ACT II.

LINENOTES:Scene v.]Scene vi.Pope.Olivia'shouse.]Rowe.[5]to fear]fearF3 F4.colours]collarsAnon. conj.[8]lenten]Rowe.lentonFf.[16]to be]F1.beF2 F3 F4.[18]Many]Marry, Theobald.[19]turning away]turning o' haySmith conj.turning of wheyLetherland conj.[20, 28]You]YourF2.[23]gaskins]gaskingsF4.[28][Exit.]Pope. om. Ff.[29]Scene vii.Pope.an't] Hanmer.and 'tFf.good]a goodWarburton.[34]Enter ...]Ff (after line 28). Enter O. attended. Capell.[37]you're]y'areFf.[39]madonna]MadonaFf., and passim.[46]cuckold]counsellorHanmer.[51]to say as I wear]to say, as I wereF4.as to say, as I wereRowe (ed. 1).as to say, I wearId. (ed. 2).[55]Dexteriously]DexterouslyF4.[58]mouse]museAnon. conj.answer me]answerF3 F4.[59]bide]abideSteevens (1785).[65]fool]F1 F2.fool youF3 F4.[71, 72]the better]Ff.better theRowe (ed. 2).[80]brain]brainsF3 F4.[83]these]thoseHanmer.wise men] F3 F4.wisemenF1 F2.[84]no better]to be no betterCapell.[86]guiltless]F3 F4.guitlesseF1 F2.guilelessAnon.conj.[91]leasing]learningRowe.pleasingWarburton.[93]Re-enter M.]Enter M. Ff.[95, 102]Count]DukeHanmer.[99]kinsman]uncleRowe (ed. 2).[101]Exit Maria]Capell.[103]Exit Malvolio]Ff.Now you]NowRowe.[106, 107]for,—here he comes,—]Edd.for here he comesFf.for here comesRowe (ed. 2).[107]has]that hasCollier MS.[108]Scene viii.Pope.Enter ...] Ff (aftercomes, line 107).[109]cousin]uncleRowe (ed. 2).[112]gentleman here—]Steevens.gentleman heere.F1.gentleman here.F2 F3 F4.gentleman. Here,—[belches.] Theobald.gentleman-heirWarburton.gentleman:—[hiccups.] Capell.[113]herring]herringsMalone.[115]Cousin, cousin]Uncle, uncleRowe.[119]an]Hanmer.andFf.[125]crowner]coronerRowe.[126]coz]uncleRowe (ed. 2).cousinCapell conj.[129]Exit.]Exit Clown. Rowe.Re-enter M.]Enter M. Ff.[130]yond]Ff.you'Capell.[138]Has]Ha'sFf.He hasPope.[139]and be]or beHanmer.to]ofReed (1803).[141]o']ofSteevens.[144]manner]F1 F2.mannersF3 F4.[149]in]e'enCapell.[155]Scene ix.Pope.Re-enter M.] Enter M. Ff.[157]Viola]Violenta.F1.... and Attendants.]Edd. om.[164]comptible]promptHanmer.domptableMason conj.[169]my]om. F3 F4.[172]fangs]phangsFf.pangsRowe (ed. 1).[184]and]and IPope.[186]not mad]madRann (Mason conj.).but madCollier (ed. 2, Staunton conj.).[187]that time of moon]Ff.the time of the moonRowe.that time of the moonPope.[192]Tell ... messenger]Oli.Tell ... mind.Vio.I ... messengerHanmer (Warburton). See note(iv).[196]taxation]F1 F2 F3.taxationsF4.olive]Rowe.OlyffeF1 F2 F3.OliffF4.[202]secret as maidenhead]sacred as maidhoodTheobald conj.maidenhead] F1.a maiden-heardF2.a maidenheadF3 F4.maidenhoodCollier MS.[203]other's]Pope (ed. 2).othersFf.[205]Exeunt M. and Attendants.]Capell. Exit M. Rowe.[208]your text]the textRowe.[218]such ... is't]such a one I wear this present: is'tTheobald (Warburton).such a one I was. This presence, is'tSteevens conj.such as once I was, this presents: is'tRann (Mason conj).such a one I was, this presentsBecket conj.such a one as I was this presents, is'tJackson conj.such a one as I was this present: is'tBoswell.such a one I was as this presents: is'tSinger conj.such a one I am at this present: is'tCollier MS.[Unveiling.]Rowe.[231]praise]'praiseSteevens (Malone).[235]Could]ShouldCollier MS.[237]adorations, fertile]adorations, fertillFf.adorations, with fertilePope.adoration's fertileRann. See note(v).[244]but]om. Pope.[249]would you?]would you do?Rowe.[252]cantons]cantosRowe (ed. 2).canzonsCapell.[254]Halloo]HallowF1.HollawF2.HollowF3 F4.reverberate]reverberantTheobald.[258, 259]You ... parentage.]As one line in Capell.[275]soft, soft!]soft;Capell.[276]master were the man]man the master wereHanmer, who ends lines[275-278]at fast ...were...catch...perfections.[281]Re-enter M.]Enter M. Ff.[283]county's]Capell.CountesF1.CountsF2 F3 F4.Duke'sRowe.left]left hereHanmer.[288]reasons for't: hie thee]F1.reasons for't: hye theeF2.reasons for't by theeF3.reason for't by theeF4.reason for't.Hye theeHanmer.[292]owe]knowLong MS.[293][Exit]Rowe. Finis, Actus primus. F1. Finis, Actus primi. F2 F3 F4.

