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SEBASTIAN.

If you will not undo what you have done- that is, kill

him whom you have recover'd-desire it not. Fare ye well at once;

my bosom is full of kindness, and I am yet 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

ANTONIO. The gentleness of all the gods go with thee!

I have many cnemies in Orsino's court,

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

SCENE II. A street

Enter VIOLA and MALVOLIO at several doors

MALVOLIO.

Were you not ev'n now with the Countess Olivia?

VIOLA.

Even now, sir; on a moderate pace I have since arriv'd but hither.

MALVOLIO.

She returns this ring to you, sir; you might have saved

me my pains, to have taken it away yourself. She 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.

VIOLA.

She took the ring of me; I'll none of it.

MALVOLIO.

Come, sir, you peevishly threw it to her; and her will is

it should be so return'd. If it be worth stooping for, there it

lies in your eye; if not, be it his that finds it.

Exit

VIOLA. I left no ring with her; what means this lady?

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

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

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.

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;

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 t' untie! Exit

SCENE III. OLIVIA'S house

Enter SIR TOBY and SIR ANDREW

SIR TOBY.

Approach, Sir Andrew. Not to be abed after midnight is to

be up betimes; and 'diluculo surgere' thou know'st-

AGUECHEEK.

Nay, by my troth, I know not; but I know to be up late

is to be up late.

SIR TOBY.

A false conclusion! I hate it as an unfill'd 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 lives

consist of the four elements?

AGUECHEEK.

Faith, so they say; but I think it rather consists of

eating and drinking.

SIR TOBY.

Th'art a scholar; let us therefore eat and drink.

Marian, I say! a stoup of wine.

Enter CLOWN

AGUECHEEK.

Here comes the fool, i' faith.

CLOWN.

How now, my hearts! Did you never see the picture of 'we three'?

SIR TOBY.

Welcome, ass. Now let's have a catch.

AGUECHEEK.

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 in very

gracious fooling last night, when thou spok'st of

Pigrogromitus,

of the Vapians passing the equinoctial of Queubus; 'twas very

good, i' faith. I sent thee sixpence for thy leman; hadst it?

CLOWN.

I did impeticos thy gratillity; for Malvolio's nose is no

whipstock. My lady has a white hand, and the Myrmidons are no

bottle-ale houses.

AGUECHEEK.

Excellent! Why, this is the best fooling, when all is

done. Now, a song.

SIR TOBY.

Come on, there is sixpence for you. Let's have a song.

AGUECHEEK.

There's a testril of me