Vio. My matter hath no voice, lady, but to your own most pregnant 1 and vouchsafed ear.

Sir An. 'Odors,' 'pregnant,' and 'vouchsafed: -I'll get 'em all three all ready.

Oli. Let the garden door be shut, and leave me to my hearing.

[Exeunt Sir Toby, Sir Andrew, and Maria. Give me your hand, sir.

Vio. My duty, madam, and most humble service. Oli. What is your name?

Vio. Cesario is your servant's name, fair princess. Oli. My servant, sir! 'Twas never merry world, Since lowly feigning was call'd compliment : You are servant to the count Orsino, youth.

Vio. And he is yours, and his must needs be

yours;

Your servant's servant is your servant, madam.

Oli. For him, I think not on him: for his thoughts, Would they were blanks, rather than fill'd with me! Vio. Madam, I come to whet your gentle thoughts On his behalf :—

Oli.

O, by your leave, I pray you;
I bade you never speak again of him :
But, would you undertake another suit,

I had rather hear you to solicit that,

Than music from the spheres.

Vio. Dear lady,—

Oli. Give me leave, 'beseech you. I did send,

1 Ready.

After the last enchantment you did here,1
A ring in chase of you; so did I abuse
Myself, my servant, and, I fear me, you:
Under your hard construction must I sit,
To force that on you, in a shameful cunning,
Which you knew none of yours. What might you

think?

Have you not set mine honor at the stake,

And baited it with all the unmuzzled thoughts
That tyrannous heart can think? To one of your
receiving 2

Enough is shown; a cyprus,3 not a bosom,
Hides my heart. So let me hear you speak.
Vio. I pity you.

Oli.

That's a degree to love.

Vio. No, not a grise; for 'tis a vulgar proof,5 That very oft we pity enemies.

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:

1 After the last enchantment your presence worked in my affections. 2 Ready apprehension.

4 Step.

3 A thin transparent stuff.
The experience of every day shows.

There lies your way, due west.

Vio.

Then westward-hoe!

Grace and good disposition 'tend 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, madam, than I am,
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 murderous guilt shows not itself more soon
Than love that would seem hid: love's night is noon.

Cesario, by the roses of the spring,

By maidhood, honor, truth, and every thing,
I love thee so, that, maugre1 all thy pride,
Nor wit nor reason can my passion hide.
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.

In spite of.

And so adieu, good madam; never more
Will I my master's tears to you deplore.

Oli. Yet come again: for thou, perhaps, mayst

move,

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

[Exeunt.

SCENE II.

A room in Olivia's house.

Enter SIR TOBY BELCH, SIR ANDREW AGUE-CHEEK, and FABIAN.

Sir An. 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 Andrew.

Sir An. Marry, I saw your niece do more favors 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 An. As plain as I see you now.

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

Sir An. 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.

Fab. She did show favor to the youth in your sight, only to exasperate you, to awake your dor

SHAK.

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mouse valor, 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 banged the youth into dumbness. This was looked for at your hand, and this was baulked: the double gilt of this opportunity you let time wash off, and you are now sailed into the north of my lady's opinion; where you will hang like an icicle on a Dutchman's beard, unless you do redeem it by some laudable attempt either of valor or policy.

Sir An. And 't be any way, it must be with valor ; for policy I hate: I had as lief be a Brownist 1 as a politician.

Sir To. Why then, build me thy fortunes upon the basis of valor. 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 valor.

Fab. There is no way but this, sir Andrew.

Sir An. Will either of you bear me a challenge to him?

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 license of ink: if thou thou'st him some thrice, it shall

1 Famous separatists in the reign of Queen Elizabeth.
2 Petulant.