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done him, I know not; but thy intercepter, full of despight, bloody as the hunter, attends thee at the orchard end: dismount thy tuck, be yare in thy preparation, for thy assailant is quick, skilful, and deadly.

Vio. You mistake, Sir; I am sure no man hath any quarrel to me; my remembrance is very free and clear from any image of offence done to any man.

Sir To. You'll find it otherwise, I assure you: therefore, if you hold your life at any price, betake you to your guard; for your opposite hath in him what youth, strength, skill, and wrath, can furnish man withal.

Vio. I pray you, Sir, what is he?

Sir To. He is knight, dubbed with unbacked rapier, and on carpet consideration; but he is a devil in private brawl: souls and bodies hath he divorced three; and his incensement at this noment is so implacable, that satisfaction can be none but by pangs of death and sepulchre: hob, nob, is his word; give't, or take't.

make a good show on't; this shall end without
the perdition of souls: Marry, I'll ride your horse
as well as I ride you.
[Aside.

Re-enter FABIAN and VIOLA.

I have his horse [To FAB.] to take up the quarrel;
│I have persuaded him the youth's a devil.

Fab. He is as horribly conceited of him; and pants, and looks pale, as if a bear were at heels.

Sir To. There's no remedy, Sir; he will fight with you for his oath's sake: marry, he hath better bethought him of his quarrel, and he finds that now scarce to be worth talking of: therefore draw, for the supportance of his vow; he protests, he will not hurt you.

Vio. Pray God defend me! A little thing would make me tell them how much I lack of a man. [Aside. Fab. Give ground, if you see him furious. Sir To. Come, Sir Andrew, there's no remedy; the gentleman will, for his honour's sake, have Vio. I will return again into the house, and de- one bout with you: be cannot by the duello + sire some conduct of the lady. I am no fighter. avoid it: but he has promised me, as he is a I have heard of some kind of men, that put quar-gentleman and a soldier, he will not hurt you. rels purposely on others, to taste their valour: belike, this is a man of that quirk.

Sir To. Sir, no; his indignation derives itself out of a very competent injury; therefore, get you on, and give him his desire. Back you shall not to the house, unless you undertake that with me, which with as much safety you might answer him: therefore, on, or strip your sword stark naked for meddle you must, that's certain, or forswear to wear iron about you.

Vio. This is as uncivil, as strange. I beseech you, do me this courteous office, as to know of the knight what my offence to him is; it is something of my negligence, nothing of my purpose.

Sir To. I will do so. Signior Fabian, stay you by this gentleman till my return.

[Exit Sir TOBY. Vio. Pray you, Sir, do you know of this matter?

Fab. I know, the knight is incensed against you, even to a mortal arbitrement; § but nothing of the circumstance more.

Vio. I beseech you, what manner of man is he?

Fab. Nothing of that wonderful promise, to read him by his form, as you are like to find him in the proof of his valour. He is, indeed, Sir, the most skilful, bloody, and fatal opposite that you could possibly have found in any part of Illyria: Will you walk towards him? I will make your peace with him, if I can.

Vio. I shall be much bound to you for't: I am one, that would rather go with sir priest, than sir knight: I care not who knows so much of my [Exeunt.

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Come on; to't.

Sir And. Pray God, he keep his oath!

Enter ANTONIO.

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Than you have heard him brag to you he will.
Sir To. Nay, if you be an undertaker, I am
for you.
[Draws.

Enter two OFFICERS.
Fab. O good Sir Toby, hold; here come the
officers.
Sir To. I'll be with you anon. [To ANTONIO.
Vio. Pray, Sir, put up your sword, if you
please.
[To Sir ANDREW.
Sir And. Marry, will I, Sir;-and, for that I
promised you, I'll be as good as my word: He
will bear you easily, and reins well.

1 Off. This is the man; do thy office.
2 Off. Antonio, I arrest thee at the suit
Of count Orsino.

Ant. You do mistake me, Sir.

1 Off. Ne, Sir, no jot: I know your favour
well,

Though now you have no sea-cap on your head.-
Take him away; he knows, I know him well.

