Act Ii.

SCENE I. The sea-coast.

Enter ANTONIO and SEBASTIAN.

Ant. Will you stay no longer? nor will you not that I go with you?

Seb. By your patience, no. My stars shine darkly over me: the malignancy of my fate might perhaps distemper yours; therefore I shall crave of you your leave that I may 5 bear my evils alone: it were a bad recompense for your love, to lay any of them on you.

Ant. Let me yet know of you whither you are bound.

Seb. No, sooth, sir: my determinate voyage is mere extravagancy. But I perceive in you so excellent a touch 10 of modesty, that you will not extort from me what I am willing to keep in; therefore it charges me in manners the rather to express myself. You must know of me then, Antonio, my name is Sebastian, which I called Roderigo. My father was that Sebastian of Messaline, whom I know 15 you have heard of. He left behind him myself and a sister, both born in an hour: if the heavens had been pleased, would we had so ended! but you, sir, altered that; for some hour before you took me from the breach of the sea was my sister drowned. 20

Ant. Alas the day!

Seb. A lady, sir, though it was said she much resembled me, was yet of many accounted beautiful: but, though I could not with such estimable wonder overfar believe that, yet thus far I will boldly publish her; she bore a 25 mind that envy could not but call fair. She is drowned already, sir, with salt water, though I seem to drown her remembrance again with more.

Ant. Pardon me, sir, your bad entertainment.

Seb. O good Antonio, forgive me your trouble. 30

Ant. If you will not murder me for my love, let me be your servant.

Seb. If you will not undo what you have done, that is, kill him whom you have recovered, desire it not. Fare ye well at once: my bosom is full of kindness, and I am yet 35 so near the manners of my mother, that upon the least occasion more mine eyes will tell tales of me. I am bound to the Count Orsino's court: farewell. [Exit.

Ant. The gentleness of all the gods go with thee! I have many enemies in Orsino's court, 40 Else would I very shortly see thee there. But, come what may, I do adore thee so, That danger shall seem sport, and I will go. [Exit.

LINENOTES:

SCENE I. The sea-coast.] Capell. The street. Rowe.

I shall crave] I crave Rowe.

sooth] in sooth Johnson. 'sooth Capell.

Roderigo] Collier. Rodorigo Ff.

Messaline] Metelin Hanmer. Mitylene Capell conj.

an] F1 F2. one F3 F4.

hour] houre F1 F2. houres F3. hours F4.

breach] beach Grey conj.

though] who, tho' Hanmer.

not ... overfar] not overfar Warburton conj. not with self-estimation wander so far Collier (Collier MS.). not with such estimators wander overfar to Singer MS. not with such estimate wander overfar to Bailey conj.

with ... wonder] Omit as spurious. Warburton conj.

envy could not but] envy itself would Capell conj.

Count] Duke Rowe.

many] F1 F2. made F3 F4.

SCENE II. A street.

Enter VIOLA, MALVOLIO following.

Mal. Were not you even now with the Countess Olivia?

Vio. Even now, sir; on a moderate pace I have since arrived but hither.

Mal. She returns this ring to you, sir: you might have saved me my pains, to have taken it away yourself. She 5 adds, moreover, that you should put your lord into a desperate assurance she will none of him: and one thing more, that you be never so hardy to come again in his affairs, unless it be to report your lord's taking of this. Receive it so. 10

Vio. She took the ring of me: I'll none of it.

Mal. Come, sir, you peevishly threw it to her; and her will is, it should be so returned: if it be worth stooping for, there it lies in your eye; if not, be it his that finds it. [Exit.

Vio. I left no ring with her: what means this lady? 15 Fortune forbid my outside have not charm'd her! She made good view of me; indeed, so much, That methought her eyes had lost her tongue, For she did speak in starts distractedly. She loves me, sure; the cunning of her passion 20 Invites me in this churlish messenger. None of my lord's ring! why, he sent her none. I am the man: if it be so, as 'tis, Poor lady, she were better love a dream. Disguise, I see, thou art a wickedness, 25 Wherein the pregnant enemy does much. How easy is it for the proper-false In women's waxen hearts to set their forms! Alas, our frailty is the cause, not we! For such as we are made of, such we be. 30 How will this fadge? my master loves her dearly; And I, poor monster, fond as much on him; And she, mistaken, seems to dote on me. What will become of this? As I am man, My state is desperate for my master's love; 35 As I am woman,--now alas the day!-- What thriftless sighs shall poor Olivia breathe! O time! thou must untangle this, not I; It is too hard a knot for me to untie! [Exit.