LINENOTES:

Scene v.]Scene vi.Pope.

Olivia'shouse.]Rowe.

[5]to fear]fearF3 F4.

colours]collarsAnon. conj.

[8]lenten]Rowe.lentonFf.

[16]to be]F1.beF2 F3 F4.

[18]Many]Marry, Theobald.

[19]turning away]turning o' haySmith conj.turning of wheyLetherland conj.

[20, 28]You]YourF2.

[23]gaskins]gaskingsF4.

[28][Exit.]Pope. om. Ff.

[29]Scene vii.Pope.

an't] Hanmer.and 'tFf.

good]a goodWarburton.

[34]Enter ...]Ff (after line 28). Enter O. attended. Capell.

[37]you're]y'areFf.

[39]madonna]MadonaFf., and passim.

[46]cuckold]counsellorHanmer.

[51]to say as I wear]to say, as I wereF4.as to say, as I wereRowe (ed. 1).as to say, I wearId. (ed. 2).

[55]Dexteriously]DexterouslyF4.

[58]mouse]museAnon. conj.

answer me]answerF3 F4.

[59]bide]abideSteevens (1785).

[65]fool]F1 F2.fool youF3 F4.

[71, 72]the better]Ff.better theRowe (ed. 2).

[80]brain]brainsF3 F4.

[83]these]thoseHanmer.

wise men] F3 F4.wisemenF1 F2.

[84]no better]to be no betterCapell.

[86]guiltless]F3 F4.guitlesseF1 F2.guilelessAnon.conj.

[91]leasing]learningRowe.pleasingWarburton.

[93]Re-enter M.]Enter M. Ff.

[95, 102]Count]DukeHanmer.

[99]kinsman]uncleRowe (ed. 2).

[101]Exit Maria]Capell.

[103]Exit Malvolio]Ff.

Now you]NowRowe.

[106, 107]for,—here he comes,—]Edd.for here he comesFf.for here comesRowe (ed. 2).

[107]has]that hasCollier MS.

[108]Scene viii.Pope.

Enter ...] Ff (aftercomes, line 107).

[109]cousin]uncleRowe (ed. 2).

[112]gentleman here—]Steevens.gentleman heere.F1.gentleman here.F2 F3 F4.gentleman. Here,—[belches.] Theobald.gentleman-heirWarburton.gentleman:—[hiccups.] Capell.

[113]herring]herringsMalone.

[115]Cousin, cousin]Uncle, uncleRowe.

[119]an]Hanmer.andFf.

[125]crowner]coronerRowe.

[126]coz]uncleRowe (ed. 2).cousinCapell conj.

[129]Exit.]Exit Clown. Rowe.

Re-enter M.]Enter M. Ff.

[130]yond]Ff.you'Capell.

[138]Has]Ha'sFf.He hasPope.

[139]and be]or beHanmer.

to]ofReed (1803).

[141]o']ofSteevens.

[144]manner]F1 F2.mannersF3 F4.

[149]in]e'enCapell.

[155]Scene ix.Pope.

Re-enter M.] Enter M. Ff.

[157]Viola]Violenta.F1.

... and Attendants.]Edd. om.

[164]comptible]promptHanmer.domptableMason conj.

[169]my]om. F3 F4.

[172]fangs]phangsFf.pangsRowe (ed. 1).

[184]and]and IPope.

[186]not mad]madRann (Mason conj.).but madCollier (ed. 2, Staunton conj.).

[187]that time of moon]Ff.the time of the moonRowe.that time of the moonPope.

[192]Tell ... messenger]Oli.Tell ... mind.Vio.I ... messengerHanmer (Warburton). See note(iv).

[196]taxation]F1 F2 F3.taxationsF4.

olive]Rowe.OlyffeF1 F2 F3.OliffF4.

[202]secret as maidenhead]sacred as maidhoodTheobald conj.

maidenhead] F1.a maiden-heardF2.a maidenheadF3 F4.maidenhoodCollier MS.

[203]other's]Pope (ed. 2).othersFf.

[205]Exeunt M. and Attendants.]Capell. Exit M. Rowe.

[208]your text]the textRowe.

