Sir To. And cross-garter'd?

Mar. Moft villainoufly; like a pedant that keeps a fchool i'th' church-I have dogg'd him, like his murtherer. He does obey every point of the letter, that I dropt to betray him. He does fmile his face into more lines than is in the new map, with the augmentation of the Indies; you have not feen fuch a thing, as 'tis; I can hardly forbear hurling things at him. I know my lady will strike him; if the do, he'll fmile, and take't for a great favour.

Sir To. Come, bring us, bring us where he is.

[Exeunt.

SCENE

VI.

Seb.

I

Changes to the Street.

Enter Sebaftian and Antonio.

WOULD not by my will have troubled you. But fince you make your pleasure of your pains,

I will no further chide you.

Ant. I could not stay behind you; my defire.
(More fharp than filed fteel) did fpur me forth;
And not all love to fee you (tho' fo much,
As might have drawn one to a longer voyage.)
But jealoufy what might befal your travel,
Being skillefs in thefe parts; which to a stranger,
Unguided and unfriended, often prove
Rough and unhofpitable. My willing love,
The rather by these arguments of fear,
Set forth in your pursuit.

Seb. My kind Antonio,

I can no other answer make, but thanks 4;

And thanks, and ever thanks, and oft good turns
Are fhuffled off with fuch uncurrent pay;
But were my worth, as is my confcience, firm,
You should find better dealing: what's to do?
Shall we go fee the relicks of this town?

Ant. To-morrow, Sir; beft, firft, go fee your lodging.

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

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

Ant. 'Would, you'd pardon me :

I do not without danger walk these streets.
Once, in a fea-fight 'gainft the Duke his gallies,
I did fome fervice, of fuch note, indeed,

That were I ta'en here, it would scarce be answer❜d.
Seb. Belike, you flew great number of his people.
Ant. Th' offence is not of fuch a bloody nature,
Albeit the quality of the time and quarrel
Might well have given us bloody argument:
It might have fince been anfwer'd in repaying
What we took from them, which, for traffick's fake,
Most of our city did. Only myself stood out;
For which, if I be lapfed in this place,

I fhall pay dear.

Seb. Do not then walk too open.

Ant. It doth not fit me: hold, Sir, here's my purse. In the fouth fuburbs at the Elephant

rent Pay-] The fecond Line is too fhort by a whole Foot. Then, who ever heard of this goodly double Adverb, ever-oft, which feems to have as much Propriety as, always-fametimes? As I have refior'd the Paffage, it is very much in our Author's Manner and Mode of Expreffion. So, in Cymbeline;

Since when I have been

Debtor to You for Courtefies, which I will be ever to pay, and yet pay ftill.

And in All's well that Ends well, And let me buy your friendly Help thus far, Which I will over-pay, and pay again When I have found it.

THEOBALD.

Is beft to lodge: I will befpeak our diet,

Whiles you beguile your time, and feed your knowledge With viewing of the town; there fhall you have me. Seb. Why I your purse?

Ant. Haply, your eye fhall light upon

fome toy

You have defire to purchase; and your store,

I think, is not for idle markets, Sir.

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

Oli.

Ant. To th' Elephant.

Seb. I do remember.

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SCENE VII.

Changes to Olivia's House.

Enter Olivia and Maria.

[Exeunt.

HAVE fent after him, he fays he'll come; How fhall I feaft him? what beftow on him? For youth is bought more oft, than begg'd or borrow'd.

I fpeak too loud.

Where is Malvolio? he is fad and civil,

And fuits well for a fervant with my

Where is Malvolio?

fortunes.

Mar. He's coming, Madam; but in very strange

He is fure poffeft, Madam.

Oli. Why, what's the matter, does he rave?

Mar. No, Madam, he does nothing but smile; your ladyfhip were best to have fome guard about you, if he come; for fure the man is tainted in his wits. Oli. Go call him hither.

I'm as mad as he,

Enter Malvolio.

If fad and merry madness equal be.

How now, Malvolio?

Mal. Sweet lady, ha, ha.

[Smiles fantastically.

Oli. Smil'ft thou? I fent for thee upon a fad occafion.

Mal. Sad, lady? I could be fad; this does make fome obstruction in the blood; this cross-gartering; but what of it? if it please the eye of One, it is with me as the very true fonnet is: Pleafe one, and pleafe all. Oli. Why? how doft thou, man? what is the matter with thee?

Mal. Not black in my mind, tho' yellow in my legs it did come to his hands, and commands fhall be executed. I think, we do know that sweet Roman hand.

Oli. Wilt thou go to bed, Malvolio?

Mal. To bed? ay, fweet heart; and I'll come to thee.

Oli. God comfort thee! why doft thou fmile fo, and kifs thy hand so oft?

Mar. How do you, Malvolio?

Mal. At your request?

Yes, nightingales answer daws!

Mar. Why appear you with this ridiculous bold

nefs before my lady?

Mal. Be not afraid of Greatnefs;-'twas well writ.
Oli. What meaneft thou by that, Malvolio?
Mal. Some are born Great-

Oli. Ha?

Mal. Some atchieve Greatness

Oli. What fay'st thou?..

Mal. And fome have Greatness thrust upon them-
Oli. Heaven restore thee!

Mal. Remember, who commended thy yellow ftock

ings

fo

Oli. Thy yellow stockings?

Mal. And wifh'd to fee thee cross-garter'd-
Oli. Crofs-garter'd?

Mal. Go to, thou art made, if thou defireft to be

Oli. Am I made?

Mal. If not, let me fee thee a fervant ftill.
Oli. Why, this is a very midfummer madness.

Enter Servant.

Ser. Madam, the young gentleman of the Duke Orfino's is return'd; I could hardly entreat him back; he attends your ladyfhip's pleasure.

Oli. I'll come to him. Good Maria, let this fellow be look'd to. Where's my uncle Toby? let fome of my people have a special care of him; I would not have him miscarry for half of my dowry.. [Exit.

SCENE VIII.

Mal. Oh, oh! do you come near me now? no worse man than Sir Toby to look to me! this concurs. directly with the letter; the fends him on purpofe that I may appear ftubborn to him; for fhe incites me to that in the letter. Caft thy humble flough, fays fhe, -- be oppofite with a kinfman,--furly with fervants,-let thy tongue tang with arguments of state,

"" Hot weather often turns the brain, which is, I fuppofe, alluded to here.

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