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rest of th' anatomy.
FABIAN. And his opposite, the youth, bears in his visage no great

presage of cruelty.
Enter MARIA

SIR TOBY. Look where the youngest wren of nine comes.
MARIA. If you desire the spleen, and will laugh yourselves into

stitches, follow me. Yond gull Malvolio is turned heathen, a very
renegado; for there is no Christian that means to be saved by

believing rightly can ever believe such impossible passages of
grossness. He's in yellow stockings.

SIR TOBY. And cross-garter'd?
MARIA. Most villainously; like a pedant that keeps a school i' th'

church. I have dogg'd him like his murderer. He does obey every
point of the letter that I dropp'd to betray him. He does smile

his face into more lines than is in the new map with the
augmentation of the Indies. You have not seen such a thing as

'tis; I can hardly forbear hurling things at him. I know my lady
will strike him; if she do, he'll smile and take't for a great

favour.
SIR TOBY. Come, bring us, bring us where he is. Exeunt

SCENE III.
A street

Enter SEBASTIAN and ANTONIO
SEBASTIAN. I would not by my will have troubled you;

But since you make your pleasure of your pains,
I will no further chide you.

ANTONIO. I could not stay behind you: my desire,
More sharp than filed steel, did spur me forth;

And not all love to see you- though so much
As might have drawn one to a longer voyage-

But jealousy what might befall your travel,
Being skilless in these parts; which to a stranger,

Unguided and unfriended, often prove
Rough and unhospitable. My willing love,

The rather by these arguments of fear,
Set forth in your pursuit.

SEBASTIAN. My kind Antonio,
I can no other answer make but thanks,

And thanks, and ever thanks; and oft good turns
Are shuffl'd off with such uncurrent pay;

But were my worth as is my conscience firm,
You should find better dealing. What's to do?

Shall we go see the reliques of this town?
ANTONIO. To-morrow, sir; best first go see your lodging.

SEBASTIAN. I am not weary, and 'tis long to night;
I pray you, let us satisfy our eyes

With the memorials and the things of fame
That do renown this city.

ANTONIO. Would you'd pardon me.
I do not without danger walk these streets:

Once in a sea-fight 'gainst the Count his galleys
I did some service; of such note, indeed,

That, were I ta'en here, it would scarce be answer'd.
SEBASTIAN. Belike you slew great number of his people.

ANTONIO.Th' offence is not of such a bloody nature;
Albeit the quality of the time and quarrel

Might well have given us bloody argument.
It might have since been answer'd in repaying

What we took from them; which, for traffic's sake,
Most of our city did. Only myself stood out;

For which, if I be lapsed in this place,
I shall pay dear.

SEBASTIAN. Do not then walk too open.
ANTONIO. It doth not fit me. Hold, sir, here's my purse;

In the south suburbs, at the Elephant,
Is best to lodge. I will bespeak our diet,

Whiles you beguile the time and feed your knowledge
With viewing of the town; there shall you have me.

SEBASTIAN. Why I your purse?
ANTONIO. Haply your eye shall light upon some toy

You have desire to purchase; and your store,
I think, is not for idle markets, sir.

SEBASTIAN. I'll be your purse-bearer, and leave you for
An hour.

ANTONIO. To th' Elephant.
SEBASTIAN. I do remember. Exeunt

SCENE IV.
OLIVIA'S garden

Enter OLIVIA and MARIA
OLIVIA. I have sent after him; he says he'll come.

How shall I feast him? What bestow of him?
For youth is bought more oft than begg'd or borrow'd.

I speak too loud.
Where's Malvolio? He is sad and civil,

And suits well for a servant with my fortunes.
Where is Malvolio?

MARIA. He's coming, madam; but in very strange manner.
He is sure possess'd, madam.

OLIVIA. Why, what's the matter? Does he rave?
MARIA. No, madam, he does nothing but smile. Your ladyship were

best to have some guard about you if he come; for sure the man is
tainted in's wits.

OLIVIA. Go call him hither. Exit MARIA
I am as mad as he,

If sad and merry madness equal be.
Re-enter MARIA with MALVOLIO

How now, Malvolio!
MALVOLIO. Sweet lady, ho, ho.

OLIVIA. Smil'st thou?
I sent for thee upon a sad occasion.

MALVOLIO. Sad, lady? I could be sad. This does make some
obstruction in the blood, this cross-gartering; but what of that?

If it please the eye of one, it is with me as the very true
sonnet is: 'Please one and please all.'

OLIVIA. Why, how dost thou, man? What is the matter with thee?
MALVOLIO. Not black in my mind, though yellow in my legs.

It did come to his hands, and commands shall be executed.
I think we do know the sweet Roman hand.