[218]such ... is't]such a one I wear this present: is'tTheobald (Warburton).such a one I was. This presence, is'tSteevens conj.such as once I was, this presents: is'tRann (Mason conj).such a one I was, this presentsBecket conj.such a one as I was this presents, is'tJackson conj.such a one as I was this present: is'tBoswell.such a one I was as this presents: is'tSinger conj.such a one I am at this present: is'tCollier MS.

[Unveiling.]Rowe.

[231]praise]'praiseSteevens (Malone).

[235]Could]ShouldCollier MS.

[237]adorations, fertile]adorations, fertillFf.adorations, with fertilePope.adoration's fertileRann. See note(v).

[244]but]om. Pope.

[249]would you?]would you do?Rowe.

[252]cantons]cantosRowe (ed. 2).canzonsCapell.

[254]Halloo]HallowF1.HollawF2.HollowF3 F4.

reverberate]reverberantTheobald.

[258, 259]You ... parentage.]As one line in Capell.

[275]soft, soft!]soft;Capell.

[276]master were the man]man the master wereHanmer, who ends lines

[275-278]at fast ...were...catch...perfections.

[281]Re-enter M.]Enter M. Ff.

[283]county's]Capell.CountesF1.CountsF2 F3 F4.Duke'sRowe.

left]left hereHanmer.

[288]reasons for't: hie thee]F1.reasons for't: hye theeF2.reasons for't by theeF3.reason for't by theeF4.reason for't.Hye theeHanmer.

[292]owe]knowLong MS.

[293][Exit]Rowe. Finis, Actus primus. F1. Finis, Actus primi. F2 F3 F4.

EnterAntonioandSebastian.Ant.Will you stay nolonger? nor will you not thatI go with you?Seb.By your patience, no. My stars shine darkly overme: the malignancy of my fate might perhaps distemper5yours; thereforeI shall craveof you your leave that I maybear my evils alone: it were a bad recompense for yourlove, 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 mere10extravagancy. But I perceive in you so excellent a touchof modesty, that you will not extort from me what I amwilling to keep in; therefore it charges me in manners therather to express myself. You must know of me then,Antonio, my name is Sebastian, which I calledRoderigo.15My father was that Sebastian ofMessaline, whom I knowyou have heard of. He left behind him myself and asister, both born inanhour: if the heavens had beenpleased, would we had so ended! but you, sir, altered that;for somehourbefore you took me from thebreachof the20sea was my sister drowned.Ant.Alas the day!Seb.A lady, sir,thoughit was said she much resembledme, was yet of many accounted beautiful: but, thoughI couldnot with such estimable wonderoverfar believe25that, yet thus far I will boldly publish her; she bore amind thatenvy could not butcall fair. She is drownedalready, sir, with salt water, though I seem to drown herremembrance again with more.Ant.Pardon me, sir, your bad entertainment.30Seb.O good Antonio, forgive me your trouble.Ant.If you will not murder me for my love, let mebe your servant.Seb.If you will not undo what you have done, that is,kill him whom you have recovered, desire it not. Fare ye35well at once: my bosom is full of kindness, and I am yetso near the manners of my mother, that upon the least occasionmore mine eyes will tell tales of me. I am boundto theCountOrsino's court: farewell.[Exit.Ant.The gentleness of all the gods go with thee!40I havemanyenemies in Orsino's court,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.

EnterAntonioandSebastian.

Ant.Will you stay nolonger? nor will you not thatI go with you?

Ant.Will you stay nolonger? nor will you not that

I go with you?

Seb.By your patience, no. My stars shine darkly overme: the malignancy of my fate might perhaps distemper5yours; thereforeI shall craveof you your leave that I maybear my evils alone: it were a bad recompense for yourlove, to lay any of them on you.

Seb.By your patience, no. My stars shine darkly over

me: the malignancy of my fate might perhaps distemper

yours; thereforeI shall craveof you your leave that I may

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 mere10extravagancy. But I perceive in you so excellent a touchof modesty, that you will not extort from me what I amwilling to keep in; therefore it charges me in manners therather to express myself. You must know of me then,Antonio, my name is Sebastian, which I calledRoderigo.15My father was that Sebastian ofMessaline, whom I knowyou have heard of. He left behind him myself and asister, both born inanhour: if the heavens had beenpleased, would we had so ended! but you, sir, altered that;for somehourbefore you took me from thebreachof the20sea was my sister drowned.

Seb.No,sooth, sir: my determinate voyage is mere

extravagancy. But I perceive in you so excellent a touch

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 calledRoderigo.

My father was that Sebastian ofMessaline, whom I know

you have heard of. He left behind him myself and a

sister, both born inanhour: if the heavens had been

pleased, would we had so ended! but you, sir, altered that;

for somehourbefore you took me from thebreachof the

sea was my sister drowned.

Ant.Alas the day!

Seb.A lady, sir,thoughit was said she much resembledme, was yet of many accounted beautiful: but, thoughI couldnot with such estimable wonderoverfar believe25that, yet thus far I will boldly publish her; she bore amind thatenvy could not butcall fair. She is drownedalready, sir, with salt water, though I seem to drown herremembrance again with more.

