Chapter XXI: Act II: SCENE I. The sea-coast

_Enter_ ANTONIO _and_ SEBASTIAN.

_Ant._ Will you stay no longer? nor will you not that
I go with you?

_Seb._ By your patience, no. My stars shine darkly over
me: the malignancy of my fate might perhaps distemper
yours; therefore I shall crave of you your leave that I may 5
bear my evils alone: it were a bad recompense for your
love, to lay any of them on you.

_Ant._ Let me yet know of you whither you are bound.

_Seb._ No, sooth, sir: my determinate voyage is mere
extravagancy. But I perceive in you so excellent a touch 10
of modesty, that you will not extort from me what I am
willing to keep in; therefore it charges me in manners the
rather to express myself. You must know of me then,
Antonio, my name is Sebastian, which I called Roderigo.
My father was that Sebastian of Messaline, whom I know 15
you have heard of. He left behind him myself and a
sister, both born in an hour: if the heavens had been
pleased, would we had so ended! but you, sir, altered that;
for some hour before you took me from the breach of the
sea was my sister drowned. 20

_Ant._ Alas the day!

_Seb._ A lady, sir, though it was said she much resembled
me, was yet of many accounted beautiful: but, though
I could not with such estimable wonder overfar believe
that, yet thus far I will boldly publish her; she bore a 25
mind that envy could not but call fair. She is drowned
already, sir, with salt water, though I seem to drown her
remembrance again with more.

_Ant._ Pardon me, sir, your bad entertainment.

_Seb._ O good Antonio, forgive me your trouble. 30

_Ant._ If you will not murder me for my love, let me
be your servant.

_Seb._ If you will not undo what you have done, that is,
kill him whom you have recovered, desire it not. Fare ye
well at once: my bosom is full of kindness, and I am yet 35
so near the manners of my mother, that upon the least occasion
more mine eyes will tell tales of me. I am bound
to the Count Orsino's court: farewell. [_Exit._

_Ant._ The gentleness of all the gods go with thee!
I have many enemies in Orsino's court, 40
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._

LINENOTES:

SCENE I. The sea-coast.] Capell. The street. Rowe.

[1, 2] _longer? ... with you?_] _longer: ... with you._ F.

[5] _I shall crave_] _I crave_ Rowe.

[9] _sooth_] _in sooth_ Johnson. _'sooth_ Capell.

[14] _Roderigo_] Collier. _Rodorigo_ Ff.

[15] _Messaline_] _Metelin_ Hanmer. _Mitylene_ Capell conj.

[17] _an_] F1 F2. _one_ F3 F4.

[19] _hour_] _houre_ F1 F2. _houres_ F3. _hours_ F4.

[19] _breach_] _beach_ Grey conj.

[22] _though_] _who, tho'_ Hanmer.

[24] _not ... overfar_] _not overfar_ Warburton conj. _not with
self-estimation wander so far_ Collier (Collier MS.). _not with such
estimators wander overfar to_ Singer MS. _not with such estimate
wander overfar to_ Bailey conj.

_with ... wonder_] Omit as spurious. Warburton conj.

[26] _envy could not but_] _envy itself would_ Capell conj.

[38] _Count_] _Duke_ Rowe.

[40] _many_] F1 F2. _made_ F3 F4.

SCENE II. _A street._

_Enter_ VIOLA, MALVOLIO _following_.

_Mal._ Were not you even now with the Countess Olivia?

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

_Mal._ She returns this ring to you, sir: you might have
saved me my pains, to have taken it away yourself. She 5
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. 10

_Vio._ She took the ring of me: I'll none of it.

_Mal._ Come, sir, you peevishly threw it to her; and her
will is, it should be so returned: 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? 15
Fortune forbid my outside have not charm'd her!
She made good view of me; indeed, so much,
That methought her eyes had lost her tongue,
For she did speak in starts distractedly.
She loves me, sure; the cunning of her passion 20
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, 25
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 of, such we be. 30
How will this fadge? my master loves her dearly;
And I, poor monster, fond as much on him;
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; 35
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._

LINENOTES:

SCENE II. Enter....] Enter V. and M. at severall doores. Ff.

[1] _even_, _ev'n_ Ff. _e'en_ Rowe.

[4] _sir_:] _sir; for being your Lord's she'll none of it_. Hanmer.

[9, 10] _Receive it so_] _Receive it, sir_ Capell.

[11] _the ring of me: I'll_] _the ring of me, Ile_ Ff (_I'le_ F3 F4).
_the ring of me! I'll_ Malone (Anon. conj.). _no ring of me; I'll_
Malone conj. _this ring of me! She'll_ Id. conj.

[16] _have not_] _should have_ Hanmer.

[18] _That_] F1. _That sure_ F2 F3 F4. _That oft_] Jackson conj.
_That, as_ Anon. conj.

_That ... her_] _Methought her eager_ Seymour conj.

_had lost_] _did let_ Hanmer. _had crost_ Warburton. _had los'd_
Becket conj.

[22] _None ... none._] This line is transposed by Hanmer to the
beginning of the speech.