OLIVIA. Wilt thou go to bed, Malvolio?
MALVOLIO. To bed? Ay, sweetheart, and I'll come to thee.

OLIVIA. God comfort thee! Why dost thou smile so, and kiss thy hand
so oft?

MARIA. How do you, Malvolio?
MALVOLIO. At your request? Yes, nightingales answer daws!

MARIA. Why appear you with this ridiculousboldness before my lady?
MALVOLIO. 'Be not afraid of greatness.' 'Twas well writ.

OLIVIA. What mean'st thou by that, Malvolio?
AIALVOLIO. 'Some are born great,'-

OLIVIA. Ha?
MALVOLIO. 'Some achievegreatness,'-

OLIVIA. What say'st thou?
MALVOLIO. 'And some have greatnessthrust upon them.'

OLIVIA. Heaven restore thee!
MALVOLIO. 'Remember who commended thy yellow stockings,'-

OLIVIA. 'Thy yellow stockings?'
MALVOLIO. 'And wish'd to see thee cross-garterd.'

OLIVIA. 'Cross-garter'd?'
MALVOLIO. 'Go to, thou an made, if thou desir'st to be so';-

OLIVIA. Am I made?
MALVOLIO. 'If not, let me see thee a servant still.'

OLIVIA. Why, this is very midsummermadness.
Enter SERVANT

SERVANT. Madam, the young gentleman of the Count Orsino's is
return'd; I could hardly entreat him back; he attends your

ladyship's pleasure.
OLIVIA. I'll come to him. [Exit SERVANT] Good Maria, let this

fellow be look'd to. Where's my cousin Toby? Let some of my
people have a special care of him; I would not have him miscarry

for the half of my dowry.
Exeunt OLIVIA and MARIA

MALVOLIO. O, ho! do you come near me now? No worse man than Sir
Toby to look to me! This concurs directly with the letter: she

sends him on purpose, that I may appear stubborn to him; for she
incites me to that in the letter. 'Cast thy humble slough,' says

she. 'Be opposite with kinsman, surly with servants; let thy
tongue tang with arguments of state; put thyself into the trick

of singularity' and consequently sets down the manner how, as: a
sad face, a reverendcarriage, a slow tongue, in the habit of

some sir of note, and so forth. I have lim'd her; but it is
Jove's doing, and Jove make me thankful! And when she went away

now- 'Let this fellow be look'd to.' 'Fellow,' not 'Malvolio' nor
after my degree, but 'fellow.' Why, everything adheres together,

that no dram of a scruple, no scruple of a scruple, no obstacle,
no incredulous or unsafe circumstance- What can be said? Nothing

that can be can come between me and the full prospect of my
hopes. Well, Jove, not I, is the doer of this, and he is to be

thanked.
Re-enter MARIA, with SIR TOBY and FABIAN

SIR TOBY. Which way is he, in the name of sanctity? If all the
devils of hell be drawn in little, and Legion himself possess'd

him, yet I'll speak to him.
FABIAN. Here he is, here he is. How is't with you, sir?

SIR TOBY. How is't with you, man?
MALVOLIO. Go off; I discard you. Let me enjoy my private; go off.

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

MALVOLIO. Ah, ha! does she so?
SIR TOBY. Go to, go to; peace, peace; we must deal gently with him.

Let me alone. How do you, Malvolio? How is't with you? What, man,
defy the devil; consider, he's an enemy to mankind.

MALVOLIO. Do you know what you say?
MARIA. La you, an you speak ill of the devil, how he takes it at

heart! Pray God he be not bewitched.
FABIAN. Carry his water to th' wise woman.

MARIA. Marry, and it shall be done to-morrow morning, if I live. My
lady would not lose him for more than I'll say.

MALVOLIO. How now, mistress!
MARIA. O Lord!

SIR TOBY. Prithee hold thy peace; this is not the way. Do you not
see you move him? Let me alone with him.

FABIAN. No way but gentleness- gently, gently. The fiend is rough,
and will not be roughly us'd.

SIR TOBY. Why, how now, my bawcock!
How dost thou, chuck?

MALVOLIO. Sir!
SIR TOBY. Ay, Biddy, come with me. What, man, 'tis not for gravity

to play at cherrypit with Satan. Hang him, foul collier!
MARIA. Get him to say his prayers, good Sir Toby, get him to pray.

MALVOLIO. My prayers, minx!
MARIA. No, I warrant you, he will not hear of godliness.

MALVOLIO. Go, hang yourselves all! You are idle shallow things; I
am not of your element; you shall know more hereafter.

Exit
SIR TOBY. Is't possible?

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

SIR TOBY. His very genius hath taken the infection of the device,
man.

MARIA. Nay, pursue him now, lest the device take air and taint.
FABIAN. Why, we shall make him mad indeed.

MARIA. The house will be the quieter.


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