Seb.A lady, sir,thoughit was said she much resembled

me, was yet of many accounted beautiful: but, though

I couldnot with such estimable wonderoverfar believe

that, yet thus far I will boldly publish her; she bore a

mind thatenvy could not butcall 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.

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

Seb.O good Antonio, forgive me your trouble.

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

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 ye35well at once: my bosom is full of kindness, and I am yetso near the manners of my mother, that upon the least occasionmore mine eyes will tell tales of me. I am boundto theCountOrsino's court: farewell.[Exit.

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

so near the manners of my mother, that upon the least occasion

more mine eyes will tell tales of me. I am bound

to theCountOrsino's court: farewell.[Exit.

Ant.The gentleness of all the gods go with thee!40I havemanyenemies in Orsino's court,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.

Ant.The gentleness of all the gods go with thee!

I havemanyenemies in Orsino's court,

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.[1, 2]longer? ... with you?]longer: ... with you.F.[5]I shall crave]I craveRowe.[9]sooth]in soothJohnson.'soothCapell.[14]Roderigo]Collier.RodorigoFf.[15]Messaline]MetelinHanmer.MityleneCapell conj.[17]an]F1 F2.oneF3 F4.[19]hour]houreF1 F2.houresF3.hoursF4.[19]breach]beachGrey conj.[22]though]who, tho'Hanmer.[24]not ... overfar]not overfarWarburton conj.not with self-estimation wander so farCollier (Collier MS.).not with such estimators wander overfar toSinger MS.not with such estimate wander overfar toBailey conj.with ... wonder] Omit as spurious. Warburton conj.[26]envy could not but]envy itself wouldCapell conj.[38]Count]DukeRowe.[40]many]F1 F2.madeF3 F4.

LINENOTES:

Scene i.The sea-coast.] Capell. The street. Rowe.

[1, 2]longer? ... with you?]longer: ... with you.F.

[5]I shall crave]I craveRowe.

[9]sooth]in soothJohnson.'soothCapell.

[14]Roderigo]Collier.RodorigoFf.

[15]Messaline]MetelinHanmer.MityleneCapell conj.

[17]an]F1 F2.oneF3 F4.

[19]hour]houreF1 F2.houresF3.hoursF4.

[19]breach]beachGrey conj.

[22]though]who, tho'Hanmer.

[24]not ... overfar]not overfarWarburton conj.not with self-estimation wander so farCollier (Collier MS.).not with such estimators wander overfar toSinger MS.not with such estimate wander overfar toBailey conj.

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

[26]envy could not but]envy itself wouldCapell conj.

[38]Count]DukeRowe.

[40]many]F1 F2.madeF3 F4.

EnterViola,Malvoliofollowing.Mal.Were not youevennow with the Countess Olivia?Vio.Even now, sir; on a moderate pace I have sincearrived but hither.Mal.She returns this ring to you,sir:you might have5saved me my pains, to have taken it away yourself. Sheadds, moreover, that you should put your lord into a desperateassurance 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.Receive10it so.Vio.She tookthe ring of me: I'llnone of it.Mal.Come, sir, you peevishly threw it to her; and herwill is, it should be so returned: if it be worth stoopingfor, there it lies in your eye; if not, be it his that finds it.[Exit.15Vio.I left no ring with her: what means this lady?Fortune forbid my outsidehave notcharm'd her!She made good view of me; indeed, so much,Thatmethoughthereyeshad losther tongue,For she did speak in starts distractedly.20She loves me, sure; the cunning of her passionInvites me in this churlish messenger.Noneof my lord's ring! why, he sent her none.I am theman:if it be so, as 'tis,Poor lady, she were better love a dream.25Disguise, I see, thou art a wickedness,Wherein the pregnant enemy does much.How easy is it fortheproper-falseIn women's waxen hearts to set their forms!Alas,ourfrailty is the cause, not we!30For such as we aremade of, suchwe be.How will this fadge? my master loves her dearly;And I, poormonster, fondas much on him;And she, mistaken, seems to dote on me.What will become of this? As I amman,35My state is desperate for my master's love;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 meto untie![Exit.

EnterViola,Malvoliofollowing.

Mal.Were not youevennow with the Countess Olivia?

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

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

arrived but hither.

Mal.She returns this ring to you,sir:you might have5saved me my pains, to have taken it away yourself. Sheadds, moreover, that you should put your lord into a desperateassurance 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.Receive10it so.

Mal.She returns this ring to you,sir:you might have

saved me my pains, to have taken it away yourself. She

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.

Vio.She tookthe ring of me: I'llnone of it.

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

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.

