my words are as full of peace, as matter
+
+   Ol. Yet you began rudely. What are you?
+What would you?
+  Vio. The rudenesse that hath appear'd in mee, haue I
+learn'd from my entertainment. What I am, and what I
+would, are as secret as maiden-head: to your eares, Diuinity;
+to any others, prophanation
+
+   Ol. Giue vs the place alone,
+We will heare this diuinitie. Now sir, what is your text?
+  Vio. Most sweet Ladie
+
+   Ol. A comfortable doctrine, and much may bee saide
+of it. Where lies your Text?
+  Vio. In Orsinoes bosome
+
+   Ol. In his bosome? In what chapter of his bosome?
+  Vio. To answer by the method, in the first of his hart
+
+   Ol. O, I haue read it: it is heresie. Haue you no more
+to say?
+  Vio. Good Madam, let me see your face
+
+   Ol. Haue you any Commission from your Lord, to
+negotiate with my face: you are now out of your Text:
+but we will draw the Curtain, and shew you the picture.
+Looke you sir, such a one I was this present: Ist not well
+done?
+  Vio. Excellently done, if God did all
+
+   Ol. 'Tis in graine sir, 'twill endure winde and weather
+
+   Vio. Tis beauty truly blent, whose red and white,
+Natures owne sweet, and cunning hand laid on:
+Lady, you are the cruell'st shee aliue,
+If you will leade these graces to the graue,
+And leaue the world no copie
+
+   Ol. O sir, I will not be so hard-hearted: I will giue
+out diuers scedules of my beautie. It shalbe Inuentoried
+and euery particle and vtensile labell'd to my will: As,
+Item two lippes indifferent redde, Item two grey eyes,
+with lids to them: Item, one necke, one chin, & so forth.
+Were you sent hither to praise me?
+  Vio. I see you what you are, you are too proud:
+But if you were the diuell, you are faire:
+My Lord, and master loues you: O such loue
+Could be but recompenc'd, though you were crown'd
+The non-pareil of beautie
+
+   Ol. How does he loue me?
+  Vio. With adorations, fertill teares,
+With groanes that thunder loue, with sighes of fire
+
+   Ol. Your Lord does know my mind, I cannot loue him
+Yet I suppose him vertuous, know him noble,
+Of great estate, of fresh and stainlesse youth;
+In voyces well divulg'd, free, learn'd, and valiant,
+And in dimension, and the shape of nature,
+A gracious person; But yet I cannot loue him:
+He might haue tooke his answer long ago
+
+   Vio. If I did loue you in my masters flame,
+With such a suffring, such a deadly life:
+In your deniall, I would finde no sence,
+I would not vnderstand it
+
+   Ol. Why, what would you?
+  Vio. Make me a willow Cabine at your gate,
+And call vpon my soule within the house,
+Write loyall Cantons of contemned loue,
+And sing them lowd euen in the dead of night:
+Hallow your name to the reuerberate hilles,
+And make the babling Gossip of the aire,
+Cry out Oliuia: O you should not rest
+Betweene the elements of ayre, and earth,
+But you should pittie me
+
+   Ol. You might do much:
+What is your Parentage?
+  Vio. Aboue my fortunes, yet my state is well:
+I am a Gentleman
+
+   Ol. Get you to your Lord:
+I cannot loue him: let him send no more,
+Vnlesse (perchance) you come to me againe,
+To tell me how he takes it: Fare you well:
+I thanke you for your paines: spend this for mee
+
+   Vio. I am no feede poast, Lady; keepe your purse,
+My Master, not my selfe, lackes recompence.
+Loue make his heart of flint, that you shal loue,
+And let your feruour like my masters be,
+Plac'd in contempt: Farwell fayre crueltie.
+
+Exit
+
+  Ol. What is your Parentage?
+Aboue my fortunes, yet my state is well;
+I am a Gentleman. Ile be sworne thou art,
+Thy tongue, thy face, thy limbes, actions, and spirit,
+Do giue thee fiue-fold blazon: not too fast: soft, soft,
+Vnlesse the Master were the man. How now?
+Euen so quickly may one catch the plague?
+Me thinkes I feele this youths perfections
+With an inuisible, and subtle stealth
+To creepe in at mine eyes. Well, let it be.
+What hoa, Maluolio.
+Enter Maluolio.
+
+  Mal. Heere Madam, at your seruice
+
+   Ol. Run after that same peeuish Messenger
+The Countes man: he left this Ring behinde him
+Would I, or not: tell him, Ile none of it.
+Desire him not to flatter with his Lord,
+Nor hold him vp with hopes, I am not for him:
+If that the youth will come this way to morrow,
+Ile giue him reasons for't: hie thee Maluolio
+
+   Mal. Madam, I will.
+Enter.
+
+  Ol. I do I know not what, and feare to finde
+Mine eye too great a flatterer for my minde:
+Fate, shew thy force, our selues we do not owe,
+What is decreed, must be: and be this so.
+
+Finis, Actus primus.
+
+
+Actus Secundus, Scaena prima.
+
+Enter Antonio & Sebastian.
+
+  Ant. Will you stay no longer: nor will you not that
+I go with you
+
+   Seb. By your patience, no: my starres shine darkely
+ouer me; the malignancie of my fate, might perhaps distemper
+yours; therefore I shall craue of you your leaue,
+that I may beare my euils alone. It were a bad recompence
+for your loue, to lay any of them on you
+
+   An. Let me yet know of you, whither you are bound
+
+   Seb. No sooth sir: my determinate voyage is meere
+extrauagancie. But I perceiue in you so excellent a touch
+of modestie, that you will not extort from me, what I am
+willing to keepe in: therefore it charges me in manners,
+the rather to expresse my selfe: you must know of mee
+then Antonio, my name is Sebastian (which I call'd Rodorigo)
+my father was that Sebastian of Messaline, whom I
+know you haue heard of. He left behinde him, my selfe,
+and a sister, both borne in an houre: if the Heauens had
+beene pleas'd, would we had so ended. But you sir, alter'd
+that, for some houre before you tooke me from the
+breach of the sea, was my sister drown'd
+
+   Ant. Alas the day
+
+   Seb. A Lady sir, though it was said shee much resembled
+me, was yet of many accounted beautiful: but thogh
+I could not with such estimable wonder ouer-farre beleeue
+that, yet thus farre I will boldly publish her, shee
+bore a minde that enuy could not but call faire: Shee is
+drown'd already sir with salt water, though I seeme to
+drowne her remembrance againe with more
+
+   Ant. Pardon me sir, your bad entertainment
+
+   Seb. O good Antonio, forgiue me your trouble
+
+   Ant. If you will not murther me for my loue, let mee
+be your seruant
+
+   Seb. If you will not vndo what you haue done, that is
+kill him, whom you haue recouer'd, desire it not. Fare
+ye well at once, my bosome is full of kindnesse, and I
+am yet so neere the manners of my mother, that vpon the
+least occasion more, mine eyes will tell tales of me: I am
+bound to the Count Orsino's Court, farewell.
+
+Exit
+
+  Ant. The gentlenesse of all the gods go with thee:
+I haue many enemies in Orsino's Court,
+Else would I very shortly see thee there:
+But come what may, I do adore thee so,
+That danger shall seeme sport, and I will go.
+Enter.
+
+
+Scaena Secunda.
+
+Enter Viola and Maluolio, at seuerall doores.
+
+  Mal. Were not you eu'n now, with the Countesse Oliuia?
+  Vio. Euen now sir, on a moderate pace, I haue since ariu'd
+but hither
+
+   Mal. She returnes this Ring to you (sir) you might
+haue saued mee my paines, to haue taken it away your
+selfe. She adds moreouer, that you should put your Lord
+into a desperate assurance, she will none of him. And one
+thing more, that you be neuer so hardie to come againe
+in his affaires, vnlesse it bee to report your Lords taking
+of this: receiue it so
+
+   Vio. She tooke the Ring of me, Ile none of it
+
+   Mal. Come sir, you peeuishly threw it to her: and
+her will is, it should be so return'd: If it bee worth stooping
+for, there it lies, in your eye: if not, bee it his that
+findes it.
+Enter.
+
+  Vio. I left no Ring with her: what meanes this Lady?
+Fortune forbid my out-side haue not charm'd her:
+She made good view of me, indeed so much,
+That me thought her eyes had lost her tongue,
+For she did speake in starts distractedly.
+She loues me sure, the cunning of her passion
+Inuites me in this churlish messenger:
+None of my Lords Ring? Why he sent her none;
+I am the man, if it be so, as tis,
+Poore Lady, she were better loue a dreame:
+Disguise, I see thou art a wickednesse,
+Wherein the pregnant enemie does much.
+How easie is it, for the proper false
+In womens waxen hearts to set their formes:
+Alas, O frailtie is the cause, not wee,
+For such as we are made, if such we bee:
+How will this fadge? My master loues her deerely,
+And I (poore monster) fond asmuch on him:
+And she (mistaken) seemes to dote on me:
+What will become of this? As I am man,
+My state is desperate for my maisters loue:
+As I am woman (now alas the day)
+What thriftlesse sighes shall poore Oliuia breath?
+O time, thou must vntangle this, not I,
+It is too hard a knot for me t' vnty.
+
+Scoena Tertia.
+
+Enter Sir Toby, and Sir Andrew.
+
+  To. Approach Sir Andrew: not to bee a bedde after
+midnight, is to be vp betimes, and Deliculo surgere, thou
+know'st
+
+   And. Nay by my troth I know not: but I know, to
+be vp late, is to be vp late
+
+   To. A false conclusion: I hate it as an vnfill'd Canne.
+To be vp after midnight, and to go to bed then is early:
+so that to go to bed after midnight, is to goe to bed betimes.
+Does not our liues consist of the foure Elements?
+  And. Faith so they say, but I thinke it rather consists
+of eating and drinking
+
+   To. Th'art a scholler; let vs therefore eate and drinke
+Marian I say, a stoope of wine.
+Enter Clowne.
+
+  And. Heere comes the foole yfaith
+
+   Clo. How now my harts: Did you neuer see the Picture
+of we three?
+  To. Welcome asse, now let's haue a catch
+
+   And. By my troth the foole has an excellent breast. I
+had rather then forty shillings I had such a legge, and so
+sweet a breath to sing, as the foole has. Insooth thou wast
+in very gracious fooling last night, when thou spok'st of
+Pigrogromitus, of the Vapians passing the Equinoctial of
+Queubus: 'twas very good yfaith: I sent thee sixe pence
+for thy Lemon, hadst it?
+  Clo. I did impeticos thy gratillity: for Maluolios nose
+is no Whip-stocke. My Lady has a white hand, and the
+Mermidons are no bottle-ale houses
+
+   An. Excellent: Why this is the best fooling, when
+all is done. Now a song
+
+   To. Come on, there is sixe pence for you. Let's haue
+a song
+
+   An. There's a testrill of me too: if one knight giue a
+  Clo. Would you haue a loue-song, or a song of good
+life?
+  To. A loue song, a loue song
+
+   An. I, I. I care not for good life
+
+   Clowne sings .
+O Mistris mine where are you roming?
+O stay and heare, your true loues coming,
+That can sing both high and low.
+Trip no further prettie sweeting.
+Iourneys end in louers meeting,
+Euery wise mans sonne doth know
+
+   An. Excellent good, ifaith
+
+   To. Good, good
+
+   Clo. What is loue, tis not heereafter,
+Present mirth, hath present laughter:
+What's to come, is still vnsure.
+In delay there lies no plentie,
+Then come kisse me sweet and twentie:
+Youths a stuffe will not endure
+
+   An. A mellifluous voyce, as I am true knight
+
+   To. A contagious breath
+
+   An. Very sweet, and contagious ifaith
+
+   To. To heare by the nose, it is dulcet in contagion.
+But shall we make the Welkin dance indeed? Shall wee
+rowze the night-Owle in a Catch, that will drawe three
+soules out of one Weauer? Shall we do that?
+  And. And you loue me, let's doo't: I am dogge at a
+Catch
+
+   Clo. Byrlady sir, and some dogs will catch well
+
+   An. Most certaine: Let our Catch be, Thou Knaue
+
+   Clo. Hold thy peace, thou Knaue knight. I shall be constrain'd
+in't, to call thee knaue, Knight
+
+   An. 'Tis not the first time I haue constrained one to
+call me knaue. Begin foole: it begins, Hold thy peace
+
+   Clo. I shall neuer begin if I hold my peace
+
+   An. Good ifaith: Come begin.