[23] _I am the_] _I should be_ Hanmer.

_man: if it be so, as 'tis_,] _man, if ... so, as tis_, F1. _man, if
... so as tis_, F2 (_'tis,_ F3 F4). _man, if ... so: as 'tis_, Hanmer.
_if it be so_, (_as, 'tis_;) Theobald.

[27, 28] _the proper-false ... their forms_] _thy purpose false ...
thy forms_ Jackson conj.

[27] _proper-false_] Malone. _proper false_ Ff.

[29] _our_] F2 F3 F4. _O_ F1.

[30] _made of, such_] Rann (Tyrwhitt conj.). _made, if such_ Ff.
_made, ev'n such_ Hanmer. See note (VI).

[32] _monster_] _minister_ Hanmer.

[32, 33] _as much on him; And_] _as much on him As_ Dyce conj.

[34] _man_] _a man_ F3 F4.

[39] _to untie_] _t'unty_ Ff.

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,' thou
know'st,--

_Sir And._ Nay, by my troth, I know not: but I know,
to be up late is to be up late. 5

_Sir To._ A false conclusion: I hate it as an unfilled 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 10
consists of eating and drinking.

_Sir To._ Thou'rt a scholar; let us therefore eat and
drink. Marian, I say! a stoup of wine!

_Enter_ Clown.

_Sir And._ Here comes the fool, i'faith.

_Clo._ How now, my hearts! did you never see the picture 15
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 20
in very gracious fooling last night, when thou spokest of
Pigrogromitus, of the Vapians passing the equinoctial of
Queubus: 'twas very good, i'faith. I sent thee sixpence for
thy leman: hadst it?

_Clo._ I did impeticos thy gratillity; for Malvolio's nose 25
is no whipstock: my lady has a white hand, and the
Myrmidons are no bottle-ale houses.

_Sir And._ Excellent! why, this is the best fooling, when
all is done. Now, a song.

_Sir To._ Come on; there is sixpence for you: let's have 30
a song.

_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? 35

_Sir To._ A love-song, a love-song.

_Sir And._ Ay, ay: I care not for good life.

_Clo._ [_Sings_]

O mistress mine, where are you roaming?
O, stay and hear; your true love's coming,
That can sing both high and low: 40
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. 45

_Clo._ [_Sings_]

What is love? 'tis not hereafter;
Present mirth hath present laughter;
What's to come is still unsure:
In delay there lies no plenty;
Then come kiss me, sweet and twenty, 50
Youth's a stuff will not endure.

_Sir And._ A mellifluous voice, as I am 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. 55
But shall we make the welkin dance indeed? shall we
rouse 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 dog at a
catch. 60

_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
constrained in't to call thee knave, knight. 65

_Sir And._ 'Tis not the first time I have constrained 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. Come, begin. [_Catch sung._

_Enter_ MARIA.

_Mar._ What a caterwauling do you keep here! If my 70
lady have not called 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? Tillyvally. 75
Lady! [_Sings_] 'There dwelt a man in Babylon, lady, lady!'

_Clo._ Beshrew me, the knight's in admirable fooling.

_Sir And._ Ay, he does well enough if he be disposed,
and so do I too: he does it with a better grace, but I do it
more natural. 80

_Sir To._ [_Sings_] 'O, the twelfth day of December',--

_Mar._ For the love o' God, peace!

_Enter_ MALVOLIO.

_Mal._ My masters, are you mad? or what are you?
Have you no wit, manners, nor honesty, but to gabble like
tinkers at this time of night? Do ye make an alehouse of 85
my lady's house, that ye squeak out your coziers' catches
without any mitigation or remorse of voice? Is there no
respect of place, persons, nor time in you?

_Sir To._ We did keep time, sir, in our catches. Sneck
up! 90

_Mal._ Sir Toby, I must be round with you. My lady
bade me tell you, that, though she harbours you as her
kinsman, she's nothing allied to your disorders. If you
can separate yourself and your misdemeanours, you are
welcome to the house; if not, an it would please you to 95
take leave of her, she is very willing to bid you farewell.

_Sir To._ 'Farewell, dear heart, since I must needs be gone.'

_Mar._ Nay, good Sir Toby.

_Clo._ 'His eyes do show his days are almost done.'

_Mal._ Is't even so? 100

_Sir To._ 'But I will never die.'

_Clo._ Sir Toby, there you lie.

_Mal._ This is much credit to you.

_Sir To._ 'Shall I bid him go?'

_Clo._ 'What an if you do?' 105

_Sir To._ 'Shall I bid him go, and spare not?'

_Clo._ 'O no, no, no, no, you dare not.'

_Sir To._ Out o' tune, sir: ye lie. Art any more than a
steward? Dost thou think, because thou art virtuous,
there shall be no more cakes and ale? 110

_Clo._ Yes, by Saint Anne, and ginger shall be hot i'
the mouth too.

_Sir To._ Thou'rt i' the right. Go, sir, rub your chain
with crums. A stoup of wine, Maria!

