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

Mal. Calling my officers about me, in my branched velvet gown : having come from a daybed, where I have left Olivia sleeping :

Sir To. Fire and brimstone!
Fab. O, peace, peace!

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

Sir To. Bolts and shackles !
Fab. O, peace, peace, peace! now, now.

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

Sir To. Shall this fellow live?

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

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

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

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

Sir To. What, what?
Mal. You must amend

your

drunkenness. Sir Th. Out, scab!

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

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

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Sir And. That's me, I warrant you.
Mal. One sir Andrew :
Sir And. I knew, 'twas I; for many do call

me fool.

Mal. What employment have we here?

[Taking up the letter. Fab. Now is the woodcock near the gin.

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

Mal. By my life, that 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 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.] Jove knows, I love:

But who?
Lips do not move,

No man must know.

No man must know. - What follows ? the numbers altered !-No man must know:-if this should be thee, Malvolio ?

Sir To. Marry, hang thee, brock!
Mal. [reads.] I may command where I adore;

But silence, like a Lucrece knife,
With bloodles3 stroke my heart doth gore;

M, 0, A, I, doth sway my life.
Fab. A fustian rijlle !
Sir To. Excellent wench, says I.

!. M, 0, A, I, doth sway my life.-Nay, but first, let me see, -let me see,-let me see.

Fab. What dish of poison has she dressed him !

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

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, 0, A, I.

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

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

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

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

sequel ; that suffers under probation : A should follow, but o does.

Fab. And O shall end, I hope.
Sir To. Ay, or I'll cudgel him, and make him

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Mal. And then I comes behind.

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

Mal. M, 0, A, I;—this simulation is not as the former :—and yet, to crush this a little, it would bow to me, for every one of these letters are in my name. Soft ; here follows prose. [Reads.] If this fall into thy hand, revolve. In my

ness :

stars I am above thee; but be not afraid of great

some are born great, some achieve greatness, and some have greatness thrust upon 'em. Thy Fates open their hands ; let thy blood and spirit embrace them. And, to inure thyself to what thou art like to be, cast thy humble slough, and appear fresh.

Be opposite with a kinsman, surely with servants : let thy tongue tang arguments 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. The FORTUNATE-UNHAPPY.--Daylight and champain discovers not more : this is open. I will be proud, I will read politic authors, will baffle Sir Toby, I will wash off gross acquaintance, I will be point-de-vice, the very man. I do not now fool myself, to let imagination jade me; for every reason excites to this, that my lady loves me.

She did commend my yellow stockings of late, she did praise my leg being crossgartered ; and in this she manifests herself to my love, and, with a kind of injunction, drives me to these habits of her liking.

I thank my stars, I am happy. I will be strange, stout, in yellow stockings, and cross-gartered, even with the swiftness of putting on. Jove and my stars be praised !—Here is yet a postscript. 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, dear my sweet, I pr’ythee. Jove, I thank thee.-I will smile; I will do everything that thou wilt have me.

[Exit. Feb. 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 Aid. So could I too.

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

Sir And. Nor I neither.
Fab. Here comes my noble gull-catcher.

Enter MARIA.

Sir To. Wilt thou set thy foot o' my neck ?
Sir And. Or o' mine either?

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

Sir And. I'faith, or I either?

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

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

Sir To. Like aqua-vitæ with a midwife.

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 to a melancholy as she is, that it cannot but turn into a notable contempt : if you will see it, follow me.

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

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

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