Chapter 28

LINENOTES:Scene iii.Olivia'shouse.] Rowe.[2]diluculo]Rowe.DeliculoF1.DiliculoF2 F3 F4.[3]know'st,—]Theobald.know'st.Ff.[9]Does ... life]Rowe (ed. 2).Does ... livesFf.Do ... livesMalone.[12]Thou'rtCapell.Th'artFf.Thou artSteevens.[13]Marian]MariaPope.stoup]stoopeF1 F2 F3.stoopF4.[18]breast]breathL. H. apud Theobald conj.[22]Pigrogromitus]PigrogomitusBoswell.[24]leman]Theobald.LemonFf.[25]impeticos thy gratillity]impeticoat thy gratuityRann (Johnson conj.).[27]Myrmidons]Theobald.MermidonsFf.MirmidonsPope.[33]give a—]See note(vii).[39]and hear;]and heare,F1 F2.and hear, F3 F4.for hereCollier MS.[42]lovers]lovers'Warburton.[46]love?]Pope,love, Ff.[49]delay]decayWarburton.[50]Then come kiss me]Come, a kiss thenJohnson conj.[52]true]a trueRowe.[57]souls]sols(i.e.sous) Jackson conj.[59]An]Pope.AndFf.dog]doggeF1 F2.a dogF3 F4.[64]knight?]Capell.knight.Ff.[70]Scene iv.Pope.[75]am I not]am not IF3 F4.[76, 81][Sings]Singing. Rowe.[81]O]O' S.Walker conj.the twelfth]the twelfeF1 F2.twelfF3 F4.[85]ye]youHanmer.[86]coziers']cottiersWarburton.[89, 90]Sneck up]F3 F4.Snecke upF1 F2.Strike upRowe (ed. 2).Sneak-cupRann (Steevens and Capell conj.).Sneb upBecket conj.Snack upJackson conj.Snick upCollier (Dyce).[90][Hiccoughs.Theobald.[92]though]F1 F2. om. F3 F4.[93]kinsman]uncleRowe (ed. 2).[95]an]Rowe (ed. 2).andFf.[97]See note(viii).[98]Mar.]Mal. Steevens.[101]never]neveryF2.[105]an]Theobald,andFf.[107]no, no, no, no]no, no, noTheobald.[108]tune, sir:]tune sir,Ff.time, sir?Theobald,tune!—sir,Collier.tune, sir?Staunton.Art]Art thouRowe.[113]Thou'rt]Rowe.Th'artFf.chain]chinJohnson conj.[114]stoup]stopeFf. stoop Rowe.[120]the field]to the fieldRowe (ed. 2.)[125]the youth]that youthCollier MS.count's]Duke'sRowe.[127]a nayword]Rowe.an aywordFf.a byewordL.H. apud Theobald conj.[130]Sir To.]Sir And. S. Walker conj.[132]puritan]a puritanHanmer.[139]affectioned]affectedHanmer.[140]state without book]stale wit out of booksAnon. conj.swarths]swathsCollier.[142]grounds]F1.groundF2 F3 F4.[155]letters]letterCollier MS.[156]they come]it comesCollier MS.she's]she isF4.[159]Sir And.]Sir To. Harness (Tyrwhitt conj.).[160]Ass, I]As IS. Walker conj.[163]with him]him himRowe (ed. 2).[164]his]F1.thisF2 F3 F4.

LINENOTES:

Scene iii.Olivia'shouse.] Rowe.

[2]diluculo]Rowe.DeliculoF1.DiliculoF2 F3 F4.

[3]know'st,—]Theobald.know'st.Ff.

[9]Does ... life]Rowe (ed. 2).Does ... livesFf.Do ... livesMalone.

[12]Thou'rtCapell.Th'artFf.Thou artSteevens.

[13]Marian]MariaPope.

stoup]stoopeF1 F2 F3.stoopF4.

[18]breast]breathL. H. apud Theobald conj.

[22]Pigrogromitus]PigrogomitusBoswell.

[24]leman]Theobald.LemonFf.

[25]impeticos thy gratillity]impeticoat thy gratuityRann (Johnson conj.).

[27]Myrmidons]Theobald.MermidonsFf.MirmidonsPope.

[33]give a—]See note(vii).

[39]and hear;]and heare,F1 F2.and hear, F3 F4.for hereCollier MS.

[42]lovers]lovers'Warburton.

[46]love?]Pope,love, Ff.

[49]delay]decayWarburton.

[50]Then come kiss me]Come, a kiss thenJohnson conj.

[52]true]a trueRowe.

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

[59]An]Pope.AndFf.

dog]doggeF1 F2.a dogF3 F4.

[64]knight?]Capell.knight.Ff.

[70]Scene iv.Pope.