+
+Catch sung
+
+Enter Maria.
+
+  Mar. What a catterwalling doe you keepe heere? If
+my Ladie haue not call'd vp her Steward Maluolio, and
+bid him turne you out of doores, neuer trust me
+
+   To. My Lady's a Catayan, we are politicians, Maluolios
+a Peg-a-ramsie, and Three merry men be wee. Am not I
+consanguinious? Am I not of her blood: tilly vally. Ladie,
+There dwelt a man in Babylon, Lady, Lady
+
+   Clo. Beshrew me, the knights in admirable fooling
+
+   An. I, he do's well enough if he be dispos'd, and so
+do I too: he does it with a better grace, but I do it more
+naturall
+
+   To. O the twelfe day of December
+
+   Mar. For the loue o' God peace.
+Enter Maluolio.
+
+  Mal. My masters are you mad? Or what are you?
+Haue you no wit, manners, nor honestie, but to gabble
+like Tinkers at this time of night? Do yee make an Alehouse
+of my Ladies house, that ye squeak out your Coziers
+Catches without any mitigation or remorse of voice?
+Is there no respect of place, persons, nor time in you?
+  To. We did keepe time sir in our Catches. Snecke vp
+
+   Mal. Sir Toby, I must be round with you. My Lady
+bad me tell you, that though she harbors you as her kinsman,
+she's nothing ally'd to your disorders. If you can
+separate your selfe and your misdemeanors, you are welcome
+to the house: if not, and it would please you to take
+leaue of her, she is very willing to bid you farewell
+
+   To. Farewell deere heart, since I must needs be gone
+
+   Mar. Nay good Sir Toby
+
+   Clo. His eyes do shew his dayes are almost done
+
+   Mal. Is't euen so?
+  To. But I will neuer dye
+
+   Clo. Sir Toby there you lye
+
+   Mal. This is much credit to you
+
+   To. Shall I bid him go
+
+   Clo. What and if you do?
+  To. Shall I bid him go, and spare not?
+  Clo. O no, no, no, no, you dare not
+
+   To. Out o' tune sir, ye lye: Art any more then a Steward?
+Dost thou thinke because thou art vertuous, there
+shall be no more Cakes and Ale?
+  Clo. Yes by S[aint]. Anne, and Ginger shall bee hotte y'th
+mouth too
+
+   To. Th'art i'th right. Goe sir, rub your Chaine with
+crums. A stope of Wine Maria
+
+   Mal. Mistris Mary, if you priz'd my Ladies fauour
+at any thing more then contempt, you would not giue
+meanes for this vnciuill rule; she shall know of it by this
+hand.
+
+Exit
+
+  Mar. Go shake your eares
+
+   An. 'Twere as good a deede as to drink when a mans
+a hungrie, to challenge him the field, and then to breake
+promise with him, and make a foole of him
+
+   To. Doo't knight, Ile write thee a Challenge: or Ile
+deliuer thy indignation to him by word of mouth
+
+   Mar. Sweet Sir Toby be patient for to night: Since
+the youth of the Counts was to day with my Lady, she is
+much out of quiet. For Monsieur Maluolio, let me alone
+with him: If I do not gull him into a nayword, and make
+him a common recreation, do not thinke I haue witte enough
+to lye straight in my bed: I know I can do it
+
+   To. Possesse vs, possesse vs, tell vs something of him
+
+   Mar. Marrie sir, sometimes he is a kinde of Puritane
+
+   An. O, if I thought that, Ide beate him like a dogge
+
+   To. What for being a Puritan, thy exquisite reason,
+deere knight
+
+   An. I haue no exquisite reason for't, but I haue reason
+good enough
+
+   Mar. The diu'll a Puritane that hee is, or any thing
+constantly but a time-pleaser, an affection'd Asse, that
+cons State without booke, and vtters it by great swarths.
+The best perswaded of himselfe: so cram'd (as he thinkes)
+with excellencies, that it is his grounds of faith, that all
+that looke on him, loue him: and on that vice in him, will
+my reuenge finde notable cause to worke
+
+   To. What wilt thou do?
+  Mar. I will drop in his way some obscure Epistles of
+loue, wherein by the colour of his beard, the shape of his
+legge, the manner of his gate, the expressure of his eye,
+forehead, and complection, he shall finde himselfe most
+feelingly personated. I can write very like my Ladie
+your Neece, on a forgotten matter wee can hardly make
+distinction of our hands
+
+   To. Excellent, I smell a deuice
+
+   An. I hau't in my nose too
+
+   To. He shall thinke by the Letters that thou wilt drop
+that they come from my Neece, and that shee's in loue
+with him
+
+   Mar. My purpose is indeed a horse of that colour
+
+   An. And your horse now would make him an Asse
+
+   Mar. Asse, I doubt not
+
+   An. O twill be admirable
+
+   Mar. Sport royall I warrant you: I know my Physicke
+will worke with him, I will plant you two, and let
+the Foole make a third, where he shall finde the Letter:
+obserue his construction of it: For this night to bed, and
+dreame on the euent: Farewell.
+
+Exit
+
+  To. Good night Penthisilea
+
+   An. Before me she's a good wench
+
+   To. She's a beagle true bred, and one that adores me:
+what o'that?
+  An. I was ador'd once too
+
+   To. Let's to bed knight: Thou hadst neede send for
+more money
+
+   An. If I cannot recouer your Neece, I am a foule way
+out
+
+   To. Send for money knight, if thou hast her not i'th
+end, call me Cut
+
+   An. If I do not, neuer trust me, take it how you will
+
+   To. Come, come, Ile go burne some Sacke, tis too late
+to go to bed now: Come knight, come knight.
+
+Exeunt.
+
+Scena Quarta.
+
+Enter Duke, Viola, Curio, and others
+
+   Du. Giue me some Musick; Now good morow frends.
+Now good Cesario, but that peece of song,
+That old and Anticke song we heard last night;
+Me thought it did releeue my passion much,
+More then light ayres, and recollected termes
+Of these most briske and giddy-paced times.
+Come, but one verse
+
+   Cur. He is not heere (so please your Lordshippe) that
+should sing it?
+  Du. Who was it?
+  Cur. Feste the Iester my Lord, a foole that the Ladie
+Oliuiaes Father tooke much delight in. He is about the
+house
+
+   Du. Seeke him out, and play the tune the while.
+
+Musicke playes.
+
+Come hither Boy, if euer thou shalt loue
+In the sweet pangs of it, remember me:
+For such as I am, all true Louers are,
+Vnstaid and skittish in all motions else,
+Saue in the constant image of the creature
+That is belou'd. How dost thou like this tune?
+  Vio. It giues a verie eccho to the seate
+Where loue is thron'd
+
+   Du. Thou dost speake masterly,
+My life vpon't, yong though thou art, thine eye
+Hath staid vpon some fauour that it loues:
+Hath it not boy?
+  Vio. A little, by your fauour
+
+   Du. What kinde of woman ist?
+  Vio. Of your complection
+
+   Du. She is not worth thee then. What yeares ifaith?
+  Vio. About your yeeres my Lord
+
+   Du. Too old by heauen: Let still the woman take
+An elder then her selfe, so weares she to him;
+So swayes she leuell in her husbands heart:
+For boy, howeuer we do praise our selues,
+Our fancies are more giddie and vnfirme,
+More longing, wauering, sooner lost and worne,
+Then womens are
+
+   Vio. I thinke it well my Lord
+
+   Du. Then let thy Loue be yonger then thy selfe,
+Or thy affection cannot hold the bent:
+For women are as Roses, whose faire flowre
+Being once displaid, doth fall that verie howre
+
+   Vio. And so they are: alas, that they are so:
+To die, euen when they to perfection grow.
+Enter Curio & Clowne.
+
+  Du. O fellow come, the song we had last night:
+Marke it Cesario, it is old and plaine;
+The Spinsters and the Knitters in the Sun,
+And the free maides that weaue their thred with bones,
+Do vse to chaunt it: it is silly sooth,
+And dallies with the innocence of loue,
+Like the old age
+
+   Clo. Are you ready Sir?
+  Duke. I prethee sing.
+
+Musicke.
+
+The Song.
+
+Come away, come away death,
+And in sad cypresse let me be laide.
+Fye away, fie away breath,
+I am slaine by a faire cruell maide:
+My shrowd of white, stuck all with Ew, O prepare it.
+My part of death no one so true did share it.
+Not a flower, not a flower sweete
+On my blacke coffin, let there be strewne:
+Not a friend, not a friend greet
+My poore corpes, where my bones shall be throwne:
+A thousand thousand sighes to saue, lay me o where
+Sad true louer neuer find my graue, to weepe there
+
+   Du. There's for thy paines
+
+   Clo. No paines sir, I take pleasure in singing sir
+
+   Du. Ile pay thy pleasure then
+
+   Clo. Truely sir, and pleasure will be paide one time, or
+another
+
+   Du. Giue me now leaue, to leaue thee
+
+   Clo. Now the melancholly God protect thee, and the
+Tailor make thy doublet of changeable Taffata, for thy
+minde is a very Opall. I would haue men of such constancie
+put to Sea, that their businesse might be euery thing,
+and their intent euerie where, for that's it, that alwayes
+makes a good voyage of nothing. Farewell.
+
+Exit
+
+  Du. Let all the rest giue place: Once more Cesario,
+Get thee to yond same soueraigne crueltie:
+Tell her my loue, more noble then the world
+Prizes not quantitie of dirtie lands,
+The parts that fortune hath bestow'd vpon her:
+Tell her I hold as giddily as Fortune:
+But 'tis that miracle, and Queene of Iems
+That nature prankes her in, attracts my soule
+
+   Vio. But if she cannot loue you sir
+
+   Du. It cannot be so answer'd
+
+   Vio. Sooth but you must.
+Say that some Lady, as perhappes there is,
+Hath for your loue as great a pang of heart
+As you haue for Oliuia: you cannot loue her:
+You tel her so: Must she not then be answer'd?
+  Du. There is no womans sides
+Can bide the beating of so strong a passion,
+As loue doth giue my heart: no womans heart
+So bigge, to hold so much, they lacke retention.
+Alas, their loue may be call'd appetite,
+No motion of the Liuer, but the Pallat,
+That suffer surfet, cloyment, and reuolt,
+But mine is all as hungry as the Sea,
+And can digest as much, make no compare
+Betweene that loue a woman can beare me,
+And that I owe Oliuia
+
+   Vio. I but I know
+
+   Du. What dost thou knowe?
+  Vio. Too well what loue women to men may owe:
+In faith they are as true of heart, as we.
+My Father had a daughter lou'd a man
+As it might be perhaps, were I a woman
+I should your Lordship
+
+   Du. And what's her history?
+  Vio. A blanke my Lord: she neuer told her loue,
+But let concealment like a worme i'th budde
+Feede on her damaske cheeke: she pin'd in thought,
+And with a greene and yellow melancholly,
+She sate like Patience on a Monument,
+Smiling at greefe. Was not this loue indeede?
+We men may say more, sweare more, but indeed
+Our shewes are more then will: for still we proue
+Much in our vowes, but little in our loue
+
+   Du. But di'de thy sister of her loue my Boy?
+  Vio. I am all the daughters of my Fathers house,
+And all the brothers too: and yet I know not.
+Sir, shall I to this Lady?
+  Du. I that's the Theame,
+To her in haste: giue her this Iewell: say,
+My loue can giue no place, bide no denay.
+
+Exeunt.
+
+Scena Quinta.
+
+Enter Sir Toby, Sir Andrew, and Fabian.
+
+  To. Come thy wayes Signior Fabian
+
+   Fab. Nay Ile come: if I loose a scruple of this sport,
+let me be boyl'd to death with Melancholly
+
+   To. Wouldst thou not be glad to haue the niggardly
+Rascally sheepe-biter, come by some notable shame?
+  Fa. I would exult man: you know he brought me out
+o' fauour with my Lady, about a Beare-baiting heere
+
+   To. To anger him wee'l haue the Beare againe, and
+we will foole him blacke and blew, shall we not sir Andrew?