15Vio.I left no ring with her: what means this lady?Fortune forbid my outsidehave notcharm'd her!She made good view of me; indeed, so much,Thatmethoughthereyeshad losther tongue,For she did speak in starts distractedly.20She loves me, sure; the cunning of her passionInvites me in this churlish messenger.Noneof my lord's ring! why, he sent her none.I am theman:if it be so, as 'tis,Poor lady, she were better love a dream.25Disguise, I see, thou art a wickedness,Wherein the pregnant enemy does much.How easy is it fortheproper-falseIn women's waxen hearts to set their forms!Alas,ourfrailty is the cause, not we!30For such as we aremade of, suchwe be.How will this fadge? my master loves her dearly;And I, poormonster, fondas much on him;And she, mistaken, seems to dote on me.What will become of this? As I amman,35My state is desperate for my master's love;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 meto untie![Exit.

Vio.I left no ring with her: what means this lady?

Fortune forbid my outsidehave notcharm'd her!

She made good view of me; indeed, so much,

Thatmethoughthereyeshad losther tongue,

For she did speak in starts distractedly.

She loves me, sure; the cunning of her passion

Invites me in this churlish messenger.

Noneof my lord's ring! why, he sent her none.

I am theman:if it be so, as 'tis,

Poor lady, she were better love a dream.

Disguise, I see, thou art a wickedness,

Wherein the pregnant enemy does much.

How easy is it fortheproper-false

In women's waxen hearts to set their forms!

Alas,ourfrailty is the cause, not we!

For such as we aremade of, suchwe be.

How will this fadge? my master loves her dearly;

And I, poormonster, fondas much on him;

And she, mistaken, seems to dote on me.

What will become of this? As I amman,

My state is desperate for my master's love;

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 meto untie![Exit.

LINENOTES:Scene ii.Enter....] Enter V. and M. at severall doores. Ff.[1]even,ev'nFf.e'enRowe.[4]sir:]sir; for being your Lord's she'll none of it. Hanmer.[9, 10]Receive it so]Receive it, sirCapell.[11]the ring of me: I'll]the ring of me, IleFf (I'leF3 F4).the ring of me! I'llMalone (Anon. conj.).no ring of me; I'llMalone conj.this ring of me! She'llId. conj.[16]have not]should haveHanmer.[18]That]F1.That sureF2 F3 F4.That oft] Jackson conj.That, asAnon. conj.That...her]Methought her eagerSeymour conj.had lost]did letHanmer.had crostWarburton.had los'dBecket conj.[22]None ... none.]This line is transposed by Hanmer to the beginning of the speech.[23]I am the]I should beHanmer.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.[27, 28]the proper-false...their forms]thy purpose false ... thy formsJackson conj.[27]proper-false]Malone.proper falseFf.[29]our]F2 F3 F4.OF1.[30]made of, such]Rann (Tyrwhitt conj.).made, if suchFf.made, ev'n suchHanmer. See note(vi).[32]monster]ministerHanmer.[32, 33]as much on him; And]as much on him AsDyce conj.[34]man]a manF3 F4.[39]to untie]t'untyFf.

LINENOTES:

Scene ii.Enter....] Enter V. and M. at severall doores. Ff.

[1]even,ev'nFf.e'enRowe.

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

[9, 10]Receive it so]Receive it, sirCapell.

[11]the ring of me: I'll]the ring of me, IleFf (I'leF3 F4).the ring of me! I'llMalone (Anon. conj.).no ring of me; I'llMalone conj.this ring of me! She'llId. conj.

[16]have not]should haveHanmer.

[18]That]F1.That sureF2 F3 F4.That oft] Jackson conj.That, asAnon. conj.

That...her]Methought her eagerSeymour conj.

had lost]did letHanmer.had crostWarburton.had los'dBecket conj.

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

[23]I am the]I should beHanmer.

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.