[75]am I not]am not IF3 F4.

[76, 81][Sings]Singing. Rowe.

[81]O]O' S.Walker conj.

the twelfth]the twelfeF1 F2.twelfF3 F4.

[85]ye]youHanmer.

[86]coziers']cottiersWarburton.

[89, 90]Sneck up]F3 F4.Snecke upF1 F2.Strike upRowe (ed. 2).Sneak-cupRann (Steevens and Capell conj.).Sneb upBecket conj.Snack upJackson conj.Snick upCollier (Dyce).

[90][Hiccoughs.Theobald.

[92]though]F1 F2. om. F3 F4.

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

[95]an]Rowe (ed. 2).andFf.

[97]See note(viii).

[98]Mar.]Mal. Steevens.

[101]never]neveryF2.

[105]an]Theobald,andFf.

[107]no, no, no, no]no, no, noTheobald.

[108]tune, sir:]tune sir,Ff.time, sir?Theobald,tune!—sir,Collier.tune, sir?Staunton.

Art]Art thouRowe.

[113]Thou'rt]Rowe.Th'artFf.

chain]chinJohnson conj.

[114]stoup]stopeFf. stoop Rowe.

[120]the field]to the fieldRowe (ed. 2.)

[125]the youth]that youthCollier MS.

count's]Duke'sRowe.

[127]a nayword]Rowe.an aywordFf.a byewordL.H. apud Theobald conj.

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

[132]puritan]a puritanHanmer.

[139]affectioned]affectedHanmer.

[140]state without book]stale wit out of booksAnon. conj.

swarths]swathsCollier.

[142]grounds]F1.groundF2 F3 F4.

[155]letters]letterCollier MS.

[156]they come]it comesCollier MS.

she's]she isF4.

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

[160]Ass, I]As IS. Walker conj.

[163]with him]him himRowe (ed. 2).

[164]his]F1.thisF2 F3 F4.

EnterDuke,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,5More than light airs and recollectedtermsOf these most brisk and giddy-paced times:Come, but one verse.Cur.He is not here, so please your lordship, thatshould sing it.10Duke.Who was it?Cur.Feste, the jester, my lord; a fool that the lady Olivia'sfather took much delight in. He is about the house.Duke.Seekhim out, and play the tune the while.[Exit Curio.Music plays.Come hither, boy: if ever thou shalt love,15In the sweet pangs of it remember me;For such as I am all true lovers are,Unstaid and skittish in allmotionselse,Save in the constant image of the creatureThat is beloved. How dost thou like this tune?20Vio.It gives a very echoto the seatWhere Love is throned.Duke.Thou dost speak masterly:My life upon't, young though thou art, thine eyeHath stay'd upon some favour that it loves:Hath it not, boy?25Vio.A little, by your favour.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 take30An elder than herself; so wears she to him,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 andworn,Than women's are.35Vio.I think it well, my lord.Duke.Then let thy love be younger than thyself,Or thy affection cannot hold the bent;For women are as roses, whose fair flowerBeing once display'd, doth fall that very hour.40Vio.And so they are: alas, that they are so;To die, even when they to perfection grow!Re-enterCurioandClown.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 sun45And thefreemaids that weave their thread with bonesDo use to chant it: it is silly sooth,Anddallieswith the innocence of love,Like the old age.Clo.Are you ready, sir?50Duke.Ay; prithee, sing.[Music.Song.Clo.Come away, come away, death,And in sad cypress let me be laid;Fly away,flyaway, breath;I am slain by a fair cruel maid.55My shroud of white, stuck all with yew,O, prepareit!My part of death, no one so trueDid share it.Not a flower, not a flower sweet,60On my black coffin let there be strown;Not a friend, not a friend greetMy poor corpse, where my bones shall be thrown:A thousand thousand sighs to save,Lay me,O, where65Sad true lover neverfind my grave,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.70Clo.Truly, sir, and pleasure will be paid, one time oranother.Duke.Give menow leave to leave thee.Clo.Now, the melancholy god protect thee; and thetailor make thy doublet of changeable taffeta, for thy mind75is a very opal. I would have men of such constancy putto sea, that their business might be every thing and theirintentevery where; for that's it that always makes a goodvoyage of nothing. Farewell.[Exit.Duke.Let all the rest give place.[Curio and Attendants retire.Once more,Cesario,80Get thee to yond same sovereign cruelty: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;85But 'tis that miracle and queen of gemsThat naturepranks her inattracts my soul.Vio.But if she cannot love you, sir?Duke.Icannot be so answer'd.Vio.Sooth, but you must.Say that some lady, as perhaps there is,90Hath for your love as great a pang of heartAs 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 sidesCan bide the beating of so strong a passion95As love doth give my heart; no woman's heartSo big, to hold so much; they lack retention.Alas, their love may be call'dappetite,—No motion of the liver, but the palate,—Thatsuffersurfeit, cloyment and revolt;100But mine is all as hungry as the sea,And candigestas much: make no compareBetween that love a woman can bear meAnd that I owe Olivia.Vio.Ay, but I know,—Duke.What dost thou know?105Vio.Too well what love women to men may owe: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'sher history?110Vio.A blank, my lord. She never told her love,But let concealment, like a worm i' the bud,Feed on her damask cheek: she pined in thought;And witha green and yellowmelancholyShesat likepatience on a monument,115Smiling at grief. Was not this love indeed?We men may say more, swear more: but indeedOur shows are more than will; for still we proveMuch in our vows, but little in our love.Duke.But died thy sister of her love, my boy?120Vio.I am all the daughtersof my father's house,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,Mylove can give no place, bide no denay.[Exeunt.

