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Twelfe Night, or, What you will.
[945]
Can bide the beating of so strong a pass sion, As loue doth giue my heart: no womans heart So bigge, to hold so much, they lacke retention. Alas, their loue may be call'd appetite, No motion of the Liuer, but the Pallat,
[950]
That suffer surfet, cloyment, and reuolt, An ink mark follows the end of this line. But mine is all as hungry as the Sea, And can digest as much, make no compare Betweene that loue a woman can beare me, And that I owe Oliuia.
Vio.
[955]
I but I know.
Du. What dost thou knowe? Vio. Too well what loue women to men may owe: In faith they are as true of heart, as we. My Father had a daughter lou'd a man
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As it might be perhaps, were I a woman I should your Lordship.
Du. And what's her history? Vio. A blanke my Lord: she neuer told her loue, But let concealment like a worme i'th budde
[965]
Feede on her damaske cheeke: she pin'd in thought, And with a greene and yellow melancholly, She sate like Patience on a Monument, Smiling at greefe. Was not this loue indeede? We men may say more, sweare more, but indeed
[970]
Our shewes are more then will: for still we proue Much in our vowes, but little in our loue.
Du. But di'de thy sister of her loue my Boy? Vio. I am all the daughters of my Fathers house, And all the brothers too: and yet I know not.
[975]
Sir, shall I to this Lady?
Du. I that's the Theame, To her in haste: giue her this Iewell: say, My loue can giue no place, bide no denay. exeunt.
Scena Quinta. [Act 2, Scene 5] Enter Sir Toby, Sir Andrew, and Fabian. To.

Come thy wayes Signior Fabian.

Fab.
[980]

Nay Ile come: if I loose a scruple of this sport,

let me be boyl'd to death with Melancholly.

To.

Wouldst thou not be glad to haue the niggard­

ly Rascally sheepe‑biter, come by some notable shame?

Fa.

I would exult man: you know he brought me out

[985]

o'fauour with my Lady, about a Beare‑baiting heere.

To.

To anger him wee'l haue the Beare againe, and

we will foole him blacke and blew, shall we not sir An­ drew ?

An.

And we do not, it is pittie of our liues.

Enter Maria. To.
[990]

Heere comes the little villaine: How now my

Mettle of India ?

Mar.

Get ye all three into the box tree: Maluolio's

comming downe this walke, he has beene yonder i'the

Sunne practising behauiour to his own shadow this halfe

[995]

houre: obserue him for the loue of Mockerie: for I know

this Letter wil make a contemplatiue Ideot of him. Close

in the name of ieasting, lye thou there: for heere comes

the Trowt, that must be caught with tickling.

Exit Enter Maluolio. Mal.

'Tis but Fortune, all is fortune. Maria once

[1000]

told me she did affect me, and I haue heard her self come

thus neere, that should shee fancie, it should bee one of

my complection. Besides she vses me with a more ex­

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alted respect, then any one else that followes her. What

should I thinke on't?

To.
[1005]

Heere's an ouer‑weening rogue.

Fa.

Oh peace: Contemplation makes a rare Turkey

Cocke of him, how he iets vnder his aduanc'd plumes.

And.

Slight I could so beate the Rogue.

To.

Peace I say.

Mal.
[1010]

To be Count Maluolio.

To.

Ah Rogue.

An.

Pistoll him, pistoll him.

To.

Peace, peace.

Mal.

There is example for't: The Lady of the Stra­ chy , married the yeoman of the wardrobe.

An.

Fie on him Iezabel.

Fa.

O peace, now he's deepely in: looke how imagi­

nation blowes him.

Mal.

Hauing beene three moneths married to her,

[1020]

sitting in my state.

To.

O for a stone‑bow to hit him in the eye.

Mal.

Calling my Officers about me, in my branch'd

Veluet gowne: hauing come from a day bedde, where I

haue left Oliuia sleeping.

To.
[1025]

Fire and Brimstone.

Fa.

O peace, peace.

Mal.

And then to haue the humor of state: and after

a demure trauaile of regard: telling them I knowe my

place, as I would they should doe theirs: to aske for my

[1030]

kinsman Toby.

To.

Boltes and shackles.

Fa.

Oh peace, peace, peace, now, now.

Mal.