_Mal._ Mistress Mary, if you prized my lady's favour at 115
any thing more than contempt, you would not give means
for this uncivil rule: she shall know of it, by this hand.
[_Exit._

_Mar._ Go shake your ears.

_Sir And._ 'Twere as good a deed as to drink when a
man's a-hungry, to challenge him the field, and then to 120
break promise with him and make a fool of him.

_Sir To._ Do't, knight: I'll write thee a challenge; or
I'll deliver thy indignation to him by word of mouth.

_Mar._ Sweet Sir Toby, be patient for to-night: since
the youth of the count's was to-day with my lady, she is 125
much out of quiet. For Monsieur Malvolio, let me alone
with him: if I do not gull him into a nayword, and make
him a common recreation, do not think I have wit enough
to lie straight in my bed: I know I can do it.

_Sir To._ Possess us, possess us; tell us something of 130
him.

_Mar._ Marry, sir, sometimes he is a kind of puritan.

_Sir And._ O, if I thought that, I'ld beat him like a dog!

_Sir To._ What, for being a puritan? thy exquisite reason,
dear knight? 135

_Sir And._ I have no exquisite reason for't, but I have
reason good enough.

_Mar._ The devil a puritan that he is, or any thing constantly,
but a time-pleaser; an affectioned ass, that cons
state without book and utters it by great swarths: the best 140
persuaded of himself, so crammed, as he thinks, with excellencies,
that it is his grounds of faith that all that look on
him love him; and on that vice in him will my revenge
find notable cause to work.

_Sir To._ What wilt thou do? 145

_Mar._ I will drop in his way some obscure epistles of
love; wherein, by the colour of his beard, the shape of his
leg, the manner of his gait, the expressure of his eye, forehead,
and complexion, he shall find himself most feelingly
personated. I can write very like my lady your niece: on 150
a forgotten matter we can hardly make distinction of our
hands.

_Sir To._ Excellent! I smell a device.

_Sir And._ I have 't in my nose too.

_Sir To._ He shall think, by the letters that thou wilt 155
drop, that they come from my niece, and that she's in love
with him.

_Mar._ My purpose is, indeed, a horse of that colour.

_Sir And._ And your horse now would make him an ass.

_Mar._ Ass, I doubt not. 160

_Sir And._ O, 'twill be admirable!

_Mar._ Sport royal, I warrant you: I know my physic
will work with him. I will plant you two, and let the fool
make a third, where he shall find the letter: observe his
construction of it. For this night, to bed, and dream on 165
the event. Farewell. [_Exit._

_Sir To._ Good night, Penthesilea.

_Sir And._ Before me, she's a good wench.

_Sir To._ She's a beagle, true-bred, and one that adores
me: what o' that? 170

_Sir And._ I was adored once too.

_Sir To._ Let's to bed, knight. Thou hadst need send
for more money.

_Sir And._ If I cannot recover your niece, I am a foul
way out. 175

_Sir To._ Send for money, knight: if thou hast her not
i' the end, call me cut.

_Sir And._ If I do not, never trust me, take it how you
will.

_Sir To._ Come, come, I'll go burn some sack; 'tis too 180
late to go to bed now: come, knight; come, knight.
[_Exeunt._

LINENOTES:

SCENE III. OLIVIA'S house.] Rowe.

[2] _diluculo_] Rowe. _Deliculo_ F1. _Diliculo_ F2 F3 F4.

[3] _know'st,--_] Theobald. _know'st._ Ff.

[9] _Does ... life_] Rowe (ed. 2). _Does ... lives_ Ff. _Do ... lives_
Malone.

[12] _Thou'rt_ Capell. _Th'art_ Ff. _Thou art_ Steevens.

[13] _Marian_] _Maria_ Pope.

_stoup_] _stoope_ F1 F2 F3. _stoop_ F4.

[18] _breast_] _breath_ L. H. apud Theobald conj.

[22] _Pigrogromitus_] _Pigrogomitus_ Boswell.

[24] _leman_] Theobald. _Lemon_ Ff.

[25] _impeticos thy gratillity_] _impeticoat thy gratuity_ Rann
(Johnson conj.).

[27] _Myrmidons_] Theobald. _Mermidons_ Ff. _Mirmidons_ Pope.

[33] _give a--_] See note (VII).

[39] _and hear_;] _and heare,_ F1 F2. _and hear_, F3 F4. _for here_
Collier MS.

[42] _lovers_] _lovers'_ Warburton.

[46] _love?_] Pope, _love_, Ff.

[49] _delay_] _decay_ Warburton.

[50] _Then come kiss me_] _Come, a kiss then_ Johnson conj.

[52] _true_] _a true_ Rowe.

[57] _souls_] _sols_ (i.e. _sous_) Jackson conj.

[59] _An_] Pope. _And_ Ff.

_dog_] _dogge_ F1 F2. _a dog_ F3 F4.

[64] _knight?_] Capell. _knight._ Ff.

[70] SCENE IV. Pope.

[75] _am I not_] _am not I_ F3 F4.