EnterDuke,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,5More than light airs and recollectedtermsOf these most brisk and giddy-paced times:Come, but one verse.

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 recollectedterms

Of these most brisk and giddy-paced times:

Come, but one verse.

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

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

should sing it.

10Duke.Who was it?

Duke.Who was it?

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

Cur.Feste, the jester, my lord; a fool that the lady Olivia's

father took much delight in. He is about the house.

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

Duke.Seekhim out, and play the tune the while.

[Exit Curio.Music plays.

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

Come hither, boy: if ever thou shalt love,

In the sweet pangs of it remember me;

For such as I am all true lovers are,

Unstaid and skittish in allmotionselse,

Save in the constant image of the creature

That is beloved. How dost thou like this tune?

20Vio.It gives a very echoto the seatWhere Love is throned.

Vio.It gives a very echoto the seat

Where Love is throned.

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

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?

25Vio.A little, by your favour.

Vio.A little, by your favour.

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 take30An elder than herself; so wears she to him,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 andworn,Than women's are.

Duke.Too old, by heaven: let still the woman take

An elder than herself; so wears she to him,

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 andworn,

Than women's are.

35Vio.I think it well, my lord.

Vio.I think it well, my lord.

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

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.

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

Vio.And so they are: alas, that they are so;

To die, even when they to perfection grow!

Re-enterCurioandClown.

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 sun45And thefreemaids that weave their thread with bonesDo use to chant it: it is silly sooth,Anddallieswith the innocence of love,Like the old age.

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 thefreemaids that weave their thread with bones

Do use to chant it: it is silly sooth,

Anddallieswith the innocence of love,

Like the old age.

Clo.Are you ready, sir?

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

Duke.Ay; prithee, sing.[Music.

Song.

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

Clo.Come away, come away, death,

And in sad cypress let me be laid;

Fly away,flyaway, breath;

I am slain by a fair cruel maid.

My shroud of white, stuck all with yew,

O, prepareit!

My part of death, no one so true

Did share it.

Not a flower, not a flower sweet,60On my black coffin let there be strown;Not a friend, not a friend greetMy poor corpse, where my bones shall be thrown:A thousand thousand sighs to save,Lay me,O, where65Sad true lover neverfind my grave,To weep there!

Not a flower, not a flower sweet,

On my black coffin let there be strown;

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 neverfind my grave,

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.

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

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

another.

Duke.Give menow leave to leave thee.

Clo.Now, the melancholy god protect thee; and thetailor make thy doublet of changeable taffeta, for thy mind75is a very opal. I would have men of such constancy putto sea, that their business might be every thing and theirintentevery where; for that's it that always makes a goodvoyage of nothing. Farewell.[Exit.

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

to sea, that their business might be every thing and their

intentevery 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,80Get thee to yond same sovereign cruelty: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;85But 'tis that miracle and queen of gemsThat naturepranks her inattracts my soul.

Duke.Let all the rest give place.[Curio and Attendants retire.

Once more,Cesario,

Get thee to yond same sovereign cruelty:

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

That naturepranks her inattracts my soul.

Vio.But if she cannot love you, sir?

Duke.Icannot be so answer'd.

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

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 sidesCan bide the beating of so strong a passion95As love doth give my heart; no woman's heartSo big, to hold so much; they lack retention.Alas, their love may be call'dappetite,—No motion of the liver, but the palate,—Thatsuffersurfeit, cloyment and revolt;100But mine is all as hungry as the sea,And candigestas much: make no compareBetween that love a woman can bear meAnd that I owe Olivia.

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

So big, to hold so much; they lack retention.

Alas, their love may be call'dappetite,—

No motion of the liver, but the palate,—

Thatsuffersurfeit, cloyment and revolt;

But mine is all as hungry as the sea,

And candigestas 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?

105Vio.Too well what love women to men may owe: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.

Vio.Too well what love women to men may owe:

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'sher history?