Seauen of my people with an obedient start,

make out for him: I frowne the while, and perchance

[1035]

winde vp my watch, or play with my some rich Iewell:

Toby approaches; curtsies there to me.

To.

Shall this fellow liue?

Fa.

Though our silence be drawne from vs with cars,

yet peace.

Mal.
[1040]
I extend my hand to him thus: quenching my familiar smile with an austere regard of controll.
To.

And do's not Toby take you a blow o'the lippes,

then?

Mal.

Saying, Cosine Toby, my Fortunes hauing cast

me on your Neece, giue me this prerogatiue of speech.

To.
[1045]

What, what?

Mal.

You must amend your drunkennesse.

To.

Out scab.

Fab.

Nay patience, or we breake the sinewes of our

plot ?

Mal.
[1050]

Besides you waste the treasure of your time,

with a foolish knight.

And.

That's mee I warrant you.

Mal.

One sir Andrew.

And.

I knew 'twas I, for many do call mee foole.

Mal.
[1055]

What employment haue we heere?

Fa.

Now is the Woodcocke neere the gin.

To.

Oh peace, and the spirit of humors intimate rea­

ding aloud to him.

Mal.

By my life this is my Ladies hand: these bee her

[1060]

very C s, her V's, and her T's, and thus makes shee het her

great P's. It is in contempt of question her hand.

An.

Her C's, her V's, and her T's: why that?

Mal.

To the vnknowne belou'd, this, and my good Wishes:

Her very Phrases: By your leaue wax. Soft, and the im­

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pressure her Lucrece, with which she vses to seale: tis my

Lady: To whom should this be?

Fab.

This winnes him, Liuer and all.

Mal.

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Scena Quinta. [Act 2, Scene 5] Enter Sir Toby, Sir Andrew, and Fabian. To.

Come thy wayes Signior Fabian.

Fab.
[980]

Nay Ile come: if I loose a scruple of this sport,

let me be boyl'd to death with Melancholly.

To.

Wouldst thou not be glad to haue the niggard­

ly Rascally sheepe‑biter, come by some notable shame?

Fa.

I would exult man: you know he brought me out

[985]

o'fauour with my Lady, about a Beare‑baiting heere.

To.

To anger him wee'l haue the Beare againe, and

we will foole him blacke and blew, shall we not sir An­ drew ?

An.

And we do not, it is pittie of our liues.

Enter Maria. To.
[990]

Heere comes the little villaine: How now my

Mettle of India ?

Mar.

Get ye all three into the box tree: Maluolio's

comming downe this walke, he has beene yonder i'the

Sunne practising behauiour to his own shadow this halfe

[995]

houre: obserue him for the loue of Mockerie: for I know

this Letter wil make a contemplatiue Ideot of him. Close

in the name of ieasting, lye thou there: for heere comes

the Trowt, that must be caught with tickling.

Exit Enter Maluolio. Mal.

'Tis but Fortune, all is fortune. Maria once

[1000]

told me she did affect me, and I haue heard her self come

thus neere, that should shee fancie, it should bee one of

my complection. Besides she vses me with a more ex­

alted respect, then any one else that followes her. What

should I thinke on't?

To.
[1005]

Heere's an ouer‑weening rogue.

Fa.

Oh peace: Contemplation makes a rare Turkey

Cocke of him, how he iets vnder his aduanc'd plumes.

And.

Slight I could so beate the Rogue.

To.

Peace I say.

Mal.
[1010]

To be Count Maluolio.

To.

Ah Rogue.

An.

Pistoll him, pistoll him.

To.

Peace, peace.

Mal.

There is example for't: The Lady of the Stra­ chy , married the yeoman of the wardrobe.

An.

Fie on him Iezabel.

Fa.

O peace, now he's deepely in: looke how imagi­

nation blowes him.

Mal.

Hauing beene three moneths married to her,

[1020]

sitting in my state.

To.

O for a stone‑bow to hit him in the eye.

Mal.

Calling my Officers about me, in my branch'd

Veluet gowne: hauing come from a day bedde, where I

haue left Oliuia sleeping.

To.
[1025]

Fire and Brimstone.

Fa.

O peace, peace.

Mal.