+  An. And we do not, it is pittie of our liues.
+Enter Maria.
+
+  To. Heere comes the little villaine: How now my
+Mettle of India?
+  Mar. Get ye all three into the box tree: Maluolio's
+comming downe this walke, he has beene yonder i'the
+Sunne practising behauiour to his own shadow this halfe
+houre: obserue him for the loue of Mockerie: for I know
+this Letter wil make a contemplatiue Ideot of him. Close
+in the name of ieasting, lye thou there: for heere comes
+the Trowt, that must be caught with tickling.
+
+Exit
+
+Enter Maluolio.
+
+  Mal. 'Tis but Fortune, all is fortune. Maria once
+told me she did affect me, and I haue heard her self come
+thus neere, that should shee fancie, it should bee one of
+my complection. Besides she vses me with a more exalted
+respect, then any one else that followes her. What
+should I thinke on't?
+  To. Heere's an ouer-weening rogue
+
+   Fa. Oh peace: Contemplation makes a rare Turkey
+Cocke of him, how he iets vnder his aduanc'd plumes
+
+   And. Slight I could so beate the Rogue
+
+   To. Peace I say
+
+   Mal. To be Count Maluolio
+
+   To. Ah Rogue
+
+   An. Pistoll him, pistoll him
+
+   To. Peace, peace
+
+   Mal. There is example for't: The Lady of the Strachy,
+married the yeoman of the wardrobe
+
+   An. Fie on him Iezabel
+
+   Fa. O peace, now he's deepely in: looke how imagination
+blowes him
+
+   Mal. Hauing beene three moneths married to her,
+sitting in my state
+
+   To. O for a stone-bow to hit him in the eye
+
+   Mal. Calling my Officers about me, in my branch'd
+Veluet gowne: hauing come from a day bedde, where I
+haue left Oliuia sleeping
+
+   To. Fire and Brimstone
+
+   Fa. O peace, peace
+
+   Mal. And then to haue the humor of state: and after
+a demure trauaile of regard: telling them I knowe my
+place, as I would they should doe theirs: to aske for my
+kinsman Toby
+
+   To. Boltes and shackles
+
+   Fa. Oh peace, peace, peace, now, now
+
+   Mal. Seauen of my people with an obedient start,
+make out for him: I frowne the while, and perchance
+winde vp my watch, or play with my some rich Iewell:
+Toby approaches; curtsies there to me
+
+   To. Shall this fellow liue?
+  Fa. Though our silence be drawne from vs with cars,
+yet peace
+
+   Mal. I extend my hand to him thus: quenching my
+familiar smile with an austere regard of controll
+
+   To. And do's not Toby take you a blow o'the lippes,
+then?
+  Mal. Saying, Cosine Toby, my Fortunes hauing cast
+me on your Neece, giue me this prerogatiue of speech
+
+   To. What, what?
+  Mal. You must amend your drunkennesse
+
+   To. Out scab
+
+   Fab. Nay patience, or we breake the sinewes of our
+plot?
+  Mal. Besides you waste the treasure of your time,
+with a foolish knight
+
+   And. That's mee I warrant you
+
+   Mal. One sir Andrew
+
+   And. I knew 'twas I, for many do call mee foole
+
+   Mal. What employment haue we heere?
+  Fa. Now is the Woodcocke neere the gin
+
+   To. Oh peace, and the spirit of humors intimate reading
+aloud to him
+
+   Mal. By my life this is my Ladies hand: these bee her
+very C's, her V's, and her T's, and thus makes shee her
+great P's. It is in contempt of question her hand
+
+   An. Her C's, her V's, and her T's: why that?
+  Mal. To the vnknowne belou'd, this, and my good Wishes:
+Her very Phrases: By your leaue wax. Soft, and the impressure
+her Lucrece, with which she vses to seale: tis my
+Lady: To whom should this be?
+  Fab. This winnes him, Liuer and all
+
+   Mal. Ioue knowes I loue, but who, Lips do not mooue, no
+man must know. No man must know. What followes?
+The numbers alter'd: No man must know,
+If this should be thee Maluolio?
+  To. Marrie hang thee brocke
+
+   Mal. I may command where I adore, but silence like a Lucresse
+knife:
+With bloodlesse stroke my heart doth gore, M.O.A.I. doth
+sway my life
+
+   Fa. A fustian riddle
+
+   To. Excellent Wench, say I
+
+   Mal. M.O.A.I. doth sway my life. Nay but first
+let me see, let me see, let me see
+
+   Fab. What dish a poyson has she drest him?
+  To. And with what wing the stallion checkes at it?
+  Mal. I may command, where I adore: Why shee may
+command me: I serue her, she is my Ladie. Why this is
+euident to any formall capacitie. There is no obstruction
+in this, and the end: What should that Alphabeticall position
+portend, if I could make that resemble something
+in me? Softly, M.O.A.I
+
+   To. O I, make vp that, he is now at a cold sent
+
+   Fab. Sowter will cry vpon't for all this, though it bee
+as ranke as a Fox
+
+   Mal. M. Maluolio, M. why that begins my name
+
+   Fab. Did not I say he would worke it out, the Curre
+is excellent at faults
+
+   Mal. M. But then there is no consonancy in the sequell
+that suffers vnder probation: A. should follow, but O.
+does
+
+   Fa. And O shall end, I hope
+
+   To. I, or Ile cudgell him, and make him cry O
+
+   Mal. And then I. comes behind
+
+   Fa. I, and you had any eye behinde you, you might
+see more detraction at your heeles, then Fortunes before
+you
+
+   Mal. M,O,A,I. This simulation is not as the former:
+and yet to crush this a little, it would bow to mee, for euery
+one of these Letters are in my name. Soft, here followes
+prose: If this fall into thy hand, reuolue. In my stars
+I am aboue thee, but be not affraid of greatnesse: Some
+are become great, some atcheeues greatnesse, and some
+haue greatnesse thrust vppon em. Thy fates open theyr
+hands, let thy blood and spirit embrace them, and to invre
+thy selfe to what thou art like to be: cast thy humble
+slough, and appeare fresh. Be opposite with a kinsman,
+surly with seruants: Let thy tongue tang arguments of
+state; put thy selfe into the tricke of singularitie. Shee
+thus aduises thee, that sighes for thee. Remember who
+commended thy yellow stockings, and wish'd to see thee
+euer crosse garter'd: I say remember, goe too, thou art
+made if thou desir'st to be so: If not, let me see thee a steward
+still, the fellow of seruants, and not woorthie to
+touch Fortunes fingers Farewell, Shee that would alter
+seruices with thee, the fortunate vnhappy daylight and
+champian discouers not more: This is open, I will bee
+proud, I will reade politicke Authours, I will baffle Sir
+Toby, I will wash off grosse acquaintance, I will be point
+deuise, the very man. I do not now foole my selfe, to let
+imagination iade mee; for euery reason excites to this,
+that my Lady loues me. She did commend my yellow
+stockings of late, shee did praise my legge being crosse-garter'd,
+and in this she manifests her selfe to my loue, &
+with a kinde of iniunction driues mee to these habites of
+her liking. I thanke my starres, I am happy: I will bee
+strange, stout, in yellow stockings, and crosse Garter'd,
+euen with the swiftnesse of putting on. Ioue, and my
+starres be praised. Heere is yet a postscript. Thou canst
+not choose but know who I am. If thou entertainst my loue, let
+it appeare in thy smiling, thy smiles become thee well. Therefore
+in my presence still smile, deero my sweete, I prethee. Ioue
+I thanke thee, I will smile, I wil do euery thing that thou
+wilt haue me.
+
+Exit
+
+  Fab. I will not giue my part of this sport for a pension
+of thousands to be paid from the Sophy
+
+   To. I could marry this wench for this deuice
+
+   An. So could I too
+
+   To. And aske no other dowry with her, but such another
+iest.
+Enter Maria.
+
+  An. Nor I neither
+
+   Fab. Heere comes my noble gull catcher
+
+   To. Wilt thou set thy foote o'my necke
+
+   An. Or o'mine either?
+  To. Shall I play my freedome at tray-trip, and becom
+thy bondslaue?
+  An. Ifaith, or I either?
+  Tob. Why, thou hast put him in such a dreame, that
+when the image of it leaues him, he must run mad
+
+   Ma. Nay but say true, do's it worke vpon him?
+  To. Like Aqua vite with a Midwife
+
+   Mar. If you will then see the fruites of the sport, mark
+his first approach before my Lady: hee will come to her
+in yellow stockings, and 'tis a colour she abhorres, and
+crosse garter'd, a fashion shee detests: and hee will smile
+vpon her, which will now be so vnsuteable to her disposition,
+being addicted to a melancholly, as shee is, that it
+cannot but turn him into a notable contempt: if you wil
+see it follow me
+
+   To. To the gates of Tartar, thou most excellent diuell
+of wit
+
+   And. Ile make one too.
+
+Exeunt.
+
+Finis Actus secundus
+
+
+Actus Tertius, Scaena prima.
+
+Enter Viola and Clowne.
+
+  Vio. Saue thee Friend and thy Musick: dost thou liue
+by thy Tabor?
+  Clo. No sir, I liue by the Church
+
+   Vio. Art thou a Churchman?
+  Clo. No such matter sir, I do liue by the Church: For,
+I do liue at my house, and my house dooth stand by the
+Church
+
+   Vio. So thou maist say the Kings lyes by a begger, if a
+begger dwell neer him: or the Church stands by thy Tabor,
+if thy Tabor stand by the Church
+
+   Clo. You haue said sir: To see this age: A sentence is
+but a cheu'rill gloue to a good witte, how quickely the
+wrong side may be turn'd outward
+
+   Vio. Nay that's certaine: they that dally nicely with
+words, may quickely make them wanton
+
+   Clo. I would therefore my sister had had no name Sir
+
+   Vio. Why man?
+  Clo. Why sir, her names a word, and to dallie with
+that word, might make my sister wanton: But indeede,
+words are very Rascals, since bonds disgrac'd them
+
+   Vio. Thy reason man?
+  Clo. Troth sir, I can yeeld you none without wordes,
+and wordes are growne so false, I am loath to proue reason
+with them
+
+   Vio. I warrant thou art a merry fellow, and car'st for
+nothing
+
+   Clo. Not so sir, I do care for something: but in my conscience
+sir, I do not care for you: if that be to care for nothing
+sir, I would it would make you inuisible
+
+   Vio. Art not thou the Lady Oliuia's foole?
+  Clo. No indeed sir, the Lady Oliuia has no folly, shee
+will keepe no foole sir, till she be married, and fooles are
+as like husbands, as Pilchers are to Herrings, the Husbands
+the bigger, I am indeede not her foole, but hir corrupter
+of words
+
+   Vio. I saw thee late at the Count Orsino's
+
+   Clo. Foolery sir, does walke about the Orbe like the
+Sun, it shines euery where. I would be sorry sir, but the
+Foole should be as oft with your Master, as with my Mistris:
+I thinke I saw your wisedome there
+
+   Vio. Nay, and thou passe vpon me, Ile no more with
+thee. Hold there's expences for thee
+
+   Clo. Now Ioue in his next commodity of hayre, send
+thee a beard
+
+   Vio. By my troth Ile tell thee, I am almost sicke for
+one, though I would not haue it grow on my chinne. Is
+thy Lady within?
+  Clo Would not a paire of these haue bred sir?
+  Vio. Yes being kept together, and put to vse
+
+   Clo. I would play Lord Pandarus of Phrygia sir, to bring
+a Cressida to this Troylus
+
+   Vio. I vnderstand you sir, tis well begg'd
+
+   Clo. The matter I hope is not great sir; begging, but a
+begger: Cressida was a begger. My Lady is within sir. I
+will conster to them whence you come, who you are, and
+what you would are out of my welkin, I might say Element,
+but the word is ouer-worne.
+
+Exit
+
+  Vio. This fellow is wise enough to play the foole,
+And to do that well, craues a kinde of wit:
+He must obserue their mood on whom he iests,
+The quality of persons, and the time:
+And like the Haggard, checke at euery Feather
+That comes before his eye. This is a practice,
+As full of labour as a Wise-mans Art:
+For folly that he wisely shewes, is fit;
+But wisemens folly falne, quite taint their wit.