[76, 81] [Sings] Singing. Rowe.

[81] _O_] _O' S._ Walker conj.

_the twelfth_] _the twelfe_ F1 F2. _twelf_ F3 F4.

[85] _ye_] _you_ Hanmer.

[86] _coziers'_] _cottiers_ Warburton.

[89, 90] _Sneck up_] F3 F4. _Snecke up_ F1 F2. _Strike up_ Rowe (ed.
2). _Sneak-cup_ Rann (Steevens and Capell conj.). _Sneb up_ Becket
conj. _Snack up_ Jackson conj. _Snick up_ Collier (Dyce).

[90] [Hiccoughs. Theobald.

[92] _though_] F1 F2. om. F3 F4.

[93] _kinsman_] _uncle_ Rowe (ed. 2).

[95] _an_] Rowe (ed. 2). _and_ Ff.

[97] See note (VIII).

[98] Mar.] Mal. Steevens.

[101] _never_] _nevery_ F2.

[105] _an_] Theobald, _and_ Ff.

[107] _no, no, no, no_] _no, no, no_ Theobald.

[108] _tune, sir_:] _tune sir,_ Ff. _time, sir?_ Theobald,
_tune!--sir,_ Collier. _tune, sir?_ Staunton.

_Art_] _Art thou_ Rowe.

[113] _Thou'rt_] Rowe. _Th'art_ Ff.

_chain_] _chin_ Johnson conj.

[114] _stoup_] _stope_ Ff. stoop Rowe.

[120] _the field_] _to the field_ Rowe (ed. 2.)

[125] _the youth_] _that youth_ Collier MS.

_count's_] _Duke's_ Rowe.

[127] _a nayword_] Rowe. _an ayword_ Ff. _a byeword_ L.H. apud
Theobald conj.

[130] Sir To.] Sir And. S. Walker conj.

[132] _puritan_] _a puritan_ Hanmer.

[139] _affectioned_] _affected_ Hanmer.

[140] _state without book_] _stale wit out of books_ Anon. conj.

_swarths_] _swaths_ Collier.

[142] _grounds_] F1. _ground_ F2 F3 F4.

[155] _letters_] _letter_ Collier MS.

[156] _they come_] _it comes_ Collier MS.

_she's_] _she is_ F4.

[159] Sir And.] Sir To. Harness (Tyrwhitt conj.).

[160] _Ass, I_] _As I_ S. Walker conj.

[163] _with him_] _him him_ Rowe (ed. 2).

[164] _his_] F1. _this_ F2 F3 F4.

SCENE IV. _The_ DUKE'S _palace_.

_Enter_ DUKE, VIOLA, CURIO, _and others._

_Duke._ Give me some music. Now, good morrow, friends.
Now, good Cesario, but that piece of song,
That old and antique song we heard last night:
Methought it did relieve my passion much,
More than light airs and recollected terms 5
Of these most brisk and giddy-paced times:
Come, but one verse.

_Cur._ He is not here, so please your lordship, that
should sing it.

_Duke._ Who was it? 10

_Cur._ Feste, the jester, my lord; a fool that the lady Olivia's
father took much delight in. He is about the house.

_Duke._ Seek him out, and play the tune the while.
[_Exit Curio. Music plays._

Come hither, boy: if ever thou shalt love,
In the sweet pangs of it remember me; 15
For such as I am all true lovers are,
Unstaid and skittish in all motions else,
Save in the constant image of the creature
That is beloved. How dost thou like this tune?

_Vio._ It gives a very echo to the seat 20
Where Love is throned.

_Duke._ Thou dost speak masterly:
My life upon't, young though thou art, thine eye
Hath stay'd upon some favour that it loves:
Hath it not, boy?

_Vio._ A little, by your favour. 25

_Duke._ What kind of woman is't?

_Vio._ Of your complexion.

_Duke._ She is not worth thee, then. What years, i' faith?

_Vio._ About your years, my lord.

_Duke._ Too old, by heaven: let still the woman take
An elder than herself; so wears she to him, 30
So sways she level in her husband's heart:
For, boy, however we do praise ourselves,
Our fancies are more giddy and unfirm,
More longing, wavering, sooner lost and worn,
Than women's are.

_Vio._ I think it well, my lord. 35

_Duke._ Then let thy love be younger than thyself,
Or thy affection cannot hold the bent;
For women are as roses, whose fair flower
Being once display'd, doth fall that very hour.

_Vio._ And so they are: alas, that they are so; 40
To die, even when they to perfection grow!

_Re-enter_ CURIO _and_ Clown.

_Duke._ O, fellow, come, the song we had last night.
Mark it, Cesario, it is old and plain;
The spinsters and the knitters in the sun
And the free maids that weave their thread with bones 45
Do use to chant it: it is silly sooth,
And dallies with the innocence of love,
Like the old age.

_Clo._ Are you ready, sir?

_Duke._ Ay; prithee, sing. [_Music._ 50

SONG.