LINENOTES:

SCENE II. Enter....] Enter V. and M. at severall doores. Ff.

even, ev'n Ff. e'en Rowe.

sir:] sir; for being your Lord's she'll none of it. Hanmer.

the ring of me: I'll] the ring of me, Ile Ff (I'le F3 F4). the ring of me! I'll Malone (Anon. conj.). no ring of me; I'll Malone conj. this ring of me! She'll Id. conj.

have not] should have Hanmer.

That] F1. That sure F2 F3 F4. That oft] Jackson conj. That, as Anon. conj.

That ... her] Methought her eager Seymour conj.

had lost] did let Hanmer. had crost Warburton. had los'd Becket conj.

None ... none.] This line is transposed by Hanmer to the beginning of the speech.

I am the] I should be Hanmer.

man: if it be so, as 'tis,] man, if ... so, as tis, F1. man, if ... so as tis, F2 ('tis, F3 F4). man, if ... so: as 'tis, Hanmer. if it be so, (as, 'tis;) Theobald.

proper-false] Malone. proper false Ff.

our] F2 F3 F4. O F1.

made of, such] Rann (Tyrwhitt conj.). made, if such Ff. made, ev'n such Hanmer. See note (VI).

monster] minister Hanmer.

man] a man F3 F4.

to untie] t'unty Ff.

SCENE III. OLIVIA'S house.

Enter SIR TOBY and SIR ANDREW.

Sir To. Approach, Sir Andrew: not to be a-bed after midnight is to be up betimes; and 'diluculo surgere,' thou know'st,--

Sir And. Nay, by my troth, I know not: but I know, to be up late is to be up late. 5

Sir To. A false conclusion: I hate it as an unfilled can. To be up after midnight and to go to bed then, is early: so that to go to bed after midnight is to go to bed betimes. Does not our life consist of the four elements?

Sir And. Faith, so they say; but I think it rather 10 consists of eating and drinking.

Sir To. Thou'rt a scholar; let us therefore eat and drink. Marian, I say! a stoup of wine!

Enter Clown.

Sir And. Here comes the fool, i'faith.

Clo. How now, my hearts! did you never see the picture 15 of 'we three'?

Sir To. Welcome, ass. Now let's have a catch.

Sir And. By my troth, the fool has an excellent breast. I had rather than forty shillings I had such a leg, and so sweet a breath to sing, as the fool has. In sooth, thou wast 20 in very gracious fooling last night, when thou spokest of Pigrogromitus, of the Vapians passing the equinoctial of Queubus: 'twas very good, i'faith. I sent thee sixpence for thy leman: hadst it?

Clo. I did impeticos thy gratillity; for Malvolio's nose 25 is no whipstock: my lady has a white hand, and the Myrmidons are no bottle-ale houses.

Sir And. Excellent! why, this is the best fooling, when all is done. Now, a song.

Sir To. Come on; there is sixpence for you: let's have 30 a song.

Sir And. There's a testril of me too: if one knight give a--

Clo. Would you have a love-song, or a song of good life? 35

Sir To. A love-song, a love-song.

Sir And. Ay, ay: I care not for good life.

Clo. [Sings]

O mistress mine, where are you roaming? O, stay and hear; your true love's coming, That can sing both high and low: 40 Trip no further, pretty sweeting; Journeys end in lovers meeting, Every wise man's son doth know.

Sir And. Excellent good, i' faith.

Sir To. Good, good. 45

Clo. [Sings]

What is love? 'tis not hereafter; Present mirth hath present laughter; What's to come is still unsure: In delay there lies no plenty; Then come kiss me, sweet and twenty, 50 Youth's a stuff will not endure.

Sir And. A mellifluous voice, as I am true knight.

Sir To. A contagious breath.

Sir And. Very sweet and contagious, i'faith.

Sir To. To hear by the nose, it is dulcet in contagion. 55 But shall we make the welkin dance indeed? shall we rouse the night-owl in a catch that will draw three souls out of one weaver? shall we do that?

Sir And. An you love me, let's do't: I am dog at a catch. 60

Clo. By'r lady, sir, and some dogs will catch well.

Sir And. Most certain. Let our catch be, 'Thou knave.'