And then to haue the humor of state: and after

a demure trauaile of regard: telling them I knowe my

place, as I would they should doe theirs: to aske for my

[1030]

kinsman Toby.

To.

Boltes and shackles.

Fa.

Oh peace, peace, peace, now, now.

Mal.

Seauen of my people with an obedient start,

make out for him: I frowne the while, and perchance

[1035]

winde vp my watch, or play with my some rich Iewell:

Toby approaches; curtsies there to me.

To.

Shall this fellow liue?

Fa.

Though our silence be drawne from vs with cars,

yet peace.

Mal.
[1040]
I extend my hand to him thus: quenching my familiar smile with an austere regard of controll.
To.

And do's not Toby take you a blow o'the lippes,

then?

Mal.

Saying, Cosine Toby, my Fortunes hauing cast

me on your Neece, giue me this prerogatiue of speech.

To.
[1045]

What, what?

Mal.

You must amend your drunkennesse.

To.

Out scab.

Fab.

Nay patience, or we breake the sinewes of our

plot ?

Mal.
[1050]

Besides you waste the treasure of your time,

with a foolish knight.

And.

That's mee I warrant you.

Mal.

One sir Andrew.

And.

I knew 'twas I, for many do call mee foole.

Mal.
[1055]

What employment haue we heere?

Fa.

Now is the Woodcocke neere the gin.

To.

Oh peace, and the spirit of humors intimate rea­

ding aloud to him.

Mal.

By my life this is my Ladies hand: these bee her

[1060]

very C s, her V's, and her T's, and thus makes shee het her

great P's. It is in contempt of question her hand.

An.

Her C's, her V's, and her T's: why that?

Mal.

To the vnknowne belou'd, this, and my good Wishes:

Her very Phrases: By your leaue wax. Soft, and the im­

[1065]

pressure her Lucrece, with which she vses to seale: tis my

Lady: To whom should this be?

Fab.

This winnes him, Liuer and all.

Mal.

Ioue knowes I loue, but who, Lips do not mooue, no man must know. No man must know. What followes?

[1070]

The numbers alter d: No man must know,

If this should be thee Maluolio?

To.

Marrie hang thee brocke.

Mal. I may command where I adore, but silence like a Lu­ cresse knife: With bloodlesse stroke my heart doth gore, M.O.A.I. doth sway my life. Fa.
[1075]

A fustian riddle.

To.

Excellent Wench, say I.

Mal.

M.O.A.I. doth sway my life. Nay but first

let me see, let me see, let me see.

Fab.

What dish a poyson has she drest him ?

To.
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And with what wing the stallion checkes at it?

Mal.

I may command, where I adore: Why shee may

command me: I serue her, she is my Ladie. Why this is

euident to any formall capacitie. There is no obstruction

in this, and the end: What should that Alphabeticall po­

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sition portend, if I could make that resemble something

in me? Softly, M.O.A.I.

To.

O I, make vp that, he is now at a cold sent.

Fab.

Sowter will cry vpon't for all this, though it bee

as ranke as a Fox.

Mal.
[1090]

M. Maluolio, M: why that begins my name.

Fab.

Did not I say he would worke it out, the Curre

is excellent at faults.

Mal.

M. But then there is no consonancy in the sequell

that suffers vnder probation: A. should follow, but O.

[1095]

does.

Fa.

And O shall end, I hope.

To.

I, or Ile cudgell him, and make him cry O.

Mal.

And then I. comes behind.

Fa.

I, and you had any eye behinde you, you might

[1100]

see more detraction at your heeles, then Fortunes before

you.

Mal.

M,O,A,I. This simulation is not as the former:

and yet to crush this a little, it would bow to mee, for e­

uery one of these Letters are in my name. Soft, here fol­

[1105]

lowes prose: If this fall into thy hand, reuolue. In my stars

I am aboue thee, but be not affraid of greatnesse: Some

are become great, some atcheeues greatnesse, and some

haue greatnesse thrust vppon em. Thy fates open theyr

hands, let thy blood and spirit embrace them, and to in­

[1110]

ure thy selfe to what thou art like to be:cast thy humble

slough, and appeare fresh. Be opposite with a kinsman,

surly with seruants: Let thy tongue tang arguments of

state; put thy selfe into the tricke of singularitie. Shee

thus aduises thee, that sighes for thee. Remember who

[1115]