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

Vio.A blank, my lord. She never told her love,

But let concealment, like a worm i' the bud,

Feed on her damask cheek: she pined in thought;

And witha green and yellowmelancholy

Shesat likepatience on a monument,

Smiling at grief. Was not this love indeed?

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?

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

Vio.I am all the daughtersof my father's house,

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,Mylove can give no place, bide no denay.[Exeunt.

Duke.Ay, that's the theme.

To her in haste; give her this jewel; say,

Mylove can give no place, bide no denay.[Exeunt.

LINENOTES:Scene IV.]Scene V. Pope.The Duke'spalace.]The Palace. Rowe.[5]terms]tunesKnight conj.[13]Seek]Go, seekCapell.[Exit Curio.]Pope.[17]motions]notionsWarburton (Theobald conj.). See note(ix).[20]to the seat]from the seatWarburton.[34]worn]F4.worneF1 F2 F3.wonHanmer.[41]Re-enter....]Enter.... Ff.[45]free]fairGrey conj.[47]dallies]talliesWarburton.[50]Ay; prithee]Ay; pr'ytheeCapell.I pretheeFf.[53]Fly ... fly]Rowe.Fye ... fieF1F2.Fie ... fieF3 F4.[56]O, prepare]PreparePope.[64]O, where]wherePope.[65]Sad]om. Pope.true lover]true-loveCapell.never]ne'erRann.[71]another]otherRowe.[72]Give me ... thee]I give thee ... meHarness.[73]Clo.]Duk. F2.[77]every where]no whereWarburton.[79]Scene vi.Pope.[C. and A. retire.] Edd. Exeunt C. and A. Capell. om. Ff.[86]pranks her in]pranks, her mind,Warburton.pranks in herJackson conj.[88]I]Hanmer.ItFf.[97, 98]appetite,— ...palate,—] Capell,appetite, ... pallatF1 F2.appetite: ... pallat,F3 F4.[99]suffer]suffersRowe.[101]digest]disgestF2.[109]And what's]What'sPope.[113]a green and yellow]agrein and hallowBecket conj.[114]sat like ... monument,]sat, like ... monumentHunter conj.[120, 121]I am all the daughters...And all the brothers too;—and yet]She's all the daughters...And I am all the sons, but yetHanmer.[124]My]F1 F3 F4.ThyF2.

LINENOTES:

Scene IV.]Scene V. Pope.

The Duke'spalace.]The Palace. Rowe.

[5]terms]tunesKnight conj.

[13]Seek]Go, seekCapell.

[Exit Curio.]Pope.

[17]motions]notionsWarburton (Theobald conj.). See note(ix).

[20]to the seat]from the seatWarburton.

[34]worn]F4.worneF1 F2 F3.wonHanmer.

[41]Re-enter....]Enter.... Ff.

[45]free]fairGrey conj.

[47]dallies]talliesWarburton.

[50]Ay; prithee]Ay; pr'ytheeCapell.I pretheeFf.

[53]Fly ... fly]Rowe.Fye ... fieF1

F2.Fie ... fieF3 F4.

[56]O, prepare]PreparePope.

[64]O, where]wherePope.

[65]Sad]om. Pope.

true lover]true-loveCapell.

never]ne'erRann.

[71]another]otherRowe.

[72]Give me ... thee]I give thee ... meHarness.

[73]Clo.]Duk. F2.

[77]every where]no whereWarburton.

[79]Scene vi.Pope.

[C. and A. retire.] Edd. Exeunt C. and A. Capell. om. Ff.

[86]pranks her in]pranks, her mind,Warburton.pranks in herJackson conj.

[88]I]Hanmer.ItFf.

[97, 98]appetite,— ...palate,—] Capell,appetite, ... pallatF1 F2.appetite: ... pallat,F3 F4.

[99]suffer]suffersRowe.

[101]digest]disgestF2.

[109]And what's]What'sPope.

[113]a green and yellow]agrein and hallowBecket conj.

[114]sat like ... monument,]sat, like ... monumentHunter conj.

[120, 121]I am all the daughters...And all the brothers too;—and yet]She's all the daughters...And I am all the sons, but yetHanmer.

[124]My]F1 F3 F4.ThyF2.