_Clo._ Come away, come away, death,
And in sad cypress let me be laid;
Fly away, fly away, breath;
I am slain by a fair cruel maid.
My shroud of white, stuck all with yew, 55
O, prepare it!
My part of death, no one so true
Did share it.

Not a flower, not a flower sweet,
On my black coffin let there be strown; 60
Not a friend, not a friend greet
My poor corpse, where my bones shall be thrown:
A thousand thousand sighs to save,
Lay me, O, where
Sad true lover never find my grave, 65
To weep there!

_Duke._ There's for thy pains.

_Clo._ No pains, sir; I take pleasure in singing, sir.

_Duke._ I'll pay thy pleasure then.

_Clo._ Truly, sir, and pleasure will be paid, one time or 70
another.

_Duke._ Give me now leave to leave thee.

_Clo._ Now, the melancholy god protect thee; and the
tailor make thy doublet of changeable taffeta, for thy mind
is a very opal. I would have men of such constancy put 75
to sea, that their business might be every thing and their
intent every where; for that's it that always makes a good
voyage of nothing. Farewell. [_Exit._

_Duke._ Let all the rest give place.
[_Curio and Attendants retire._
Once more, Cesario,
Get thee to yond same sovereign cruelty: 80
Tell her, my love, more noble than the world,
Prizes not quantity of dirty lands;
The parts that fortune hath bestow'd upon her,
Tell her, I hold as giddily as fortune;
But 'tis that miracle and queen of gems 85
That nature pranks her in attracts my soul.

_Vio._ But if she cannot love you, sir?

_Duke._ I cannot be so answer'd.

_Vio._ Sooth, but you must.
Say that some lady, as perhaps there is,
Hath for your love as great a pang of heart 90
As you have for Olivia: you cannot love her;
You tell her so; must she not then be answer'd?

_Duke._ There is no woman's sides
Can bide the beating of so strong a passion
As love doth give my heart; no woman's heart 95
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 revolt;
But mine is all as hungry as the sea, 100
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?

_Vio._ Too well what love women to men may owe: 105
In faith, they are as true of heart as we.
My father had a daughter loved a man,
As it might be, perhaps, were I a woman,
I should your lordship.

_Duke._ And what's her history?

_Vio._ A blank, my lord. She never told her love, 110
But let concealment, like a worm i' the bud,
Feed on her damask cheek: she pined in thought;
And with a green and yellow melancholy
She sat like patience on a monument,
Smiling at grief. Was not this love indeed? 115
We men may say more, swear more: but indeed
Our shows are more than will; for still we prove
Much in our vows, but little in our love.

_Duke._ But died thy sister of her love, my boy?

_Vio._ I am all the daughters of my father's house, 120
And all the brothers too: and yet I know not.
Sir, shall I to this lady?

_Duke._ Ay, that's the theme.
To her in haste; give her this jewel; say,
My love can give no place, bide no denay. [_Exeunt._

LINENOTES:

SCENE IV.] SCENE V. Pope.

THE DUKE'S palace.] The Palace. Rowe.

[5] _terms_] _tunes_ Knight conj.

[13] _Seek_] _Go, seek_ Capell.

[Exit Curio.] Pope.

[17] _motions_] _notions_ Warburton (Theobald conj.). See note (IX).

[20] _to the seat_] _from the seat_ Warburton.

[34] _worn_] F4. _worne_ F1 F2 F3. _won_ Hanmer.

[41] Re-enter....] Enter.... Ff.

[45] _free_] _fair_ Grey conj.

[47] _dallies_] _tallies_ Warburton.

[50] _Ay; prithee_] _Ay; pr'ythee_ Capell. _I prethee_ Ff.

[53] _Fly ... fly_] Rowe. _Fye ... fie_ F1

F2. _Fie ... fie_ F3 F4.

[56] _O, prepare_] _Prepare_ Pope.

[64] _O, where_] _where_ Pope.

[65] _Sad_] om. Pope.

_true lover_] _true-love_ Capell.

_never_] _ne'er_ Rann.

[71] _another_] _other_ Rowe.

[72] _Give me ... thee_] _I give thee ... me_ Harness.

[73] Clo.] Duk. F2.

[77] _every where_] _no where_ Warburton.

[79] SCENE VI. Pope.

[C. and A. retire.] Edd. Exeunt C. and A. Capell. om. Ff.

[86] _pranks her in_] _pranks, her mind,_ Warburton. _pranks in her_
Jackson conj.

[88] _I_] Hanmer. _It_ Ff.

[97, 98] _appetite_,-- ... _palate_,--_] Capell, _appetite, ...
pallat_ F1 F2. _appetite: ... pallat,_ F3 F4.

[99] _suffer_] _suffers_ Rowe.

[101] _digest_] _disgest_ F2.

[109] _And what's_] _What's_ Pope.

[113] _a green and yellow_] _agrein and hallow_ Becket conj.

[114] _sat like ... monument,_] _sat, like ... monument_ Hunter conj.

[120, 121] _I am all the daughters ... And all the brothers too;--and
yet_] _She's all the daughters ... And I am all the sons, but yet_
Hanmer.