+Enter Sir Toby and Andrew.
+
+  To. Saue you Gentleman
+
+   Vio. And you sir
+
+   And. Dieu vou guard Monsieur
+
+   Vio. Et vouz ousie vostre seruiture
+
+   An. I hope sir, you are, and I am yours
+
+   To. Will you incounter the house, my Neece is desirous
+you should enter, if your trade be to her
+
+   Vio. I am bound to your Neece sir, I meane she is the
+list of my voyage
+
+   To. Taste your legges sir, put them to motion
+
+   Vio. My legges do better vnderstand me sir, then I vnderstand
+what you meane by bidding me taste my legs
+
+   To. I meane to go sir, to enter
+
+   Vio. I will answer you with gate and entrance, but we
+are preuented.
+Enter Oliuia, and Gentlewoman.
+
+Most excellent accomplish'd Lady, the heauens raine Odours
+on you
+
+   And. That youth's a rare Courtier, raine odours, wel
+
+   Vio. My matter hath no voice Lady, but to your owne
+most pregnant and vouchsafed eare
+
+   And. Odours, pregnant, and vouchsafed: Ile get 'em
+all three already
+
+   Ol. Let the Garden doore be shut, and leaue mee to
+my hearing. Giue me your hand sir
+
+   Vio. My dutie Madam, and most humble seruice
+
+   Ol. What is your name?
+  Vio. Cesario is your seruants name, faire Princesse
+
+   Ol. My seruant sir? 'Twas neuer merry world,
+Since lowly feigning was call'd complement:
+Y'are seruant to the Count Orsino youth
+
+   Vio. And he is yours, and his must needs be yours:
+Your seruants seruant, is your seruant Madam
+
+   Ol. For him, I thinke not on him: for his thoughts,
+Would they were blankes, rather then fill'd with me
+
+   Vio. Madam, I come to whet your gentle thoughts
+On his behalfe
+
+   Ol. O by your leaue I pray you.
+I bad you neuer speake againe of him;
+But would you vndertake another suite
+I had rather heare you, to solicit that,
+Then Musicke from the spheares
+
+   Vio. Deere Lady
+
+   Ol. Giue me leaue, beseech you: I did send,
+After the last enchantment you did heare,
+A Ring in chace of you. So did I abuse
+My selfe, my seruant, and I feare me you:
+Vnder your hard construction must I sit,
+To force that on you in a shamefull cunning
+Which you knew none of yours. What might you think?
+Haue you not set mine Honor at the stake,
+And baited it with all th' vnmuzled thoughts
+That tyrannous heart can think? To one of your receiuing
+Enough is shewne, a Cipresse, not a bosome,
+Hides my heart: so let me heare you speake
+
+   Vio. I pittie you
+
+   Ol. That's a degree to loue
+
+   Vio. No not a grize: for tis a vulgar proofe
+That verie oft we pitty enemies
+
+   Ol. Why then me thinkes 'tis time to smile agen:
+O world, how apt the poore are to be proud?
+If one should be a prey, how much the better
+To fall before the Lion, then the Wolfe?
+
+Clocke strikes.
+
+The clocke vpbraides me with the waste of time:
+Be not affraid good youth, I will not haue you,
+And yet when wit and youth is come to haruest,
+Your wife is like to reape a proper man:
+There lies your way, due West
+
+   Vio. Then Westward hoe:
+Grace and good disposition attend your Ladyship:
+You'l nothing Madam to my Lord, by me:
+  Ol. Stay: I prethee tell me what thou thinkst of me?
+  Vio. That you do thinke you are not what you are
+
+   Ol. If I thinke so, I thinke the same of you
+
+   Vio. Then thinke you right: I am not what I am
+
+   Ol. I would you were, as I would haue you be
+
+   Vio. Would it be better Madam, then I am?
+I wish it might, for now I am your foole
+
+   Ol. O what a deale of scorne, lookes beautifull?
+In the contempt and anger of his lip,
+A murdrous guilt shewes not it selfe more soone,
+Then loue that would seeme hid: Loues night, is noone.
+Cesario, by the Roses of the Spring,
+By maid-hood, honor, truth, and euery thing,
+I loue thee so, that maugre all thy pride,
+Nor wit, nor reason, can my passion hide:
+Do not extort thy reasons from this clause,
+For that I woo, thou therefore hast no cause:
+But rather reason thus, with reason fetter;
+Loue sought, is good: but giuen vnsought, is better
+
+   Vio. By innocence I sweare, and by my youth,
+I haue one heart, one bosome, and one truth,
+And that no woman has, nor neuer none
+Shall mistris be of it, saue I alone.
+And so adieu good Madam, neuer more,
+Will I my Masters teares to you deplore
+
+   Ol. Yet come againe: for thou perhaps mayst moue
+That heart which now abhorres, to like his loue.
+
+Exeunt.
+
+Scoena Secunda.
+
+Enter Sir Toby, Sir Andrew, and Fabian.
+
+  And. No faith, Ile not stay a iot longer:
+  To. Thy reason deere venom, giue thy reason
+
+   Fab. You must needes yeelde your reason, Sir Andrew?
+  And. Marry I saw your Neece do more fauours to the
+Counts Seruing-man, then euer she bestow'd vpon mee:
+I saw't i'th Orchard
+
+   To. Did she see the while, old boy, tell me that
+
+   And. As plaine as I see you now
+
+   Fab. This was a great argument of loue in her toward
+you
+
+   And. S'light; will you make an Asse o'me
+
+   Fab. I will proue it legitimate sir, vpon the Oathes of
+iudgement, and reason
+
+   To. And they haue beene grand Iurie men, since before
+Noah was a Saylor
+
+   Fab. Shee did shew fauour to the youth in your sight,
+onely to exasperate you, to awake your dormouse valour,
+to put fire in your Heart, and brimstone in your Liuer:
+you should then haue accosted her, and with some excellent
+iests, fire-new from the mint, you should haue bangd
+the youth into dumbenesse: this was look'd for at your
+hand, and this was baulkt: the double gilt of this opportunitie
+you let time wash off, and you are now sayld into
+the North of my Ladies opinion, where you will hang
+like an ysickle on a Dutchmans beard, vnlesse you do redeeme
+it, by some laudable attempt, either of valour or
+policie
+
+   And. And't be any way, it must be with Valour, for
+policie I hate: I had as liefe be a Brownist, as a Politician
+
+   To. Why then build me thy fortunes vpon the basis of
+valour. Challenge me the Counts youth to fight with him
+hurt him in eleuen places, my Neece shall take note of it,
+and assure thy selfe, there is no loue-Broker in the world,
+can more preuaile in mans commendation with woman,
+then report of valour
+
+   Fab. There is no way but this sir Andrew
+
+   An. Will either of you beare me a challenge to him?
+  To. Go, write it in a martial hand, be curst and briefe:
+it is no matter how wittie, so it bee eloquent, and full of
+inuention: taunt him with the license of Inke: if thou
+thou'st him some thrice, it shall not be amisse, and as many
+Lyes, as will lye in thy sheete of paper, although the
+sheete were bigge enough for the bedde of Ware in England,
+set 'em downe, go about it. Let there bee gaulle enough
+in thy inke, though thou write with a Goose-pen,
+no matter: about it
+
+   And. Where shall I finde you?
+  To. Wee'l call thee at the Cubiculo: Go.
+
+Exit Sir Andrew.
+
+  Fa. This is a deere Manakin to you Sir Toby
+
+   To. I haue beene deere to him lad, some two thousand
+strong, or so
+
+   Fa. We shall haue a rare Letter from him; but you'le
+not deliuer't
+
+   To. Neuer trust me then: and by all meanes stirre on
+the youth to an answer. I thinke Oxen and waine-ropes
+cannot hale them together. For Andrew, if he were open'd
+and you finde so much blood in his Liuer, as will clog the
+foote of a flea, Ile eate the rest of th' anatomy
+
+   Fab. And his opposit the youth beares in his visage no
+great presage of cruelty.
+Enter Maria.
+
+  To. Looke where the youngest Wren of mine comes
+
+   Mar. If you desire the spleene, and will laughe your
+selues into stitches, follow me; yond gull Maluolio is turned
+Heathen, a verie Renegatho; for there is no christian
+that meanes to be saued by beleeuing rightly, can euer
+beleeue such impossible passages of grossenesse. Hee's in
+yellow stockings
+
+   To. And crosse garter'd?
+  Mar. Most villanously: like a Pedant that keepes a
+Schoole i'th Church: I haue dogg'd him like his murtherer.
+He does obey euery point of the Letter that I dropt,
+to betray him: He does smile his face into more lynes,
+then is in the new Mappe, with the augmentation of the
+Indies: you haue not seene such a thing as tis: I can hardly
+forbeare hurling things at him, I know my Ladie will
+strike him: if shee doe, hee'l smile, and take't for a great
+fauour
+
+   To. Come bring vs, bring vs where he is.
+
+Exeunt. Omnes.
+
+
+Scaena Tertia.
+
+Enter Sebastian and Anthonio.
+
+  Seb. I would not by my will haue troubled you,
+But since you make your pleasure of your paines,
+I will no further chide you
+
+   Ant. I could not stay behinde you: my desire
+(More sharpe then filed steele) did spurre me forth,
+And not all loue to see you (though so much
+As might haue drawne one to a longer voyage)
+But iealousie, what might befall your trauell,
+Being skillesse in these parts: which to a stranger,
+Vnguided, and vnfriended, often proue
+Rough, and vnhospitable. My willing loue,
+The rather by these arguments of feare
+Set forth in your pursuite
+
+   Seb. My kinde Anthonio,
+I can no other answer make, but thankes,
+And thankes: and euer oft good turnes,
+Are shuffel'd off with such vncurrant pay:
+But were my worth, as is my conscience firme,
+You should finde better dealing: what's to do?
+Shall we go see the reliques of this Towne?
+  Ant. To morrow sir, best first go see your Lodging?
+  Seb. I am not weary, and 'tis long to night
+I pray you let vs satisfie our eyes
+With the memorials, and the things of fame
+That do renowne this City
+
+   Ant. Would youl'd pardon me:
+I do not without danger walke these streetes.
+Once in a sea-fight 'gainst the Count his gallies,
+I did some seruice, of such note indeede,
+That were I tane heere, it would scarse be answer'd
+
+   Seb. Belike you slew great number of his people
+
+   Ant. Th' offence is not of such a bloody nature,
+Albeit the quality of the time, and quarrell
+Might well haue giuen vs bloody argument:
+It might haue since bene answer'd in repaying
+What we tooke from them, which for Traffiques sake
+Most of our City did. Onely my selfe stood out,
+For which if I be lapsed in this place
+I shall pay deere
+
+   Seb. Do not then walke too open
+
+   Ant. It doth not fit me: hold sir, here's my purse,
+In the South Suburbes at the Elephant
+Is best to lodge: I will bespeake our dyet,
+Whiles you beguile the time, and feed your knowledge
+With viewing of the Towne, there shall you haue me
+
+   Seb. Why I your purse?
+  Ant. Haply your eye shall light vpon some toy
+You haue desire to purchase: and your store
+I thinke is not for idle Markets, sir
+
+   Seb. Ile be your purse-bearer, and leaue you
+For an houre
+
+   Ant. To th' Elephant
+
+   Seb. I do remember.
+
+Exeunt.
+
+
+
+Scoena Quarta.
+
+Enter Oliuia and Maria.
+
+  Ol. I haue sent after him, he sayes hee'l come:
+How shall I feast him? What bestow of him?
+For youth is bought more oft, then begg'd, or borrow'd.
+I speake too loud: Where's Maluolio, he is sad, and ciuill,
+And suites well for a seruant with my fortunes,
+Where is Maluolio?
+  Mar. He's comming Madame:
+But in very strange manner. He is sure possest Madam
+
+   Ol. Why what's the matter, does he raue?
+  Mar. No Madam, he does nothing but smile: your Ladyship
+were best to haue some guard about you, if hee
+come, for sure the man is tainted in's wits
+
+   Ol. Go call him hither.
+Enter Maluolio.
