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Twelfe Night, or, What you will. Fate, shew thy force, our selues we do not owe, What is decreed, must be: and be this so.
Finis, Actus primus.
Actus Secundus, Scæna prima. [Act 2, Scene 1] Enter Antonio & Sebastian. Ant.

Will you stay no longer: nor will you not that

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I go with you.

Seb.

By your patience, no: my starres shine darkely

ouer me; the malignancie of my fate, might perhaps di­

temper yours; therefore I shall craue of you your leaue,

that I may beare my euils alone. It were a bad recom­

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pence for your loue, to lay any of them on you.

An.

Let me yet know of you, whither you are bound.

Seb.

No sooth sir: my determinate voyage is meere

extrauagancie. But I perceiue in you so excellent a touch

of modestie, that you will not extort from me, what I am

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willing to keepe in: therefore it charges me in manners,

the rather to expresse my selfe: you must know of mee

then Antonio, my name is Sebastian (which I call'd Rodo­ rigo ) my father was that Sebastian of Messaline, whom I

know you haue heard of. He left behinde him, my selfe,

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and a sister, both borne in an houre: if the Heauens had

beene pleas'd, would we had so ended. But you sir, al­

tered that, for some houre before you tooke me from the

breach of the sea, was my sister drown'd.

Ant.

Alas the day.

Seb.
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A Lady sir, though it was said shee much resem­

bled me, was yet of many accounted beautiful: but thogh

I could not with such estimable wonder ouer‑farre be­

leeue that, yet thus farre I will boldly publish her, shee

bore a minde that enuy could not but call faire: Shee is

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drown'd already sir with salt water, though I seeme to

drowne her remembrance againe with more.

Ant.

Pardon me sir, your bad entertainment.

Seb.

O good Antonio, forgiue me your trouble.

Ant.

If you will not murther me for my loue, let m e

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be your seruant.

Seb.

If you will not vndo what you haue done, that is

kill him, whom you haue recouer'd, desire it not. Fare

ye well at once, my bosome is full of kindnesse, and I

am yet so neere the manners of my mother, that vpon the

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least occasion more, mine eyes will tell tales of me: I am

bound to the Count Orsino's Court, farewell.

Exit Ant. The gentlenesse of all the gods go with thee: I haue many enemies in Orsino's Court, Else would I very shortly see thee there:
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But come what may, I do adore thee so, That danger shall seeme sport, and I will go.
Exit.
Scæna Secunda. [Act 2, Scene 2] Enter Viola and Maluolio, at seuerall doores. Mal.

Were not you eu'n now, with the Countesse liuia?

Vio.

Euen now sir, on a moderate pace, I haue since a­

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riu'd but hither.

Mal.

She returnes this Ring to you (sir) you might

haue saued mee my paines, to haue taken it away your

selfe. She adds moreouer, that you should put your Lord

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into a desperate assurance, she will none of him. And one

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thing more, that you be neuer so hardie to come againe

in his affaires, vnlesse it bee to report your Lords taking

of this: receiue it so.

Vio.

She tooke the Ring of me, Ile none of it.

Mal.

Come sir, you peeuishly threw it to her: and

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her will is, it should be so return'd: If it bee worth stoo­

ping for, there it lies, in your eye: if not, bee it his that

findes it.

Exit. Vio. I left no Ring with her: what meanes this Lady? Fortune forbid my out‑side haue not charm'd her:
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She made good view of me, indeed so much, That me thought her eyes had lost her tongue, For she did speake in starts distractedly. She loues me sure, the cunning of her passion Inuites me in this churlish messenger:
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None of my Lords Ring? Why he sent her none; I am the man, if it be so, as tis, Poore Lady, she were better loue a dreame: Disguise, I see thou art a wickednesse, Wherein the pregnant enemie does much.
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How easie is it, for the proper false In womens waxen hearts to set their formes: Alas, O frailtie is the cause, not wee, For such as we are made, if such we bee: How will this fadge? My master loues her deerely,
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And I (poore monster) fond asmuch on him: And she (mistaken) seemes to dote on me: What will become of this? As I am man, My state is desperate for my maisters loue: As I am woman (now alas the day)
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What thriftlesse sighes shall poore Oliuia breath? O time, thou must vntangle this, not I, It is too hard a knot for me t'vnty.
Scœna Tertia. [Act 2, Scene 3] Enter Sir Toby, and Sir Andrew. To.

