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Twelfe Night, or, What you will. Nor wit, nor reason, can my passion hide: Do not extort thy reasons from this clause, For that I woo, thou therefore hast no cause:
[1320]
But rather reason thus, with reason fetter; Loue sought, is good: but giuen vnsought, is better.
Vio. By innocence I sweare, and by my youth, I haue one heart, one bosome, and one truth, And that no woman has, nor neuer none
[1325]
Shall mistris be of it, saue I alone. And so adieu good Madam, neuer more, Will I my Masters teares to you deplore.
Ol. Yet come againe: for thou perhaps mayst moue That heart which now abhorres, to like his loue. Exeunt.
Scœna Secunda. [Act 3, Scene 2] Enter Sir Toby, Sir Andrew, and Fabian. And.
[1330]

No faith, Ile not stay a iot longer:

To.

Thy reason deere venom, giue thy reason.

Fab.

You must needes yeelde your reason, Sir An­ drew ?

And.

Marry I saw your Neece do more fauours to the

[1335]

Counts Seruing‐man, then euer she bestow'd vpon mee:

I saw't i'th Orchard.

To.

Did she see the while, old boy, tell me that.

And.

As plaine as I see you now.

Fab.

This was a great argument of loue in her toward

[1340]

you.

And.

S'light; will you make an Asse o'me.

Fab.

I will proue it legitimate sir, vpon the Oathes of

iudgement, and reason.

To.

And they haue beene grand Iurie men, since before

[1345]

Noah was a Saylor.

Fab.

Shee did shew fauour to the youth in your sight,

onely to exasperate you, to awake your dormouse valour,

to put fire in your Heart, and brimstone in your Liuer:

you should then haue accosted her, and with some excel­

[1350]

lent iests, fire‑new from the mint, you should haue bangd

the youth into dumbenesse: this was look'd for at your

hand, and this was baulkt: the double gilt of this oppor­

tunitie you let time wash off, and you are now sayld into

the North of my Ladies opinion, where you will hang

[1355]

like an ysickle on a Dutchmans beard, vnlesse you do re­

deeme it, by some laudable attempt, either of valour or

policie.

And.

And't be any way, it must be with Valour, for

policie I hate: I had as liefe be a Brownist, as a Politi­

[1360]

cian.

To.

Why then build me thy fortunes vpon the basis of

valour. Challenge me the Counts youth to fight with him

hurt him in eleuen places, my Neece shall take note of it,

and assure thy selfe, there is no loue‑Broker in the world,

[1365]

can more preuaile in mans commendation with woman,

then report of valour.

Fab.

There is no way but this sir Andrew.

An.

Will either of you beare me a challenge to him?

To.

Go, write it in a martial hand, be curst and briefe:

[1370]

it is no matter how wittie, so it bee eloquent, and full of

inuention: taunt him with the license of Inke: if thou

thou'st him some thrice, it shall not be amisse, and as ma­

ny Lyes, as will lye in thy sheete of paper, although the

sheete were bigge enough for the bedde of Ware in Eng­

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land, set 'em downe, go about it. Let there bee gaulle e­

nough in thy inke, though thou write with a Goose‑pen,

no matter: about it.

And.

Where shall I finde you?

To.

Wee'l call thee at the Cubiculo: Go.

Exit Sir Andrew. Fa.
[1380]

This is a deere Manakin to you Sir Toby.

To.

I haue beene deere to him lad, some two thousand

strong, or so.

Fa.

We shall haue a rare Letter from him; but you'le

not deliuer't.

To.
[1385]

Neuer trust me then: and by all meanes stirre on

the youth to an answer. I thinke Oxen and waine‑ropes

cannot hale them together. For Andrew, if he were open'd

and you finde so much blood in his Liuer, as will clog the

foote of a flea, Ile eate the rest of th' anatomy.

Fab.
[1390]

And his opposit the youth beares in his visage no

great presage of cruelty.

Enter Maria. To.

Looke where the youngest Wren of mine comes.

Mar.

If you desire the spleene, and will laughe your

selues into stitches, follow me; yond gull Maluolio is tur­

[1395]

ned Heathen, a verie Renegatho; for there is no christian

that meanes to be saued by beleeuing rightly, can euer

beleeue such imposssible passages of grossenesse. Hee's in

yellow stockings.

To.

And crosse garter'd?

Mar.
[1400]

Most villanously: like a Pedant that keepes a

Schoole i'th Church: I haue dogg'd him like his murthe­

rer. He does obey euery point of the Letter that I dropt,

to betray him: He does smile his face into more lynes,

then is in the new Mappe, with the augmentation of the

[1405]

Indies: you haue not seene such a thing as tis: I can hard­

ly forbeare hurling things at him, I know my Ladie will

strike him: if shee doe, hee'l smile, and take't for a great

fauour.

To.

Come bring vs, bring vs where he is.

