Twelfth Night (Folio 1, 1623)
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Twelfe Night, or, What you will.
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¶uels sometimes altogether.
¶the degree of my betters, & yet I will not compare with
¶an old man.
¶To. What is thy excellence in a galliard, knight?
¶And. Faith, I can cut a caper.
230To. And I can cut the Mutton too't.
¶strong as any man in Illyria.
¶these gifts a Curtaine before 'em? Are they like to take
¶to Church in a Galliard, and come home in a Carranto?
¶as make water but in a Sinke-a-pace: What dooest thou
¶meane? Is it a world to hide vertues in? I did thinke by
240the excellent constitution of thy legge, it was form'd vn-
¶der the starre of a Galliard.
245Taurus?
¶per. Ha, higher: ha, ha, excellent.
Exeunt
¶
Scena Quarta.
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Enter Valentine, and Viola in mans attire.
¶Cesario, you are like to be much aduanc'd, he hath known
¶you but three dayes, and already you are no stranger.
¶Vio. You either feare his humour, or my negligence,
255that you call in question the continuance of his loue. Is
Val. No beleeue me.
¶
Enter Duke, Curio, and Attendants.
¶Vio. I thanke you: heere comes the Count.
260Vio. On your attendance my Lord heere.
¶And tell them, there thy fixed foot shall grow
¶Till thou haue audience.
¶Vio. Sure my Noble Lord,
¶Du, Be clamorous, and leape all ciuill bounds,
¶Rather then make vnprofited returne,
¶It shall become thee well to act my woes:
¶She will attend it better in thy youth,
¶Then in a Nuntio's of more graue aspect.
280Du. Deere Lad, beleeue it;
¶For they shall yet belye thy happy yeeres,
¶That say thou art a man: Dianas lip
285And all is semblatiue a womans part.
¶I know thy constellation is right apt
¶For this affayre: some foure or fiue attend him,
290And thou shalt liue as freely as thy Lord,
¶To call his fortunes thine.
¶To woe your Lady: yet a barrefull strife,
¶Who ere I woe, my selfe would be his wife.
Exeunt.
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Scena Quinta.
¶
Enter Maria, and Clowne.
300Clo. Let her hang me: hee that is well hang'de in this
¶world, needs to feare no colours.
¶Ma. Make that good.
305saying was borne, of I feare no colours.
¶your foolerie.
¶or to be turn'd away: is not that as good as a hanging to
¶you?
¶Clo. Many a good hanging, preuents a bad marriage:
315and for turning away, let summer beare it out.
¶Ma. That if one breake, the other will hold: or if both
¶breake, your gaskins fall.
320Clo. Apt in good faith, very apt: well go thy way, if
¶sir Toby would leaue drinking, thou wert as witty a piece
¶of Eues flesh, as any in Illyria.
¶Ma. Peace you rogue, no more o'that: here comes my
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Enter Lady Oliuia, with Maluolio.
¶Clo. Wit, and't be thy will, put me into good fooling:
¶those wits that thinke they haue thee, doe very oft proue
¶Ol. Take the foole away.
¶Clo. Do you not heare fellowes, take away the Ladie.
¶Ol. Go too, y'are a dry foole: Ile no more of you: be-
¶wil amend: for giue the dry foole drink, then is the foole
¶mend him: any thing that's mended, is but patch'd: vertu
¶mends, is but patcht with vertue. If that this simple
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Twelfe Night, or, What you will.