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Twelfe Night, or, What you will.
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You should finde better dealing: what's to do?
Shall we go see the reliques of this Towne?

Ant.
To morrow sir, best first go see your Lodging?

Seb.
I am not weary, and 'tis long to night
I pray you let vs satisfie our eyes
With the memorials, and the things of fame
That do renowne this City.

Ant.
Would youl'd pardon me:
I do not without danger walke these streetes.
Once in a sea-fight 'gainst the Count his gallies,
I did some seruice, of such note indeede,
That were I tane heere, it would scarse be answer'd.

Seb.
Belike you slew great number of his people.

Ant.
Th' offence is not of such a bloody nature,
Albeit the quality of the time, and quarrell
Might well haue giuen vs bloody argument:
It might haue since bene answer'd in repaying
What we tooke from them, which for Traffiques sake
Most of our City did. Onely my selfe stood out,
For which if I be lapsed in this place
I shall pay deere.

Seb.
Do not then walke too open.

Ant.
It doth not fit me: hold sir, here's my purse,
In the South Suburbes at the Elephant
Is best to lodge: I will bespeake our dyet,
Whiles you beguile the time, and feed your knowledge
With viewing of the Towne, there shall you haue me.

Seb.
Why I your purse?

Ant.
Haply your eye shall light vpon some toy
You haue desire to purchase: and your store
I thinke is not for idle Markets, sir.

Seb.
Ile be your purse-bearer, and leaue you
For an houre.

Ant.
To th' Elephant.

Seb.
Exeunt.I do remember.


Scœna Quarta.


Enter Oliuia and Maria.

Ol.
I haue sent after him, he sayes hee'l come:
How shall I feast him? What bestow of him?
For youth is bought more oft, then begg'd, or borrow'd.
I speake too loud: Where's Maluolio, he is sad, and ciuill,
And suites well for a seruant with my fortunes,
Where is Maluolio?

Mar.
He's comming Madame:
But in very strange manner. He is sure possest Madam.

Ol.
Why what's the matter, does he raue?

Mar.
No Madam, he does nothing but smile: your Ladyship
were best to haue some guard about you, if hee
come, for sure the man is tainted in's wits.

Ol.
Go call him hither.

Enter Maluolio.

I am as madde as hee,
If sad and merry madnesse equall bee.
How now Maluolio?

Mal.
Sweet Lady, ho, ho.

Ol.
Smil'st thou? I sent for thee vpon a sad occasion.

Mal.
Sad Lady, I could be sad:
This does make some obstruction in the blood:
This crosse-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.

Mal.
Why how doest thou man?
What is the matter with thee?

Mal.
Not blacke in my minde, though yellow in my
legges: It did come to his hands, and Commaunds shall
be executed. I thinke we doe know the sweet Romane
hand.

Ol.
Wilt thou go to bed Maluolio?

Mal.
To bed? I sweet heart, and Ile come to thee.

Ol.
God comfort thee: Why dost thou smile so, and
kisse thy hand so oft?

Mar.
How do you Maluolio?

Maluo.
At your request:
Yes Nightingales answere Dawes.

Mar.
Why appeare you with this ridiculous boldnesse
before my Lady.

Mal.
Be not afraid of greatnesse: 'twas well writ.

Ol.
What meanst thou by that Maluolio?

Mal.
Some are borne great.

Ol.
Ha?

Mal.
Some atcheeue greatnesse.

Ol.
What sayst thou?

Mal.
And some haue greatnesse thrust vpon them.

Ol.
Heauen restore thee.

Mal.
Remember who commended thy yellow stockings.

Ol.
Thy yellow stockings?

Mal.
And wish'd to see thee crosse garter'd.

Ol.
Crosse garter'd?

Mal.
Go too, thou art made, if thou desir'st to be so.

Ol.
Am I made?

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

Ol.
Why this is verie Midsommer madnesse.

Enter Seruant.

Ser.
Madame, the young Gentleman of the Count
Orsino's is return'd, I could hardly entreate him backe: he
attends your Ladyships pleasure.

Ol.
Ile come to him.
Good Maria, let this fellow be look'd too. Where's my
Cosine Toby, let some of my people haue a speciall care
of him, I would not haue him miscarrie for the halfe of
exitmy Dowry.

Mal.
Oh ho, do you come neere me now: no worse
man then sir Toby to looke to me. This concurres directly
with the Letter, she sends him on purpose, that I may
appeare stubborne to him: for she incites me to that in
the Letter. Cast thy humble slough sayes she: be opposite
with a Kinsman, surly with seruants, let thy tongue
langer with arguments of state, put thy selfe into the
tricke of singularity: and consequently setts downe the
manner how: as a sad face, a reuerend carriage, a slow
tongue, in the habite of some Sir of note, and so foorth.
I haue lymde her, but it is Ioues doing, and Ioue make me
thankefull. And when she went away now, let this Fellow
be look'd too: Fellow? not Maluolio, nor after my
degree, but Fellow. Why euery thing adheres togither,
that no dramme of a scruple, no scruple of a scruple, no
obstacle, no incredulous or vnsafe circumstance: What
can be saide? Nothing that can be, can come betweene
me, and the full prospect of my hopes. Well Ioue, not I,
is the doer of this, and he is to be thanked.

Enter Toby, Fabian, and Maria.

To.