Clo. 'Hold thy peace, thou knave,' knight? I shall be constrained in't to call thee knave, knight. 65

Sir And. 'Tis not the first time I have constrained one to call me knave. Begin, fool: it begins 'Hold thy peace.'

Clo. I shall never begin if I hold my peace.

Sir And. Good, i'faith. Come, begin. [Catch sung.

Enter MARIA.

Mar. What a caterwauling do you keep here! If my 70 lady have not called up her steward Malvolio and bid him turn you out of doors, never trust me.

Sir To. My lady's a Cataian, we are politicians, Malvolio's a Peg-a-Ramsey, and 'Three merry men be we.' Am not I consanguineous? am I not of her blood? Tillyvally. 75 Lady! [Sings] 'There dwelt a man in Babylon, lady, lady!'

Clo. Beshrew me, the knight's in admirable fooling.

Sir And. Ay, he does well enough if he be disposed, and so do I too: he does it with a better grace, but I do it more natural. 80

Sir To. [Sings] 'O, the twelfth day of December',--

Mar. For the love o' God, peace!

Enter MALVOLIO.

Mal. My masters, are you mad? or what are you? Have you no wit, manners, nor honesty, but to gabble like tinkers at this time of night? Do ye make an alehouse of 85 my lady's 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?

Sir To. We did keep time, sir, in our catches. Sneck up! 90

Mal. Sir Toby, I must be round with you. My lady bade me tell you, that, though she harbours you as her kinsman, she's nothing allied to your disorders. If you can separate yourself and your misdemeanours, you are welcome to the house; if not, an it would please you to 95 take leave of her, she is very willing to bid you farewell.

Sir To. 'Farewell, dear heart, since I must needs be gone.'

Mar. Nay, good Sir Toby.

Clo. 'His eyes do show his days are almost done.'

Mal. Is't even so? 100

Sir To. 'But I will never die.'

Clo. Sir Toby, there you lie.

Mal. This is much credit to you.

Sir To. 'Shall I bid him go?'

Clo. 'What an if you do?' 105

Sir To. 'Shall I bid him go, and spare not?'

Clo. 'O no, no, no, no, you dare not.'

Sir To. Out o' tune, sir: ye lie. Art any more than a steward? Dost thou think, because thou art virtuous, there shall be no more cakes and ale? 110

Clo. Yes, by Saint Anne, and ginger shall be hot i' the mouth too.

Sir To. Thou'rt i' the right. Go, sir, rub your chain with crums. A stoup of wine, Maria!

Mal. Mistress Mary, if you prized my lady's favour at 115 any thing more than contempt, you would not give means for this uncivil rule: she shall know of it, by this hand. [Exit.

Mar. Go shake your ears.

Sir And. 'Twere as good a deed as to drink when a man's a-hungry, to challenge him the field, and then to 120 break promise with him and make a fool of him.

Sir To. Do't, knight: I'll write thee a challenge; or I'll deliver thy indignation to him by word of mouth.

Mar. Sweet Sir Toby, be patient for to-night: since the youth of the count's was to-day with my lady, she is 125 much out of quiet. For Monsieur Malvolio, let me alone with him: if I do not gull him into a nayword, and make him a common recreation, do not think I have wit enough to lie straight in my bed: I know I can do it.

Sir To. Possess us, possess us; tell us something of 130 him.

Mar. Marry, sir, sometimes he is a kind of puritan.

Sir And. O, if I thought that, I'ld beat him like a dog!

Sir To. What, for being a puritan? thy exquisite reason, dear knight? 135

Sir And. I have no exquisite reason for't, but I have reason good enough.

Mar. The devil a puritan that he is, or any thing constantly, but a time-pleaser; an affectioned ass, that cons state without book and utters it by great swarths: the best 140 persuaded of himself, so crammed, as he thinks, with excellencies, that it is his grounds of faith that all that look on him love him; and on that vice in him will my revenge find notable cause to work.

Sir To. What wilt thou do? 145

Mar. I will drop in his way some obscure epistles of love; wherein, by the colour of his beard, the shape of his leg, the manner of his gait, the expressure of his eye, forehead, and complexion, he shall find himself most feelingly personated. I can write very like my lady your niece: on 150 a forgotten matter we can hardly make distinction of our hands.

Sir To. Excellent! I smell a device.

Sir And. I have 't in my nose too.

Sir To. He shall think, by the letters that thou wilt 155 drop, that they come from my niece, and that she's in love with him.