+
+I am as madde as hee,
+If sad and merry madnesse equall bee.
+How now Maluolio?
+  Mal. Sweet Lady, ho, ho
+
+   Ol. Smil'st thou? I sent for thee vpon a sad occasion
+
+   Mal. Sad Lady, I could be sad:
+This does make some obstruction in the blood:
+This crosse-gartering, but what of that?
+If it please the eye of one, it is with me as the very true
+Sonnet is: Please one, and please all
+
+   Mal. Why how doest thou man?
+What is the matter with thee?
+  Mal. Not blacke in my minde, though yellow in my
+legges: It did come to his hands, and Commaunds shall
+be executed. I thinke we doe know the sweet Romane
+hand
+
+   Ol. Wilt thou go to bed Maluolio?
+  Mal. To bed? I sweet heart, and Ile come to thee
+
+   Ol. God comfort thee: Why dost thou smile so, and
+kisse thy hand so oft?
+  Mar. How do you Maluolio?
+  Maluo. At your request:
+Yes Nightingales answere Dawes
+
+   Mar. Why appeare you with this ridiculous boldnesse
+before my Lady
+
+   Mal. Be not afraid of greatnesse: 'twas well writ
+
+   Ol. What meanst thou by that Maluolio?
+  Mal. Some are borne great
+
+   Ol. Ha?
+  Mal. Some atcheeue greatnesse
+
+   Ol. What sayst thou?
+  Mal. And some haue greatnesse thrust vpon them
+
+   Ol. Heauen restore thee
+
+   Mal. Remember who commended thy yellow stockings
+
+   Ol. Thy yellow stockings?
+  Mal. And wish'd to see thee crosse garter'd
+
+   Ol. Crosse garter'd?
+  Mal. Go too, thou art made, if thou desir'st to be so
+
+   Ol. Am I made?
+  Mal. If not, let me see thee a seruant still
+
+   Ol. Why this is verie Midsommer madnesse.
+Enter Seruant.
+
+  Ser. Madame, the young Gentleman of the Count
+Orsino's is return'd, I could hardly entreate him backe: he
+attends your Ladyships pleasure
+
+   Ol. Ile come to him.
+Good Maria, let this fellow be look'd too. Where's my
+Cosine Toby, let some of my people haue a speciall care
+of him, I would not haue him miscarrie for the halfe of
+my Dowry.
+
+Exit
+
+  Mal. Oh ho, do you come neere me now: no worse
+man then sir Toby to looke to me. This concurres directly
+with the Letter, she sends him on purpose, that I may
+appeare stubborne to him: for she incites me to that in
+the Letter. Cast thy humble slough sayes she: be opposite
+with a Kinsman, surly with seruants, let thy tongue
+langer with arguments of state, put thy selfe into the
+tricke of singularity: and consequently setts downe the
+manner how: as a sad face, a reuerend carriage, a slow
+tongue, in the habite of some Sir of note, and so foorth.
+I haue lymde her, but it is Ioues doing, and Ioue make me
+thankefull. And when she went away now, let this Fellow
+be look'd too: Fellow? not Maluolio, nor after my
+degree, but Fellow. Why euery thing adheres togither,
+that no dramme of a scruple, no scruple of a scruple, no
+obstacle, no incredulous or vnsafe circumstance: What
+can be saide? Nothing that can be, can come betweene
+me, and the full prospect of my hopes. Well Ioue, not I,
+is the doer of this, and he is to be thanked.
+Enter Toby, Fabian, and Maria.
+
+  To. Which way is hee in the name of sanctity. If all
+the diuels of hell be drawne in little, and Legion himselfe
+possest him, yet Ile speake to him
+
+   Fab. Heere he is, heere he is: how ist with you sir?
+How ist with you man?
+  Mal. Go off, I discard you: let me enioy my priuate:
+go off
+
+   Mar. Lo, how hollow the fiend speakes within him;
+did not I tell you? Sir Toby, my Lady prayes you to haue
+a care of him
+
+   Mal. Ah ha, does she so?
+  To. Go too, go too: peace, peace, wee must deale
+gently with him: Let me alone. How do you Maluolio?
+How ist with you? What man, defie the diuell: consider,
+he's an enemy to mankinde
+
+   Mal. Do you know what you say?
+  Mar. La you, and you speake ill of the diuell, how
+he takes it at heart. Pray God he be not bewitch'd
+
+   Fab. Carry his water to th' wise woman
+
+   Mar. Marry and it shall be done to morrow morning
+if I liue. My Lady would not loose him for more then ile
+say
+
+   Mal. How now mistris?
+  Mar. Oh Lord
+
+   To. Prethee hold thy peace, this is not the way: Doe
+you not see you moue him? Let me alone with him
+
+   Fa. No way but gentlenesse, gently, gently: the Fiend
+is rough, and will not be roughly vs'd
+
+   To. Why how now my bawcock? how dost y chuck?
+  Mal. Sir
+
+   To. I biddy, come with me. What man, tis not for
+grauity to play at cherrie-pit with sathan Hang him foul
+Colliar
+
+   Mar. Get him to say his prayers, good sir Toby gette
+him to pray
+
+   Mal. My prayers Minx
+
+   Mar. No I warrant you, he will not heare of godlynesse
+
+   Mal. Go hang your selues all: you are ydle shallowe
+things, I am not of your element, you shall knowe more
+heereafter.
+
+Exit
+
+  To. Ist possible?
+  Fa. If this were plaid vpon a stage now, I could condemne
+it as an improbable fiction
+
+   To. His very genius hath taken the infection of the
+deuice man
+
+   Mar. Nay pursue him now, least the deuice take ayre,
+and taint
+
+   Fa. Why we shall make him mad indeede
+
+   Mar. The house will be the quieter
+
+   To. Come, wee'l haue him in a darke room & bound.
+My Neece is already in the beleefe that he's mad: we may
+carry it thus for our pleasure, and his pennance, til our very
+pastime tyred out of breath, prompt vs to haue mercy
+on him: at which time, we wil bring the deuice to the bar
+and crowne thee for a finder of madmen: but see, but see.
+Enter Sir Andrew.
+
+  Fa. More matter for a May morning
+
+   An. Heere's the Challenge, reade it: I warrant there's
+vinegar and pepper in't
+
+   Fab. Ist so sawcy?
+  And. I, ist? I warrant him: do but read
+
+   To. Giue me.
+Youth, whatsoeuer thou art, thou art but a scuruy fellow
+
+   Fa. Good, and valiant
+
+   To. Wonder not, nor admire not in thy minde why I doe call
+thee so, for I will shew thee no reason for't
+
+   Fa. A good note, that keepes you from the blow of y Law
+  To. Thou comst to the Lady Oliuia, and in my sight she vses
+thee kindly: but thou lyest in thy throat, that is not the matter
+I challenge thee for
+
+   Fa. Very breefe, and to exceeding good sence-lesse
+
+   To. I will way-lay thee going home, where if it be thy chance
+to kill me
+
+   Fa. Good
+
+   To. Thou kilst me like a rogue and a villaine
+
+   Fa. Still you keepe o'th windie side of the Law: good
+
+   Tob. Fartheewell, and God haue mercie vpon one of our
+soules. He may haue mercie vpon mine, but my hope is better,
+and so looke to thy selfe. Thy friend as thou vsest him, & thy
+sworne enemie, Andrew Ague-cheeke
+
+   To. If this Letter moue him not, his legges cannot:
+Ile giu't him
+
+   Mar. You may haue verie fit occasion for't: he is now
+in some commerce with my Ladie, and will by and by
+depart
+
+   To. Go sir Andrew: scout mee for him at the corner
+of the Orchard like a bum-Baylie: so soone as euer thou
+seest him, draw, and as thou draw'st, sweare horrible: for
+it comes to passe oft, that a terrible oath, with a swaggering
+accent sharpely twang'd off, giues manhoode more
+approbation, then euer proofe it selfe would haue earn'd
+him. Away
+
+   And. Nay let me alone for swearing.
+
+Exit
+
+  To. Now will not I deliuer his Letter: for the behauiour
+of the yong Gentleman, giues him out to be of good
+capacity, and breeding: his employment betweene his
+Lord and my Neece, confirmes no lesse. Therefore, this
+Letter being so excellently ignorant, will breed no terror
+in the youth: he will finde it comes from a Clodde-pole.
+But sir, I will deliuer his Challenge by word of mouth;
+set vpon Ague-cheeke a notable report of valor, and driue
+the Gentleman (as I know his youth will aptly receiue it)
+into a most hideous opinion of his rage, skill, furie, and
+impetuositie. This will so fright them both, that they wil
+kill one another by the looke, like Cockatrices.
+Enter Oliuia and Viola.
+
+  Fab. Heere he comes with your Neece, giue them way
+till he take leaue, and presently after him
+
+   To. I wil meditate the while vpon some horrid message
+for a Challenge
+
+   Ol. I haue said too much vnto a hart of stone,
+And laid mine honour too vnchary on't:
+There's something in me that reproues my fault:
+But such a head-strong potent fault it is,
+That it but mockes reproofe
+
+   Vio. With the same hauiour that your passion beares,
+Goes on my Masters greefes
+
+   Ol. Heere, weare this Iewell for me, tis my picture:
+Refuse it not, it hath no tongue, to vex you:
+And I beseech you come againe to morrow.
+What shall you aske of me that Ile deny,
+That honour (sau'd) may vpon asking giue
+
+   Vio. Nothing but this, your true loue for my master
+
+   Ol. How with mine honor may I giue him that,
+Which I haue giuen to you
+
+   Vio. I will acquit you
+
+   Ol. Well, come againe to morrow: far-thee-well,
+A Fiend like thee might beare my soule to hell.
+Enter Toby and Fabian.
+
+  To. Gentleman, God saue thee
+
+   Vio. And you sir
+
+   To. That defence thou hast, betake the too't: of what
+nature the wrongs are thou hast done him, I knowe not:
+but thy intercepter full of despight, bloody as the Hunter,
+attends thee at the Orchard end: dismount thy tucke,
+be yare in thy preparation, for thy assaylant is quick, skilfull,
+and deadly
+
+   Vio. You mistake sir I am sure, no man hath any quarrell
+to me: my remembrance is very free and cleere from
+any image of offence done to any man
+
+   To. You'l finde it otherwise I assure you: therefore, if
+you hold your life at any price, betake you to your gard:
+for your opposite hath in him what youth, strength, skill,
+and wrath, can furnish man withall
+
+   Vio. I pray you sir what is he?
+  To. He is knight dubb'd with vnhatch'd Rapier, and
+on carpet consideration, but he is a diuell in priuate brall,
+soules and bodies hath he diuorc'd three, and his incensement
+at this moment is so implacable, that satisfaction
+can be none, but by pangs of death and sepulcher: Hob,
+nob, is his word: giu't or take't
+
+   Vio. I will returne againe into the house, and desire
+some conduct of the Lady. I am no fighter, I haue heard
+of some kinde of men, that put quarrells purposely on others,
+to taste their valour: belike this is a man of that
+quirke
+
+   To. Sir, no: his indignation deriues it selfe out of a very
+computent iniurie, therefore get you on, and giue him
+his desire. Backe you shall not to the house, vnlesse you
+vndertake that with me, which with as much safetie you
+might answer him: therefore on, or strippe your sword
+starke naked: for meddle you must that's certain, or forsweare
+to weare iron about you
+
+   Vio. This is as vnciuill as strange. I beseech you doe
+me this courteous office, as to know of the Knight what
+my offence to him is: it is something of my negligence,
+nothing of my purpose
+
+   To. I will doe so. Signiour Fabian, stay you by this
+Gentleman, till my returne.
+
+Exit Toby.
+
+  Vio. Pray you sir, do you know of this matter?
+  Fab. I know the knight is incenst against you, euen to
+a mortall arbitrement, but nothing of the circumstance
+more
+
+   Vio. I beseech you what manner of man is he?
+  Fab. Nothing of that wonderfull promise to read him
+by his forme, as you are like to finde him in the proofe of
+his valour. He is indeede sir, the most skilfull, bloudy, &
+fatall opposite that you could possibly haue found in anie
+part of Illyria: will you walke towards him, I will make
+your peace with him, if I can
+
+   Vio. I shall bee much bound to you for't: I am one,
+that had rather go with sir Priest, then sir knight: I care
+not who knowes so much of my mettle.