Approach Sir Andrew: not to bee a bedde after

midnight, is to be vp betimes, and Deliculo surgere, thou

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know'st.

And.

Nay by my troth I know not: but I know, to

be vp late, is to be vp late.

To.

A false conclusion: I hate it as an vnfill'd Canne.

To be vp after midnight, and to go to bed then is early:

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so that to go to bed after midnight, is to goe to bed be­

times. Does not our liues consist of the foure Ele­

ments?

And.

Faith so they say, but I thinke it rather consists

of eating and drinking.

To.
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Th'art a scholler; let vs therefore eate and drinke

Marian I say, a stoope of wine.

Enter Clowne. And.

Heere comes the foole yfaith.

Clo.

How now my harts: Did you neuer see the Pic­

ture of we three?

To.
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Welcome asse, now let's haue a catch.

And.

By my troth the foole has an excellent breast. I

had rather then forty shillings I had such a legge, and so

sweet a breath to sing, as the foole has. Insooth thou wast

in very gracious fooling last night, when thou spok'st of

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Pigrogromitus, of the Vapians pasing the Equinoctial of

Queubus: 'twas very good yfaith: I sent thee sixe pence

for

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Scœna Tertia. [Act 2, Scene 3] Enter Sir Toby, and Sir Andrew. To.

Approach Sir Andrew: not to bee a bedde after

midnight, is to be vp betimes, and Deliculo surgere, thou

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know'st.

And.

Nay by my troth I know not: but I know, to

be vp late, is to be vp late.

To.

A false conclusion: I hate it as an vnfill'd Canne.

To be vp after midnight, and to go to bed then is early:

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so that to go to bed after midnight, is to goe to bed be­

times. Does not our liues consist of the foure Ele­

ments?

And.

Faith so they say, but I thinke it rather consists

of eating and drinking.

To.
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Th'art a scholler; let vs therefore eate and drinke

Marian I say, a stoope of wine.

Enter Clowne. And.

Heere comes the foole yfaith.

Clo.

How now my harts: Did you neuer see the Pic­

ture of we three?

To.
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Welcome asse, now let's haue a catch.

And.

By my troth the foole has an excellent breast. I

had rather then forty shillings I had such a legge, and so

sweet a breath to sing, as the foole has. Insooth thou wast

in very gracious fooling last night, when thou spok'st of

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Pigrogromitus, of the Vapians pasing the Equinoctial of

Queubus: 'twas very good yfaith: I sent thee sixe pence

for thy Lemon, hadst it?

Clo.

I did impeticos thy gratillity: for Maluolios nose

is no Whip‑stocke. My Lady has a white hand, and the

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Mermidons are no bottle‑ale houses.

An.

Excellent: Why this is the best fooling, when

all is done. Now a song.

To.

Come on, there is sixe pence for you. Let's haue

a song.

An.
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There's a testrill of me too: if one knight giue a

Clo.

Would you haue a loue‑song, or a song of good

life?

To.

A loue song, a loue song.

An.

I, I. I care not for good life.

Clowne sings.
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O Mistris mine where are you roming? O stay and heare, your true loues coming, That can sing both high and low. Trip no further prettie sweeting. Iourneys end in louers meeting,
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Euery wise mans sonne doth know.
An.

Excellent good, ifaith.

To.

Good, good.

Clo. What is loue, tis not heereafter, Present mirth, hath present laughter:
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What's to come, is still vnsure. In delay there lies no plentie, Then come kisse me sweet and twentie: Youths a stuffe will not endure.
An.

A mellifluous voyce, as I am true knight.

To.
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A contagious breath.

An.

Very sweet, and contagious ifaith.

To.

To heare by the nose, it is dulcet in contagion.

But shall we make the Welkin dance indeed? Shall wee

rowze the night‑Owle in a Catch, that will drawe three

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soules out of one Weauer? Shall we do that?

And.

And you loue me, let's doo't: I am dogge at a

Catch.

Clo.

Byrlady sir, and some dogs will catch well.

An.

Most c rtaine: Let our Catch be, Thou Knaue.

Clo.
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Hold thy peace, thou Knaue knight. I shall be con­

strained in't, to call thee knaue, Knight.

An.

'Tis not the first time I haue constrained one to

call me knaue. Begin foole: it begins, Hold thy peace.

Clo.

I shall neuer begin if I hold my peace.

An.
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Good ifaith: Come begin.

