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Vio. Then think you right; I am not what I am.
Oli. I would you were as I would have you be!

Vio. Would it be better, madam, than I am,
I wish it might; for now I am your fool.
Oli. [aside.] 0, what a deal of scorn looks

beautiful In the contempt and anger of his lip! A murderous guilt shows not itself more soon Than love that would seem hid: love's night is

noon.

woo,

Cesario, by the roses of the spring,
By maidhood, honour, truth, and everything,
I love thee so, that, maugre all thy pride,
Nor wit, nor reason, can my passion hide.
Do not extort thy reasons from this clause,
For, that I

thou therefore hast no cause :But, rather, reason thus with reason fetter;Love sought is good, but, given unsought, is better.

Vio. By innocence I swear, and by my youth, I have one heart, one bosom, and one truth, And that no woman has; nor never none Shall mistress be of it, save I alone. And so adieu, good madam; never more Will I my master's tears to you deplore.

Oli. Yet come again : for thou, perhaps, mayst

move

That heart, which now abhors, to like his love.

[Exeunt.

SCENE II.-A Room in Olivia's House.

Enter Sir TOBY BELCH, Sir ANDREW AGUECHEEK,

and FABIAN. Sir And. No, faith, I'll not stay a jot longer. Sir To. Thy reason, dear venom, give thy

reason.

Fab. You must needs yield your reason, sir Andrew.

Sir And. Marry, I saw your niece do more favours to the count's serving man than ever she bestowed upon me; I saw't i' the orchard.

Sir To. Did she see thee the while, old boy ? tell me that.

Sir And. As plain as I see you now.
Fab. This was a great argument of love in her

toward you.

Sir And. 'Slight! will you make an ass o'me?

Fab. I will prove it legitimate, sir, upon the oaths of judgment and reason.

Sir To. And they have been grand jury-men since before Noah was a sailor.

Fab. She did show favour to the youth in your sight, only to exasperate you, to awake your dormouse valour, to put fire in your heart, and brimestone in your liver. You should then have accosted her; and with some excellent jests, fire-new from the mint, you should have banged the youth into dumbness. This was looked for at your hand, and this was baulked: the double guilt of this opportunity you let time wash off, and you are now sailed into the north of my lady's opinion; where you will hang like an icicle on a Dutchman's beard, unless you do redeem it by some laudable attempt, either of valour or policy.

Sir And. An't be any way, it must be with valour; for policy I hate: I had as lief be a Brownist as a politician.

Sir To. Why then, build me thy fortunes upon the basis of valour. Challenge me the count's youth to fight with him ; hurt him in eleven places; my niece shall take note of it; and assure thyself, there is no love-broker in the world can more prevail in man's commendation with woman, than report of valour.

Fab. There is no way but this, sir Andrew.

Sir And. Will either of you bear me a challenge to him ?

Sir To. Go, write it in a martial hand; be curst and brief;

it is no matter how witty, so it be eloquent and full of invention; taunt him with the license of ink: if thou thou: 'st him some thrice, it shall not be amiss; and as many lies as will lie in thy sheet of paper, although the sheet were big enough for the bed of Ware in England, set 'em down; go, about it. Let there be gall enough in thy ink; though thou write with a goose-pen, no matter: about it.

Sir And. Where shall I find you ?
Sir To. We'll call thee at the cubiculo: go.

[Exit Sir ANDREW. Fab. This is a dear manakin to you, sir Toby.

Sir To. I have been dear to him, lad; some two thousand strong, or so.

Fab. We shall have a rare letter from him : but you'll not deliver it ?

Sir To. Never trust me then; and by all means stir on the youth to an answer.

I think oxen and wainropes cannot hale them together. For Andrew, if he were opened, and you find so much blood in his liver as will clog the foot of a flea, I'll eat the rest of the anatomy.

Fab. And his opposite, the youth, bears in his visage no great presage of cruelty.

Sir To. Look where the youngest wren of nine

:

comes.

Enter MARIA. Mar. 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 To. And cross-gartered ?

Mar. Most villanously; like a pedant that keeps a school i' the church.—I have dogged him like his murderer : he does obey every point of the letter that I dropped to betray him. He does smile his face into more lines than are in the new map with the augmentation of the Indies : you have not seen such a thing as 'tis ; I can hardly förbear 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 To. Come, bring us, bring us where he is.

[Exeunt.

SCENE III.- A Street.

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

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

Ant. 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 an i unhospitable : 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,
And thanks, and ever thanks; and oft good turns
Are shuffled 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?
Ant. To-morrow, sir; best, first, go see your

, lodging.
Seb. 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.
Ant.

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 an-

swer'd. Seb. Belike you slew great number of his

people ? Ant. The 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.
Seb.

Do not then walk too open.
Ant. It doth not fit me. Hold, sir, here's my

purse ;

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