Twelfth Night (Folio 1, 1623)
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1485You should finde better dealing: what's to do?
¶Shall we go see the reliques of this Towne?
¶Seb. I am not weary, and 'tis long to night
1490With the memorials, and the things of fame
¶That do renowne this City.
¶Ant. Would youl'd pardon me:
¶Albeit the quality of the time, and quarrell
1500Might well haue giuen vs bloody argument:
¶What we tooke from them, which for Traffiques sake
¶For which if I be lapsed in this place
1505I shall pay deere.
¶Seb. Do not then walke too open.
¶In the South Suburbes at the Elephant
1510Whiles you beguile the time, and feed your knowledge
¶With viewing of the Towne, there shall you haue me.
1515I thinke is not for idle Markets, sir.
¶For an houre.
¶Ant. To th'Elephant.
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Scœna Quarta.
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Enter Oliuia and Maria.
¶For youth is bought more oft, then begg'd, or borrow'd.
¶Where is Maluolio?
¶Mar. He's comming Madame:
1530Ol. Why what's the matter, does he raue?
¶come, for sure the man is tainted in's wits.
¶Ol. Go call him hither.
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Enter Maluolio.
¶I am as madde as hee,
¶How now Maluolio?
¶Mal. Sweet Lady, ho, ho.
¶If it please the eye of one, it is with me as the very true
¶What is the matter with thee?
¶Mal. Not blacke in my minde, though yellow in my
¶legges: It did come to his hands, and Commaunds shall
1550be executed. I thinke we doe know the sweet Romane
¶hand.
¶Ol. Wilt thou go to bed Maluolio?
¶Mar. How do you Maluolio?
¶Yes Nightingales answere Dawes.
¶Mar. Why appeare you with this ridiculous bold-
¶Mal. Some are borne great.
¶Ol. Ha?
1570ings.
1575Ol. Am I made?
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Enter Seruant.
¶Ser. Madame, the young Gentleman of the Count
1580Orsino's is return'd, I could hardly entreate him backe: he
¶Ol. Ile come to him.
¶Good Maria, let this fellow be look d too. Where's my
1585of him, I would not haue him miscarrie for the halfe of
¶my Dowry.
exit
¶man then sir Toby to looke to me. This concurres direct-
¶I haue lymde her, but it is Ioues doing, and Ioue make me
¶thankefull. And when she went away now, let this Fel-
¶low be look'd too: Fellow? not Maluolio, nor after my
1600degree, but Fellow. Why euery thing adheres togither,
¶can be saide? Nothing that can be, can come betweene
¶me, and the full prospect of my hopes. Well Ioue, not I,
1605is the doer of this, and he is to be thanked.
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Enter Toby, Fabian, and Maria.
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