The Bodleian First Folio

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Twelfe Night, or, What you will. And.

Ile stay a moneth longer. I am a fellow o'th

strangest minde i'th world: I delight in Maskes and Re­

uels sometimes altogether.

To.

Art thou good at these kicke‑chawses Knight ?

And.
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As any man in Illyria, whatsoeuer he be, vnder

the degree of my betters, & yet I will not compare with

an old man.

To.

What is thy excellence in a galliard, knight?

And.

Faith, I can cut a caper.

To.
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And I can cut the Mutton too't.

And.

And I thinke I haue the backe‑tricke, simply as

strong as any man in Illyria.

To.

Wherefore are these things hid? Wherefore haue

these gifts a Curtaine before 'em? Are they like to take

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dust, like mistris Mals picture? Why dost thou not goe

to Church in a Galliard, and come home in a Carranto ?

My verie walke should be a Iigge: I would not so much

as make water but in a Sinke‑a‑pace: What dooest thou

meane? Is it a world to hide vertues in? I did thinke by

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the excellent constitution of thy legge, it was form'd vn­

der the starre of a Galliard.

And.

I, 'tis strong, and it does indifferent well in a

dam'd colour'd stocke. Shall we sit about some Reuels?

To.

What shall we do else: were we not borne vnder

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Taurus?

And.

Taurus? That sides and heart.

To.

No sir, it is leggs and thighes: let me see thee ca­

per. Ha, higher: ha, ha, excellent.

Exeunt.
Scena Quarta. [Act 1, Scene 4] Enter Valentine, and Viola in mans attire. Val.

If the Duke continue these fauours towards you

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Cesario, you are like to be much aduanc'd, he hath known

you but three dayes, and already you are no stranger.

Vio.

You either feare his humour, or my negligence,

that you call in question the continuance of his loue. Is

he inconstant sir, in his fauours.

Val.
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No beleeue me.

Enter Duke, Curio, and Attendants. Vio.

I thanke you: heere comes the Count.

Duke.

Who saw Cesario hoa?

Vio.

On your attendance my Lord heere.

Du. Stand you a‑while aloofe. Cesario,
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Thou knowst no lesse, but all: I haue vnclasp'd To thee the booke euen of my secret soule. Therefore good youth, addresse thy gate vnto her, Be not deni'de accesse, stand at her doores, And tell them, there thy fixed foot shall grow
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Till thou haue audience
Vio. Sure my Noble Lord, If she be so abandon'd to her sorrow As it is spoke, she neuer will admit me. Du. Be clamorous, and leape all ciuill bounds,
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Rather then make vnprofited returne,
Vio.

Say I do speake with her (my Lord) what then?

Du. O then, vnfold the passion of my loue, Surprize her with discourse of my deere faith; It shall become thee well to act my woes:
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She will attend it better in thy youth, Then in a Nuntio's of more graue aspect.
Vio.

I thinke not so, my Lord.

Du. Deere Lad, beleeue it;

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For they shall yet belye thy happy yeeres,
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That say thou art a man: Dianas lip Is not more smooth, and rubious: thy small pipe Is as the maidens organ, shrill, and sound, And all is semblatiue a womans part. I know thy constellation is right apt
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For this affayre: some foure or fiue attend him, All if you will: for I my selfe am best When least in companie: prosper well in this, And thou shalt liue as freely as thy Lord, To call his fortunes thine.
Vio.
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Ile do my best To woe your Lady: yet a barrefull strife, Who ere I woe, my selfe would be his wife.
Exeunt.
Scena Quinta. [Act 1, Scene 5] Enter Maria, and Clowne. Ma.

Nay, either tell me where thou hast bin, or I will

not open my lippes so wide as a brissle may enter, in way

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of thy excuse: my Lady will hang thee for thy absence.

Clo.

Let her hang me: hee that is well hang'de in this

world, needs to feare no colours.

Ma.

Make that good.

Clo.

He shall see none to feare.

Ma.
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A good lenton answer: I can tell thee where y t

saying was borne, of I feare no colours.