EnterSir Toby,Sir Andrew,andFabian.Sir To.Come thy ways, Signior Fabian.Fab.Nay, I'll come: if I lose a scruple of this sport,let me beboiledto death with melancholy.Sir To.Wouldst thou not be glad to have the niggardly5rascally sheep-biter come by some notable shame?Fab.I would exult, man: you know, he brought meouto'favour with my lady about a bear-baiting here.Sir To.To anger him we'll have the bear again; andwe will fool him black and blue: shall we not, Sir Andrew?10Sir And.Anwe do not,it ispity of our lives.Sir To.Here comes the little villain.EnterMaria.How now, mymetalof India!Mar.Get ye all three into the box-tree: Malvolio'scoming down this walk: he has been yonder i' the sun15practising behaviour to his own shadow this half hour: observehim, for the love of mockery; for I know this letterwill make a contemplative idiot of him. Close, in thename of jesting! Lie thou there[throws down a letter];for here comes the trout that must be caught with20tickling.[Exit.EnterMalvolio.Mal.'Tis but fortune; all is fortune. Maria once toldme she did affect me: and I have heard herself come thusnear, that, should she fancy, it should be one of my complexion.Besides, she uses me with a more exalted respect25than any one else that follows her. What should I thinkon't?Sir To.Here's an overweening rogue!Fab.O, peace! Contemplation makes a rare turkey-cockof him: how he jets under his advanced plumes!30Sir And.'Slight, I could so beat the rogue!Sir To.Peace, I say.Mal.To be Count Malvolio!Sir To.Ah, rogue!Sir And.Pistol him, pistol him.35Sir To.Peace, peace!Mal.There is example for't; the lady of theStrachymarried the yeoman ofthe wardrobe.Sir And.Fie onhim, Jezebel!Fab.O, peace! now he's deeply in: look how imagination40blows him.Mal.Having been three months married to her, sittingin my state,—Sir To.O, for a stone-bow, to hit him in the eye!Mal.Calling my officers about me, in my branched45velvet gown; having come from a day-bed, where I haveleft Olivia sleeping,—Sir To.Fire and brimstone!Fab.O, peace, peace!Mal.And then to have thehumourof state; and after a50demure travel of regard, telling them I know my place as Iwould they should do theirs, to ask for mykinsmanToby,—Sir To.Bolts and shackles!Fab.O, peace, peace, peace! now, now.Mal.Seven of my people, with an obedient start,55make out for him: I frown the while; and perchance windup my watch, or play withmy—somerich jewel. Tobyapproaches; courtesies there to me,—Sir To.Shall this fellow live?Fab.Thoughour silence be drawn from uswith cars,60yet peace.Mal.I extend my hand to him thus, quenching myfamiliar smile with an austere regard of control,—Sir To.And does not Toby take you a blow o' thelips then?65Mal.Saying,'CousinToby, my fortunes having castme on your niece give me this prerogative of speech,'—Sir To.What, what?Mal.'You must amend your drunkenness.'Sir To.Out, scab!70Fab.Nay, patience, or we break the sinews of our plot.Mal.'Besides, you waste the treasure of your timewith a foolish knight,'—Sir And.That's me, I warrant you.Mal.'One Sir Andrew,'—75Sir And.I knew 'twas I; for many do call me fool.Mal.Whatemploymenthave we here?[Takingup the letter.Fab.Now is the woodcock near the gin.Sir To.O, peace!andthe spirit of humours intimatereading aloud to him!80Mal.By my life, this is my lady's hand: these be hervery C's, her U's and her T's; and thus makes she hergreat 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 good85wishes:—her very phrases! By your leave, wax.Soft!and the impressure her Lucrece, with which she uses toseal: 'tis my lady. To whom should this be?Fab.This wins him, liver and all.Mal.[reads]Joveknows I love:90But who?;Lips, do not move;No man must know.'No man must know.' What follows? thenumbers altered!'No man must know:' if this should be thee, Malvolio?95Sir To.Marry, hang thee, brock!Mal.[reads]I maycommand where I adore;But silence, like aLucrece knife,With bloodless stroke my heart doth gore:M, O, A, I, doth sway my life.100Fab.A fustian riddle!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 disho'poison has she dressed him!105Sir To.And with what wing thestanielchecks at it!Mal.'I may command where I adore.' Why, shemay command me: I serve her; she is my lady. Why, thisis evident to any formal capacity; there is no obstructionin this: and the end,—what should that alphabetical position110portend?If I could make that resemble somethingin me,—Softly! M, O, A, I,—Sir To.O, ay,make upthat: he is now at a cold scent.Fab.Sowter will cry upon't for all this, though itbeas rank as a fox.115Mal.M,—Malvolio;M,—why, that begins my name.Fab.Did not I say he would work it out? the cur isexcellent at faults.Mal.M,—but then there is no consonancy in thesequel;thatsuffersunder probation: A should follow, but O does.120Fab.And O shall end, I hope.Sir To.Ay, or I'll cudgel him, and make him cry O!Mal.And then I comes behind.Fab.Ay,anyou had any eye behind you, you mightsee more detraction at your heels than fortunes before you.125Mal.M, O, A, I; thissimulationis not as the former:and yet, to crush this a little, it wouldbow to me, for everyone of these lettersarein my name. Soft! here follows prose.[Reads]If this fall into thy hand, revolve. In my stars I am abovethee; but be not afraid of greatness: some areborngreat, someachieve130greatness, and some have greatnessthrust upon 'em. Thy Fates opentheir hands; let thy blood and spirit embracethem;and, to inurethyself to what thou art like to be, cast thy humble slough and appearfresh. Be opposite with a kinsman, surly with servants; let thytonguetangarguments of state; put thyself into the trick of singularity:135she thus advises thee that sighs for thee. Remember whocommended thy yellow stockings, and wished to see thee ever cross-gartered: I say, remember. Go to, thou art made, if thou desirest tobe so; if not, let me see thee a steward still, the fellow of servants,and not worthy to touch Fortune's fingers. Farewell. She that would140alter services with thee,TheFortunate-Unhappy.Daylight andchampain discovers notmore: this is open.I will be proud, I will readpoliticauthors, I will baffle SirToby, I will wash off gross acquaintance, I will bepoint-devise145the very man. I donot nowfool myself, to let imaginationjade me; foreveryreason excites to this, that my ladyloves me. She did commend my yellow stockings of late,she did praise my leg being cross-gartered; and in this shemanifests herself to my love, and with akind ofinjunction150drives me to these habits of her liking. I thank my stars Iam happy. I willbe strange, stout, in yellowstockings, andcross-gartered, even with the swiftness of putting on. Joveand my stars be praised! Here is yet a postscript.[Reads]Thou canst not choose but know who I am. If thou entertainest155my love, let it appear in thy smiling; thy smiles becomethee well; therefore in my presence still smile,dearmy sweet, I prithee.Jove, I thank thee: I will smile; I will do every thing thatthou wilt have me.[Exit.Fab.I will not give my part of this sport for a pension160of thousands to be paid from the Sophy.Sir To.I could marry this wench for this device.Sir And.Socould I too.Sir To.And ask no other dowry with her but suchanother jest.165Sir And.Nor Ineither.Fab.Here comes my noble gull-catcher.Re-enterMaria.Sir To.Wilt thou set thy foot o' my neck?Sir And.Or o' mine either?Sir To.Shall I play my freedomattray-trip, and become170thy bond-slave?Sir And.I' faith, or I either?Sir To.Why, thou hast put him in such a dream, thatwhen the image of it leaves him he must run mad.Mar.Nay, but say true; does it work upon him?175Sir To.Like aqua-vitæ with a midwife.Mar.If you will then see the fruits of the sport, markhis first approach before my lady: he will come to her inyellow stockings, and 'tis a colour she abhors, and cross-gartered,a fashion she detests; and he will smile upon her,180which will now be so unsuitable to her disposition, beingaddicted toa melancholyas she is, that it cannot but turnhim into a notable contempt. If you will see it, follow me.Sir To.To thegates of Tartar, thou most excellentdevil of wit!185Sir And.I'll make one too.[Exeunt.