Catch sung Enter Maria. Mar.

What a catterwalling doe you keepe heere? If

my Ladie haue not call'd vp her Steward Maluolio, and

bid him turne you out of doores, neuer trust me.

To.

My Lady's a Catayan, we are politicians, Maluolios

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a Peg‑a‑ramsie, and Three merry men be wee. Am not I

consanguinious? Am I not of her blood: tilly vally. La­

die, There dwelt a man in Babylon, Lady, Lady.

Clo.

Beshrew me, the knights in admirable fooling.

An.

I, he do's well enough if he be dispos'd, and so

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do I too: he does it with a better grace, but I do it more

naturall.

To.

O the twelfe day of December.

Mar.

For the loue o' God peace.

Enter Maluolio. Mal.

My masters are you mad? Or what are you?

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Haue you no wit, manners, nor honestie, but to gabble

like Tinkers at this time of night? Do yee make an Ale­

house of my Ladies house, that ye squeak out your Cozi­

ers Catches without any mitigation or remorse of voice?

Is there no respect of place, persons, nor time in you?

To.
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We did keepe time sir in our Catches. Snecke vp.

Mal.

Sir Toby, I must be round with you. My Lady

bad me tell you, that though she harbors you as her kins­

man, she's nothing ally'd to your disorders. If you can

separate your selfe and your misdemeanors, you are wel­

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come to the house: if not, and it would please you to take

leaue of her, she is very willing to bid you farewell.

To. Farewell deere heart, since I must needs be gone. Mar.

Nay good Sir Toby.

Clo. His eyes do shew his dayes are almost done. Mal.
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Is't euen so?
To. But I will neuer dye. Clo. Sir Toby there you lye. Mal.

This is much credit to you.

To. Shall I bid him go. Clo.
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What and if you do ?
To. Shall I bid him go, and spare not? Clo. O no, no, no, no, you dare not. To.

Out o' tune sir, ye lye: Art any more then a Stew­

ard? Dost thou thinke because thou art vertuous, there

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shall be no more Cakes and Ale?

Clo.

Yes by S.Saint Anne, and Ginger shall bee hotte y'th

mouth too.

To.

Th'art i'th right. Goe sir, rub your Chaine with

crums. A stope of Wine Maria.

Mal.
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Mistris Mary, if you priz'd my Ladies fauour

at any thing more then contempt, you would not giue

meanes for this vnciuill rule; she shall know of it by this

hand.

Exit Mar.

Go shake your eares.

An.
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'Twere as good a deede as to drink when a mans

a hungrie, to challenge him the field, and then to breake

promise with him, and make a foole of him.

To.

Doo't knight, Ile write thee a Challenge: or Ile

deliuer thy indignation to him by word of mouth.

Mar.
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Sweet Sir Toby be patient for to night: Since

the youth of the Counts was to day with my Lady, she is

much out of quiet. For Monsieur Maluolio, let me alone

with him: If I do not gull him into an ayword, and make

him a common recreation, do not thinke I haue witte e­

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nough to lye straight in my bed: I know I can do it.

To.

Possesse vs, possesse vs, tell vs something of him.

Mar.

Marrie sir, sometimes he is a kinde of Puritane.

An.

O, if I thought that, Ide beate him like a dogge.

To.

What for being a Puritan, thy exquisite reason,

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deere knight.

An.

I haue no exquisite reason for't, but I haue reason

good enough.

Mar.

The diu'll a Puritane that hee is, or any thing

constantly but a time‑pleaser, an affection'd Asse, that

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cons State without booke, and vtters it by great swarths.

The best perswaded of himselfe: so cram'd (as he thinkes)

with excellencies, that it is his grounds of faith, that all

that looke on him, loue him: and on that vice in him, will

my reuenge finde notable cause to worke.

To.
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What wilt thou do?

Mar.

I will drop in his way some obscure Epistles of

loue, wherein by the colour of his beard, the shape of his

legge, the manner of his gate, the expressure of his eye,

forehead, and complection, he shall finde himselfe most

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feelingly personated. I can write very like my Ladie

your Neece, on a forgotten matter wee can hardly make

distinction of our hands.

To.

Excellent, I smell a deuice.

An.

I hau't in my nose too.

To.
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He shall thinke by the Letters that thou wilt drop

that they come from my Neece, and that shee's in loue

with him.

Mar.

My purpose is indeed a horse of that colour.

