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Which you knew none of yours: What might you

think?

Have you not set mine honour at the stake,

And baited it with all the unmuzzled thoughts That tyrannous heart can think? To one of your receiving

Enough is shewn; a cyprus, not a bosom,

Hides my poor heart: So let me hear you speak.

Vio. I pity you.

Oli. That's a degree to love.

Vio. No, not a grice; for 'tis a vulgar proof, That very oft we pity enemies.

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Oli. Why then, methinks, 'tis time to smile again : O world, how apt the poor are to be proud!

If one should be a prey, how much the better
To fall before the lion, than the wolf?

[Clock strikes.

The clock upbraids me with the waste of time.—
Be not afraid, good youth, I will not have you:
And yet, when wit and youth is come to harvest,
Your wife is like to reap a proper man :

There lies your way, due west.

Vio. Then westward ho:

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Grace, and good disposition, attend your ladyship! You'll nothing, madam, to my lord by me?

Oli. Stay:

I pr'ythee, tell me, what thou think'st of me.

Vio. That you do think, you are not what you are.
Oli. If I think so, I think the same of you.
Vio. Then think you right; I am not what I am.

Oli. I would, you were as I would have you be! Vio. Would it be better, madám, than I am? 151 I wish it might; for now I am your fool.

Oli. O, what a deal of scorn looks beautiful
In the contempt and anger of his lip!

A murd'rous guilt shews not itself more soon
Than love that would seem hid: love's night is

noon.

Cesario, by the roses of the spring,

By maidhood, honour, truth, and every thing,
I love thee so, that, maugre all thy pride,

Nor wit, nor reason, can my passion hide.

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Do not extort thy reasons from this clause,
For, that I woo, thou therefore hast no cause :
But, rather, reason thus with reason fetter:
Love sought is good, but given unsought, is better.
Vio. By innocence I swear, and by my youth,
I have one heart, one bosom, and one truth,
And that no woman has; nor never none
Shall mistress be of it, save I alone.
And so adieu, good madam; never more
Will I my master's tears to you deplore.

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Oli. Yet come again; for thou, perhaps, may'st

move

That heart, which now abhors, to like his love.

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SCENE II.

An Apartment in OLIVIA's House. Enter Sir TOBY,
Sir ANDREW, and FABIAN.

Sir And. No, faith, I'll not stay a jot longer.
Sir To. Thy reason; dear venom, give thy reason.
Fab. You must needs yield your reason, Sir An-
drew.

Sir And. Marry, I saw your niece do more favours to the count's serving-man, than ever she bestowed upon me; I saw't i'the orchard.

Sir To. Did she see thee the while, old boy; tell me that?

Sir And. As plain as I see you now.

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Fab. This was a great argument of love in her towards you.

Sir And. 'Slight! will you make an ass o' me? Fab. I will prove it legitimate, sir, upon the oaths of judgment and reason.

Sir To. And they have been grand jury-men, since before Noah was a sailor.

2. Fab. She did shew favour to the youth in your sight, only to exasperate you, to awake your dormouse valour, to put fire in your heart, and brimstone in your liver: You should then have accosted her; and with some excellent jests, fire-new from the mint, you should have bang'd the youth into dumbness. This was look'd for at your hand, and this was baulk'd : the double gilt of this opportunity you let time wash

off,

off, and you are now sail'd into the north of my lady's opinion; where you will hang like an isicle on a Dutchman's beard, unless you do redeem it by some laudable attempt, either of valour, or policy.

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Sir And. And't be any way, it must be with valour; for policy I hate: I had as lief be a Brownist, as a politician.

Sir To. Why then, build me thy fortunes upon the basis of valour. Challenge me the count's youth to fight with him; hurt him in eleven places; my niece shall take note of it: and assure thyself, there is no love-broker in the world can more prevail in man's commendation with woman, than report of valour. Fab. There is no way but this, Sir Andrew. Sir And. Will either of you bear me a challenge to him?

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Sir To. Go, write it in a martial hand; be curst and brief: it is no matter how witty, so it be eloquent, and full of invention: taunt him with the licence of ink if thou thou'st him some thrice, it shall not be amiss; and as many lies as will lie in thy sheet of paper, although the sheet were big enough for the bed of Ware in England, set 'em down, go, about it. Let there be gall enough in thy ink; though thou write with a goose-pen, no matter: About it. 221 Sir. And. Where shall I find you?

Sir To. We'll call thee at the Cubiculo: Go. [Exit Sir ANDREW.

Fab. This is a dear manakin to you, Sir Toby. Sir To. I have been dear to him, lad; some two thousand

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thousand strong, or so.

Fab. We shall have a rare letter from him: but you'll not deliver't.

Sir To. Never trust me then; and by all means stir on the youth to an answer. I think, oxen and wainropes cannot hale them together. For Andrew, if he were open'd, and you find so much blood in his liver -as will clog the foot of a flea, I'll eat the rest of the anatomy.

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Fab. And his opposite, the youth, bears in his visage no great presage of cruelty.

Enter MARIA.

Sir To. Look, where the youngest wren of nine

comes.

Mar. If you desire the spleen, and will laugh yourselves into stitches, follow me: yon' gull Malvolio is turned heathen, a very renegado; for there is no christian, that means to be sav'd by believing rightly, can ever believe such impossible passages of grossness. He's in yellow stockings.

Sir To. And cross-garter'd?

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Mar. Most villainously; likę a pedant that keeps a school i' the church.-I have dogg'd him, like his murtherer: He does obey every point of the letter that I dropp'd to betray him. He does smile his face into more lines, than is in the new map, with the augmentation of the Indies; you have not seen such a thing as 'tis; I can hardly forbear hurling things at

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