EnterSir Toby,Sir Andrew,andFabian.

Sir To.Come thy ways, Signior Fabian.

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

Fab.Nay, I'll come: if I lose a scruple of this sport,

let me beboiledto death with melancholy.

Sir To.Wouldst thou not be glad to have the niggardly5rascally sheep-biter come by some notable shame?

Sir To.Wouldst thou not be glad to have the niggardly

rascally sheep-biter come by some notable shame?

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

Fab.I would exult, man: you know, he brought me

outo'favour with my lady about a bear-baiting here.

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

Sir To.To anger him we'll have the bear again; and

we will fool him black and blue: shall we not, Sir Andrew?

10Sir And.Anwe do not,it ispity of our lives.

Sir And.Anwe do not,it ispity of our lives.

Sir To.Here comes the little villain.

EnterMaria.

How now, mymetalof India!

Mar.Get ye all three into the box-tree: Malvolio'scoming down this walk: he has been yonder i' the sun15practising behaviour to his own shadow this half hour: observehim, for the love of mockery; for I know this letterwill make a contemplative idiot of him. Close, in thename of jesting! Lie thou there[throws down a letter];for here comes the trout that must be caught with20tickling.[Exit.

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

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.

EnterMalvolio.

Mal.'Tis but fortune; all is fortune. Maria once toldme she did affect me: and I have heard herself come thusnear, that, should she fancy, it should be one of my complexion.Besides, she uses me with a more exalted respect25than any one else that follows her. What should I thinkon't?

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

on't?

Sir To.Here's an overweening rogue!

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

Fab.O, peace! Contemplation makes a rare turkey-cock

of him: how he jets under his advanced plumes!

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

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

Sir To.Peace, I say.

Mal.To be Count Malvolio!

Sir To.Ah, rogue!

Sir And.Pistol him, pistol him.

