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the tailor make thy doublet of changeable taffati, for thy mind is a very opal! I would have men of such constancy put to sea, that their bulsiness might be every thing, and their intent eveTy where : for that's it, that always makes a good voyage of nothing. - Farewel. [Exit Clown. Duke. Let all the rest give place.
[Exeunt Curio and Attendants.
Vio. But, if she cannot love you, Sir?
Vio. 'Sooth, but 'you must.
Duke. There is no woman's sides, Can bide the bearing of so strong a passion As love doth give my heart: no woman's heart so big, to hold so much; they lack retention. Alas, their love may be call'd appetite, No motion of the liver, but the palate, That suffer surfeit, cloyment, and revolte; But mine is all as hungry as the sea, And can digest as much: make no compare Between that love a woman can bear me, And that I owe Olivia.
Vio. Ay, but I know,
Duke. What dost thou know? VOL. II.
Vio. Too well what love women to men may owe:
Duke. And what's her history?
Vio. A blank, my Lord : She never told her love,
Duke. But dy'd thy sister of her love, my boy?
Vio. I am all the daughters of my father's house,
Duke. Ay, that's the theme.
Entor SIR TOBY BELCH, SIR ANDREW AGUE
CHEEK, and FABIAN.
Fab. Nay, I'll come; if I lose a scruple of this sport, let me be boil'd to death with melancholy.
Sir To. Would'st thou not be glad to have the niggardły rascally sheep-biter come by some notable shame?
Tab. I would exult, man: you know, he
brought me ont of favour with my lady, about a bear - baiting here.
Sir To. To anger him, we'll have the bear again; and we will fool him black and blue : Shall we not, Sir Andrew ?
Sir And. Au we do not, it is pity of our lives.
Enter MARIA. Sir To. Here comes the little villain: How now, my nettle of India ?
Mar. Get ye all three into the box-tree: Malvolio's coming down this walk; he lias been yonder i'the sun, practising behaviour to his own shadow, this half hour: observe him, for the love of mockery; for, I know, this letter will make a contemplative ideot of him. Close, in the name of jesting! [The men hide themselves.] Lie thou there ; [throws down a letter.] for here the trout that must be caught with tickling.
[Exit MARIA. Enter 'MALVOLIO. Mal. 'Tis but fortune; all is fortune. Maria once told me, she did affect me: and I have heard herself come thus rear, that, should she fancy, it should be one of my complexion. Besides, she me with a more exalted respect,
than any one else that follows her. What should I think on't?
Sir To. Here's an over-weening rogne !
Fab. 0, peace! Contemplation makes a rare turkey.cock of him; how he jets under his ad. vanced plumes !
Sir And. 'Slight, I could so beat the rogue:-
Sir To. Ah, rogue !
Mal. There is example fort; the lady of the strachy married the yeoman of the wardrobe.
Sir And. Fie on him, Jezebel!
Fab. 0, peace! now he's deeply in; look, hov imagination blows him.
Mal. Having been three months married to her, sitting in my state,
Sir To. O, for a stone-bow, to hit him in the eye!
Mal. Calling my officers about branch'd velvet gown; having come from a day. bed, where I have left Olivia śleeping:
Sir To. Fire and brimstone !
Mal. And then to have the humour of states 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 !
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?
Fab. Nay, patience, or we break the sinews of our plot.
Mal. Besides, you waste the treasure of your time with a foolish knight;
Sir And. That's me, I warrant you.
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. 0, peace! and the spirit of humours intimate reading aloud to him!
Mal. By my life, this is my lady's hand : these be her very C's, hér U's, and her Tz; 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 ! Ву 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.
No man must know.
the numbers altered! No man must know : If this should be thee,