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Vio. Sure, my noble lord,
If she be so abandon'd to her sorrow
As it is spoke, she never will admit me.

Dukė. Be clamarous, and leap all civil bounds,
Rather than make unprofited return.

Vio. Say, I do speak with her, my lord; What then?

Duke. O, then, unfold the passion of my love,
Surprize her with discourse of my dear faith :
It shall become thee well to act my woes;
She will attend it better in thy youth,
Than in a nuncio of more grave aspect.

Vio. I think not so, my lord.

Duke. Dear lad, believe it ;
For they shall yet belye thy happy years,
That say, thou art a man : Diana's lip
Is not more smooth, and rubious; thy small pipe
Is as the maiden's organ, shrill and sound,
And all is " semblative a woman's part.
I know, thy constellation is right apt
For this affair :-Some four, or five, attend him;
All, if you will; for I myself am best,
When least in company :-Prosper well in this,
And thou shalt live as freely as thy lord,
To call his fortunes thine.

Vio. I'll do my best.
To woo your lady : [Exit Duke. ] yet, a barrful ftrife!
Who-e'er I woo, myself would be his wife. [Exeunt.

S CE NE V.

Olivia's House.

Enter Maria and Clown. Mar. Nay, either tell me where thou hast been, or I d femblative)—fitted to sustain a woman's part, then performed by boys. barrful Arife!]-a severe task, full of obstacles.

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will not open my lips, fo wide as a bristle may enter, in way of thy excuse: my lady will hang thee for thy absence.

Clo. Let her hang me: he that is well hang'd in this world, needs fear no colours.

Mar. Make that good. Clo. He shall see none to fear. Mar. A good 'lenten answer: I can tell thee where that saying was born, of, I fear no colours.

Clo. Where, good mistress Mary?

Mar. In the wars; and that may you be bold to say in your foolery.

Clo. Well; God give them wisdom, that have it ; and those that are fools, let them use their talents.

Mar. Yet you will be hang’d, for being so long absent, or be turn'd away; Is not that as good as a hanging to you ?

Clo. Marry, a good hanging prevents 8 a bad marriage; and, for turning away, let * summer bear it out.

Mar. You are resolute then?
Clo. Not so neither; but I am resolv'd on two points.

Mar. That, if one break, the other will hold; or, if both break, your 'gaskins fall.

Clo. Apt, in good faith, very apt ! Well, go thy way; if sir Toby would leave drinking, thou wert as witty a piece of * Eve's flesh as any in Illyria.

Mar. Peace, you rogue, no more o’that ; here comes my lady: make your excuse wisely, you were best. [Exit.

flenten)-short. , . 8 a bad marriage; ]-with the criminal.

summer bear it out. )-which will leffen it's inconveniences. i gaskins)-wide breeches, fastened with tags, or points.

" Their points being broken, : « Down fell their hose.”

Henry IV, Pt. I. A& II, Sc. 4. Fal. and Peins. * Eve's fleff]-A wife for him.

Enter

Enter Olivia, and Malvolio. Clo. Wit, and't be thy will, put me into good fooling! Those wits, that think they have thee, do very oft prove fools; and I, that am sure I lack thee, may pass for a wife man: For what says Quinapalus? Better a witty fool, than a foolish wit. God bless thee, lady!

Oli. Take the fool away.
Clo. Do you not hear fellows ? take away the lady.'

Qli. Go to, you're a 'dry fool; I'll no more of you : besides, you grow TM dishonest.

Clo. Two faulis, Madonna, that drink and good coun. sel will amend: for give the dry fool drink, then is the fool not dry; bid the dishonest man mend himself; if he mend, he is no longer dishonest; if he cannot, let the botcher mend him: Anything, that's mended, is but patch'd : virtue, that transgresses, is but patch'd with sin; and fin, that amends, is but patch'd with virtue: If that this simple syllogism will serve, so; if it will not, What remedy? as there is no true cuckold but calamity, so beauty's a flower :-the lady bade take away the fool; therefore, I say again, take her away.

Oli. Sir, I bade them take away you.

Clo. Misprision in the highest degree !-Lady, Cucullus non facit monachum ; that's as much as to say, I wear not motley in my brain. Good Madonna, give me leave to prove you a fool.

Oli. Can you do it?
Clo. Dexterously, good Madonna.
Oli. Make your proof.

Clo, I must catechize you for it, Madonna; Good my mouse of virtue, answer me.

I dry)-bárren. . m dishoneft.)-indecent, lewd.

cuckold bul calamity, so beauty's a flower :)-school, counsellor; al. luding to his threatened discharge, and aiming a covert Itroke at his lady. Ii 3

Oli,

Oli. Well, sir, for want of other idleness, I'll bide your

proof.

Clo. Good Madonna, why mourn'st thou?
Oli. Good fool, for my brother's death.

Clo. I think, his soul is in hell, Madonna. · Oli. I know his soul is in heaven, fool.

Clo. The more fool you Madonna, to mourn for your brother's soul being in heaven.-Take away the fool, gen. tlemen.

Oli. What think you of this fool, Malvolio ? doth he not mend ?

Mal. Yes; and shall do, till the pangs of death shake him: Infirmity, that decays the wise, doth' ever make the better fool.

Clo, God send you, sir, a speedy infirmity, for the better encreasing your folly ! fir Toby will be sworn, that I am no fox; but he will not pass his word for two pence that you are no fool.

Oli. How say you to that, Malvolio? . Mal. I marvel your ladyship takes delight in such a barren rascal; I saw him put down the other day with an ordinary fool, than has no more brain than a stone: Look you now, he's out of his guard already; unless you laugh and minister occasion to him he iş gagg’d. I proteft, I take these wise men, that crow so ato these fet kind of fools, no better than the fools' zanies.

Oli. O, you are sick of self love, Malvolio, and taste with a distemper'd appetite: to be generous, guiltless, and of free disposition, is to take those things for birdbolts, that you deem cannon-bullets : There is no flander in Pan allow'd fool, though he do nothing but rail;

o these set kind of fools,]-fools by profession. Pallow'd fool, ]—

" Go, you are allow'd.Love's LABOUR Lost, A& V, Sc. 2. Biros.

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nor no railing in a known discreet man, though he do nothing but reprove.

Clo. Now, Mercury indue thee 9 with leasing, for thou speak'st well of fools !

Enter Maria. Mar. Madam, there is at the gate a young gentleman, much desires to speak with you.

Oli. From the count Orsino, is it?

Mar. I know not, madam; 'tis a fair young man, and well attended.

Oli. Who of my people hold him in delay ?
Mar. Sir Toby, madam, your kinsman.

Oli, Fetch him off, I pray you; he speaks nothing but madman; Fie on him! Go you, Malvolio: if it be a fuit from the count, I am sick, or not at home; what you will, to dismiss it. [Exit Malvolio.] Now you see, sir, how your fooling grows old, and people disike it.

Clo. Thou haft spoke for us, Madonna, as if thy eldest son should be a fool : whose scull Joye cram with brains, for here comes one of thy kin has a most weak pia mater!

Enter Sir Toby. Oli. By mine honour, half drunk.- What is he at the gate, cousin ?

Sir To. A gentleman. · Oli. A gentleman? What gentleman ?

Sir To. 'Tis a gentleman here-[hiccuping. 1-A plague o'these pickle herring !-How now, sot?

Clo. Good Sir Toby,

4 with leasing, for thou speakwell of fools !]fibbing, for thou feigneft a good apology for foolswith learning, fince thou usest thy wit in favour of fools.

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Oli.

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