SCENE II.
An apartment in Olivia's house.
Enter Sir Toby, Sir Andrew, and Fabian.
Sir And.
No, faith, I'll not stay a jot longer.
Sir To.
Thy reason, dear venom, give thy reason.
Fab.
You must needs yield your reason, sir Andrew.
Sir And.
Marry, I saw your niece do more favours
to the count's serving-man, than ever she bestowed
upon me; I saw't i'the orchard.
Sir To.
Did she see thee the while, old boy; tell me
that?
Sir And.
As plain as I see you now.
Fab.
This was a great argument of love in her towards
you.
Sir And.
'Slight! will you make an ass o' me?
Fab.
I will prove it legitimate, sir, upon the oaths
of judgment and reason.
Sir To.
And they have been grand jury-men, since
before Noah was a sailor.
Fab.
She did shew favour to the youth in your sight,
only to exasperate you, to awake your dormouse valour,
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to put fire in your heart, and brimstone in your
liver: You should then have accosted her; and with
some excellent jests, fire-new from the mint, you
should have bang'd the youth into dumbness. This
was look'd for at your hand, and this was baulk'd:
the double gilt of this opportunity you let time wash
off, and you are now sail'd into the north of my lady's
opinion; where you will hang like an icicle on a
Dutchman's beard, unless you do redeem it by some
laudable attempt, either of valour, or policy.
Sir And.
And't be any way, it must be with valour;
for policy I hate: I had as lief be a Brownist1 note
, as
a politician.
Sir To.
Why then, build me thy fortunes upon the
basis of valour. Challenge me the count's youth to
fight with him2 note; hurt him in eleven places; my niece
shall take note of it: and assure thyself, there is no
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love-broker in the world can more prevail in man's
commendation with woman, than report of valour.
Fab.
There is no way but this, sir Andrew.
Sir And.
Will either of you bear me a challenge to
him?
Sir To.
Go, write it in a martial hand3 note; be curst and
brief: it is no matter how witty, so it be eloquent,
and full of invention: 4 note
taunt him with the licence of
ink: if thou thou'st him some thrice, it shall not be
amiss; and as many lies as will lie in thy sheet of paper,
although the sheet were big enough for the bed
of Ware in England, set 'em down, go, about it.
Let there be gall enough in thy ink; though thou
write with a goose-pen, no matter: About it.
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Sir And.
Where shall I find you?
Sir To.
We'll call thee at the Cubiculo: Go.
[Exit Sir Andrew.
Fab.
This is a dear manakin to you, sir Toby.
Sir To.
I have been dear to him, lad; some two
thousand strong, or so.
Fab.
We shall have a rare letter from him: but
you'll not deliver't.
Sir To.
Never trust me then; and by all means stir
on the youth to an answer. I think, oxen and wainropes
cannot hale them together. For Andrew, if he
were open'd, and you find so much blood in his liver
as will clog the foot of a flea, I'll eat the rest of the
anatomy.
Fab.
And his opposite, the youth, bears in his visage
no great presage of cruelty.
Enter Maria.
Sir To.
5 note
Look, where the youngest wren of nine
comes.
Mar.
If you desire the spleen, and will laugh yourselves
into stitches, follow me: yon' gull Malvolio is
turned heathen, a very renegado; for there is no
christian, that means to be sav'd by believing rightly,
can ever believe such impossible passages of grossness.
He's in yellow stockings.
Sir To.
And cross-garter'd?
Mar.
Most villainously; like a pedant that keeps
a school i'the church.—I have dogg'd him, like his
murtherer: He does obey every point of the letter
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that I dropp'd to betray him. He does smile his face
into more lines, than is in the new map, with the
augmentation of the Indies: you have not seen such
a thing as 'tis; I can hardly forbear hurling things at
him. I know, my lady will strike him6 note; if she do,
he'll smile, and take't for a great favour.
Sir To.
Come, bring us, bring us where he is.
[Exeunt.
Samuel Johnson [1778], The plays of William Shakspeare. In ten volumes. With the corrections and illustrations of various commentators; to which are added notes by Samuel Johnson and George Steevens. The second edition, Revised and Augmented (Printed for C. Bathurst [and] W. Strahan [etc.], London) [word count] [S10901].