commended thy yellow stockings, and wish'd to see thee

euer crosse garter'd: I say remember, goe too, thou art

made if thou desir'st to be so: If not, let me see thee a ste­

ward still, the fellow of seruants, and not woorthie to

touch Fortunes fingers Farewell, Shee that would alter

[1120]

seruices with thee, the fortunate vnhappy daylight and

champian discouers not more: This is open, I will bee

proud, I will reade politicke Authours, I will baffle Sir

Toby, I will wash off grosse acquaintance, I will be point

deuise, the very man. I do not now foole my selfe, to let

[1125]

imagination iade mee; for euery reason excites to this,

that my Lady loues mè. She did commend my yellow

stockings of late, shee did praise my legge being crosse‑

garter'd, and in this she manifests her selfe to my loue, &

with a kinde of iniunction driues mee to these habites of

[1130]

her liking. I thanke my starres, I am happy: I will bee

strange, stout, in yellow stockings, and crosse Garter'd,

euen with the swiftnesse of putting on. Ioue, and my

starres be praised. Heere is yet a postscript. Thou canst not choose but know who I am. If thou entertainst my loue, let it appeare in thy smiling, thy smiles become thee well. There­ fore in my presence still smile, deere my sweete, I prethee . Ioue

I thanke thee, I will smile, I wil do euery thing that thou

wilt haue me.

Exit Fab.

I will not giue my part of this sport for a pensi­

[1140]

on of thousands to be paid from the Sophy.

To.

I could marry this wench for this deuice.

An.

So could I too.

To.

And aske no other dowry with her, but such ano­

ther iest.

Enter Maria. An.
[1145]

Nor I neither.

Fab.

Heere comes my noble gull catcher.

To.

Wilt thou set thy foote o'my necke.

An.

Or o'mine either?

To.

Shall I play my freedome at tray‑trip, and becom

[1150]

thy bondslaue?

An.

Ifaith, or I either?

Tob.

Why, thou hast put him in such a dreame, that

when the image of it leaues him, he must run mad.

Ma.

Nay but say true, do's it worke vpon him?

To.
[1155]

Like Aqua vite with a Midwife.

Mar.

If you will then see the fruites of the sport, mark

his first approach before my Lady: hee will come to her

in yellow stockings, and 'tis a colour she abhorres, and

crosse garter'd, a fashion shee detests: and hee will smile

[1160]

vpon her, which will now be so vnsuteable to her dispo­

sition, being addicted to a melancholly, as shee is, that it

cannot but turn him into a notable contempt: if you wil

see it follow me.

To.

To the gates of Tartar, thou most excellent diuell

[1165]

of wit.

And.

Ile make one too.

Exeunt.
 

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      <lb n="1039"/>yet peace.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tn-mal">
      <speaker rend="italic">Mal.</speaker>
      <l n="1040">I extend my hand to him thus: quenching my
      <lb/>familiar smile with an austere regard of controll.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tn-tob">
      <speaker rend="italic">To.</speaker>
      <p n="1041">And do's not<hi rend="italic">Toby</hi>take you a blow o'the lippes,
      <lb n="1042"/>then?</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tn-mal">
      <speaker rend="italic">Mal.</speaker>
      <p n="1043">Saying, Cosine<hi rend="italic">Toby</hi>, my Fortunes hauing cast
      <lb n="1044"/>me on your Neece, giue me this prerogatiue of speech.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tn-tob">
      <speaker rend="italic">To.</speaker>
      <p n="1045">What, what?</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tn-mal">
      <speaker rend="italic">Mal.</speaker>
      <p n="1046">You must amend your drunkennesse.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tn-tob">
      <speaker rend="italic">To.</speaker>
      <p n="1047">Out scab.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tn-fab">
      <speaker rend="italic">Fab.</speaker>
      <p n="1048">Nay patience, or we breake the sinewes of our
      <lb n="1049"/>plot<c rend="italic">?</c>
      </p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tn-mal">
      <speaker rend="italic">Mal.</speaker>
      <p n="1050">Besides you waste the treasure of your time,
      <lb n="1051"/>with a foolish knight.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tn-and">
      <speaker rend="italic">And.</speaker>
      <p n="1052">That's mee I warrant you.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tn-mal">
      <speaker rend="italic">Mal.</speaker>
      <p n="1053">One sir<hi rend="italic">Andrew</hi>.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tn-and">
      <speaker rend="italic">And.</speaker>
      <p n="1054">I knew 'twas I, for many do call mee foole.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tn-mal">
      <speaker rend="italic">Mal.</speaker>
      <p n="1055">What employment haue we heere?</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tn-fab">
      <speaker rend="italic">Fa.</speaker>
      <p n="1056">Now is the Woodcocke neere the gin.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tn-tob">
      <speaker rend="italic">To.</speaker>
      <p n="1057">Oh peace, and the spirit of humors intimate rea­
      <lb n="1058"/>ding aloud to him.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tn-mal">
      <speaker rend="italic">Mal.</speaker>
      <p n="1059">By my life this is my Ladies hand: these bee her
      <lb n="1060"/>very<hi rend="italic">C s</hi>, her<hi rend="italic">V's</hi>, and her<hi rend="italic">T's</hi>, and thus makes shee<choice>
            <orig>het</orig>
            <corr>her</corr>
         </choice>
         