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EnterSir TobyandSir Andrew.Sir To.Approach, Sir Andrew: not to be a-bed aftermidnight is to be up betimes; and 'diluculosurgere,' thouknow'st,—Sir An.Nay, by my troth, I know not: but I know,5to be up late is to be up late.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: sothat to go to bed after midnight is to go to bed betimes.Doesnot our life consist of the four elements?10Sir And.Faith, so they say; but I think it ratherconsists of eating and drinking.Sir To.Thou'rta scholar; let us therefore eat anddrink.Marian, I say! astoupof wine!EnterClown.Sir And.Here comes the fool, i'faith.15Clo.How now, my hearts! did you never see the pictureof 'we three'?Sir To.Welcome, ass. Now let's have a catch.Sir And.By my troth, the fool has an excellentbreast.I had rather than forty shillings I had such a leg, and so20sweet a breath to sing, as the fool has. In sooth, thou wastin very gracious fooling last night, when thou spokest ofPigrogromitus, of the Vapians passing the equinoctial ofQueubus: 'twas very good, i'faith. I sent thee sixpence forthyleman: hadst it?25Clo.I didimpeticos thy gratillity; for Malvolio's noseis no whipstock: my lady has a white hand, and theMyrmidonsare no bottle-ale houses.Sir And.Excellent! why, this is the best fooling, whenall is done. Now, a song.30Sir To.Come on; there is sixpence for you: let's havea song.Sir And.There's a testril of me too: if one knightgive a—Clo.Would you have a love-song, or a song of good35life?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, stayand hear; your true love's coming,40That can sing both high and low:Trip no further, pretty sweeting;Journeys end inloversmeeting,Every wise man's son doth know.Sir And.Excellent good, i' faith.45Sir To.Good, good.Clo.[Sings]What islove? 'tis not hereafter;Present mirth hath present laughter;What's to come is still unsure:Indelaythere lies no plenty;50Then come kiss me, sweet and twenty,Youth's a stuff will not endure.Sir And.A mellifluous voice, as I amtrueknight.Sir To.A contagious breath.Sir And.Very sweet and contagious, i'faith.55Sir To.To hear by the nose, it is dulcet in contagion.But shall we make the welkin dance indeed? shall werouse the night-owl in a catch that will draw threesoulsout of one weaver? shall we do that?Sir And.Anyou love me, let's do't: I amdogat a60catch.Clo.By'r lady, sir, and some dogs will catch well.Sir And.Most certain. Let our catch be, 'Thouknave.'Clo.'Hold thy peace, thou knave,'knight? I shall be65constrained in't to call thee knave, knight.Sir And.'Tis not the first time I have constrained oneto 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.EnterMaria.70Mar.What a caterwauling do you keep here! If mylady have not called up her steward Malvolio and bid himturn you out of doors, never trust me.Sir To.My lady's a Cataian, we are politicians, Malvolio'sa Peg-a-Ramsey, and 'Three merry men be we.' Am75not I consanguineous?am I notof her blood? Tillyvally.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 it80more natural.Sir To.[Sings]'O,the twelfthday of December',—Mar.For the love o' God, peace!EnterMalvolio.Mal.My masters, are you mad? or what are you?Have you no wit, manners, nor honesty, but to gabble like85tinkers at this time of night? Doyemake an alehouse ofmy lady's house, that ye squeak out yourcoziers'catcheswithout any mitigation or remorse of voice? Is there norespect of place, persons, nor time in you?Sir To.We did keep time, sir, in our catches.Sneck90up!Mal.Sir Toby, I must be round with you. My ladybade me tell you, that,thoughshe harbours you as herkinsman, she's nothing allied to your disorders. If youcan separate yourself and your misdemeanours, you are95welcome to the house; if not,anit would please you totake 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.'100Mal.Is't even so?Sir To.'But I willneverdie.'Clo.Sir Toby, there you lie.Mal.This is much credit to you.Sir To.'Shall I bid him go?'105Clo.'Whatanif you do?'Sir To.'Shall I bid him go, and spare not?'Clo.'Ono, no, no, no, you dare not.'Sir To.Out o'tune, sir: ye lie.Artany more than asteward? Dost thou think, because thou art virtuous,110there shall be no more cakes and ale?Clo.Yes, by Saint Anne, and ginger shall be hot i'the mouth too.Sir To.Thou'rti' the right. Go, sir, rub yourchainwith crums. Astoupof wine, Maria!115Mal.Mistress Mary, if you prized my lady's favour atany thing more than contempt, you would not give meansfor 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 a120man's a-hungry, to challenge himthe field, and then tobreak promise with him and make a fool of him.Sir To.Do't, knight: I'll write thee a challenge; orI'll deliver thy indignation to him by word of mouth.Mar.Sweet Sir Toby, be patient for to-night: since125the youthof thecount'swas to-day with my lady, she ismuch out of quiet. For Monsieur Malvolio, let me alonewith him: if I do not gull him intoa nayword, and makehim a common recreation, do not think I have wit enoughto lie straight in my bed: I know I can do it.130Sir To.Possess us, possess us; tell us something ofhim.Mar.Marry, sir, sometimes he is a kind ofpuritan.Sir And.O, if I thought that, I'ld beat him like a dog!Sir To.What, for being a puritan? thy exquisite reason,135dear knight?Sir And.I have no exquisite reason for't, but I havereason good enough.Mar.The devil a puritan that he is, or any thing constantly,but a time-pleaser; anaffectionedass, that cons140state without bookand utters it by greatswarths: the bestpersuaded of himself, so crammed, as he thinks, with excellencies,that it is hisgroundsof faith that all that look onhim love him; and on that vice in him will my revengefind notable cause to work.145Sir To.What wilt thou do?Mar.I will drop in his way some obscure epistles oflove; wherein, by the colour of his beard, the shape of hisleg, the manner of his gait, the expressure of his eye, forehead,and complexion, he shall find himself most feelingly150personated. I can write very like my lady your niece: ona forgotten matter we can hardly make distinction of ourhands.Sir To.Excellent! I smell a device.Sir And.I have 't in my nose too.155Sir To.He shall think, by thelettersthat thou wiltdrop, thatthey comefrom my niece, and thatshe'sin lovewith him.Mar.My purpose is, indeed, a horse of that colour.Sir And.And your horse now would make him an ass.160Mar.Ass, Idoubt not.Sir And.O, 'twill be admirable!Mar.Sport royal, I warrant you: I know my physicwill workwith him. I will plant you two, and let the foolmake a third, where he shall find the letter: observehis165construction of it. For this night, to bed, and dream onthe 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 adores170me: what o' that?Sir And.I was adored once too.Sir To.Let's to bed, knight. Thou hadst need sendfor more money.Sir And.If I cannot recover your niece, I am a foul175way out.Sir To.Send for money, knight: if thou hast her noti' the end, call me cut.Sir And.If I do not, never trust me, take it how youwill.180Sir To.Come, come, I'll go burn some sack; 'tis toolate to go to bed now: come, knight; come, knight.[Exeunt.