Clo.

Where good mistris Mary?

Ma.

In the warrs, & that may you be bolde to say in

your foolerie.

Clo.
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Well, God giue them wisedome that haue it: &

those that are fooles, let them vse their talents.

Ma.

Yet you will be hang'd for being so long absent,

or to be turn'd away: is not that as good as a h nging to

you?

Clo.
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Many a good hanging, preuents a bad marriage:

and for turning away, let summer beare it out.

Ma.

You are resolute then?

Clo.

Not so neyther, but I am resolu'd on two points

Ma.

That if one breake, the other will hold: or if both

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breake, your gaskins fall.

Clo.

Apt in good faith, very apt: well go thy way, if

sir Toby would leaue drinking, thou wert as witty a piece

of Eues flesh, as any in Illyria.

Ma.

Peace you rogue, no more o'that: here comes my

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Lady: make your excuse wisely, you were best.

Enter Lady Oliuia, with Maluolio. Clo.

Wit, and't be thy will, put me into good fooling:

those wits that thinke they haue thee, doe very oft proue

fooles: and I that am sure I lacke thee, may passe for a

wise man. For what saies Quinapalus, Better a witty foole,

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then a foolish wit. God blesse thee Lady.

Ol.

Take the foole away.

Clo.

Do you not heare fellowes, take away the Ladie.

Ol.

Go too, y'are a dry foole: Ile no more of you: be­

sides you grow dis‑honest.

Clo.
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Two faults Madona, that drinke & good counsell

wil amend: for giue the dry foole drink, then is the foole

not dry: bid the dishonest man mend himself, if he mend,

he is no longer dishonest; if hee cannot, let the Botcher

mend him: any thing that's mended, is but patch'd: vertu

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that transgresses, is but patcht with sinne, and sin that a­

mends, is but patcht with vertue. If that this simple

Sillogisme will serue, so: if it will not, vvhat what remedy?

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Scena Quarta. [Act 1, Scene 4] Enter Valentine, and Viola in mans attire. Val.

If the Duke continue these fauours towards you

[240]

Cesario, you are like to be much aduanc'd, he hath known

you but three dayes, and already you are no stranger.

Vio.

You either feare his humour, or my negligence,

that you call in question the continuance of his loue. Is

he inconstant sir, in his fauours.

Val.
[245]

No beleeue me.

Enter Duke, Curio, and Attendants. Vio.

I thanke you: heere comes the Count.

Duke.

Who saw Cesario hoa?

Vio.

On your attendance my Lord heere.

Du. Stand you a‑while aloofe. Cesario,
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Thou knowst no lesse, but all: I haue vnclasp'd To thee the booke euen of my secret soule. Therefore good youth, addresse thy gate vnto her, Be not deni'de accesse, stand at her doores, And tell them, there thy fixed foot shall grow
[255]
Till thou haue audience
Vio. Sure my Noble Lord, If she be so abandon'd to her sorrow As it is spoke, she neuer will admit me. Du. Be clamorous, and leape all ciuill bounds,
[260]
Rather then make vnprofited returne,
Vio.

Say I do speake with her (my Lord) what then?

Du. O then, vnfold the passion of my loue, Surprize her with discourse of my deere faith; It shall become thee well to act my woes:
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She will attend it better in thy youth, Then in a Nuntio's of more graue aspect.
Vio.

I thinke not so, my Lord.

Du. Deere Lad, beleeue it; For they shall yet belye thy happy yeeres,
[270]
That say thou art a man: Dianas lip Is not more smooth, and rubious: thy small pipe Is as the maidens organ, shrill, and sound, And all is semblatiue a womans part. I know thy constellation is right apt
[275]
For this affayre: some foure or fiue attend him, All if you will: for I my selfe am best When least in companie: prosper well in this, And thou shalt liue as freely as thy Lord, To call his fortunes thine.
Vio.
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Ile do my best To woe your Lady: yet a barrefull strife, Who ere I woe, my selfe would be his wife.
Exeunt.
 

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