[124] _My_] F1 F3 F4. _Thy_ F2.

SCENE V. OLIVIA'S _garden_.

_Enter_ SIR TOBY, SIR ANDREW, _and_ FABIAN.

_Sir To._ Come thy ways, Signior Fabian.

_Fab._ Nay, I'll come: if I lose a scruple of this sport,
let me be boiled to death with melancholy.

_Sir To._ Wouldst thou not be glad to have the niggardly
rascally sheep-biter come by some notable shame? 5

_Fab._ I would exult, man: you know, he brought me
out o' 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._ An we do not, it is pity of our lives. 10

_Sir To._ Here comes the little villain.

_Enter_ MARIA.

How now, my metal of India!

_Mar._ Get ye all three into the box-tree: Malvolio's
coming down this walk: he has been yonder i' the sun
practising behaviour to his own shadow this half hour: observe 15
him, for the love of mockery; for I know this letter
will make a contemplative idiot of him. Close, in the
name of jesting! Lie thou there [_throws down a letter_];
for here comes the trout that must be caught with
tickling. [_Exit._ 20

_Enter_ MALVOLIO.

_Mal._ 'Tis but fortune; all is fortune. Maria once told
me she did affect me: and I have heard herself come thus
near, that, should she fancy, it should be one of my complexion.
Besides, she uses me with a more exalted respect
than any one else that follows her. What should I think 25
on't?

_Sir To._ Here's an overweening rogue!

_Fab._ O, peace! Contemplation makes a rare turkey-cock
of him: how he jets under his advanced plumes!

_Sir And._ 'Slight, I could so beat the rogue! 30

_Sir To._ Peace, I say.

_Mal._ To be Count Malvolio!

_Sir To._ Ah, rogue!

_Sir And._ Pistol him, pistol him.

_Sir To._ Peace, peace! 35

_Mal._ There is example for't; the lady of the Strachy
married the yeoman of the wardrobe.

_Sir And._ Fie on him, Jezebel!

_Fab._ O, peace! now he's deeply in: look how imagination
blows him. 40

_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 me, in my branched
velvet gown; having come from a day-bed, where I have 45
left Olivia sleeping,--

_Sir To._ Fire and brimstone!

_Fab._ O, peace, peace!

_Mal._ And then to have the humour of state; and after a
demure travel of regard, telling them I know my place as I 50
would they should do theirs, to ask for my kinsman Toby,--

_Sir To._ Bolts and shackles!

_Fab._ O, peace, peace, peace! now, now.

_Mal._ Seven of my people, with an obedient start,
make out for him: I frown the while; and perchance wind 55
up my watch, or play with my--some rich jewel. Toby
approaches; courtesies there to me,--

_Sir To._ Shall this fellow live?

_Fab._ Though our silence be drawn from us with cars,
yet peace. 60

_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 65
me on your niece give me this prerogative of speech,'--

_Sir To._ What, what?

_Mal._ 'You must amend your drunkenness.'

_Sir To._ Out, scab!

_Fab._ Nay, patience, or we break the sinews of our plot. 70

_Mal._ 'Besides, you waste the treasure of your time
with a foolish knight,'--

_Sir And._ That's me, I warrant you.

_Mal._ 'One Sir Andrew,'--

_Sir And._ I knew 'twas I; for many do call me fool. 75

_Mal._ What employment have we here?
[_Taking up the letter._

_Fab._ Now is the woodcock near the gin.

_Sir To._ O, peace! and the spirit of humours intimate
reading aloud to him!

_Mal._ By my life, this is my lady's hand: these be her 80
very C's, her U's and her T's; 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! By your leave, wax. Soft! 85
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.

_Mal._ [_reads_] Jove knows I love:
But who? 90
Lips, do not move;
No man must know.
'No man must know.' What follows? the numbers altered!
'No man must know:' if this should be thee, Malvolio?

_Sir To._ Marry, hang thee, brock! 95

_Mal._ [_reads_] I may command where I adore;
But silence, like a Lucrece knife,
With bloodless stroke my heart doth gore:
M, O, A, I, doth sway my life.

_Fab._ A fustian riddle! 100

_Sir To._ Excellent wench, say I.

_Mal._ 'M, O, A, I, doth sway my life.' Nay, but first,
let me see, let me see, let me see.

_Fab._ What dish o' poison has she dressed him!

_Sir To._ And with what wing the staniel checks at it! 105

_Mal._ 'I may command where I adore.' Why, she
may command me: I serve her; she is my lady. Why, this
is evident to any formal capacity; there is no obstruction
in this: and the end,--what should that alphabetical position
portend? If I could make that resemble something 110
in me,--Softly! M, O, A, I,--

_Sir To._ O, ay, make up that: he is now at a cold scent.

_Fab._ Sowter will cry upon't for all this, though it be
as rank as a fox.

_Mal._ M,--Malvolio; M,--why, that begins my name. 115

_Fab._ Did not I say he would work it out? the cur is
excellent at faults.