Mar. My purpose is, indeed, a horse of that colour.

Sir And. And your horse now would make him an ass.

Mar. Ass, I doubt not. 160

Sir And. O, 'twill be admirable!

Mar. Sport royal, I warrant you: I know my physic will work with him. I will plant you two, and let the fool make a third, where he shall find the letter: observe his construction of it. For this night, to bed, and dream on 165 the event. Farewell. [Exit.

Sir To. Good night, Penthesilea.

Sir And. Before me, she's a good wench.

Sir To. She's a beagle, true-bred, and one that adores me: what o' that? 170

Sir And. I was adored once too.

Sir To. Let's to bed, knight. Thou hadst need send for more money.

Sir And. If I cannot recover your niece, I am a foul way out. 175

Sir To. Send for money, knight: if thou hast her not i' the end, call me cut.

Sir And. If I do not, never trust me, take it how you will.

Sir To. Come, come, I'll go burn some sack; 'tis too 180 late to go to bed now: come, knight; come, knight. [Exeunt.

LINENOTES:

SCENE III. OLIVIA'S house.] Rowe.

diluculo] Rowe. Deliculo F1. Diliculo F2 F3 F4.

know'st,--] Theobald. know'st. Ff.

Does ... life] Rowe (ed. 2). Does ... lives Ff. Do ... lives Malone.

Thou'rt Capell. Th'art Ff. Thou art Steevens.

Marian] Maria Pope.

stoup] stoope F1 F2 F3. stoop F4.

breast] breath L. H. apud Theobald conj.

Pigrogromitus] Pigrogomitus Boswell.

leman] Theobald. Lemon Ff.

impeticos thy gratillity] impeticoat thy gratuity Rann (Johnson conj.).

Myrmidons] Theobald. Mermidons Ff. Mirmidons Pope.

give a--] See note (VII).

and hear;] and heare, F1 F2. and hear, F3 F4. for here Collier MS.

lovers] lovers' Warburton.

love?] Pope, love, Ff.

delay] decay Warburton.

Then come kiss me] Come, a kiss then Johnson conj.

true] a true Rowe.

souls] sols (i.e. sous) Jackson conj.

An] Pope. And Ff.

dog] dogge F1 F2. a dog F3 F4.

knight?] Capell. knight. Ff.

SCENE IV. Pope.

am I not] am not I F3 F4.

O] O' S. Walker conj.

the twelfth] the twelfe F1 F2. twelf F3 F4.

ye] you Hanmer.

coziers'] cottiers Warburton.

though] F1 F2. om. F3 F4.

kinsman] uncle Rowe (ed. 2).

an] Rowe (ed. 2). and Ff.

See note (VIII).

Mar.] Mal. Steevens.

never] nevery F2.

an] Theobald, and Ff.

no, no, no, no] no, no, no Theobald.

tune, sir:] tune sir, Ff. time, sir? Theobald, tune!--sir, Collier. tune, sir? Staunton.

Art] Art thou Rowe.

Thou'rt] Rowe. Th'art Ff.

chain] chin Johnson conj.

stoup] stope Ff. stoop Rowe.

the field] to the field Rowe (ed. 2.)

the youth] that youth Collier MS.

count's] Duke's Rowe.

a nayword] Rowe. an ayword Ff. a byeword L.H. apud Theobald conj.

Sir To.] Sir And. S. Walker conj.

puritan] a puritan Hanmer.

affectioned] affected Hanmer.

state without book] stale wit out of books Anon. conj.

swarths] swaths Collier.

grounds] F1. ground F2 F3 F4.

letters] letter Collier MS.

they come] it comes Collier MS.

she's] she is F4.

Sir And.] Sir To. Harness (Tyrwhitt conj.).

Ass, I] As I S. Walker conj.

with him] him him Rowe (ed. 2).

his] F1. this F2 F3 F4.

SCENE IV. The DUKE'S palace.

Enter DUKE, VIOLA, CURIO, and others.

Duke. Give me some music. Now, good morrow, friends. Now, good Cesario, but that piece of song, That old and antique song we heard last night: Methought it did relieve my passion much, More than light airs and recollected terms 5 Of these most brisk and giddy-paced times: Come, but one verse.

Cur. He is not here, so please your lordship, that should sing it.

Duke. Who was it? 10

Cur. Feste, the jester, my lord; a fool that the lady Olivia's father took much delight in. He is about the house.