+
+Exeunt.
+
+Enter Toby and Andrew.
+
+  To. Why man hee s a verie diuell, I haue not seen such
+a firago: I had a passe with him, rapier, scabberd, and all:
+and he giues me the stucke in with such a mortall motion
+that it is ineuitable: and on the answer, he payes you as
+surely, as your feete hits the ground they step on. They
+say, he has bin Fencer to the Sophy
+
+   And. Pox on't, Ile not meddle with him
+
+   To. I but he will not now be pacified,
+Fabian can scarse hold him yonder
+
+   An. Plague on't, and I thought he had beene valiant,
+and so cunning in Fence, I'de haue seene him damn'd ere
+I'de haue challeng'd him. Let him let the matter slip, and
+Ile giue him my horse, gray Capilet
+
+   To. Ile make the motion: stand heere, make a good
+shew on't, this shall end without the perdition of soules,
+marry Ile ride your horse as well as I ride you.
+Enter Fabian and Viola.
+
+I haue his horse to take vp the quarrell, I haue perswaded
+him the youths a diuell
+
+   Fa. He is as horribly conceited of him: and pants, &
+lookes pale, as if a Beare were at his heeles
+
+   To. There's no remedie sir, he will fight with you for's
+oath sake: marrie hee hath better bethought him of his
+quarrell, and hee findes that now scarse to bee worth talking
+of: therefore draw for the supportance of his vowe,
+he protests he will not hurt you
+
+   Vio. Pray God defend me: a little thing would make
+me tell them how much I lacke of a man
+
+   Fab. Giue ground if you see him furious
+
+   To. Come sir Andrew, there's no remedie, the Gentleman
+will for his honors sake haue one bowt with you:
+he cannot by the Duello auoide it: but hee has promised
+me, as he is a Gentleman and a Soldiour, he will not hurt
+you. Come on, too't
+
+   And. Pray God he keepe his oath.
+Enter Antonio.
+
+  Vio. I do assure you tis against my will
+
+   Ant. Put vp your sword: if this yong Gentleman
+Haue done offence, I take the fault on me:
+If you offend him, I for him defie you
+
+   To. You sir? Why, what are you?
+  Ant. One sir, that for his loue dares yet do more
+Then you haue heard him brag to you he will
+
+   To. Nay, if you be an vndertaker, I am for you.
+Enter Officers.
+
+  Fab. O good sir Toby hold: heere come the Officers
+
+   To. Ile be with you anon
+
+   Vio. Pray sir, put your sword vp if you please
+
+   And. Marry will I sir: and for that I promis'd you Ile
+be as good as my word. Hee will beare you easily, and
+raines well
+
+   1.Off. This is the man, do thy Office
+
+   2.Off. Anthonio, I arrest thee at the suit of Count Orsino
+  An. You do mistake me sir
+
+   1.Off. No sir, no iot: I know your fauour well:
+Though now you haue no sea-cap on your head:
+Take him away, he knowes I know him well
+
+   Ant. I must obey. This comes with seeking you:
+But there's no remedie, I shall answer it:
+What will you do: now my necessitie
+Makes me to aske you for my purse. It greeues mee
+Much more, for what I cannot do for you,
+Then what befals my selfe: you stand amaz'd,
+But be of comfort
+
+   2.Off. Come sir away
+
+   Ant. I must entreat of you some of that money
+
+   Vio. What money sir?
+For the fayre kindnesse you haue shew'd me heere,
+And part being prompted by your present trouble,
+Out of my leane and low ability
+Ile lend you something: my hauing is not much,
+Ile make diuision of my present with you:
+Hold, there's halfe my Coffer
+
+   Ant. Will you deny me now,
+Ist possible that my deserts to you
+Can lacke perswasion. Do not tempt my misery,
+Least that it make me so vnsound a man
+As to vpbraid you with those kindnesses
+That I haue done for you
+
+   Vio. I know of none,
+Nor know I you by voyce, or any feature:
+I hate ingratitude more in a man,
+Then lying, vainnesse, babling drunkennesse,
+Or any taint of vice, whose strong corruption
+Inhabites our fraile blood
+
+   Ant. Oh heauens themselues
+
+   2.Off. Come sir, I pray you go
+
+   Ant. Let me speake a little. This youth that you see heere,
+I snatch'd one halfe out of the iawes of death,
+Releeu'd him with such sanctitie of loue;
+And to his image, which me thought did promise
+Most venerable worth, did I deuotion
+
+   1.Off. What's that to vs, the time goes by: Away
+
+   Ant. But oh, how vilde an idoll proues this God:
+Thou hast Sebastian done good feature, shame.
+In Nature, there's no blemish but the minde:
+None can be call'd deform'd, but the vnkinde.
+Vertue is beauty, but the beauteous euill
+Are empty trunkes, ore-flourish'd by the deuill
+
+   1.Off. The man growes mad, away with him:
+Come, come sir
+
+   Ant. Leade me on.
+
+Exit
+
+  Vio. Me thinkes his words do from such passion flye
+That he beleeues himselfe, so do not I:
+Proue true imagination, oh proue true,
+That I deere brother, be now tane for you
+
+   To. Come hither Knight, come hither Fabian: Weel
+whisper ore a couplet or two of most sage sawes
+
+   Vio. He nam'd Sebastian: I my brother know
+Yet liuing in my glasse: euen such, and so
+In fauour was my Brother, and he went
+Still in this fashion, colour, ornament,
+For him I imitate: Oh if it proue,
+Tempests are kinde, and salt waues fresh in loue
+
+   To. A very dishonest paltry boy, and more a coward
+then a Hare, his dishonesty appeares, in leauing his frend
+heere in necessity, and denying him: and for his cowardship
+aske Fabian
+
+   Fab. A Coward, a most deuout Coward, religious in
+it
+
+   And. Slid Ile after him againe, and beate him
+
+   To. Do, cuffe him soundly, but neuer draw thy sword
+  And. And I do not
+
+   Fab. Come, let's see the euent
+
+   To. I dare lay any money, twill be nothing yet.
+
+Exit
+
+
+Actus Quartus, Scaena prima.
+
+Enter Sebastian and Clowne
+
+   Clo. Will you make me beleeue, that I am not sent for
+you?
+  Seb. Go too, go too, thou art a foolish fellow,
+Let me be cleere of thee
+
+   Clo. Well held out yfaith: No, I do not know you,
+nor I am not sent to you by my Lady, to bid you come
+speake with her: nor your name is not Master Cesario,
+nor this is not my nose neyther: Nothing that is so, is so
+
+   Seb. I prethee vent thy folly some-where else, thou
+know'st not me
+
+   Clo. Vent my folly: He has heard that word of some
+great man, and now applyes it to a foole. Vent my folly:
+I am affraid this great lubber the World will proue a
+Cockney: I prethee now vngird thy strangenes, and tell
+me what I shall vent to my Lady? Shall I vent to hir that
+thou art comming?
+  Seb. I prethee foolish greeke depart from me, there's
+money for thee, if you tarry longer, I shall giue worse
+paiment
+
+   Clo. By my troth thou hast an open hand: these Wisemen
+that giue fooles money, get themselues a good report,
+after foureteene yeares purchase.
+Enter Andrew, Toby, and Fabian.
+
+  And. Now sir, haue I met you again: ther's for you
+
+   Seb. Why there's for thee, and there, and there,
+Are all the people mad?
+  To. Hold sir, or Ile throw your dagger ore the house
+  Clo. This will I tell my Lady straight, I would not be
+in some of your coats for two pence
+
+   To. Come on sir, hold
+
+   An. Nay let him alone, Ile go another way to worke
+with him: Ile haue an action of Battery against him, if
+there be any law in Illyria: though I stroke him first, yet
+it's no matter for that
+
+   Seb. Let go thy hand
+
+   To. Come sir, I will not let you go. Come my yong
+souldier put vp your yron: you are well flesh'd: Come
+on
+
+   Seb. I will be free from thee. What wouldst y now?
+If thou dar'st tempt me further, draw thy sword
+
+   To. What, what? Nay then I must haue an Ounce or
+two of this malapert blood from you.
+Enter Oliuia.
+
+  Ol. Hold Toby, on thy life I charge thee hold
+
+   To. Madam
+
+   Ol. Will it be euer thus? Vngracious wretch,
+Fit for the Mountaines, and the barbarous Caues,
+Where manners nere were preach'd: out of my sight.
+Be not offended, deere Cesario:
+Rudesbey be gone. I prethee gentle friend,
+Let thy fayre wisedome, not thy passion sway
+In this vnciuill, and vniust extent
+Against thy peace. Go with me to my house,
+And heare thou there how many fruitlesse prankes
+This Ruffian hath botch'd vp, that thou thereby
+Mayst smile at this: Thou shalt not choose but goe:
+Do not denie, beshrew his soule for mee,
+He started one poore heart of mine, in thee
+
+   Seb. What rellish is in this? How runs the streame?
+Or I am mad, or else this is a dreame:
+Let fancie still my sense in Lethe steepe,
+If it be thus to dreame, still let me sleepe
+
+   Ol. Nay come I prethee, would thoud'st be rul'd by me
+  Seb. Madam, I will
+
+   Ol. O say so, and so be.
+
+Exeunt.
+
+Scoena Secunda.
+
+Enter Maria and Clowne.
+
+  Mar. Nay, I prethee put on this gown, & this beard,
+make him beleeue thou art sir Topas the Curate, doe it
+quickly. Ile call sir Toby the whilst
+
+   Clo. Well, Ile put it on, and I will dissemble my selfe
+in't, and I would I were the first that euer dissembled in
+in such a gowne. I am not tall enough to become the
+function well, nor leane enough to bee thought a good
+Studient: but to be said an honest man and a good houskeeper
+goes as fairely, as to say, a carefull man, & a great
+scholler. The Competitors enter.
+Enter Toby.
+
+  To. Ioue blesse thee M[aster]. Parson
+
+   Clo. Bonos dies sir Toby: for as the old hermit of Prage
+that neuer saw pen and inke, very wittily sayd to a Neece
+of King Gorbodacke, that that is, is: so I being M[aster]. Parson,
+am M[aster]. Parson; for what is that, but that? and is, but is?
+  To. To him sir Topas
+
+   Clow. What hoa, I say, Peace in this prison
+
+   To. The knaue counterfets well: a good knaue.
+
+Maluolio within.
+
+  Mal. Who cals there?
+  Clo. Sir Topas the Curate, who comes to visit Maluolio
+the Lunaticke
+
+
+   Mal. Sir Topas, sir Topas, good sir Topas goe to my
+Ladie
+
+   Clo. Out hyperbolicall fiend, how vexest thou this
+man? Talkest thou nothing but of Ladies?
+  Tob. Well said M[aster]. Parson
+
+   Mal. Sir Topas, neuer was man thus wronged, good
+sir Topas do not thinke I am mad: they haue layde mee
+heere in hideous darknesse
+
+   Clo. Fye, thou dishonest sathan: I call thee by the
+most modest termes, for I am one of those gentle ones,
+that will vse the diuell himselfe with curtesie: sayst thou
+that house is darke?
+  Mal. As hell sir Topas
+
+   Clo. Why it hath bay Windowes transparant as baricadoes,
+and the cleere stores toward 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 this house is
+darke
+
+   Clo. Madman thou errest: I say there is no darknesse
+but ignorance, in which thou art more puzel'd then the
+aegyptians in their fogge
+
+   Mal. I say this house is as darke as Ignorance, thogh
+Ignorance were as darke as hell; and I say there was neuer
+man thus abus'd, I am no more madde then you are,
+make the triall of it in any constant question
+
+   Clo. What is the opinion of Pythagoras concerning
+Wilde-fowle?
+  Mal. That the soule of our grandam, might happily
+inhabite a bird
+
+   Clo. What thinkst thou of his opinion?