An.

And your horse now would make him an Asse.

Mar.
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Asse, I doubt not.

An.

O twill be admirable.

Mar.

Sport royall I warrant you: I know my Phy­

sicke will worke with him, I will plant you two, and let

the Foole make a third, where he shall finde the Letter:

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obserue his construction of it: For this night to bed, and

dreame on the euent: Farewell.

Exit To.

Good night Penthisilea.

An.

Before me she's a good wench.

To.

She's a beagle true bred, and one that adores me:

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what o'that?

An.

I was ador'd once too.

To.

Let's to bed knight: Thou hadst neede send for

more money.

An.

If I cannot recouer your Neece, I am a foule way

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out.

To.

Send for money knight, if thou hast her not i'th

end, call me Cut.

An.

If I do not, neuer trust me, take it how you will.

To.

Come, come, Ile go burne some Sacke, tis too late

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to go to bed now: Come knight, come knight.

Exeunt
 

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   <sp who="#F-tn-mar">
      <speaker rend="italic">Mar.</speaker>
      <p n="741">What a catterwalling doe you keepe heere? If
      <lb n="742"/>my Ladie haue not call'd vp her Steward<hi rend="italic">Maluolio</hi>, and
      <lb n="743"/>bid him turne you out of doores, neuer trust me.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tn-tob">
      <speaker rend="italic">To.</speaker>
      <p n="744">My Lady's a<hi rend="italic">Catayan</hi>, we are politicians,<hi rend="italic">Maluolios</hi>
         