Duke. Seek him out, and play the tune the while. [Exit Curio. Music plays.

Come hither, boy: if ever thou shalt love, In the sweet pangs of it remember me; 15 For such as I am all true lovers are, Unstaid and skittish in all motions else, Save in the constant image of the creature That is beloved. How dost thou like this tune?

Vio. It gives a very echo to the seat 20 Where Love is throned.

Duke. Thou dost speak masterly: My life upon't, young though thou art, thine eye Hath stay'd upon some favour that it loves: Hath it not, boy?

Vio. A little, by your favour. 25

Duke. What kind of woman is't?

Vio. Of your complexion.

Duke. She is not worth thee, then. What years, i' faith?

Vio. About your years, my lord.

Duke. Too old, by heaven: let still the woman take An elder than herself; so wears she to him, 30 So sways she level in her husband's heart: For, boy, however we do praise ourselves, Our fancies are more giddy and unfirm, More longing, wavering, sooner lost and worn, Than women's are.

Vio. I think it well, my lord. 35

Duke. Then let thy love be younger than thyself, Or thy affection cannot hold the bent; For women are as roses, whose fair flower Being once display'd, doth fall that very hour.

Vio. And so they are: alas, that they are so; 40 To die, even when they to perfection grow!

Re-enter CURIO and Clown.

Duke. O, fellow, come, the song we had last night. Mark it, Cesario, it is old and plain; The spinsters and the knitters in the sun And the free maids that weave their thread with bones 45 Do use to chant it: it is silly sooth, And dallies with the innocence of love, Like the old age.

Clo. Are you ready, sir?

Duke. Ay; prithee, sing. [Music. 50

SONG.

Clo. Come away, come away, death, And in sad cypress let me be laid; Fly away, fly away, breath; I am slain by a fair cruel maid. My shroud of white, stuck all with yew, 55 O, prepare it! My part of death, no one so true Did share it.

Not a flower, not a flower sweet, On my black coffin let there be strown; 60 Not a friend, not a friend greet My poor corpse, where my bones shall be thrown: A thousand thousand sighs to save, Lay me, O, where Sad true lover never find my grave, 65 To weep there!

Duke. There's for thy pains.

Clo. No pains, sir; I take pleasure in singing, sir.

Duke. I'll pay thy pleasure then.

Clo. Truly, sir, and pleasure will be paid, one time or 70 another.

Duke. Give me now leave to leave thee.

Clo. Now, the melancholy god protect thee; and the tailor make thy doublet of changeable taffeta, for thy mind is a very opal. I would have men of such constancy put 75 to sea, that their business might be every thing and their intent every where; for that's it that always makes a good voyage of nothing. Farewell. [Exit.

Duke. Let all the rest give place. [Curio and Attendants retire. Once more, Cesario, Get thee to yond same sovereign cruelty: 80 Tell her, my love, more noble than the world, Prizes not quantity of dirty lands; The parts that fortune hath bestow'd upon her, Tell her, I hold as giddily as fortune; But 'tis that miracle and queen of gems 85 That nature pranks her in attracts my soul.

Vio. But if she cannot love you, sir?

Duke. I cannot be so answer'd.

Vio. Sooth, but you must. Say that some lady, as perhaps there is, Hath for your love as great a pang of heart 90 As you have for Olivia: you cannot love her; You tell her so; must she not then be answer'd?

Duke. There is no woman's sides Can bide the beating of so strong a passion As love doth give my heart; no woman's heart 95 So big, to hold so much; they lack retention. Alas, their love may be call'd appetite,-- No motion of the liver, but the palate,-- That suffer surfeit, cloyment and revolt; But mine is all as hungry as the sea, 100 And can digest as much: make no compare Between that love a woman can bear me And that I owe Olivia.

Vio. Ay, but I know,--

Duke. What dost thou know?

Vio. Too well what love women to men may owe: 105 In faith, they are as true of heart as we. My father had a daughter loved a man, As it might be, perhaps, were I a woman, I should your lordship.

Duke. And what's her history?

Vio. A blank, my lord. She never told her love, 110 But let concealment, like a worm i' the bud, Feed on her damask cheek: she pined in thought; And with a green and yellow melancholy She sat like patience on a monument, Smiling at grief. Was not this love indeed? 115 We men may say more, swear more: but indeed Our shows are more than will; for still we prove Much in our vows, but little in our love.