(me

Ant. I must obey.-This comes with seeking
yon;
But there's no remedy; I shall answer it.
What will you do? Now my necessity
Makes me to ask you for my purse: It grieves
Much more, for what I cannot do for you,
Than what befalls myself. You stand amaz'd
But be of comfort.

2 Off. Come, Sir, away.

Ant. I must entreat of you some of that

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Can lack persuasion? Do not tempt my misery,
Lest that it make me so unsound a man,
As to upbraid you with those kindnesses
That I have done for you.

Vio. I know of none:

Nor know I you by voice, or any feature :
I hate ingratitude more in a man,

Than lying, vainness, babbling, drunkenness,
Or any taint of vice, whose strong corruption
Inhabits our frail blood.

Ant. O heavens themselves!

2 Off. Come, Sir, I pray you, go.

Ant. Let me speak a little. This youth that you see here,

I snatch'd one half out of the jaws of death;
Reliev'd him with such sanctity of love,-
And to his image, which, methought, did pro-
mise

Most venerable worth, did I devotion.

1 Off. What's that to us? The time goes by; away.

Ant. But oh! how vile an idol proves this god!

Thou hast, Sebastian, done good feature shame.-
In nature there's no blemish but the mind;
None can be call'd deform'd, but the unkind:
Virtue is beauty; but the beauteous-evil
Are empty trunks, o'erflourish'd

by the devil.

1 Off. The man grows mad; away with him. Come, come, Sir.

Ant. Lead me on.

[Exeunt OFFICERS, with ANTONIO. Vio. Methinks, his words do from such passion fly,

That he believes himself; so do not I.
Prove true, imagination, O prove true,
That I, dear brother, be now ta'en for you!

Sir To. Come hither, knight; come hither, Fablan; we'll whisper o'er a couplet or two of most sage saws.

Vio. He nam'd Sebastian; I my brother know

Yet living in my glass; + even such, and so,
In favour was my brother; and he went
Still in this fashion, colour, ornament,
For him I imitate: Oh! if it prove,
Tempests are kind, and salt waves fresh in love!

[Exit.

Sir To. A very dishonest paltry boy, and more a coward than a hare his dishonesty appears, in leaving his friend here in necessity, and denying him; and for his cowardship, ask Fabian.

Fab. A coward, a most devout coward, religious in it.

Sir And. 'Slid, I'll after him again, and beat him.

Sir To. Do, cuff him soundly, but never draw thy sword.

Sir And. An I do not,-
Fab. Come, let's see the event.

[Exit.

Sir To. I dare lay any money, 'twill be nothing yet. [Exeunt.

ACT IV.

SCENE 1.-The Street before OLIVIA'S House.

Enter SEBASTIAN and CLOWN.

Clo. Will you make me believe, that I am not sent for you?

Seb. Go to, go to, thou art a foolish fellow; Let me be clear of thee.

Clo. Well held out, i'faith! No, I do not know you nor I am not sent to you by my lady, to bid you come speak with her; nor your name is not master Cesario: nor this is not my nose neither. Nothing, that is so, is so.

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Seb. I pr'ythee, vent thy folly somewhere Thou know'st not me. [else;

Clo. Vent my folly! He has heard that word of some great man, and now applies it to a fool. Vent my folly! I am afraid this great lubber, the world, will prove a cockney.-I pr'ythee now, ungird thy strangeness, and tell me what I shall vent to my lady; Shall 1 vent to her, that thou art coming?

Seb. I pr'ythee, foolish Greek,+ depart from

me;

There's money for thee; if you tarry longer,
I shall give worse payment.

Clo. By my troth, thou hast an open hand :These wise men, that give fools money, get themselves a good report after fourteen years' purchase.

Enter Sir ANDREW, Sir TOBY, and FABIAN. Sir And. Now, Sir; have I met you again? there's for you. [Sriking SEBASTIAN. Seb. Why, there's for thee, and there, and there :

Are all the people mad?

[Beating Sir ANDREW. Sir To. Hold, Sir, or I'll throw your dagger

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Oli. Will it be ever thus? Ungracious wretch, Fit for the mountains, and the barbarous caves, Where manners ne'er were preach'd! out of my sight!