      <lb n="745"/>a Peg‑a‑ramsie, and<hi rend="italic">Three merry men be wee</hi>. Am not I
      <lb n="746"/>consanguinious? Am I not of her blood: tilly vally. La­
      <lb n="747"/>die,<hi rend="italic">There dwelt a man in Babylon, Lady, Lady.</hi>
      </p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tn-fes">
      <speaker rend="italic">Clo.</speaker>
      <p n="748">Beshrew me, the knights in admirable fooling.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tn-and">
      <speaker rend="italic">An.</speaker>
      <p n="749">I, he do's well enough if he be dispos'd, and so
      <lb n="750"/>do I too: he does it with a better grace, but I do it more
      <lb n="751"/>naturall.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tn-tob">
      <speaker rend="italic">To.</speaker>
      <p n="752">
         <hi rend="italic">O the twelfe day of December.</hi>
      </p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tn-mar">
      <speaker rend="italic">Mar.</speaker>
      <p n="753">For the loue o' God peace.</p>
   </sp>
   <stage rend="italic center" type="entrance">Enter Maluolio.</stage>
   <sp who="#F-tn-mal">
      <speaker rend="italic">Mal.</speaker>
      <p n="754">My masters are you mad? Or what are you?
      <lb n="755"/>Haue you no wit, manners, nor honestie, but to gabble
      <lb n="756"/>like Tinkers at this time of night? Do yee make an Ale­
      <lb n="757"/>house of my Ladies house, that ye squeak out your Cozi­
      <lb n="758"/>ers Catches without any mitigation or remorse of voice?
      <lb n="759"/>Is there no respect of place, persons, nor time in you?</p>
   </sp>
   <cb n="2"/>
   <sp who="#F-tn-tob">
      <speaker rend="italic">To.</speaker>
      <p n="760">We did keepe time sir in our Catches. Snecke vp.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tn-mal">
      <speaker rend="italic">Mal.</speaker>
      <p n="761">
         <hi rend="italic">Sir Toby</hi>, I must be round with you. My Lady
      <lb n="762"/>bad me tell you, that though she harbors you as her kins­
      <lb n="763"/>man, she's nothing ally'd to your disorders. If you can
      <lb n="764"/>separate your selfe and your misdemeanors, you are wel­
      <lb n="765"/>come to the house: if not, and it would please you to take
      <lb n="766"/>leaue of her, she is very willing to bid you farewell.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tn-tob">
      <speaker rend="italic">To.</speaker>
      <l n="767">Farewell deere heart, since I must needs be gone.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tn-mar">
      <speaker rend="italic">Mar.</speaker>
      <p n="768">Nay good Sir<hi rend="italic">Toby</hi>.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tn-fes">
      <speaker rend="italic">Clo.</speaker>
      <l n="769">His eyes do shew his dayes are almost done.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tn-mal">
      <speaker rend="italic">Mal.</speaker>
      <l n="770">Is't euen so?</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tn-tob">
      <speaker rend="italic">To.</speaker>
      <l n="771">But I will neuer dye.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tn-fes">
      <speaker rend="italic">Clo.</speaker>
      <l n="772">Sir<hi rend="italic">Toby</hi>there you lye.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tn-mal">
      <speaker rend="italic">Mal.</speaker>
      <p n="773">This is much credit to you.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tn-tob">
      <speaker rend="italic">To.</speaker>
      <l rend="italic" n="774">Shall I bid him go.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tn-fes">
      <speaker rend="italic">Clo.</speaker>
      <l rend="italic" n="775">What and if you do<hi rend="roman">?</hi>
      </l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tn-tob">
      <speaker rend="italic">To.</speaker>
      <l rend="italic" n="776">Shall I bid him go, and spare not?</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tn-fes">
      <speaker rend="italic">Clo.</speaker>
      <l rend="italic" n="777">O no, no, no, no, you dare not.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tn-tob">
      <speaker rend="italic">To.</speaker>
      <p n="778">Out o' tune sir, ye lye: Art any more then a Stew­
      <lb n="779"/>ard? Dost thou thinke because thou art vertuous, there
      <lb n="780"/>shall be no more Cakes and Ale?</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tn-fes">
      <speaker rend="italic">Clo.</speaker>
      <p n="781">Yes by<hi rend="italic">
            <choice>
               <abbr>S.</abbr>
               <expan>Saint</expan>
            </choice>
         </hi>Anne, and Ginger shall bee hotte y'th
      <lb n="782"/>mouth too.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tn-tob">
      <speaker rend="italic">To.</speaker>
      <p n="783">Th'art i'th right. Goe sir, rub your Chaine with
      <lb n="784"/>crums. A stope of Wine<hi rend="italic">Maria</hi>.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tn-mal">
      <speaker rend="italic">Mal.</speaker>
      <p n="785">Mistris Mary, if you priz'd my Ladies fauour
      <lb n="786"/>at any thing more then contempt, you would not giue
      <lb n="787"/>meanes for this vnciuill rule; she shall know of it by this
      <lb n="788"/>hand.</p>
   </sp>
   <stage rend="italic rightJustified" type="exit">Exit</stage>
   <sp who="#F-tn-mar">
      <speaker rend="italic">Mar.</speaker>
      <p n="789">Go shake your eares.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tn-and">
      <speaker rend="italic">An.</speaker>
      <p n="790">'Twere as good a deede as to drink when a mans
      <lb n="791"/>a hungrie, to challenge him the field, and then to breake
      <lb n="792"/>promise with him, and make a foole of him.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tn-tob">
      <speaker rend="italic">To.</speaker>
      <p n="793">Doo't knight, Ile write thee a Challenge: or Ile
      <lb n="794"/>deliuer thy indignation to him by word of mouth.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tn-mar">
      <speaker rend="italic">Mar.</speaker>
      <p n="795">Sweet Sir Toby be patient for to night: Since
      <lb n="796"/>the youth of the Counts was to day with my Lady, she is