Duke. But died thy sister of her love, my boy?

Vio. I am all the daughters of my father's house, 120 And all the brothers too: and yet I know not. Sir, shall I to this lady?

Duke. Ay, that's the theme. To her in haste; give her this jewel; say, My love can give no place, bide no denay. [Exeunt.

LINENOTES:

SCENE IV.] SCENE V. Pope.

THE DUKE'S palace.] The Palace. Rowe.

terms] tunes Knight conj.

Seek] Go, seek Capell.

motions] notions Warburton (Theobald conj.). See note (IX).

to the seat] from the seat Warburton.

worn] F4. worne F1 F2 F3. won Hanmer.

Re-enter....] Enter.... Ff.

free] fair Grey conj.

dallies] tallies Warburton.

Ay; prithee] Ay; pr'ythee Capell. I prethee Ff.

Fly ... fly] Rowe. Fye ... fie F1

F2. Fie ... fie F3 F4.

O, prepare] Prepare Pope.

O, where] where Pope.

Sad] om. Pope.

true lover] true-love Capell.

never] ne'er Rann.

another] other Rowe.

Give me ... thee] I give thee ... me Harness.

Clo.] Duk. F2.

every where] no where Warburton.

SCENE VI. Pope.

pranks her in] pranks, her mind, Warburton. pranks in her Jackson conj.

I] Hanmer. It Ff.

suffer] suffers Rowe.

digest] disgest F2.

And what's] What's Pope.

a green and yellow] agrein and hallow Becket conj.

sat like ... monument,] sat, like ... monument Hunter conj.

My] F1 F3 F4. Thy F2.

SCENE V. OLIVIA'S garden.

Enter SIR TOBY, SIR ANDREW, and FABIAN.

Sir To. Come thy ways, Signior Fabian.

Fab. Nay, I'll come: if I lose a scruple of this sport, let me be boiled to death with melancholy.

Sir To. Wouldst thou not be glad to have the niggardly rascally sheep-biter come by some notable shame? 5

Fab. I would exult, man: you know, he brought me out o' favour with my lady about a bear-baiting here.

Sir To. To anger him we'll have the bear again; and we will fool him black and blue: shall we not, Sir Andrew?

Sir And. An we do not, it is pity of our lives. 10

Sir To. Here comes the little villain.

Enter MARIA.

How now, my metal of India!

Mar. Get ye all three into the box-tree: Malvolio's coming down this walk: he has been yonder i' the sun practising behaviour to his own shadow this half hour: observe 15 him, for the love of mockery; for I know this letter will make a contemplative idiot of him. Close, in the name of jesting! Lie thou there [throws down a letter]; for here comes the trout that must be caught with tickling. [Exit. 20

Enter MALVOLIO.

Mal. 'Tis but fortune; all is fortune. Maria once told me she did affect me: and I have heard herself come thus near, that, should she fancy, it should be one of my complexion. Besides, she uses me with a more exalted respect than any one else that follows her. What should I think 25 on't?

Sir To. Here's an overweening rogue!

Fab. O, peace! Contemplation makes a rare turkey-cock of him: how he jets under his advanced plumes!

Sir And. 'Slight, I could so beat the rogue! 30

Sir To. Peace, I say.

Mal. To be Count Malvolio!

Sir To. Ah, rogue!

Sir And. Pistol him, pistol him.

Sir To. Peace, peace! 35

Mal. There is example for't; the lady of the Strachy married the yeoman of the wardrobe.

Sir And. Fie on him, Jezebel!

Fab. O, peace! now he's deeply in: look how imagination blows him. 40

Mal. Having been three months married to her, sitting in my state,--

Sir To. O, for a stone-bow, to hit him in the eye!

Mal. Calling my officers about me, in my branched velvet gown; having come from a day-bed, where I have 45 left Olivia sleeping,--

Sir To. Fire and brimstone!

Fab. O, peace, peace!

Mal. And then to have the humour of state; and after a demure travel of regard, telling them I know my place as I 50 would they should do theirs, to ask for my kinsman Toby,--

Sir To. Bolts and shackles!

Fab. O, peace, peace, peace! now, now.

Mal. Seven of my people, with an obedient start, make out for him: I frown the while; and perchance wind 55 up my watch, or play with my--some rich jewel. Toby approaches; courtesies there to me,--

Sir To. Shall this fellow live?