Be not offended, dear Cesario :--
Rudesby, be gone !-1 pr'ythee, gentle friend,
[Exeunt Sir TOBY, Sir ANDREW, and
FABIAN.
Let thy fair wisdom, not thy passion, sway
In this uncivil and unjust extent
Against thy peace. Go with me to my house;
And hear thou there how many fruitless pranks
This ruffian bath botch'd up, that thou thereby
May'st smile at this: thou shalt not choose but
go;

Do not deny Besbrew his soul for me,
He started one poor heart of mine in thee.
Seb. What relish is in this? how runs the
stream?

Or I am mad, or else this is a dream :-
Let fancy still my sense in Lethe steep:
If it be thus to dream, still let me sleep!
Oli. Nay, come, I pr'ythee; 'Would thou'dst
be rul'd by me!

Seb. Madam, I will.

Oli. Oh! say so, and so be!

Let out.

[Exeunt.

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SCENE 11-A Room in OLIVIA's House.

Enter MARIA and CLOWN. Mar. Nay, I pr'ythee, put on this gown, and this beard; make him believe, thou art Sir Topas the curate; do it quickly: I'll call Sir Toby the whilst. [Exit MARIA. Clo. Well, I'll put it on, and I will dissemble myself in't; and I would 1 were the first that ever dissembled in such a gown. 1 am not fat enough to become the function well; nor lean enough to be thought a good student; but to be said, an honest man and a good housekeeper, goes as fairly, as to say, a careful man, and a great scholar. The competitors

enter.

Enter Sir TOBY BELCH and MARIA. Sir 7o. Jove bless thee, master parson. Clo. Bonos dies, Sir Toby for as the old hermit of Prague, that never saw pen and ink, very wittily said to a niece of king Gorboduc, That, that is, is so 1, being master parson, am master parson; For what is that, but that? and is, but is ?

Sir To. To him, Sir Topas.

Clo. What, hoa, I say,-Peace in this prison ! Sir To. The knave counterfeits well; a good

kuave.

Mal. [In an inner chamber.] Who calls there?

Clo. Sir Topas, the curate, who comes to visit Malvolio the lunatic.

Mal. Sir Topas, Sir Topas, good Sir Topas, go to my lady.

Clo. Out, hyperbolical fiend! how vexest thou this man? talkest thou nothing but of ladies? Sir To. Well said, master parson.

Mal. Sir Topas, never was man thus wronged: good Sir Topas, do not think I am mad; they have laid ine here in hideous darkness.

Clo. Fie, thou dishonest Sathan! I call thee by the most modest terms; for I am one of those gentle ones, that will use the devil himself with courtesy Say'st thou, that house is dark? Mal. As hell, Sir Topas.

Clo. Why, it hath bay-windows transparent as barricadoes, and the clear stones towards the south-north are as lustrous as ebony; and yet complainest thou of obstruction?

Mal. I am not mad, Sir Topas; I say to you, the house is dark.

Clo. Madman, thou errest: I say there is no darkness, but ignorance! in which thou art more puzzled, than the Egyptians in their fog.

Mal. I say this house is as dark as ignorance, though ignorance were as dark as hell; and say there was never man thus abused: I am no more mad than you are; make the trial of it in any constant question. §

Clo. What is the opinion of Pythagoras, concerning wild-foul?

Mal. That the soul of our grandam might haply inhabit a bird.

Clo. What thinkest thou of his opinion? Mal. I think nobly of the soul, and no way approve his opinion.

Clo. Fare thee well: Remain thou still in darkness thou shalt hold the opinion of Pythagoras, ere I will allow of thy wits; and fear to kill a woodcock, lest thou dispossess the soul of thy grandam. Fare thee well.

Mal. Sir Topas, Sir Topas,

Sir To. My most exquisite Sir Topas ! Clo. Nay, I am for all waters. Mar. Thou might'st have done this without thy beard, and gown; he sees thee not.

Sir To. To him in thine own voice, and bring me word how thou findest him: I would, we were well rid of this knavery. If he may be conveniently delivered, I would he were; for I

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Clo. Alas, Sir, how fell you besides your five wits?