      <lb n="1061"/>great<hi rend="italic">P's</hi>. It is in contempt of question her hand.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tn-and">
      <speaker rend="italic">An.</speaker>
      <p n="1062">Her<hi rend="italic">C's</hi>, her<hi rend="italic">V's</hi>, and her<hi rend="italic">T's</hi>: why that?</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tn-mal">
      <speaker rend="italic">Mal.</speaker>
      <p n="1063">
         <hi rend="italic">To the vnknowne belou'd, this, and my good Wishes</hi>:
      <lb n="1064"/>Her very Phrases: By your leaue wax. Soft, and the im­
      <lb n="1065"/>pressure her<hi rend="italic">Lucrece</hi>, with which she vses to seale: tis my
      <lb n="1066"/>Lady: To whom should this be?</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tn-fab">
      <speaker rend="italic">Fab.</speaker>
      <p n="1067">This winnes him, Liuer and all.</p>
   </sp>
   <pb facs="FFimg:axc0284-0.jpg" n="264"/>
   <cb n="1"/>
   <sp who="#F-tn-mal">
      <speaker rend="italic">Mal.</speaker>
      <p n="1068">
         <hi rend="italic">Ioue knowes I loue, but who, Lips do not mooue, no
      <lb n="1069"/>man must know.</hi>No man must know. What followes?
      <lb n="1070"/>The numbers alter d: No man must know,
      <lb n="1071"/>If this should be thee<hi rend="italic">Maluolio</hi>?</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tn-tob">
      <speaker rend="italic">To.</speaker>
      <p n="1072">Marrie hang thee brocke.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tn-mal">
      <speaker rend="italic">Mal.</speaker>
      <l rend="italic" n="1073">I may command where I adore, but silence like a Lu­
      <lb/>cresse knife:</l>
      <l rend="italic" n="1074">With bloodlesse stroke my heart doth gore, M.O.A.I. doth
      <lb/>sway my life.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tn-fab">
      <speaker rend="italic">Fa.</speaker>
      <p n="1075">A fustian riddle.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tn-tob">
      <speaker rend="italic">To.</speaker>
      <p n="1076">Excellent Wench, say I.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tn-mal">
      <speaker rend="italic">Mal.</speaker>
      <p n="1077">
         <hi rend="italic">M.O.A.I.</hi>doth sway my life. Nay but first
      <lb n="1078"/>let me see, let me see, let me see.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tn-fab">
      <speaker rend="italic">Fab.</speaker>
      <p n="1079">What dish a poyson has she drest him<c rend="italic">?</c>
      </p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tn-tob">
      <speaker rend="italic">To.</speaker>
      <p n="1080">And with what wing the stallion checkes at it?</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tn-mal">
      <speaker rend="italic">Mal.</speaker>
      <p n="1081">
         <hi rend="italic">I may command, where I adore</hi>: Why shee may
      <lb n="1082"/>command me: I serue her, she is my Ladie. Why this is
      <lb n="1083"/>euident to any formall capacitie. There is no obstruction
      <lb n="1084"/>in this, and the end: What should that Alphabeticall po­
      <lb n="1085"/>sition portend, if I could make that resemble something
      <lb n="1086"/>in me? Softly,<hi rend="italic">M.O.A.I.</hi>
      </p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tn-tob">
      <speaker rend="italic">To.</speaker>
      <p n="1087">O I, make vp that, he is now at a cold sent.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tn-fab">
      <speaker rend="italic">Fab.</speaker>
      <p n="1088">Sowter will cry vpon't for all this, though it bee
      <lb n="1089"/>as ranke as a Fox.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tn-mal">
      <speaker rend="italic">Mal.</speaker>
      <p n="1090">
         <hi rend="italic">M. Maluolio, M:</hi>why that begins my name.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tn-fab">