Fab. Though our silence be drawn from us with cars, yet peace. 60

Mal. I extend my hand to him thus, quenching my familiar smile with an austere regard of control,--

Sir To. And does not Toby take you a blow o' the lips then?

Mal. Saying, 'Cousin Toby, my fortunes having cast 65 me on your niece give me this prerogative of speech,'--

Sir To. What, what?

Mal. 'You must amend your drunkenness.'

Sir To. Out, scab!

Fab. Nay, patience, or we break the sinews of our plot. 70

Mal. 'Besides, you waste the treasure of your time with a foolish knight,'--

Sir And. That's me, I warrant you.

Mal. 'One Sir Andrew,'--

Sir And. I knew 'twas I; for many do call me fool. 75

Mal. What employment have we here? [Taking up the letter.

Fab. Now is the woodcock near the gin.

Sir To. O, peace! and the spirit of humours intimate reading aloud to him!

Mal. By my life, this is my lady's hand: these be her 80 very C's, her U's and her T's; and thus makes she her great P's. It is, in contempt of question, her hand.

Sir And. Her C's, her U's and her T's: why that?

Mal. [reads] To the unknown beloved, this, and my good wishes:--her very phrases! By your leave, wax. Soft! 85 and the impressure her Lucrece, with which she uses to seal: 'tis my lady. To whom should this be?

Fab. This wins him, liver and all.

Mal. [reads] Jove knows I love: But who? 90 Lips, do not move; No man must know. 'No man must know.' What follows? the numbers altered! 'No man must know:' if this should be thee, Malvolio?

Sir To. Marry, hang thee, brock! 95

Mal. [reads] I may command where I adore; But silence, like a Lucrece knife, With bloodless stroke my heart doth gore: M, O, A, I, doth sway my life.

Fab. A fustian riddle! 100

Sir 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 o' poison has she dressed him!

Sir To. And with what wing the staniel checks at it! 105

Mal. 'I may command where I adore.' Why, she may command me: I serve her; she is my lady. Why, this is evident to any formal capacity; there is no obstruction in this: and the end,--what should that alphabetical position portend? If I could make that resemble something 110 in me,--Softly! M, O, A, I,--

Sir To. O, ay, make up that: he is now at a cold scent.

Fab. Sowter will cry upon't for all this, though it be as rank as a fox.

Mal. M,--Malvolio; M,--why, that begins my name. 115

Fab. Did not I say he would work it out? the cur is excellent at faults.

Mal. M,--but then there is no consonancy in the sequel; that suffers under probation: A should follow, but O does.

Fab. And O shall end, I hope. 120

Sir To. Ay, or I'll cudgel him, and make him cry O!

Mal. And then I comes behind.

Fab. Ay, an you had any eye behind you, you might see more detraction at your heels than fortunes before you.

Mal. M, O, A, I; this simulation is not as the former: 125 and yet, to crush this a little, it would bow to me, for every one of these letters are in my name. Soft! here follows prose.

THE FORTUNATE-UNHAPPY.

Daylight and champain discovers not more: this is open. I will be proud, I will read politic authors, I will baffle Sir Toby, I will wash off gross acquaintance, I will be point-devise the very man. I do not now fool myself, to let imagination 145 jade me; for every reason excites to this, that my lady loves me. She did commend my yellow stockings of late, she did praise my leg being cross-gartered; and in this she manifests herself to my love, and with a kind of injunction drives me to these habits of her liking. I thank my stars I 150 am happy. I will be strange, stout, in yellow stockings, and cross-gartered, even with the swiftness of putting on. Jove and my stars be praised! Here is yet a postscript.

Jove, I thank thee: I will smile; I will do every thing that thou wilt have me. [Exit.

Fab. I will not give my part of this sport for a pension of thousands to be paid from the Sophy. 160

Sir To. I could marry this wench for this device.

Sir And. So could I too.

Sir To. And ask no other dowry with her but such another jest.

Sir And. Nor I neither. 165

Fab. Here comes my noble gull-catcher.

Re-enter MARIA.

Sir To. Wilt thou set thy foot o' my neck?

Sir And. Or o' mine either?

Sir To. Shall I play my freedom at tray-trip, and become thy bond-slave? 170

Sir And. I' faith, or I either?

Sir To. Why, thou hast put him in such a dream, that when the image of it leaves him he must run mad.

Mar. Nay, but say true; does it work upon him?