Mal. Fool, there was never man so notoriously abused: I am as well in my wits, fool, as thou art.

Clo. But as well? then you are mad, indeed, if you be no better in your wits than a fool.

Mal. They have here propertied me, † keep me in darkness, send ministers to me, asses, and do all they can to face me out of my wits.

Clo. Advise you what you say, the minister is here.-Malvolio, Malvolio, thy wits the heavens restore! endeavour thyself to sleep, and leave thy vain bibble babble.

Mal. Sir Topas,-

Clo. Maintain no words with him, good fellow. Who, I, Sir? not I, Sir. God b’wi’you, good Sir Topas.-Marry, amen.-I will, Sir, I will.

What say you,

Mal. Fool, fool, fool, I say,Clo. Alas, Sir, be patient. Sir? I am shent for speaking to you. Mal. Good fool, help me to some light, and some paper; I tell thee, I am as well in my wits, as any man in Illyria.

Cio. Well-a-day,-that you were, Sir !

Mal. By this hand, I am: Good fool, some ink, paper, and light, and convey what I will set down to my lady; it shall advantage thee more than ever the bearing of letter did.

Clo. I will help you to't. But tell me true, are you not mad indeed? or do you but counterfeit ?

Mal. Believe me, I am not; I tell thee true. Clo. Nay, I'll ne'er believe a madman, till I see his brains. I will fetch you light, and paper, and ink.

Mal. Fool, I'll requite it in the highest degree: I pr'ythee, begone. Clo.

I am gone, Sir,

And anon, Sir,

I'll be with you again.

In a trice;

Like to the old vice, § Your need to sustain; Who with dagger of lath, In his rage and his wrath, Cries, ah, ha! to the devil: Like a mad lad, Pare thy nails, dad,

Adieu, goodman drivel.

SCENE 111.-OLIVIA'S Garden.

Enter SEBASTIAN.

[Exit.

Seb. This is the air; that is the glorious sun; This pearl she gave me, I do feel't, and see't: And though 'tis wonder that enwraps me thus, Yet 'tis not madness. Where's Antonio then ?

• Senses.

+ Taken possession of. 1 Scolded, reprimanded.

5 A buffeon character in the old plays, and father of the modern harlequin.

I could not find him at the Elephant :
Yet there he was; and there I found this
credit,⚫

That he did range the town to seek me out.
His counsel now might do me golden service :
For though my soul disputes well with my
sense,

That this may be some error, but no madness,
Yet doth this accident and flood of fortune
So far exceed all instance, all discourse, t
That I am ready to distrust mine eyes,

Duke. Thou shalt not be the worse for me; there's gold.

Clo. But that it would be double-dealing, Sit,
I would you could make it another.
Duke. Oh! you give me ill counsel.
Clo. Put your grace in your pocket, Sir, for this
once, and let your flesh and blood obey it.

Duke. Well, I will be so much a sinner to be a double-dealer; there's another.

Clo. Primo, secundo, tertio, is a good play; and the old saying is, the third pays for all: the

bells of St. Benuet, Sir, may put you in mind ; One, two, three.

And wrangle with my reason, that persuades me triplex, Sir, is a good tripping measure; or the
To any other trust, but that I am mad,
Or else the lady's mad; yet, if 'twere so,
She could not sway her house, command her
followers,

Take, and give back, affairs, and their despatch,
With such a smooth, discreet, and stable bear-
ing,

As, I perceive, she does: there's something in't,
That is deceivable. But here comes the lady.

Enter OLIVIA and a PRIEST.

Oli. Blame not this haste of mine if you mean
well,

Now go with me, and with this holy man,
Into the chantry | by: there, before him,
And underneath that consecrated roof,
Plight me the full assurance of your faith;
That my most jealous and too doubtful soul
May live at peace: He shall conceal it,
Whiles you are willing it shall come to note;
What time we will our celebration keep
According to my birth.-What do you say?
Seb. Fll follow this good man, and go with

you;

And, having sworn truth, ever will be true.
Oli. Then lead the way, good father;-And
heavens so shine,

That they may fairly note this act of mine!

ACT V.

[Exeunt.

