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.

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[Exeunt.

SCENE III.

The Street. Enter ANTONIO, and SEBASTIAN.

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 and 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: 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?
Fiij

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Ant.

Ant. To-morrow, sir; best, first, go see your lodg

ing.

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 duke his gallies,
I did some service; of such note, indeed,

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That, were I ta'en here, it would scarce be answer'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 traffick's sake,
Most of our city did : only myself stood out :

For which, if I be lapsed in this place,

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Ant. It doth not fit me. Hold, sir, here's my purse: In the south suburbs, at the Elephant,

Is best to lodge: I will bespeak our diet,

Whiles you beguile your time, and feed your knowledge,

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With viewing of the town; there shall you have me.
Seb. Why I your purse?
Ant. Haply, your eye shall light upon some toy
You have desire to purchase; and your store,

I think,

I think, is not for idle markets, sir.

Seb. I'll be your purse-bearer, and leave you for An hour.

Ant. To the Elephant.

Seb. I do remember.

[Exeunt.

SCENE IV.

OLIVIA'S House. Enter OLIVIA, and MARIA.

Oli. I have sent after him: He says, he'll come; How shall I feast him? what bestow of him?

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For youth is bought more oft, than begg'd, or borrow'd.

I speak too loud.

Where is Malvolio -he is sad, and civil,

And suits well for a servant with my fortunes ;-
Where is Malvolio?

Mar. He's coming, madam; but in very strange

manner.

He is sure, possest, madam.

Oli. Why, what's the matter? does he rave?
Mar. No, madam,

He does nothing but smile: your ladyship were best

To have some guard about you, if he come,

For, sure, the man is tainted in his wits.

Oli. Go, call him hither.-I'm as mad as he.

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Enter

Enter MALVOLIO.

If sad and merry madness equal be..

How now, Malvolio?

Mal. Sweet lady, ho, ho. [Smiles fantastically.

Oli. Smil'st thou ?

I sent for thee upon a sad occasion.

Mal. Sad, lady? I could be sad : This does make some obstruction in the blood, this cross-gartering; But what of that? if it please the eye of one, it is with me as the very true sonnet is: Please one, and please all. 333

Oli. Why, how dost thou, man? what is the matter with thee?

Mal. Not black in my mind, though yellow in my legs: It did come to his hands, and commands shall be executed. I think, we do know the sweet Roman hand.

Oli. Wilt thou go to bed, Malvolio?

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Mal. To bed? ay, sweet heart; and I'll come to thee.

Oli. God comfort thee! Why dost thou smile so, and kiss thy hand so oft?

Mar. How do you, Malvolio?

Mal. At your request? Yes; Nightingales answer daws.

*Mar. Why appear you with this ridiculous boldness before my lady?

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Mal. Be not afraid of greatness :-'Twas well writ.
Oli. What meanest thou by that, Malvolio?
Mal. Some are born great,—

Oli. Ha

Mal. Some achieve greatness,

Oli. What say'st thou ?

Mal. And some have greatness thrust upon them.

Oli. Heaven restore thee !

Mal. Remember, who commended thy yellow stockings

Oli. Thy yellow stockings?

Mal. And wish'd to see thee cross-garter'd.

Oli. Cross-garter'd?

Mal. Ge to: thou art made, if thou desirest to be so ;—

Oli. Am I made?

Mal. If not, let me see thee a servant still.

Oli. Why, this is a very midsummer madness.

Enter Servant.

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Ser. Madam, the young gentleman of the count Orsino's is return'd; I could hardly entreat hin back: he attends your ladyship's pleasure.

Oli. I'll come to him. low be look'd to.

Good Maria, let this fel

Where's my cousin Toby? let some of my people have a special care of him ; I would not have him miscarry for the half of my dowry.

[Exit.

Mal. Oh, ho! do you come near me now? no worse man than Sir Toby to look to me? This concurs directly with the letter: she sends him on purpose, that I may appear stubborn to him; for she incites me to that in the letter. Cast thy humble slough, says she;-be opposite with a kinsman,-surly with servants,―let thy tongue tang with arguments of state,put thyself into the trick of singularity; and, consequently,