tales of me. I am bound to the count Orsino's court i farewel.

[Exit.

Ant. The gentleness of all the gods go with thee! I have many enemies in Orsino's court, Else would I very shortly see thee there:

But, come what may, I do adore thee so,

That danger shall seem sport, and I will go. [Exit.

SCENE II.

Enter VIOLA, and MALVOLIO, at several Doors.

Mal. Were not you even now with the countess Olivia ?

Vio. Even now, sir; on a moderate pace I have since arrived but hither.

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Mal. She returns this ring to you, sir; you might have saved me my pains, to have taken it away your. self. She adds moreover, that you should put your lord into a desperate assurance she will none of him : And one thing more; that you be never so hardy to come again in his affairs, unless it be to report your lord's taking of this. Receive it so.

Vio. She took the ring of me, I'll none of it. 59 Mal. Come, sir, you peevishly threw it to her; and her will is, it should be so return'd: if it be worth stooping for, there it lies in your eye; if not, be it his that finds it.

[Exit.

Vio. I left no ring with her: What means this

lady?

Fortune

Fortune forbid, my outside have not charm'd her!
She made good view of me; indeed so much,
That, sure, methought her eyes had lost her tongue,
For she did speak in starts distractedly.

She loves me, sure; the cunning of her passion
Invites me in this churlish messenger.

None of my lord's ring! why, he sent her none.
I am the man ;-If it be so (as 'tis),

Poor lady, she were better love a dream.
Disguise, I see thou art a wickedness,
Wherein the pregnant enemy does much.
How easy is it, for the proper false

In women's waxen hearts to set their forms!
Alas, our frailty is the cause, not we;

For, such as we are made, if such we be.

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How will this fadge? My master loves her dearly;
And I, poor monster, fond as much on him ; 81
And she, mistaken, seems to dote on me :

What will become of this? As I am man,
My state is desperate for my master's love;
As I am woman, now alas the day!

What thriftless sighs shall poor Olivia breathe?
O time, thou must untangle this, not I;
It is too hard a knot for me to untie.

[Exit.

SCENE III.

OLIVIA'S House. Enter Sir TOBY, and Sir ANDREW. Sir To. Approach, Sir Andrew: not to be a-bed after midnight, is to be up betimes; and diluculo

surgere,

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surgere, thou know'st,

Sir And. Nay, by my troth, I know not: but I know, to be up late, is to be up late.

Sir To. A false conclusion; I hate it as an unfill'd can: To be up after midnight, and to go to bed then, is early; so that, to go to bed after midnight, is to go to bed betimes. Does not our life consist of the four elements?

Sir And. 'Faith, so they say; but, I think, it rather consists of eating and drinking.

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Sir To. Thou art a scholar; let us therefore eat and drink.-Marian, I say !- a stoop of wine!

Enter Clown.

Sir And. Here comes the fool, i'faith.

Clo. How now, my hearts? Did you never see the picture of we three ?

Sir To. Welcome, ass. Now let's have a catch.

Sir And. By my troth, the fool has an excellent breast. I had rather than forty shillings I had such a leg; and so sweet a breath to sing, as the fool has. In sooth, thou wast in very gracious fooling last night, when thou spok'st of Pigrogromitus, of the Vapians passing the equinoctial of Queubus; 'twas very good, i'faith. I sent thee six-pence for thy

leman; Had'st it?

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Clo. I did impeticoat thy gratuity; for Malvolio's nose is no whip-stock: My lady has a white hand, and the Myrmidons are no bottle-ale houses.

Sir And. Excellent! Why, this is the best fooling,

when

Sir To. Come on; there is six-pence for you: let's

have a song.

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Sir And. There's a testril of me too: if one knight give a

Clo. Would you have a love-song, or a song of good life?

Sir To. A love-song, a love-song.

Sir And. Ay, ay; I care not for good life.

Clown sings.

O mistress mine, where are you roaming?
O, stay and hear; your true love's coming,
That can sing both high and low:
Trip no further, pretty sweeting;
Journeys end in lovers' meeting,

Every wise man's son doth know.

Sir And. Excellent good, i'faith!
Sir To. Good, good.

Clo. What is love? 'tis not hereafter;
Present mirth hath present laughter;
What's to come, is still unsure:

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In delay there lies no plenty;

Then come kiss me, sweet and twenty,
Youth's a stuff will not endure.

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Sir And. A mellifluous voice, as I am a true knight. Sir To. A contagious breath.

Sir And. Very sweet and contagious, i'faith. Sir To. To hear by the nose, it is dulcet in contagion. But shall we make the welkin dance indeed? Shall we rouze the night-owl in a catch, that will draw three souls out of one weaver shall we do that?

Sir And. An you love me, let's do't: I am a dog at a catch.

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Clo. By'r lady, sir, and some dogs will catch well. Sir And. Most certain: let our catch be, Thou knave. Clo. Hold thy peace, thou knave, knight? I shall be constrain'd in't to call thee knave, knight.

Sir And. 'Tis not the first time I have constrain'd one to call me knave. Begin, fool; it begins, Hold thy peace.

Clo. I shall never begin, if I hold my peace.
Sir And. Good, i'faith I come, begin.

Enter MARIA.

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[They sing a catch.

Mar. What a catterwauling do you keep here? If my lady have not call'd up her steward, Malvolio, and bid him turn you out of doors, never trust me.

Sir To. My lady's a Cataian, we are politicians; Malvolio's a Peg-a-Ramsey, and Three merry men be we.

Am not I consanguineous? am I not of her blood?
Tilly valley, lady! There dwelt a man in Babylon, lady,
Lady!
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Clo. Beshrew me, the knight's in admirable fooling.