Exeunt Omnes.
Scæna Tertia. [Act 3, Scene 3] Enter Sebastian and Anthonio. Seb.
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I would not by my will haue troubled you, But since you make your pleasure of your paines, I will no further chide you.
Ant. I could not stay behinde you: my desire (More sharpe then filed steele) did spurre me forth,
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And not all loue to see you (though so much As might haue drawne one to a longer voyage) But iealousie, what might befall your rrauell trauell , Being skillesse in these parts: which to a stranger, Vnguided, and vnfriended, often proue
[1420]
Rough, and vnhospitable. My willing loue, An ink mark follows the end of this line. The rather by these arguments of feare Set forth in your pursuite.
Seb. My kinde Anthonio, I can no other answer make, but thankes,
[1425]
And thankes: and euer oft good turnes, Are shuffel'd off with such vncurrant pay: But were my worth, as is my conscience firme, You

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Scœna Secunda. [Act 3, Scene 2] Enter Sir Toby, Sir Andrew, and Fabian. And.
[1330]

No faith, Ile not stay a iot longer:

To.

Thy reason deere venom, giue thy reason.

Fab.

You must needes yeelde your reason, Sir An­ drew ?

And.

Marry I saw your Neece do more fauours to the

[1335]

Counts Seruing‐man, then euer she bestow'd vpon mee:

I saw't i'th Orchard.

To.

Did she see the while, old boy, tell me that.

And.

As plaine as I see you now.

Fab.

This was a great argument of loue in her toward

[1340]

you.

And.

S'light; will you make an Asse o'me.

Fab.

I will proue it legitimate sir, vpon the Oathes of

iudgement, and reason.

To.

And they haue beene grand Iurie men, since before

[1345]

Noah was a Saylor.

Fab.

Shee did shew fauour to the youth in your sight,

onely to exasperate you, to awake your dormouse valour,

to put fire in your Heart, and brimstone in your Liuer:

you should then haue accosted her, and with some excel­

[1350]

lent iests, fire‑new from the mint, you should haue bangd

the youth into dumbenesse: this was look'd for at your

hand, and this was baulkt: the double gilt of this oppor­

tunitie you let time wash off, and you are now sayld into

the North of my Ladies opinion, where you will hang

[1355]

like an ysickle on a Dutchmans beard, vnlesse you do re­

deeme it, by some laudable attempt, either of valour or

policie.

And.

And't be any way, it must be with Valour, for

policie I hate: I had as liefe be a Brownist, as a Politi­

[1360]

cian.

To.

Why then build me thy fortunes vpon the basis of

valour. Challenge me the Counts youth to fight with him

hurt him in eleuen places, my Neece shall take note of it,

and assure thy selfe, there is no loue‑Broker in the world,

[1365]

can more preuaile in mans commendation with woman,

then report of valour.

Fab.

There is no way but this sir Andrew.

An.

Will either of you beare me a challenge to him?

To.

Go, write it in a martial hand, be curst and briefe:

[1370]

it is no matter how wittie, so it bee eloquent, and full of

inuention: taunt him with the license of Inke: if thou

thou'st him some thrice, it shall not be amisse, and as ma­

ny Lyes, as will lye in thy sheete of paper, although the

sheete were bigge enough for the bedde of Ware in Eng­

[1375]

land, set 'em downe, go about it. Let there bee gaulle e­

nough in thy inke, though thou write with a Goose‑pen,

no matter: about it.

And.

Where shall I finde you?

To.

Wee'l call thee at the Cubiculo: Go.

Exit Sir Andrew. Fa.
[1380]

This is a deere Manakin to you Sir Toby.

To.

I haue beene deere to him lad, some two thousand

strong, or so.

Fa.

We shall haue a rare Letter from him; but you'le

not deliuer't.

To.
[1385]

Neuer trust me then: and by all meanes stirre on

the youth to an answer. I thinke Oxen and waine‑ropes

cannot hale them together. For Andrew, if he were open'd

and you finde so much blood in his Liuer, as will clog the

foote of a flea, Ile eate the rest of th' anatomy.

Fab.
[1390]

And his opposit the youth beares in his visage no

great presage of cruelty.

Enter Maria. To.

Looke where the youngest Wren of mine comes.

Mar.

If you desire the spleene, and will laughe your

selues into stitches, follow me; yond gull Maluolio is tur­

[1395]

ned Heathen, a verie Renegatho; for there is no christian

that meanes to be saued by beleeuing rightly, can euer

beleeue such imposssible passages of grossenesse. Hee's in

yellow stockings.

To.

And crosse garter'd?

Mar.
[1400]

Most villanously: like a Pedant that keepes a

Schoole i'th Church: I haue dogg'd him like his murthe­

rer. He does obey euery point of the Letter that I dropt,

to betray him: He does smile his face into more lynes,

then is in the new Mappe, with the augmentation of the

[1405]

Indies: you haue not seene such a thing as tis: I can hard­

ly forbeare hurling things at him, I know my Ladie will

strike him: if shee doe, hee'l smile, and take't for a great

fauour.

To.

Come bring vs, bring vs where he is.

Exeunt Omnes.
 

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      <lb n="1405"/>Indies: you haue not seene such a thing as tis: I can hard­
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