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Enter Servant.

Ser. Madam, the young Gentleman of the Duke Orfino's is return'd, I could hardly entreat him back; he attends your Ladyship'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 fpecial care of him; I would not have him mifcarry for the half of my dowry. [Exit.

Mal. Oh, ho! do you come near me now? no worfe man than Sir Toby to look to me! this concurs directly with the Letter; the fends him on purpose that I may appear ftubborn to him; for the incites me to that in the Letter. Caft thy humble flough, fays fhe;be oppofite with a Kinsman,-furly with Servants,-let thy tongue tang with arguments of State,- put thy felf into the trick of fingularity;-and confequently fets down the manner how; as a fad face, a reverend carriage, a flow tongue, in the habit of fome Sir of note, and fo forth. I have lim'd her, but it is Jove's doing, and Jove make me thankful! and when the went away now, let this Fellow be look'd to: Fellow! not Maivolio, nor after my degree, but Fellow. Why, every thing adheres together, that no Dram of a Scruple, no Scruple of a Scruple, no Obftacle, no incredulous or unfafe circumftance what can be faid? Nothing, that can be, can come between me and the full profpect of my hopes. Well; Jove, not I, is the doer of this, and he is to be thanked.

Enter Sir Toby, Fabian and Maria.

Sir To. Which way is he, in the name of fanctity? if all the Devils in Hell be drawn in little, and Legion himself poffeft him, yet I'll speak to him.

Fab. Here he is, here he is; how is't with you, Sir? how is't with you, man?

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Mal. Go off; I difcard you; let me enjoy my privacy: go off.

Mar. 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.

Mal.

Mal. Ah, ha! does the fo?

Sir To. 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, defie the Devil; confider, he's an enemy to Mankind.

Mal. Do you know what you fay?

Mar. La, you! if you fpeak ill of the Devil, how he takes it at heart. Pray God, he be not be

witch'd.

Fab. Carry his water to th' wife Woman.

Mar. Marry, and it fhall be done to morrow morning if I live. My Lady would not lose him for more than I'll fay.

Mal. How now, Miftrefs?

Mar. O Lord! -

Sir To. Pr'ythee, hold thy peace; that is not the way: do you not fee, you move him? let me alone with

him.

Fab. No way but gentlenes, gently, gently; the fiend is rough, and will not be roughly us'd.

Sir To. Why, how now, my Bawcock? how doft thou, chuck?

Mal. Sir?

Sir To. Ay, Biddy, come with me. What! Man, tis not for gravity to play at cherry-pit with Satan. Hang him, foul Collier.

Mar. Get him to fay his prayers, good Sir Toby; get him to pray.

Mal. My prayers, minx!

Mar. No, I warrant you, he will not hear of godliness.

Mal. Go hang your felves, all: you are idle fhallow things; I am not of your element, you fhall know more hereafter.

Sir To. Is't poffible?

[Exit.

Fab. If this were plaid upon a Stage now, I could condemn it as an improbable fiction.

Sir To. His very Genius hath taken the infection of the device, Man.

Mar. Nay, purfue him now, left the device take air, and-taint.

-Fab.

Fab. Why, we fhall make him mad, indeed.
Mar. The house will be the quieter.

Sir To. Come, we'll have him in a dark room and bound. My Neice is already in the belief that he's mad; we may carry it thus for our pleasure and his penance, 'till our very paftime, tired out of breath, prompt us to have mercy on him; at which time we will bring the device to the bar, and crown thee for a finder of madmen; but fee, but fee.

Enter Sir Andrew.

Fab. More matter for a May morning.

Sir And. Here's the challenge, read it: I warrant, there's vinegar and pepper in't.

Fab. Is't lo fawcy?

Sir And. Ay, is't? I warrant him do but read,
Sir To. Give me.

[Sir Toby reads. Youth, whatfoever thou art, thou art but a fourvy Fellow. Fab. Good and valiant.

Sir To. Wonder not, nor admire not in thy mind why I do call thee fo; for I will fhew thee no reafon for't.

Fab. A good note; That keeps you from the blow of the law.

Sir To. Thou com'ft to the Lady Olivia, and in my fight She uses thee kindly; but thou lieft in thy throat, that is not the matter I challenge thee for.

Fab. Very brief, and exceeding good fenfe-lefs.