EnterSir TobyandSir Andrew.

Sir To.Approach, Sir Andrew: not to be a-bed aftermidnight is to be up betimes; and 'diluculosurgere,' thouknow'st,—

Sir To.Approach, Sir Andrew: not to be a-bed after

midnight is to be up betimes; and 'diluculosurgere,' thou

know'st,—

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

Sir An.Nay, by my troth, I know not: but I know,

to be up late is to be up late.

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: sothat to go to bed after midnight is to go to bed betimes.Doesnot our life consist of the four elements?

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.

Doesnot our life consist of the four elements?

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

Sir And.Faith, so they say; but I think it rather

consists of eating and drinking.

Sir To.Thou'rta scholar; let us therefore eat anddrink.Marian, I say! astoupof wine!

Sir To.Thou'rta scholar; let us therefore eat and

drink.Marian, I say! astoupof wine!

EnterClown.

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

15Clo.How now, my hearts! did you never see the pictureof 'we three'?Sir To.Welcome, ass. Now let's have a catch.

Clo.How now, my hearts! did you never see the picture

of 'we three'?

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

Sir And.By my troth, the fool has an excellentbreast.I had rather than forty shillings I had such a leg, and so20sweet a breath to sing, as the fool has. In sooth, thou wastin very gracious fooling last night, when thou spokest ofPigrogromitus, of the Vapians passing the equinoctial ofQueubus: 'twas very good, i'faith. I sent thee sixpence forthyleman: hadst it?

Sir And.By my troth, the fool has an excellentbreast.

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

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

thyleman: hadst it?

25Clo.I didimpeticos thy gratillity; for Malvolio's noseis no whipstock: my lady has a white hand, and theMyrmidonsare no bottle-ale houses.

Clo.I didimpeticos thy gratillity; for Malvolio's nose

is no whipstock: my lady has a white hand, and the

Myrmidonsare no bottle-ale houses.

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

Sir And.Excellent! why, this is the best fooling, when

all is done. Now, a song.

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

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

a song.

Sir And.There's a testril of me too: if one knightgive a—

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 good35life?

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

life?

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, stayand hear; your true love's coming,40That can sing both high and low:Trip no further, pretty sweeting;Journeys end inloversmeeting,Every wise man's son doth know.

O mistress mine, where are you roaming?

O, stayand hear; your true love's coming,

That can sing both high and low:

Trip no further, pretty sweeting;

Journeys end inloversmeeting,

Every wise man's son doth know.

Sir And.Excellent good, i' faith.

45Sir To.Good, good.

Sir To.Good, good.

Clo.[Sings]

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

What islove? 'tis not hereafter;

Present mirth hath present laughter;

What's to come is still unsure:

Indelaythere lies no plenty;

Then come kiss me, sweet and twenty,

Youth's a stuff will not endure.

Sir And.A mellifluous voice, as I amtrueknight.

Sir To.A contagious breath.

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

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

Sir To.To hear by the nose, it is dulcet in contagion.

But shall we make the welkin dance indeed? shall we

rouse the night-owl in a catch that will draw threesouls

out of one weaver? shall we do that?

Sir And.Anyou love me, let's do't: I amdogat a60catch.

Sir And.Anyou love me, let's do't: I amdogat a

catch.

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

Sir And.Most certain. Let our catch be, 'Thouknave.'

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

knave.'

Clo.'Hold thy peace, thou knave,'knight? I shall be65constrained in't to call thee knave, knight.

Clo.'Hold thy peace, thou knave,'knight? I shall be

constrained in't to call thee knave, knight.

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

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.

EnterMaria.

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

Mar.What a caterwauling do you keep here! If my

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'sa Peg-a-Ramsey, and 'Three merry men be we.' Am75not I consanguineous?am I notof her blood? Tillyvally.Lady![Sings]'There dwelt a man in Babylon, lady, lady!'

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 notof her blood? Tillyvally.

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 it80more natural.

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.