Duke. You can fool no more money out of me at this throw: if you will let your lady know, I am here to speak with her, and bring her along with you, it may awake my bounty further.

Clo. Marry, Sir, lullaby to your bounty, till
I come again. I go, Sir; but I would not have
you to think, that my desire of having is the sin
of covetousness: but, as you say, Sir, let your
bounty take a nap, I will awake it anon.
[Exit CLOWN.

Enter ANTONIO and OFFICERS.
Vio. Here comes the man, Sir, that did res-

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1 Off. Orsino, this is that Antonio,
That took the Phoenix, and her fraught, † from
Candy;

And this is he, that did the Tiger board,
When your young nephew Titus lost his leg:
Here in the streets, desperate of shame and
state,

SCENE 1.-A Street before OLIVIA's House. In private brabble did we apprehend him.

Enter CLOWN and FABIAN.

Fab. Now, as thou lovest me, let me see his letter.

Clo. Good master Fabian, grant me another request.

Fab. Any thing.

Clo. Do not desire to see this letter.

Vio. He did me kindness, Sir: drew on my

But in conclusion, put strange speech upon

side;
me,

I know not what 'twas, but distraction.
Duke. Notable pirate! thou salt-water thief!
What foolish boldness brought thee to their

mercies,

Whom thou in terms so bloody and so dear,

Fab. That is, to give a dog, and, in recom- Hast made thine enemies? peuse, desire my dog again.

Enter DUKE, VIOLA, and Attendants. Duke. Belong you to the lady Olivia, friends? Clo. Ay, Sir; we are some of her trappings. Duke. I know thee well: How dost thou, my good fellow ?

Clo. Truly, Sir, the better for my foes, and the worse for my friends.

Duke. Just the contrary; the better for thy friends.

Clo. No, Sir, the worse.
Duke. How can that be?

Clo. Marry, Sir, they praise me, and make an ass of me; now my foes tell me plainly I am an ass so that by my foes, Sir, I profit in the knowledge of myself; and by my friends I am abused: so that, conclusions to be as kisses, if your four negatives make your two affirmatives, why, then the worse for my friends, and the better for my foes.

Duke. Why, this is excellent.

Ant. Orsino, noble Sir,

Be pleas'd that I shake off these names you
give me ;

Antonio never yet was thief or pirate,
Though I confess, on base and ground enough,
Orsino's enemy. A witchcraft drew me hither:
That most ungrateful boy there, by your side,
From the rude sea's enrag'd and foamy mouth
Did I redeem; a wreck past hope he was:
His life I gave him, and did thereto add
My love, without retention, or restraint
All his in dedication: for his sake,
Did I expose myself, pure for his love,
Into the danger of this adverse town;
Drew to defend him, when he was beset;
Where being apprehended, his false cunning,
(Not meaning to partake with me in danger,)
Taught him to face me out of his acquaintance,
And grew a twenty-years-removed thing,
While one would wink; denied me mine ow
Which I had recommended to his use

purse,

Clo. By my troth, Sir, no; though it please Not half an hour before. you to be one of my friends.

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Vio. How can this be?

Duke. When came he to this town?

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Ant. To-day, my lord; and for three months before,

(No interim, not a minute's vacancy,)
Both day and night did we keep company.

Enter OLIVIA and Attendants.

Duke. Here comes the countess: now heaven walks on earth.-

But for thee, fellow, fellow, thy words are madness:

Three months this youth hath tended upon me;

But more of that anon.--Take him aside.
Oli. What would my lord, but that he may
not have,

Wherein Olivia may seem serviceable ?--
Cesario, you do not keep promise with me.
Vio. Madam ?

Duke. Gracious Olivia,-

Oli. What do you say, Cesario ?--Good my lord,

Vio. My lord would speak, my duty hushes

me.

Oli. If it be aught to the old tune, my lord, It is as fat and fulsome to mine ear, As howling after music.

Duke. Still so cruel?

Oli. Still so constant, lord.

Duke. What! to perverseness? you uncivil lady,

To whose ingrate and unauspicious altars My soul the faithfull'st offerings hath breath'd out,

That e'er devotion tender'd! What shall I do? Oli. Even what it please my lord, that shall become him.