      <speaker rend="italic">Fab.</speaker>
      <p n="1091">Did not I say he would worke it out, the Curre
      <lb n="1092"/>is excellent at faults.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tn-mal">
      <speaker rend="italic">Mal.</speaker>
      <p n="1093">
         <hi rend="italic">M.</hi>But then there is no consonancy in the sequell
      <lb n="1094"/>that suffers vnder probation:<hi rend="italic">A</hi>. should follow, but<hi rend="italic">O</hi>.
      <lb n="1095"/>does.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tn-fab">
      <speaker rend="italic">Fa.</speaker>
      <p n="1096">And<hi rend="italic">O</hi>shall end, I hope.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tn-tob">
      <speaker rend="italic">To.</speaker>
      <p n="1097">I, or Ile cudgell him, and make him cry<hi rend="italic">O</hi>.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tn-mal">
      <speaker rend="italic">Mal.</speaker>
      <p n="1098">And then<hi rend="italic">I</hi>. comes behind.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tn-fab">
      <speaker rend="italic">Fa.</speaker>
      <p n="1099">I, and you had any eye behinde you, you might
      <lb n="1100"/>see more detraction at your heeles, then Fortunes before
      <lb n="1101"/>you.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tn-mal">
      <speaker rend="italic">Mal.</speaker>
      <p n="1102">
         <hi rend="italic">M,O,A,I</hi>. This simulation is not as the former:
      <lb n="1103"/>and yet to crush this a little, it would bow to mee, for e­
      <lb n="1104"/>uery one of these Letters are in my name. Soft, here fol­
      <lb n="1105"/>lowes prose:<hi rend="italic">If this fall into thy hand, reuolue</hi>. In my stars
      <lb n="1106"/>I am aboue thee, but be not affraid of greatnesse: Some
      <lb n="1107"/>are become great, some atcheeues greatnesse, and<gap extent="1"
              unit="chars"
              reason="nonstandardCharacter"
              agent="inkedSpacemarker"
              resp="#ES"/>some
      <lb n="1108"/>haue greatnesse thrust vppon em. Thy fates open theyr
      <lb n="1109"/>hands, let thy blood and spirit embrace them, and to in­
      <lb n="1110"/>ure thy selfe to what thou art like to be:cast thy humble
      <lb n="1111"/>slough, and appeare fresh. Be opposite with a kinsman,
      <lb n="1112"/>surly with seruants: Let thy tongue tang arguments of
      <lb n="1113"/>state; put thy selfe into the tricke of singularitie. Shee
      <lb n="1114"/>thus aduises thee, that sighes for thee. Remember who
      <lb n="1115"/>commended thy yellow stockings, and wish'd to see thee
      <lb n="1116"/>euer crosse garter'd: I say remember, goe too, thou art
      <lb n="1117"/>made if thou desir'st to be so: If not, let me see thee a ste­
      <lb n="1118"/>ward still, the fellow of seruants, and not woorthie to
      <lb n="1119"/>touch Fortunes fingers Farewell, Shee that would alter
      <lb n="1120"/>seruices with thee, the fortunate vnhappy daylight and
      <lb n="1121"/>champian discouers not more: This is open, I will bee
      <lb n="1122"/>proud, I will reade politicke Authours, I will baffle Sir
      <lb n="1123"/>
         <hi rend="italic">Toby</hi>, I will wash off grosse acquaintance, I will be point
      <lb n="1124"/>deuise, the very man. I do not now foole my selfe, to let
      <lb n="1125"/>imagination iade mee; for euery reason excites to this,
      <lb n="1126"/>that my Lady loues mè. She did commend my yellow
      <lb n="1127"/>stockings of late, shee did praise my legge being crosse‑
      <lb n="1128"/>garter'd, and in this she manifests her selfe to my loue, &amp;
      <lb n="1129"/>with a kinde of iniunction driues mee to these habites of
      <lb n="1130"/>her liking. I thanke my starres, I am happy: I will bee
      <lb n="1131"/>strange, stout, in yellow stockings, and crosse Garter'd,<cb n="2"/>
         