35Sir To.Peace, peace!

Sir To.Peace, peace!

Mal.There is example for't; the lady of theStrachymarried the yeoman ofthe wardrobe.

Mal.There is example for't; the lady of theStrachy

married the yeoman ofthe wardrobe.

Sir And.Fie onhim, Jezebel!

Fab.O, peace! now he's deeply in: look how imagination40blows him.

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

blows him.

Mal.Having been three months married to her, sittingin my state,—

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 branched45velvet gown; having come from a day-bed, where I haveleft Olivia sleeping,—

Mal.Calling my officers about me, in my branched

velvet gown; having come from a day-bed, where I have

left Olivia sleeping,—

Sir To.Fire and brimstone!

Fab.O, peace, peace!

Mal.And then to have thehumourof state; and after a50demure travel of regard, telling them I know my place as Iwould they should do theirs, to ask for mykinsmanToby,—

Mal.And then to have thehumourof state; and after a

demure travel of regard, telling them I know my place as I

would they should do theirs, to ask for mykinsmanToby,—

Sir To.Bolts and shackles!

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

Mal.Seven of my people, with an obedient start,55make out for him: I frown the while; and perchance windup my watch, or play withmy—somerich jewel. Tobyapproaches; courtesies there to me,—

Mal.Seven of my people, with an obedient start,

make out for him: I frown the while; and perchance wind

up my watch, or play withmy—somerich jewel. Toby

approaches; courtesies there to me,—

Sir To.Shall this fellow live?

Fab.Thoughour silence be drawn from uswith cars,60yet peace.

Fab.Thoughour silence be drawn from uswith cars,

yet peace.

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

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' thelips then?

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

lips then?

65Mal.Saying,'CousinToby, my fortunes having castme on your niece give me this prerogative of speech,'—

Mal.Saying,'CousinToby, my fortunes having cast

me on your niece give me this prerogative of speech,'—

Sir To.What, what?

Mal.'You must amend your drunkenness.'

Sir To.Out, scab!

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

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

Mal.'Besides, you waste the treasure of your timewith a foolish knight,'—

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,'—

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

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

Mal.Whatemploymenthave we here?[Takingup the letter.

Fab.Now is the woodcock near the gin.

Sir To.O, peace!andthe spirit of humours intimatereading aloud to him!

Sir To.O, peace!andthe spirit of humours intimate

reading aloud to him!

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

Mal.By my life, this is my lady's hand: these be her

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 good85wishes:—her very phrases! By your leave, wax.Soft!and the impressure her Lucrece, with which she uses toseal: 'tis my lady. To whom should this be?

Mal.[reads]To the unknown beloved, this, and my good

wishes:—her very phrases! By your leave, wax.Soft!

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]Joveknows I love:90But who?;Lips, do not move;No man must know.'No man must know.' What follows? thenumbers altered!'No man must know:' if this should be thee, Malvolio?

Mal.[reads]Joveknows I love:

But who?;

Lips, do not move;

No man must know.

'No man must know.' What follows? thenumbers altered!

'No man must know:' if this should be thee, Malvolio?

95Sir To.Marry, hang thee, brock!

Sir To.Marry, hang thee, brock!

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

Mal.[reads]I maycommand where I adore;

But silence, like aLucrece knife,

With bloodless stroke my heart doth gore:

M, O, A, I, doth sway my life.

100Fab.A fustian riddle!

Fab.A fustian riddle!

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.

Mal.'M, O, A, I, doth sway my life.' Nay, but first,

let me see,let me see, let me see.

Fab.What disho'poison has she dressed him!

105Sir To.And with what wing thestanielchecks at it!

Sir To.And with what wing thestanielchecks at it!

Mal.'I may command where I adore.' Why, shemay command me: I serve her; she is my lady. Why, thisis evident to any formal capacity; there is no obstructionin this: and the end,—what should that alphabetical position110portend?If I could make that resemble somethingin me,—Softly! M, O, A, I,—

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

in me,—Softly! M, O, A, I,—

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

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

Fab.Sowter will cry upon't for all this, though itbe

as rank as a fox.

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

Mal.M,—Malvolio;M,—why, that begins my name.

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

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 thesequel;thatsuffersunder probation: A should follow, but O does.

Mal.M,—but then there is no consonancy in thesequel;

thatsuffersunder probation: A should follow, but O does.

120Fab.And O shall end, I hope.

Fab.And O shall end, I hope.

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

Mal.And then I comes behind.

Fab.Ay,anyou had any eye behind you, you mightsee more detraction at your heels than fortunes before you.

Fab.Ay,anyou had any eye behind you, you might

see more detraction at your heels than fortunes before you.

125Mal.M, O, A, I; thissimulationis not as the former:and yet, to crush this a little, it wouldbow to me, for everyone of these lettersarein my name. Soft! here follows prose.

