981Can bide the beating of so strong a passion,

982As loue doth giue my heart: no womans heart

983So bigge, to hold so much, they lacke retention.

984Alas, their loue may be call'd appetite,

985No motion of the Liuer, but the Pallat,

986That suffer surfet, cloyment, and reuolt,

987But mine is all as hungry as the Sea,

988And can digest as much, make no compare

989Betweene that loue a woman can beare me,

990And that I owe Oliuia.

991Vio. I but I know.

992Du. What dost thou knowe?

993Vio. Too well what loue women to men may owe:

994In faith they are as true of heart, as we.

995My Father had a daughter lou'd a man

996As it might be perhaps, were I a woman

997I should your Lordship.

998Du. And what's her history?

999Vio. A blanke my Lord: she neuer told her loue,

1000But let concealment like a worme i'th budde

1001Feede on her damaske cheeke: she pin'd in thought,

1002And with a greene and yellow melancholly,

1003She sate like Patience on a Monument,

1004Smiling at greefe. Was not this loue indeede?

1005We men may say more, sweare more, but indeed

1006Our shewes are more then will: for still we proue

1007Much in our vowes, but little in our loue.

1008Du. But di'de thy sister of her loue my Boy?

1009Vio. I am all the daughters of my Fathers house,

1010And all the brothers too: and yet I know not.

1011Sir, shall I to this Lady?

1012Du. I that's the Theame,

1013To her in haste: giue her this Iewell: say,

1014My loue can giue no place, bide no denay. exeunt

1017To. Come thy wayes Signior Fabian.

1018Fab. Nay Ile come: if I loose a scruple of this sport,

1019let me be boyl'd to death with Melancholly.

1020To. Wouldst thou not be glad to haue the niggard-

1021ly Rascally sheepe-biter, come by some notable shame?

1022Fa. I would exult man: you know he brought me out

1023o'fauour with my Lady, about a Beare-baiting heere.

1024To. To anger him wee'l haue the Beare againe, and

1025we will foole him blacke and blew, shall we not sir An-

1026drew?

1027An. And we do not, it is pittie of our liues.

1029To. Heere comes the little villaine: How now my

1030Mettle of India?

1031Mar. Get ye all three into the box tree: Maluolio's

1032comming downe this walke, he has beene yonder i'the

1033Sunne practising behauiour to his own shadow this halfe

1034houre: obserue him for the loue of Mockerie: for I know

1035this Letter wil make a contemplatiue Ideot of him. Close

1036in the name of ieasting, lye thou there: for heere comes

1037the Trowt, that must be caught with tickling. Exit

1039Mal. 'Tis but Fortune, all is fortune. Maria once

1040told me she did affect me, and I haue heard her self come

1041thus neere, that should shee fancie, it should bee one of

1042my complection. Besides she vses me with a more ex-

1043alted respect, then any one else that followes her. What

1044should I thinke on't?

1045To. Heere's an ouer-weening rogue.

1046Fa. Oh peace: Contemplation makes a rare Turkey

1047Cocke of him, how he iets vnder his aduanc'd plumes.

1048And. Slight I could so beate the Rogue.

1049To. Peace I say.

1050Mal. To be Count Maluolio.

1051To. Ah Rogue.

1052An. Pistoll him, pistoll him.

1053To. Peace, peace.

1054Mal. There is example for't: The Lady of the Stra-

1055chy, married the yeoman of the wardrobe.

1056An. Fie on him Iezabel.

1057Fa. O peace, now he's deepely in: looke how imagi-

1058nation blowes him.

1059Mal. Hauing beene three moneths married to her,

1060sitting in my state.

1061To. O for a stone-bow to hit him in the eye.

1062Mal. Calling my Officers about me, in my branch'd

1063Veluet gowne: hauing come from a day bedde, where I

1064haue left Oliuia sleeping.

1065To. Fire and Brimstone.

1066Fa. O peace, peace.

1067Mal. And then to haue the humor of state: and after

1068a demure trauaile of regard: telling them I knowe my

1069place, as I would they should doe theirs: to aske for my

1070kinsman Toby.

1071To. Boltes and shackles.

1072Fa. Oh peace, peace, peace, now, now.

1073Mal. Seauen of my people with an obedient start,

1074make out for him: I frowne the while, and perchance

1075winde vp my watch, or play with my some rich Iewell:

1076Toby approaches; curtsies there to me.

1077To. Shall this fellow liue?

1078Fa. Though our silence be drawne from vs with cars,

1079yet peace.

1080Mal. I extend my hand to him thus: quenching my

1081familiar smile with an austere regard of controll.

1082To. And do's not Toby take you a blow o'the lippes,

1083then?

1084Mal. Saying, Cosine Toby, my Fortunes hauing cast

1085me on your Neece, giue me this prerogatiue of speech.

1086To. What, what?

1087Mal. You must amend your drunkennesse.

1088To. Out scab.

1089Fab. Nay patience, or we breake the sinewes of our

1090plot?

1091Mal. Besides you waste the treasure of your time,

1092with a foolish knight.

1093And. That's mee I warrant you.

1094Mal. One sir Andrew.

1095And. I knew 'twas I, for many do call mee foole.

1096Mal. What employment haue we heere?

1097Fa. Now is the Woodcocke neere the gin.

1098To. Oh peace, and the spirit of humors intimate rea-

1099ding aloud to him.

1100Mal. By my life this is my Ladies hand: these bee her

1101very C's, her V's, and her T's, and thus makes shee her

1102great P's. It is in contempt of question her hand.

1103An. Her C's, her V's, and her T's: why that?

1104Mal. To the vnknowne belou'd, this, and my good Wishes:

1105Her very Phrases: By your leaue wax. Soft, and the im-

1106pressure her Lucrece, with which she vses to seale: tis my

1107Lady: To whom should this be?

1108Fab. This winnes him, Liuer and all.