Twelfe Night, or, What you will.
No faith, Ile not stay a iot longer:
Thy reason deere venom, giue thy reason.
You must needes yeelde your reason, Sir
An
drew
?
Marry I saw your Neece do more fauours to the
Counts Seruing‐man, then euer she bestow'd vpon mee:
I saw't i'th Orchard.
Did she see the while, old boy, tell me that.
As plaine as I see you now.
This was a great argument of loue in her toward
you.
S'light; will you make an Asse o'me.
I will proue it legitimate sir, vpon the Oathes of
iudgement, and reason.
And they haue beene grand Iurie men, since before
Noah was a Saylor.
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
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
like an ysickle on a Dutchmans beard, vnlesse you do re
deeme it, by some laudable attempt, either of valour or
policie.
And't be any way, it must be with Valour, for
policie I hate: I had as liefe be a Brownist, as a Politi
cian.
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,
can more preuaile in mans commendation with woman,
then report of valour.
There is no way but this sir
Andrew.
Will either of you beare me a challenge to him?
Go, write it in a martial hand, be curst and briefe:
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
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