      <lb n="797"/>much out of quiet. For Monsieur Maluolio, let me alone
      <lb n="798"/>with him: If I do not gull him into an ayword, and make
      <lb n="799"/>him a common recreation, do not thinke I haue witte e­
      <lb n="800"/>nough to lye straight in my bed: I know I can do it.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tn-tob">
      <speaker rend="italic">To.</speaker>
      <p n="801">Possesse vs, possesse vs, tell vs something of him.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tn-mar">
      <speaker rend="italic">Mar.</speaker>
      <p n="802">Marrie sir, sometimes he is a kinde of Puritane.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tn-and">
      <speaker rend="italic">An.</speaker>
      <p n="803">O, if I thought that, Ide beate him like a dogge.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tn-tob">
      <speaker rend="italic">To.</speaker>
      <p n="804">What for being a Puritan, thy exquisite reason,
      <lb n="805"/>deere knight.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tn-and">
      <speaker rend="italic">An.</speaker>
      <p n="806">I haue no exquisite reason for't, but I haue reason
      <lb n="807"/>good enough.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tn-mar">
      <speaker rend="italic">Mar.</speaker>
      <p n="808">The diu'll a Puritane that hee is, or any thing
      <lb n="809"/>constantly but a time‑pleaser, an affection'd Asse, that
      <lb n="810"/>cons State without booke, and vtters it by great swarths.
      <lb n="811"/>The best perswaded of himselfe: so cram'd (as he thinkes)
      <lb n="812"/>with excellencies, that it is his grounds of faith, that all
      <lb n="813"/>that looke on him, loue him: and on that vice in him, will
      <lb n="814"/>my reuenge finde notable cause to worke.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tn-tob">
      <speaker rend="italic">To.</speaker>
      <p n="815">What wilt thou do?</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tn-mar">
      <speaker rend="italic">Mar.</speaker>
      <p n="816">I will drop in his way some obscure Epistles of
      <lb n="817"/>loue, wherein by the colour of his beard, the shape of his
      <lb n="818"/>legge, the manner of his gate, the expressure of his eye,
      <lb n="819"/>forehead, and complection, he shall finde himselfe most
      <lb n="820"/>feelingly personated. I can write very like my Ladie
      <lb n="821"/>your Neece, on a forgotten matter wee can hardly make
      <lb n="822"/>distinction of our hands.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tn-tob">
      <speaker rend="italic">To.</speaker>
      <p n="823">Excellent, I smell a deuice.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tn-and">
      <speaker rend="italic">An.</speaker>
      <p n="824">I hau't in my nose too.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tn-tob">
      <speaker rend="italic">To.</speaker>
      <p n="825">He shall thinke by the Letters that thou wilt drop</p>
      <pb facs="FFimg:axc0282-0.jpg" n="262"/>
      <cb n="1"/>
      <p n="826">that they come from<gap extent="1"
              unit="chars"
              reason="nonstandardCharacter"
              agent="inkedSpacemarker"
              resp="#ES"/>my Neece, and<gap extent="1"
              unit="chars"
              reason="nonstandardCharacter"
              agent="inkedSpacemarker"
              resp="#ES"/>that shee's in loue
      <lb n="827"/>with him.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tn-mar">
      <speaker rend="italic">Mar.</speaker>
      <p n="828">My purpose is indeed a horse of that colour.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tn-and">
      <speaker rend="italic">An.</speaker>
      <p n="829">And your horse now would make him an Asse.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tn-mar">
      <speaker rend="italic">Mar.</speaker>
      <p n="830">Asse, I doubt not.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tn-and">
      <speaker rend="italic">An.</speaker>
      <p n="831">O twill be admirable.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tn-mar">
      <speaker rend="italic">Mar.</speaker>
      <p n="832">Sport royall I warrant you: I know my Phy­
      <lb n="833"/>sicke will worke with him, I will plant you two, and let
      <lb n="834"/>the Foole make a third, where he shall finde the Letter:
      <lb n="835"/>obserue his construction of it: For this night to bed, and
      <lb n="836"/>dreame on the euent: Farewell.</p>
   </sp>
   <stage rend="italic rightJustified" type="exit">Exit</stage>
   <sp who="#F-tn-tob">
      <speaker rend="italic">To.</speaker>
      <p n="837">Good night<hi rend="italic">Penthisilea</hi>.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tn-and">
      <speaker rend="italic">An.</speaker>
      <p n="838">Before me she's a good wench.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tn-tob">
      <speaker rend="italic">To.</speaker>
      <p n="839">She's a beagle true bred, and one that adores me:
      <lb n="840"/>what o'that?</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tn-and">
      <speaker rend="italic">An.</speaker>
      <p n="841">I was ador'd once too.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tn-tob">
      <speaker rend="italic">To.</speaker>
      <p n="842">Let's to bed knight: Thou hadst neede send for
      <lb n="843"/>more money.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tn-and">
      <speaker rend="italic">An.</speaker>
      <p n="844">If I cannot recouer your Neece, I am a foule way
      <lb n="845"/>out.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tn-tob">
      <speaker rend="italic">To.</speaker>
      <p n="846">Send for money knight, if thou hast her not i'th
      <lb n="847"/>end, call me Cut.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tn-and">
      <speaker rend="italic">An.</speaker>
      <p n="848">If I do not, neuer trust me, take it how you will.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tn-tob">
      <speaker rend="italic">To.</speaker>
      <p n="849">Come, come, Ile go burne some Sacke, tis too late
      <lb n="850"/>to go to bed now: Come knight, come knight.</p>
   </sp>
   <stage rend="italic rightJustified" type="exit">Exeunt</stage>
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