Sir To. I will way-lay thee going home, where if it be thy chance to kill me

Fab. Good.

Sir To. Thou kill'ft me like a Rogue and a Villain. Fab. Still you keep o'th' windy fide of the law: good.

Sir To. Fare thee well, and God have mercy upon one of our Souls: he may have mercy upon mine, but my hope is better, and fo look to thy felf. Thy friend as thou ufeft him, and thy fworn enemy, Andrew Ague-cheek.

Sir To. If this Letter move him not, his Legs cannot: I'll give't him.

Mar.

Mar. You may have very fit occafion for't: he is now in some commerce with my Lady, and will by and by depart.

Sir To. Go, Sir Andrew, fcout me for him at the corner of the Orchard like a Bum-bailiff; fo foon as ever thou feest him, draw; and, as thou draw'st, swear horribly; for it comes to pafs oft, that a terrible oath, with a fwaggering accent fharply twang'd off, gives manhood more approbation than ever proof it felf would have earn'd him. Away.

Sir And. Nay, let me alone for fwearing.

[Exit.

Sir To. Now will not I deliver his Letter; for the behaviour of the young Gentleman gives him out to be of good Capacity and Breeding; his employment between his Lord and my Neice confirms no lefs; therefore this Letter, being fo excellently ignorant, will breed no terror in the Youth; he will find that it comes from a Clod-pole.. But, Sir, I will deliver his Challenge by word of mouth; fet upon Ague-cheek a notable report of valour; and drive the Gentleman, (as, I know, his Youth will aptly receive it,) into a moft hideous opinion of his rage, skill, fury, and impetuofity. This will fo fright them both, that they will kill one another by the look, like Cockatrices.

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Enter Olivia and Viola.

Fab. Here he comes with your Neice; give them way, 'till he take leave, and prefently after him.

Sir To. I will meditate the while upon fome horrid meffage for a challenge. [Exeunt. Oli. I've faid too much unto a heart of ftone, And laid mine honour too unchary out.

There's fomething in me, that reproves my fault;
But fuch a head-strong potent fault it is,

That it but mocks reproof.

Vio. With the fame haviour that your paffion bears, Goes on my Master's grief.

Oli. Here, wear this Jewel for me, 'tis my Picture; -Refuse it not, it hath no tongue to vex you:

And, I beseech you, come again to morrow.

What

What shall you ask of me that I'll deny,
That Honour fav'd may upon asking give?

Vio. Nothing but this, your true love for my Master. Oli. How with mine honour may I give him That, Which I have given to you?

Vio. I will acquit you.

Oli. Well, come again to morrow: fare thee well. A Fiend, like thee, might bear my Soul to Hell. [Exit. Enter Sir Toby and Fabian.

Sir To. Gentleman, God fave thee.
Vio. And you, Sir.

Sir To. That Defence thou haft, betake thee to't; of what nature the wrongs are thou haft done him, I know not; but thy intercepter, full of defpight, bloody as the Hunter, attends thee at the Orchard-end; difmount thy tuck, be yare in thy preparation, for thy affailant is quick, skilful, and deadly.

Vio. You miftake, Sir; I am fure, no man hath any quarrel to me; my remembrance is very free and clear from any image of offence done to any man.

Sir To. You'll find it otherwise, I affure you; therefore, if you hold your Life at any price, betake you to your guard; for your Oppofite hath in him, what youth, ftrength, skill, and wrath can furnish man withal. Vio. I pray you, Sir, what is he?

Sir To. He is Knight, dubb'd with unhack'd rapier, and on carpet confideration; but he is a Devil in private brawl; fouls and bodies hath he divorc'd three; and his incenfement at this moment is fo implacable, that fatisfaction can be none but by pangs of death and fepulcher: hob, nob, is his word; give't, or take't.

Vio. I will return again into the House, and defire fome conduct of the Lady. I am no Fighter. I have heard of fome kind of men, that put quarrels purposely on others to taste their valour: belike, this is a man of that quirk.

Sir To. (16) Sir, no: his indignation derives it felf out of a very competent injury; therefore get you on,

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(16) Sir, no: his Indignation drives itself out of a very competent In. jury] This Error firft obtain'd from Inadvertence, I prefume, in Mr. VOL. II.

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