+  Mal. I thinke nobly of the soule, and no way aproue
+his opinion
+
+   Clo. Fare thee well: remaine thou still in darkenesse,
+thou shalt hold th' opinion of Pythagoras, ere I will allow
+of thy wits, and feare to kill a Woodcocke, lest thou dispossesse
+the soule of thy grandam. Fare thee well
+
+   Mal. Sir Topas, sir Topas
+
+   Tob. My most exquisite sir Topas
+
+   Clo. Nay I am for all waters
+
+   Mar. Thou mightst haue done this without thy berd
+and gowne, he sees thee not
+
+   To. To him in thine owne voyce, and bring me word
+how thou findst him: I would we were well ridde of this
+knauery. If he may bee conueniently deliuer'd, I would
+he were, for I am now so farre in offence with my Niece,
+that I cannot pursue with any safety this sport the vppeshot.
+Come by and by to my Chamber.
+
+Exit
+
+  Clo. Hey Robin, iolly Robin, tell me how thy Lady
+does
+
+   Mal. Foole
+
+   Clo. My Lady is vnkind, perdie
+
+   Mal. Foole
+
+   Clo. Alas why is she so?
+  Mal. Foole, I say
+
+   Clo. She loues another. Who calles, ha?
+  Mal. Good foole, as euer thou wilt deserue well at
+my hand, helpe me to a Candle, and pen, inke, and paper:
+as I am a Gentleman, I will liue to bee thankefull to thee
+for't
+
+   Clo. M[aster]. Maluolio?
+  Mal. I good Foole
+
+   Clo. Alas sir, how fell you besides your fiue witts?
+  Mall. Foole, there was neuer man so notoriouslie abus'd:
+I am as well in my wits (foole) as thou art
+
+   Clo. But as well: then you are mad indeede, if you be
+no better in your wits then a foole
+
+   Mal. They haue heere propertied me: keepe mee in
+darkenesse, send Ministers to me, Asses, and doe all they
+can to face me out of my wits
+
+   Clo. Aduise you what you say: the Minister is heere.
+Maluolio, Maluolio, thy wittes the heauens restore: endeauour
+thy selfe to sleepe, and leaue thy vaine bibble
+babble
+
+   Mal. Sir Topas
+
+   Clo. Maintaine no words with him good fellow.
+Who I sir, not I sir. God buy you good sir Topas: Marry
+Amen. I will sir, I will
+
+   Mal. Foole, foole, foole I say
+
+   Clo. Alas sir be patient. What say you sir, I am shent
+for speaking to you
+
+   Mal. Good foole, helpe me to some light, and some
+paper, I tell thee I am as well in my wittes, as any man in
+Illyria
+
+   Clo. Well-a-day, that you were sir
+
+   Mal. By this hand I am: good foole, some inke, paper,
+and light: and conuey what I will set downe to my
+Lady: it shall aduantage thee more, then euer the bearing
+of Letter did
+
+   Clo. I will help you too't. But tel me true, are you not
+mad indeed, or do you but counterfeit
+
+   Mal. Beleeue me I am not, I tell thee true
+
+   Clo. Nay, Ile nere beleeue a madman till I see his brains
+I will fetch you light, and paper, and inke
+
+   Mal. Foole, Ile requite it in the highest degree:
+I prethee be gone
+
+   Clo. I am gone sir, and anon sir,
+Ile be with you againe:
+In a trice, like to the old vice,
+your neede to sustaine.
+Who with dagger of lath, in his rage and his wrath,
+cries ah ha, to the diuell:
+Like a mad lad, paire thy nayles dad,
+Adieu good man diuell.
+
+Exit
+
+
+Scaena Tertia.
+
+Enter Sebastian.
+
+This is the ayre, that is the glorious Sunne,
+This pearle she gaue me, I do feel't, and see't,
+And though tis wonder that enwraps me thus,
+Yet 'tis not madnesse. Where's Anthonio then,
+I could not finde him at the Elephant,
+Yet there he was, and there I found this credite,
+That he did range the towne to seeke me out,
+His councell now might do me golden seruice,
+For though my soule disputes well with my sence,
+That this may be some error, but no madnesse,
+Yet doth this accident and flood of Fortune,
+So farre exceed all instance, all discourse,
+That I am readie to distrust mine eyes,
+And wrangle with my reason that perswades me
+To any other trust, but that I am mad,
+Or else the Ladies mad; yet if 'twere so,
+She could not sway her house, command her followers,
+Take, and giue backe affayres, and their dispatch,
+With such a smooth, discreet, and stable bearing
+As I perceiue she do's: there's something in't
+That is deceiueable. But heere the Lady comes.
+Enter Oliuia, and Priest.
+
+  Ol. Blame not this haste of mine: if you meane well
+Now go with me, and with this holy man
+Into the Chantry by: there before him,
+And vnderneath that consecrated roofe,
+Plight me the full assurance of your faith,
+That my most iealious, and too doubtfull soule
+May liue at peace. He shall conceale it,
+Whiles you are willing it shall come to note,
+What time we will our celebration keepe
+According to my birth, what do you say?
+  Seb. Ile follow this good man, and go with you,
+And hauing sworne truth, euer will be true
+
+   Ol. Then lead the way good father, & heauens so shine,
+That they may fairely note this acte of mine.
+
+Exeunt.
+
+Finis Actus Quartus.
+
+
+Actus Quintus. Scena Prima.
+
+Enter Clowne and Fabian.
+
+  Fab. Now as thou lou'st me, let me see his Letter
+
+   Clo. Good M[aster]. Fabian, grant me another request
+
+   Fab. Any thing
+
+   Clo. Do not desire to see this Letter
+
+   Fab. This is to giue a dogge, and in recompence desire
+my dogge againe.
+Enter Duke, Viola, Curio, and Lords.
+
+  Duke. Belong you to the Lady Oliuia, friends?
+  Clo. I sir, we are some of her trappings
+
+   Duke. I know thee well: how doest thou my good
+Fellow?
+  Clo. Truely sir, the better for my foes, and the worse
+for my friends
+
+   Du. Iust the contrary: the better for thy friends
+
+   Clo. No sir, the worse
+
+   Du. How can that be?
+  Clo. Marry sir, they praise me, and make an asse of me,
+now my foes tell me plainly, I am an Asse: so that by my
+foes sir, I profit in the knowledge of my selfe, and by my
+friends I am abused: so that conclusions to be as kisses, if
+your foure negatiues make your two affirmatiues, why
+then the worse for my friends, and the better for my foes
+
+   Du. Why this is excellent
+
+   Clo. By my troth sir, no: though it please you to be
+one of my friends
+
+   Du. 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
+
+   Du. O you giue me ill counsell
+
+   Clo. Put your grace in your pocket sir, for this once,
+and let your flesh and blood obey it
+
+   Du. Well, I will be so much a sinner to be a double
+dealer: there's another
+
+   Clo. Primo, secundo, tertio, is a good play, and the olde
+saying is, the third payes for all: the triplex sir, is a good
+tripping measure, or the belles of S[aint]. Bennet sir, may put
+you in minde, one, two, three
+
+   Du. You can foole no more money out of mee at this
+throw: if you will let your Lady know I am here to speak
+with her, and bring her along with you, it may awake my
+bounty further
+
+   Clo. Marry sir, lullaby to your bountie till I come agen.
+I go sir, but I would not haue you to thinke, that
+my desire of hauing is the sinne of couetousnesse: but as
+you say sir, let your bounty take a nappe, I will awake it
+anon.
+
+Exit
+
+Enter Anthonio and Officers.
+
+  Vio. Here comes the man sir, that did rescue mee
+
+   Du. That face of his I do remember well,
+Yet when I saw it last, it was besmear'd
+As blacke as Vulcan, in the smoake of warre:
+A bawbling Vessell was he Captaine of,
+For shallow draught and bulke vnprizable,
+With which such scathfull grapple did he make,
+With the most noble bottome of our Fleete,
+That very enuy, and the tongue of losse
+Cride fame and honor on him: What's the matter?
+  1.Offi. Orsino, this is that Anthonio
+That tooke the Phoenix, and her fraught from Candy,
+And this is he that did the Tiger boord,
+When your yong Nephew Titus lost his legge;
+Heere in the streets, desperate of shame and state,
+In priuate brabble did we apprehend him
+
+   Vio. He did me kindnesse sir, drew on my side,
+But in conclusion put strange speech vpon me,
+I know not what 'twas, but distraction
+
+   Du. Notable Pyrate, thou salt-water Theefe,
+What foolish boldnesse brought thee to their mercies,
+Whom thou in termes so bloudie, and so deere
+Hast made thine enemies?
+  Ant. Orsino: Noble sir,
+Be pleas'd that I shake off these names you giue mee:
+Anthonio neuer yet was Theefe, or Pyrate,
+Though I confesse, on base and ground enough
+Orsino's enemie. A witchcraft drew me hither:
+That most ingratefull boy there by your side,
+From the rude seas enrag'd and foamy mouth
+Did I redeeme: a wracke past hope he was:
+His life I gaue him, and did thereto adde
+My loue without retention, or restraint,
+All his in dedication. For his sake,
+Did I expose my selfe (pure for his loue)
+Into the danger of this aduerse Towne,
+Drew to defend him, when he was beset:
+Where being apprehended, his false cunning
+(Not meaning to partake with me in danger)
+Taught him to face me out of his acquaintance,
+And grew a twentie yeeres remoued thing
+While one would winke: denide me mine owne purse,
+Which I had recommended to his vse,
+Not halfe an houre before
+
+   Vio. How can this be?
+  Du. When came he to this Towne?
+  Ant. To day my Lord: and for three months before,
+No intrim, not a minutes vacancie,
+Both day and night did we keepe companie.
+Enter Oliuia and attendants.
+
+  Du. Heere comes the Countesse, now heauen walkes
+on earth:
+But for thee fellow, fellow thy words are madnesse,
+Three monthes this youth hath tended vpon mee,
+But more of that anon. Take him aside
+
+   Ol. What would my Lord, but that he may not haue,
+Wherein Oliuia may seeme seruiceable?
+Cesario, you do not keepe promise with me
+
+   Vio. Madam:
+  Du. Gracious Oliuia
+
+   Ol. What do you say Cesario? Good my Lord
+
+   Vio. My Lord would speake, my dutie hushes me
+
+   Ol. If it be ought to the old tune my Lord,
+It is as fat and fulsome to mine eare
+As howling after Musicke
+
+   Du. Still so cruell?
+  Ol. Still so constant Lord
+
+   Du. What to peruersenesse? you vnciuill Ladie
+To whose ingrate, and vnauspicious Altars
+My soule the faithfull'st offrings haue breath'd out
+That ere deuotion tender'd. What shall I do?
+  Ol. Euen what it please my Lord, that shal becom him
+  Du. Why should I not, (had I the heart to do it)
+Like to th' Egyptian theefe, at point of death
+Kill what I loue: (a sauage iealousie,
+That sometime sauours nobly) but heare me this:
+Since you to non-regardance cast my faith,
+And that I partly know the instrument
+That screwes me from my true place in your fauour:
+Liue you the Marble-brested Tirant still.
+But this your Minion, whom I know you loue,
+And whom, by heauen I sweare, I tender deerely,
+Him will I teare out of that cruell eye,
+Where he sits crowned in his masters spite.
+Come boy with me, my thoughts are ripe in mischiefe:
+Ile sacrifice the Lambe that I do loue,
+To spight a Rauens heart within a Doue
+
+   Vio. And I most iocund, apt, and willinglie,
+To do you rest, a thousand deaths would dye
+
+   Ol. Where goes Cesario?
+  Vio. After him I loue,
+More then I loue these eyes, more then my life,
+More by all mores, then ere I shall loue wife.
+If I do feigne, you witnesses aboue
+Punish my life, for tainting of my loue
+
+   Ol. Aye me detested, how am I beguil'd?
+  Vio. Who does beguile you? who does do you wrong?
+  Ol. Hast thou forgot thy selfe? Is it so long?
+Call forth the holy Father
+
+   Du. Come, away
+
+   Ol. Whether my Lord? Cesario, Husband, stay
+
+   Du. Husband?
+  Ol. I Husband. Can he that deny?
+  Du. Her husband, sirrah?
+  Vio. No my Lord, not I
+
+   Ol. Alas, it is the basenesse of thy feare,
+That makes thee strangle thy propriety:
+Feare not Cesario, take thy fortunes vp,
+Be that thou know'st thou art, and then thou art
+As great as that thou fear'st.
+Enter Priest.