_Mal._ M,--but then there is no consonancy in the sequel;
that suffers under probation: A should follow, but O does.

_Fab._ And O shall end, I hope. 120

_Sir To._ Ay, or I'll cudgel him, and make him cry O!

_Mal._ And then I comes behind.

_Fab._ Ay, an you had any eye behind you, you might
see more detraction at your heels than fortunes before you.

_Mal._ M, O, A, I; this simulation is not as the former: 125
and yet, to crush this a little, it would bow to me, for every
one of these letters are in my name. Soft! here follows prose.

[_Reads_] If this fall into thy hand, revolve. In my stars I am above
thee; but be not afraid of greatness: some are born great, some achieve
greatness, and some have greatness thrust upon 'em. Thy Fates open 130
their hands; let thy blood and spirit embrace them; and, to inure
thyself to what thou art like to be, cast thy humble slough and appear
fresh. Be opposite with a kinsman, surly with servants; let thy
tongue tang arguments of state; put thyself into the trick of
singularity: she thus advises thee that sighs for thee. Remember who 135
commended thy yellow stockings, and wished to see thee ever
cross-gartered: I say, remember. Go to, thou art made, if thou desirest
to be so; if not, let me see thee a steward still, the fellow of
servants, and not worthy to touch Fortune's fingers. Farewell. She that
would alter services with thee, 140

THE FORTUNATE-UNHAPPY.

Daylight and champain discovers not more: this is open.
I will be proud, I will read politic authors, I will baffle Sir
Toby, I will wash off gross acquaintance, I will be point-devise
the very man. I do not now fool myself, to let imagination 145
jade me; for every reason excites to this, that my lady
loves me. She did commend my yellow stockings of late,
she did praise my leg being cross-gartered; and in this she
manifests herself to my love, and with a kind of injunction
drives me to these habits of her liking. I thank my stars I 150
am happy. I will be strange, stout, in yellow stockings, and
cross-gartered, even with the swiftness of putting on. Jove
and my stars be praised! Here is yet a postscript.

[_Reads_] Thou canst not choose but know who I am. If thou entertainest
my love, let it appear in thy smiling; thy smiles become 155
thee well; therefore in my presence still smile, dear my sweet,
I prithee.

Jove, I thank thee: I will smile; I will do every thing that
thou wilt have me. [_Exit._

_Fab._ I will not give my part of this sport for a pension
of thousands to be paid from the Sophy. 160

_Sir To._ I could marry this wench for this device.

_Sir And._ So could I too.

_Sir To._ And ask no other dowry with her but such
another jest.

_Sir And._ Nor I neither. 165

_Fab._ Here comes my noble gull-catcher.

_Re-enter_ MARIA.

_Sir To._ Wilt thou set thy foot o' my neck?

_Sir And._ Or o' mine either?

_Sir To._ Shall I play my freedom at tray-trip, and become
thy bond-slave? 170

_Sir And._ I' faith, or I either?

_Sir To._ Why, thou hast put him in such a dream, that
when the image of it leaves him he must run mad.

_Mar._ Nay, but say true; does it work upon him?

_Sir To._ Like aqua-vitæ with a midwife. 175

_Mar._ If you will then see the fruits of the sport, mark
his first approach before my lady: he will come to her in
yellow stockings, and 'tis a colour she abhors, and cross-gartered,
a fashion she detests; and he will smile upon her,
which will now be so unsuitable to her disposition, being 180
addicted to a melancholy as she is, that it cannot but turn
him into a notable contempt. If you will see it, follow me.

_Sir To._ To the gates of Tartar, thou most excellent
devil of wit!

_Sir And._ I'll make one too. [_Exeunt._ 185

LINENOTES:

SCENE V.] SCENE VII. Pope.

OLIVIA'S garden.] Pope.

[3] _boiled_] _broiled_ Grey conj.

[7] _O'_] _Of_ Rowe.

[10] _An_] Pope. _And_ Ff.

_it is_] _'tis_ Rowe (ed. 1). _it's_ Id. (ed. 2).

[11] Enter M.] Ff (after line 10).

[12] _metal_] Malone. _Mettle_ F1. _Nettle_ F2 F3 F4.

[18] [Men hide themselves. Capell.

[throws down a letter] Theobald.

[21] SCENE VIII. Pope.

[30] _'Slight_] F3 F4. _Slight_ F1 F2. _'Slife_ Rowe.

[31, 35] Sir To.] Fab. Edd. conj.

[36] _Strachy_] _Stratarch_ Hanmer. _Trachy_ Warburton. _Trachyne_
Capell conj. _Straccio_ Smith conj. _Starchy_ Steevens conj.
_Stitchery_ Becket conj. _Stratico_ R.P. Knight conj. _Astrakhan_ C.
Knight conj. _Strozzi_ Collier conj. _Stracci_ Lloyd conj. _Sophy_ or
_Saucery_ or _Satrape_ Anon. apud Halliwell conj.

[37] _the wardrobe_] _her wardrobe_ Capell conj.

[38] _him_] _her_ Lloyd conj.

[49] _humour_] _honour_ Collier MS.

