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. [within.] 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. Mal. [within.] Fool, fool, fool, I say, Clo. Alas, sir, be patient. What say you, sir? I am shent for speaking to you. Mal. [within.] 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. Clo. Well-a-day, that you were, sir! Mal. [within.] 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. [within.] 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. [within.] Fool, I'll requite it in the highest degree: I prithee, be gone. Clo. [singing.] 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, Cries, ah, ha! to the devil: Pare thy nails, dad; Adieu, goodman drivel.(39) [Exit. SCENE III. OLIVIA's garden. Enter SEBASTIAN. Seb. This is the air; that is the glorious sun; Yet there he was; and there I found this credit, She could not sway her house, command her followers, Enter OLIVIA and a Priest. Oli. Blame not this haste of mine. If you mean well, Whiles you are willing it shall come to note, Seb. I'll follow this good man, and go with you; Oli. Then lead the way, good father; -and heavens so shine, That they may fairly note this act of mine! [Exeunt. ACT V. SCENE I. The street before OLIVIA's house. Enter Clown and FABIAN. Fab. Now, as thou lovest me, let me see his letter. Clo. Do not desire to see this letter. Fab. This is, to give a dog, and, in recompense, desire my dog again. Enter Duke, VIOLA, CURIO, and Attendants. Duke. Belong you to the Lady Olivia, friends? 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. 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. Clo. By my troth, sir, no; though it please you to be one of my friends. Duke. Thou shalt not be the worse for me: there's gold. Clo. But that it would be double-dealing, sir, I would you could make it another. Duke. O, 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 doubledealer: there's another. Clo. Primo, secundo, tertio, is a good play; and the old saying is, the third pays for all: the triplex, sir, is a good tripping measure; or the bells of Saint Bennet, sir, may put you in mind,-one, two, three. 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. Vio. Here comes the man, sir, that did rescue me. Enter Officers, with ANTONIO. Duke. That face of his I do remember well; Yet, when I saw it last, it was besmear'd As black as Vulcan in the smoke of war: A bawbling vessel was he captain of, For shallow draught and bulk unprizable; That very envy and the tongue of loss Cried fame and honour on him.-What's the matter? That took the Phoenix and her fraught from Candy; When your young nephew Titus lost his leg: In private brabble did we apprehend him. Vio. He did me kindness, sir; drew on my side; Duke. Notable pirate! thou salt-water thief! [Exit. What foolish boldness brought thee to their mercies, Hast made thine enemies? Ant. Orsino, noble sir, Be pleas'd that I shake off these names you give me : Though, I confess, on base and ground enough, While one would wink; denied me mine own purse, Not half an hour before. Vio. How can this be? Duke. When came he to this town? 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. 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. Enter OLIVIA and Attendants. Oli. What would my lord, but that he may not have, Wherein Olivia may seem serviceable?— Cesario, you do not keep promise with me. |