+
+O welcome Father:
+Father, I charge thee by thy reuerence
+Heere to vnfold, though lately we intended
+To keepe in darkenesse, what occasion now
+Reueales before 'tis ripe: what thou dost know
+Hath newly past, betweene this youth, and me
+
+   Priest. A Contract of eternall bond of loue,
+Confirm'd by mutuall ioynder of your hands,
+Attested by the holy close of lippes,
+Strengthned by enterchangement of your rings,
+And all the Ceremonie of this compact
+Seal'd in my function, by my testimony:
+Since when, my watch hath told me, toward my graue
+I haue trauail'd but two houres
+
+   Du. O thou dissembling Cub: what wilt thou be
+When time hath sow'd a grizzle on thy case?
+Or will not else thy craft so quickely grow,
+That thine owne trip shall be thine ouerthrow:
+Farewell, and take her, but direct thy feete,
+Where thou, and I (henceforth) may neuer meet
+
+   Vio. My Lord, I do protest
+
+   Ol. O do not sweare,
+Hold little faith, though thou hast too much feare.
+Enter Sir Andrew.
+
+  And. For the loue of God a Surgeon, send one presently
+to sir Toby
+
+   Ol. What's the matter?
+  And. H'as broke my head acrosse, and has giuen Sir
+  Toby a bloody Coxcombe too: for the loue of God your
+helpe, I had rather then forty pound I were at home
+
+   Ol. Who has done this sir Andrew?
+  And. The Counts Gentleman, one Cesario: we tooke
+him for a Coward, but hee's the verie diuell, incardinate
+
+   Du. My Gentleman Cesario?
+  And. Odd's lifelings heere he is: you broke my head
+for nothing, and that that I did, I was set on to do't by sir
+Toby
+
+   Vio. Why do you speake to me, I neuer hurt you:
+You drew your sword vpon me without cause,
+But I bespake you faire, and hurt you not.
+Enter Toby and Clowne.
+
+  And. If a bloody coxcombe be a hurt, you haue hurt
+me: I thinke you set nothing by a bloody Coxecombe.
+Heere comes sir Toby halting, you shall heare more: but if
+he had not beene in drinke, hee would haue tickel'd you
+other gates then he did
+
+   Du. How now Gentleman? how ist with you?
+  To. That's all one, has hurt me, and there's th' end on't:
+Sot, didst see Dicke Surgeon, sot?
+  Clo. O he's drunke sir Toby an houre agone: his eyes
+were set at eight i'th morning
+
+   To. Then he's a Rogue, and a passy measures pauyn: I
+hate a drunken rogue
+
+   Ol. Away with him? Who hath made this hauocke
+with them?
+  And. Ile helpe you sir Toby, because we'll be drest together
+
+   To. Will you helpe an Asse-head, and a coxcombe, &
+a knaue: a thin fac'd knaue, a gull?
+  Ol. Get him to bed, and let his hurt be look'd too.
+Enter Sebastian.
+
+  Seb. I am sorry Madam I haue hurt your kinsman:
+But had it beene the brother of my blood,
+I must haue done no lesse with wit and safety.
+You throw a strange regard vpon me, and by that
+I do perceiue it hath offended you:
+Pardon me (sweet one) euen for the vowes
+We made each other, but so late ago
+
+   Du. One face, one voice, one habit, and two persons,
+A naturall Perspectiue, that is, and is not
+
+   Seb. Anthonio: O my deere Anthonio,
+How haue the houres rack'd, and tortur'd me,
+Since I haue lost thee?
+  Ant. Sebastian are you?
+  Seb. Fear'st thou that Anthonio?
+  Ant. How haue you made diuision of your selfe,
+An apple cleft in two, is not more twin
+Then these two creatures. Which is Sebastian?
+  Ol. Most wonderfull
+
+   Seb. Do I stand there? I neuer had a brother:
+Nor can there be that Deity in my nature
+Of heere, and euery where. I had a sister,
+Whom the blinde waues and surges haue deuour'd:
+Of charity, what kinne are you to me?
+What Countreyman? What name? What Parentage?
+  Vio. Of Messaline: Sebastian was my Father,
+Such a Sebastian was my brother too:
+So went he suited to his watery tombe:
+If spirits can assume both forme and suite,
+You come to fright vs
+
+   Seb. A spirit I am indeed,
+But am in that dimension grossely clad,
+Which from the wombe I did participate.
+Were you a woman, as the rest goes euen,
+I should my teares let fall vpon your cheeke,
+And say, thrice welcome drowned Viola
+
+   Vio. My father had a moale vpon his brow
+
+   Seb. And so had mine
+
+   Vio. And dide that day when Viola from her birth
+Had numbred thirteene yeares
+
+   Seb. O that record is liuely in my soule,
+He finished indeed his mortall acte
+That day that made my sister thirteene yeares
+
+   Vio. If nothing lets to make vs happie both,
+But this my masculine vsurp'd attyre:
+Do not embrace me, till each circumstance,
+Of place, time, fortune, do cohere and iumpe
+That I am Viola, which to confirme,
+Ile bring you to a Captaine in this Towne,
+Where lye my maiden weeds: by whose gentle helpe,
+I was preseru'd to serue this Noble Count:
+All the occurrence of my fortune since
+Hath beene betweene this Lady, and this Lord
+
+   Seb. So comes it Lady, you haue beene mistooke:
+But Nature to her bias drew in that.
+You would haue bin contracted to a Maid,
+Nor are you therein (by my life) deceiu'd,
+You are betroth'd both to a maid and man
+
+   Du. Be not amaz'd, right noble is his blood:
+If this be so, as yet the glasse seemes true,
+I shall haue share in this most happy wracke,
+Boy, thou hast saide to me a thousand times,
+Thou neuer should'st loue woman like to me
+
+   Vio. And all those sayings, will I ouer sweare,
+And all those swearings keepe as true in soule,
+As doth that Orbed Continent, the fire,
+That seuers day from night
+
+   Du. Giue me thy hand,
+And let me see thee in thy womans weedes
+
+   Vio. The Captaine that did bring me first on shore
+Hath my Maides garments: he vpon some Action
+Is now in durance, at Maluolio's suite,
+a Gentleman, and follower of my Ladies
+
+   Ol. He shall inlarge him: fetch Maluolio hither,
+And yet alas, now I remember me,
+They say poore Gentleman, he's much distract.
+Enter Clowne with a Letter, and Fabian.
+
+A most extracting frensie of mine owne
+From my remembrance, clearly banisht his.
+How does he sirrah?
+  Cl. Truely Madam, he holds Belzebub at the staues end as
+well as a man in his case may do: has heere writ a letter to
+you, I should haue giuen't you to day morning. But as a
+madmans Epistles are no Gospels, so it skilles not much
+when they are deliuer'd
+
+   Ol. Open't, and read it
+
+   Clo. Looke then to be well edified, when the Foole
+deliuers the Madman. By the Lord Madam
+
+   Ol. How now, art thou mad?
+  Clo. No Madam, I do but reade madnesse: and your
+Ladyship will haue it as it ought to bee, you must allow
+Vox
+
+   Ol. Prethee reade i'thy right wits
+
+   Clo. So I do Madona: but to reade his right wits, is to
+reade thus: therefore, perpend my Princesse, and giue
+eare
+
+   Ol. Read it you, sirrah
+
+   Fab. Reads. By the Lord Madam, you wrong me, and
+the world shall know it: Though you haue put mee into
+darkenesse, and giuen your drunken Cosine rule ouer me,
+yet haue I the benefit of my senses as well as your Ladieship.
+I haue your owne letter, that induced mee to the
+semblance I put on; with the which I doubt not, but to
+do my selfe much right, or you much shame: thinke of
+me as you please. I leaue my duty a little vnthought of,
+and speake out of my iniury. The madly vs'd Maluolio
+
+   Ol. Did he write this?
+  Clo. I Madame
+
+   Du. This sauours not much of distraction
+
+   Ol. See him deliuer'd Fabian, bring him hither:
+My Lord, so please you, these things further thought on,
+To thinke me as well a sister, as a wife,
+One day shall crowne th' alliance on't, so please you,
+Heere at my house, and at my proper cost
+
+   Du. Madam, I am most apt t' embrace your offer:
+Your Master quits you: and for your seruice done him,
+So much against the mettle of your sex,
+So farre beneath your soft and tender breeding,
+And since you call'd me Master, for so long:
+Heere is my hand, you shall from this time bee
+Your Masters Mistris
+
+   Ol. A sister, you are she.
+Enter Maluolio.
+
+  Du. Is this the Madman?
+  Ol. I my Lord, this same: How now Maluolio?
+  Mal. Madam, you haue done me wrong,
+Notorious wrong
+
+   Ol. Haue I Maluolio? No
+
+   Mal. Lady you haue, pray you peruse that Letter.
+You must not now denie it is your hand,
+Write from it if you can, in hand, or phrase,
+Or say, tis not your seale, not your inuention:
+You can say none of this. Well, grant it then,
+And tell me in the modestie of honor,
+Why you haue giuen me such cleare lights of fauour,
+Bad me come smiling, and crosse-garter'd to you,
+To put on yellow stockings, and to frowne
+Vpon sir Toby, and the lighter people:
+And acting this in an obedient hope,
+Why haue you suffer'd me to be imprison'd,
+Kept in a darke house, visited by the Priest,
+And made the most notorious gecke and gull,
+That ere inuention plaid on? Tell me why?
+  Ol. Alas Maluolio, this is not my writing,
+Though I confesse much like the Charracter:
+But out of question, tis Marias hand.
+And now I do bethinke me, it was shee
+First told me thou wast mad; then cam'st in smiling,
+And in such formes, which heere were presuppos'd
+Vpon thee in the Letter: prethee be content,
+This practice hath most shrewdly past vpon thee:
+But when we know the grounds, and authors of it,
+Thou shalt be both the Plaintiffe and the Iudge
+Of thine owne cause
+
+   Fab. Good Madam heare me speake,
+And let no quarrell, nor no braule to come,
+Taint the condition of this present houre,
+Which I haue wondred at. In hope it shall not,
+Most freely I confesse my selfe, and Toby
+Set this deuice against Maluolio heere,
+Vpon some stubborne and vncourteous parts
+We had conceiu'd against him. Maria writ
+The Letter, at sir Tobyes great importance,
+In recompence whereof, he hath married her:
+How with a sportfull malice it was follow'd,
+May rather plucke on laughter then reuenge,
+If that the iniuries be iustly weigh'd,
+That haue on both sides past
+
+   Ol. Alas poore Foole, how haue they baffel'd thee?
+  Clo. Why some are borne great, some atchieue greatnesse,
+and some haue greatnesse throwne vpon them. I
+was one sir, in this Enterlude, one sir Topas sir, but that's
+all one: By the Lord Foole, I am not mad: but do you remember,
+Madam, why laugh you at such a barren rascall,
+and you smile not he's gag'd: and thus the whirlegigge
+of time, brings in his reuenges
+
+   Mal. Ile be reueng'd on the whole packe of you?
+  Ol. He hath bene most notoriously abus'd
+
+   Du. Pursue him, and entreate him to a peace:
+He hath not told vs of the Captaine yet,
+When that is knowne, and golden time conuents
+A solemne Combination shall be made
+Of our deere soules. Meane time sweet sister,
+We will not part from hence. Cesario come
+(For so you shall be while you are a man:)
+But when in other habites you are seene,
+Orsino's Mistris, and his fancies Queene.
+
+Exeunt.
+
+  Clowne sings .
+When that I was and a little tine boy,
+with hey, ho, the winde and the raine:
+A foolish thing was but a toy,
+for the raine it raineth euery day.
+But when I came to mans estate,
+with hey ho, &c.
+Gainst Knaues and Theeues men shut their gate,
+for the raine, &c.
+But when I came alas to wiue,
+with hey ho, &c.
+By swaggering could I neuer thriue,
+for the raine, &c.
+But when I came vnto my beds,
+with hey ho, &c.
+With tospottes still had drunken heades,
+for the raine, &c.
+A great while ago the world begon,
+hey ho, &c.
+But that's all one, our Play is done,
+and wee'l striue to please you euery day.
+
+FINIS.
+
+
+*** END OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK 2247 ***