[51] _kinsman_] _uncle_ Rowe (ed. 2).

[56] _my--some_] Collier. _my some_ F1 F2. _some_ F3 F4.

[59] _Though ... cars_] _Silence! though our ears be withdrawn from
us_ Becket conj.

_with cars_] F1. _with cares_ F2 F3 F4. _by th' ears_ Hanmer. _with
carts_ Johnson conj. _with cables_ Tyrwhitt conj. _with cats_ Jackson
conj. _with tears_ Singer conj. _with racks_ S. Walker conj. _with
cords_ Grant White. _with_ _screws_ Bailey conj. _with cart-ropes_
Hunter conj. _with curs_ Anon. conj.

[65] _Cousin_] Ff. _Uncle_ Rowe (ed. 2).

[76] _employment_] _implement_ Hanmer (Theobald conj.).

[Taking....] Taking up a letter. Rowe.

[78] _and_] _now_ Rowe.

[84, 89, 96] [reads] Capell.

[85] _Soft!_] Rowe. _Soft,_ Ff.

[89-92] _Jove ... know_] As prose in Ff.

[90] _But who?_] _Alas! but who?_ Hanmer.

[91] _Lips,_] Edd. (Capell MS.). _Lips_ Ff.

[93] _numbers altered!_] Capell. _numbers alter'd:_ Ff. _number's
alter'd_ Rowe (ed. 2). _numbers alter_ Hanmer.

[97] _Lucrece knife_] Rowe (ed. 2). _Lucresse knife_ F1 F2. _Lucress
wife_ F3 F4. _Lucrece' knife_ Dyce (S. Walker conj.).

[96-99] _I may ... my life_] As in Hanmer. Printed as two lines in Ff.

[103] _let me see, let me see, let me see_] _let me see, let me see_
F3 F4.

[104] _o'_] Dyce. _a_ F1 F2. _of_ F3 F4.

[105] _staniel_] Hanmer. _stallion_ Ff. _falcon_ Collier MS.

[110] _portend? ... me,--_] Capell. _portend, ... me?_ Ff. _portend.
... me?_ Rowe (ed. 1). _portend? ... me?_ Id. (ed. 2). _portend? ...
me._ Hanmer.

[112] _make up_] _make out_ Hanmer. _take up_ Anon. conj.

[113] _be_] _ben't_ Hanmer.

[115] _M, Malvolio ... name_] _M,-- why ... name. M,--Malvolio!_ or
_M,--M,--M,--why ... name_ Edd. conj.

[118] _sequel;_] Rowe. _sequel_ Ff.

[119] _suffers_] _suffices_ Anon. conj.

[123] _an_] Hanmer. _and_ Ff. _and if_ Capell conj.

[125] _simulation_] _similation_ Capell conj. MS.

[126] _bow to me_] F1 F2. _bow me_ F3 F4.

[127] _are_] _is_ Rowe (ed. 2).

[128] [Reads] Capell.

[129] _born_] Rowe. _become_ Ff.

_achieve_] _atcheeues_ F1. See note (X).

[130] _thrust upon'em_] _thrust uppon em_ F1. _thrust upon em_ F2.
_put upon em_ F3. _put upon them_ F4. _thrust upon them_ Rowe (ed. 2).

[131, 132] _them; ... be,_] _them_, ... _be:_ F1 F2 F3. _them_, ...
_be;_ F4.

[134] _tang_] Ff. _tang with_ Hanmer.

[141, 142] _thee,_ THE FORTUNATE-UNHAPPY. Daylight] Capell. _thee, the
fortunate unhappy daylight_ Ff (_tht_ F1). _thee. The fortunate and
happy daylight_ Rowe. _thee the fortunate and happy. Daylight_ Hanmer.

[142] _champain_] Dyce. _champian_ F1 F2. _champion_ F3 F4.
_champaign_ Collier (ed. 1).

_discovers not_] Ff. _discovers no_ Pope, _discover no_ Hanmer.

[143] _politic_] _pollticke_ F1.

[144, 145] _point-devise_] _point devise_ Ff. _point-de-vice_
Steevens.

[145] _not now_] F1. _now_ F2 F3 F4. _not_ Hanmer.

[146] _every_] _very_ Capell conj.

[149] _kind of_] _kind_ Capell conj.

[151] _be strange, stout_] _bestir me, strut_ Anon. conj.

_stockings_] _stocking_ F2.

[154] [Reads] Collier.

[156] _dear_] _deero_ F1.

[162] _So_] _And so_ Hanmer.

[165] SCENE IX. Pope.

[167] Re-enter M.] Enter M. Ff (after line 164).

[169] _at_] _at a_ F3 F4.

[181] _a melancholy_] _melancholy_ F3 F4.

[183] _gates of Tartar_] _gates Tartar_ F4. _gates, Tartar_ Rowe.
_gates of Tartarus_ Collier MS.

[185] [Exeunt.] Exeunt. Finis Actus secundus. F1. Exeunt. Finis Actus
secundi. F2 F3 F4.