      <lb n="1132"/>euen with the swiftnesse of putting on. Ioue, and my
      <lb n="1133"/>starres be praised. Heere is yet a postscript.<hi rend="italic">Thou canst
      <lb n="1134"/>not choose but know who I am. If thou entertainst my loue, let
      <lb n="1135"/>it appeare in thy smiling, thy smiles become thee well. There­
      <lb n="1136"/>fore in my presence still smile, deere my sweete, I prethee</hi>. Ioue
      <lb n="1137"/>I thanke thee, I will smile, I wil do euery thing that thou
      <lb n="1138"/>wilt haue me.</p>
   </sp>
   <stage rend="italic rightJustified" type="exit">Exit</stage>
   <sp who="#F-tn-fab">
      <speaker rend="italic">Fab.</speaker>
      <p n="1139">I will not giue my part of this sport for a pensi­
      <lb n="1140"/>on of thousands to be paid from the Sophy.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tn-tob">
      <speaker rend="italic">To.</speaker>
      <p n="1141">I could marry this wench for this deuice.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tn-and">
      <speaker rend="italic">An.</speaker>
      <p n="1142">So could I too.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tn-tob">
      <speaker rend="italic">To.</speaker>
      <p n="1143">And aske no other dowry with her, but such ano­
      <lb n="1144"/>ther iest.</p>
   </sp>
   <stage rend="italic center" type="entrance">Enter Maria.</stage>
   <sp who="#F-tn-and">
      <speaker rend="italic">An.</speaker>
      <p n="1145">Nor I neither.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tn-fab">
      <speaker rend="italic">Fab.</speaker>
      <p n="1146">Heere comes my noble gull catcher.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tn-tob">
      <speaker rend="italic">To.</speaker>
      <p n="1147">Wilt thou set thy foote o'my necke.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tn-and">
      <speaker rend="italic">An.</speaker>
      <p n="1148">Or o'mine either?</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tn-tob">
      <speaker rend="italic">To.</speaker>
      <p n="1149">Shall I play my freedome at tray‑trip, and becom
      <lb n="1150"/>thy bondslaue?</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tn-and">
      <speaker rend="italic">An.</speaker>
      <p n="1151">Ifaith, or I either?</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tn-tob">
      <speaker rend="italic">Tob.</speaker>
      <p n="1152">Why, thou hast put him in such a dreame, that
      <lb n="1153"/>when the image of it leaues him, he must run mad.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tn-mar">
      <speaker rend="italic">Ma.</speaker>
      <p n="1154">Nay but say true, do's it worke vpon him?</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tn-tob">
      <speaker rend="italic">To.</speaker>
      <p n="1155">Like Aqua vite with a Midwife.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tn-mar">
      <speaker rend="italic">Mar.</speaker>
      <p n="1156">If you will then see the fruites of the sport, mark
      <lb n="1157"/>his first approach before my Lady: hee will come to her
      <lb n="1158"/>in yellow stockings, and 'tis a colour she abhorres, and
      <lb n="1159"/>crosse garter'd, a fashion shee detests: and hee will smile
      <lb n="1160"/>vpon her, which will now be so vnsuteable to her dispo­
      <lb n="1161"/>sition, being addicted to a melancholly, as shee is, that it
      <lb n="1162"/>cannot but turn him into a notable contempt: if you wil
      <lb n="1163"/>see it follow me.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tn-tob">
      <speaker rend="italic">To.</speaker>
      <p n="1164">To the gates of Tartar, thou most excellent diuell
      <lb n="1165"/>of wit.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tn-and">
      <speaker rend="italic">And.</speaker>
      <p n="1166">Ile make one too.</p>
   </sp>
   <stage rend="italic rightJustified" type="exit">Exeunt.</stage>
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