Sir To. Like aqua-vitæ with a midwife. 175

Mar. If you will then see the fruits of the sport, mark his first approach before my lady: he will come to her in yellow stockings, and 'tis a colour she abhors, and cross-gartered, a fashion she detests; and he will smile upon her, which will now be so unsuitable to her disposition, being 180 addicted to a melancholy as she is, that it cannot but turn him into a notable contempt. If you will see it, follow me.

Sir To. To the gates of Tartar, thou most excellent devil of wit!

Sir And. I'll make one too. [Exeunt. 185

LINENOTES:

SCENE V.] SCENE VII. Pope.

OLIVIA'S garden.] Pope.

boiled] broiled Grey conj.

O'] Of Rowe.

An] Pope. And Ff.

it is] 'tis Rowe (ed. 1). it's Id. (ed. 2).

Enter M.] Ff (after line 10).

metal] Malone. Mettle F1. Nettle F2 F3 F4.

SCENE VIII. Pope.

'Slight] F3 F4. Slight F1 F2. 'Slife Rowe.

Strachy] Stratarch Hanmer. Trachy Warburton. Trachyne Capell conj. Straccio Smith conj. Starchy Steevens conj. Stitchery Becket conj. Stratico R.P. Knight conj. Astrakhan C. Knight conj. Strozzi Collier conj. Stracci Lloyd conj. Sophy or Saucery or Satrape Anon. apud Halliwell conj.

the wardrobe] her wardrobe Capell conj.

him] her Lloyd conj.

humour] honour Collier MS.

kinsman] uncle Rowe (ed. 2).

my--some] Collier. my some F1 F2. some F3 F4.

Though ... cars] Silence! though our ears be withdrawn from us Becket conj.

with cars] F1. with cares F2 F3 F4. by th' ears Hanmer. with carts Johnson conj. with cables Tyrwhitt conj. with cats Jackson conj. with tears Singer conj. with racks S. Walker conj. with cords Grant White. with screws Bailey conj. with cart-ropes Hunter conj. with curs Anon. conj.

Cousin] Ff. Uncle Rowe (ed. 2).

employment] implement Hanmer (Theobald conj.).

and] now Rowe.

Soft!] Rowe. Soft, Ff.

But who?] Alas! but who? Hanmer.

Lips,] Edd. (Capell MS.). Lips Ff.

numbers altered!] Capell. numbers alter'd: Ff. number's alter'd Rowe (ed. 2). numbers alter Hanmer.

Lucrece knife] Rowe (ed. 2). Lucresse knife F1 F2. Lucress wife F3 F4. Lucrece' knife Dyce (S. Walker conj.).

let me see, let me see, let me see] let me see, let me see F3 F4.

o'] Dyce. a F1 F2. of F3 F4.

staniel] Hanmer. stallion Ff. falcon Collier MS.

portend? ... me,--] Capell. portend, ... me? Ff. portend. ... me? Rowe (ed. 1). portend? ... me? Id. (ed. 2). portend? ... me. Hanmer.

make up] make out Hanmer. take up Anon. conj.

be] ben't Hanmer.

M, Malvolio ... name] M,-- why ... name. M,--Malvolio! or M,--M,--M,--why ... name Edd. conj.

sequel;] Rowe. sequel Ff.

suffers] suffices Anon. conj.

an] Hanmer. and Ff. and if Capell conj.

simulation] similation Capell conj. MS.

bow to me] F1 F2. bow me F3 F4.

are] is Rowe (ed. 2).

born] Rowe. become Ff.

achieve] atcheeues F1. See note (X).

thrust upon'em] thrust uppon em F1. thrust upon em F2. put upon em F3. put upon them F4. thrust upon them Rowe (ed. 2).

tang] Ff. tang with Hanmer.

champain] Dyce. champian F1 F2. champion F3 F4. champaign Collier (ed. 1).

discovers not] Ff. discovers no Pope, discover no Hanmer.

politic] pollticke F1.

not now] F1. now F2 F3 F4. not Hanmer.

every] very Capell conj.

kind of] kind Capell conj.

be strange, stout] bestir me, strut Anon. conj.

stockings] stocking F2.

dear] deero F1.

So] And so Hanmer.

SCENE IX. Pope.

Re-enter M.] Enter M. Ff (after line 164).

at] at a F3 F4.

a melancholy] melancholy F3 F4.

gates of Tartar] gates Tartar F4. gates, Tartar Rowe. gates of Tartarus Collier MS.