Duke. Why should I not, bad I the heart to do it,

Like to the Egyptian thief, at point of death, + Kill what I love; a savage jealousy,

That sometime savours nobly ?-But hear me this:

Since you to non-regardance cast my faith,
And that I partly know the instrument
That screws me from my true place in
favour,

your

Live you, the marble-breasted tyrant, still; But this your minion, whom, I know, you love,

And whom, by heaven, I swear, I tender dearly,

Him will tear out of that cruel eye,'
Where he sits crowned in his master's spite.-
Come boy with me: my thoughts are ripe in
mischief;

I'll sacrifice the lamb that I do love,
To spite a raven's heart within a dove.

Oli. Alas, it is the baseness of thy fear, That makes thee strangle thy propriety: Fear not, Cesario, take thy fortunes up; Be that thou know'st thou art, and then thou

art

As great as that thou fear'st,-O welcome father!

Re-enter Attendant and PRIEST. Father, I charge thee, by thy reverence, Here to unfold (though lately we intended To keep in darkness, what occasion now Reveals before 'tis ripe,) what thou dost know, Hath newly past between this youth and me.

Priest. A contract of eternal bond of love, Confirm'd by mutual joinder of your hands, Attested by the holy close of lips, Strengthen'd by interchangement of your rings; And all the ceremony of this compact Seal'd in my function, by my testimony: Since when, ny watch hath told me, toward my grave,

I have travell'd but two hours.

Duke. O thou dissembling cub! what wilt thou be,

When time hath sow'd a grizzle on thy case ? +
Or will not else thy craft so quickly grow,
That thine own trip shall be thine overthrow ?
Farewell, and take her; but direct thy feet,
Where thou and I henceforth may never meet.
Vio. My lord, I do protest,—
Oli. Oh! do not swear;

Hold little faith, though thou hast too much fear.

Enter Sir ANDREW AGUE-CHEEK, with his head broke.

Sir And. For the love of God, a surgeon; send one presently to Sir Toby.

Oli. What's the matter?

Sir And. He has broke my head across, and has given Sir Toby a bloody coxcomb too: for forty pounds, I were at home. the love of God, your help: I had rather than

Oli. Who has done this, Sir Andrew?

rio: we took him for a coward, but he's the Sir And. The count's gentleman, one Cesavery devil incardinate.

Duke. My gentleman, Cesario!

Sir And. Öd's lifelings here he is :-You broke my head for nothing; and that that I did, I was set on to do't by Sir Toby.

Vio. Why do you speak to me? I never hurt you: You drew your sword upon me, without cause; But I bespake you fair, and hurt you

not. [Going. Vio. Aud I, most jocund, apt, and willingly, To do you rest, a thousand deaths would die. [Following.

Oli. Where goes Cesario?
Vio. After him I love,

More than I love these eyes, more than my life.

More, by all mores, than e'er I shall love wife;
If I do feign, you witnesses above,
Punish my life, for tainting of my love!

Oli. Ah me, detested! how am I beguil'd! Vio. Who does beguile you? who does do you wrong?

Oli. Hast thou forgot thyself! Is it so long!Call forth the holy father.

[Exit an Attendant. Duke. Come away. [TO VIOLA. Oli. Whither my lord?-Cesario, husband,

stay.

Duke. Husband?

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Sir And. If a bloody coxcomb be a hurt, you have hurt me; I think, you set nothing by a bloody coxcomb.

Enter Sir TOBY BELCH, drunk, led by the

CLOWN.

Here comes Sir Toby halting, you shall hear would have tickled you othergates than he more but if he had not been in drink, he

did.

Duke. How now, gentlemen? how is't with you?

Sir To. That's all one; he has hurt me, and there's the end on't.-Sot, did'st see Dick surgeon, sot?

Clo. O he's drunk, Sir Toby, an hour agone; his eyes were set at eight i'the morning. measure, or a pavin, § I hate a drunken rogue. Sir To. Then he's a rogue. After a passyOli. Away with him: Who hath made this havoc with them?

Sir And. I'll help you, Sir Toby, because we'll be dress'd together.

Sir To. Will you help an ass-head, and a

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