Mal.M, O, A, I; thissimulationis not as the former:

and yet, to crush this a little, it wouldbow to me, for every

one of these lettersarein my name. Soft! here follows prose.

[Reads]If this fall into thy hand, revolve. In my stars I am abovethee; but be not afraid of greatness: some areborngreat, someachieve130greatness, and some have greatnessthrust upon 'em. Thy Fates opentheir hands; let thy blood and spirit embracethem;and, to inurethyself to what thou art like to be, cast thy humble slough and appearfresh. Be opposite with a kinsman, surly with servants; let thytonguetangarguments of state; put thyself into the trick of singularity:135she thus advises thee that sighs for thee. Remember whocommended thy yellow stockings, and wished to see thee ever cross-gartered: I say, remember. Go to, thou art made, if thou desirest tobe so; if not, let me see thee a steward still, the fellow of servants,and not worthy to touch Fortune's fingers. Farewell. She that would140alter services with thee,TheFortunate-Unhappy.

[Reads]If this fall into thy hand, revolve. In my stars I am above

thee; but be not afraid of greatness: some areborngreat, someachieve

greatness, and some have greatnessthrust upon 'em. Thy Fates open

their hands; let thy blood and spirit embracethem;and, to inure

thyself to what thou art like to be, cast thy humble slough and appear

fresh. Be opposite with a kinsman, surly with servants; let thy

tonguetangarguments of state; put thyself into the trick of singularity:

she thus advises thee that sighs for thee. Remember who

commended thy yellow stockings, and wished to see thee ever cross-

gartered: I say, remember. Go to, thou art made, if thou desirest to

be so; if not, let me see thee a steward still, the fellow of servants,

and not worthy to touch Fortune's fingers. Farewell. She that would

alter services with thee,

TheFortunate-Unhappy.

Daylight andchampain discovers notmore: this is open.I will be proud, I will readpoliticauthors, I will baffle SirToby, I will wash off gross acquaintance, I will bepoint-devise145the very man. I donot nowfool myself, to let imaginationjade me; foreveryreason excites to this, that my ladyloves me. She did commend my yellow stockings of late,she did praise my leg being cross-gartered; and in this shemanifests herself to my love, and with akind ofinjunction150drives me to these habits of her liking. I thank my stars Iam happy. I willbe strange, stout, in yellowstockings, andcross-gartered, even with the swiftness of putting on. Joveand my stars be praised! Here is yet a postscript.[Reads]Thou canst not choose but know who I am. If thou entertainest155my love, let it appear in thy smiling; thy smiles becomethee well; therefore in my presence still smile,dearmy sweet, I prithee.Jove, I thank thee: I will smile; I will do every thing thatthou wilt have me.[Exit.

Daylight andchampain discovers notmore: this is open.

I will be proud, I will readpoliticauthors, I will baffle Sir

Toby, I will wash off gross acquaintance, I will bepoint-devise

the very man. I donot nowfool myself, to let imagination

jade me; foreveryreason 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 akind ofinjunction

drives me to these habits of her liking. I thank my stars I

am happy. I willbe strange, stout, in yellowstockings, and

cross-gartered, even with the swiftness of putting on. Jove

and my stars be praised! Here is yet a postscript.

[Reads]Thou canst not choose but know who I am. If thou entertainest

my love, let it appear in thy smiling; thy smiles become

thee well; therefore in my presence still smile,dearmy sweet, I prithee.

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 pension160of thousands to be paid from the Sophy.

Fab.I will not give my part of this sport for a pension

of thousands to be paid from the Sophy.

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

Sir And.Socould I too.

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

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

another jest.

165Sir And.Nor Ineither.

Sir And.Nor Ineither.

Fab.Here comes my noble gull-catcher.

Re-enterMaria.

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

Sir And.Or o' mine either?

Sir To.Shall I play my freedomattray-trip, and become170thy bond-slave?

Sir To.Shall I play my freedomattray-trip, and become

thy bond-slave?

Sir And.I' faith, or I either?

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

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?

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

Sir To.Like aqua-vitæ with a midwife.

Mar.If you will then see the fruits of the sport, markhis first approach before my lady: he will come to her inyellow stockings, and 'tis a colour she abhors, and cross-gartered,a fashion she detests; and he will smile upon her,180which will now be so unsuitable to her disposition, beingaddicted toa melancholyas she is, that it cannot but turnhim into a notable contempt. If you will see it, follow me.

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

addicted toa melancholyas she is, that it cannot but turn

him into a notable contempt. If you will see it, follow me.

Sir To.To thegates of Tartar, thou most excellentdevil of wit!

Sir To.To thegates of Tartar, thou most excellent

devil of wit!

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

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

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