Sir To.[Sings]'O,the twelfthday of December',—

Mar.For the love o' God, peace!

EnterMalvolio.

Mal.My masters, are you mad? or what are you?Have you no wit, manners, nor honesty, but to gabble like85tinkers at this time of night? Doyemake an alehouse ofmy lady's house, that ye squeak out yourcoziers'catcheswithout any mitigation or remorse of voice? Is there norespect of place, persons, nor time in you?

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? Doyemake an alehouse of

my lady's house, that ye squeak out yourcoziers'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.Sneck90up!

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

up!

Mal.Sir Toby, I must be round with you. My ladybade me tell you, that,thoughshe harbours you as herkinsman, she's nothing allied to your disorders. If youcan separate yourself and your misdemeanours, you are95welcome to the house; if not,anit would please you totake leave of her, she is very willing to bid you farewell.

Mal.Sir Toby, I must be round with you. My lady

bade me tell you, that,thoughshe 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,anit would please you to

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.'

100Mal.Is't even so?

Mal.Is't even so?

Sir To.'But I willneverdie.'

Clo.Sir Toby, there you lie.

Mal.This is much credit to you.

Sir To.'Shall I bid him go?'

105Clo.'Whatanif you do?'

Clo.'Whatanif you do?'

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

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

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

Sir To.Out o'tune, sir: ye lie.Artany more than a

steward? Dost thou think, because thou art virtuous,

there shall be no more cakes and ale?

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

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

the mouth too.

Sir To.Thou'rti' the right. Go, sir, rub yourchainwith crums. Astoupof wine, Maria!

Sir To.Thou'rti' the right. Go, sir, rub yourchain

with crums. Astoupof wine, Maria!

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

Mal.Mistress Mary, if you prized my lady's favour at

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 a120man's a-hungry, to challenge himthe field, and then tobreak promise with him and make a fool of him.

Sir And.'Twere as good a deed as to drink when a

man's a-hungry, to challenge himthe field, and then to

break promise with him and make a fool of him.

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

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: since125the youthof thecount'swas to-day with my lady, she ismuch out of quiet. For Monsieur Malvolio, let me alonewith him: if I do not gull him intoa nayword, and makehim a common recreation, do not think I have wit enoughto lie straight in my bed: I know I can do it.

Mar.Sweet Sir Toby, be patient for to-night: since

the youthof thecount'swas to-day with my lady, she is

much out of quiet. For Monsieur Malvolio, let me alone

with him: if I do not gull him intoa 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.

130Sir To.Possess us, possess us; tell us something ofhim.

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

him.

Mar.Marry, sir, sometimes he is a kind ofpuritan.

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

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

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

dear knight?

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

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; anaffectionedass, that cons140state without bookand utters it by greatswarths: the bestpersuaded of himself, so crammed, as he thinks, with excellencies,that it is hisgroundsof faith that all that look onhim love him; and on that vice in him will my revengefind notable cause to work.

Mar.The devil a puritan that he is, or any thing constantly,

but a time-pleaser; anaffectionedass, that cons

state without bookand utters it by greatswarths: the best

persuaded of himself, so crammed, as he thinks, with excellencies,

that it is hisgroundsof faith that all that look on

him love him; and on that vice in him will my revenge

find notable cause to work.

145Sir To.What wilt thou do?

Sir To.What wilt thou do?

Mar.I will drop in his way some obscure epistles oflove; wherein, by the colour of his beard, the shape of hisleg, the manner of his gait, the expressure of his eye, forehead,and complexion, he shall find himself most feelingly150personated. I can write very like my lady your niece: ona forgotten matter we can hardly make distinction of ourhands.

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

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.

155Sir To.He shall think, by thelettersthat thou wiltdrop, thatthey comefrom my niece, and thatshe'sin lovewith him.

Sir To.He shall think, by thelettersthat thou wilt

drop, thatthey comefrom my niece, and thatshe'sin love

with him.

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

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

160Mar.Ass, Idoubt not.

Mar.Ass, Idoubt not.

Sir And.O, 'twill be admirable!

Mar.Sport royal, I warrant you: I know my physicwill workwith him. I will plant you two, and let the foolmake a third, where he shall find the letter: observehis165construction of it. For this night, to bed, and dream onthe event. Farewell.[Exit.

Mar.Sport royal, I warrant you: I know my physic

will workwith him. I will plant you two, and let the fool

make a third, where he shall find the letter: observehis

construction of it. For this night, to bed, and dream on

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 adores170me: what o' that?

Sir To.She's a beagle, true-bred, and one that adores

me: what o' that?

Sir And.I was adored once too.

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

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 foul175way out.

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

way out.

Sir To.Send for money, knight: if thou hast her noti' the end, call me cut.

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 youwill.

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

will.

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

Sir To.Come, come, I'll go burn some sack; 'tis too

late to go to bed now: come, knight; come, knight.[Exeunt.

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