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AGUECHEEK。 'Twere as good a deed as to drink when a man's ahungry；
to challenge him the field； and then to break promise with him and make a
fool of him。 SIR TOBY。 Do't； knight。 I'll write thee a challenge； or I'll
deliver thy indignation to him by word of mouth。 MARIA。 Sweet Sir Toby；
be patient for to…night； since the youth of the Count's was to…day with my
lady； she is much out of quiet。 For Monsieur Malvolio； let me alone with
him； if I do not gull him into a nayword； and make him a common
recreation； do not think I have wit enough to lie straight in my bed。 I know
I can do it。 SIR TOBY。 Possess us； possess us； tell us something of him。
MARIA。 Marry； sir； sometimes he is a kind of Puritan。 AGUECHEEK。 O；
if I thought that； I'd beat him like a dog。 SIR TOBY。 What； for being a
Puritan？ Thy exquisite reason； dear knight？ AGUECHEEK。 I have no
exquisite reason for't； but I have reason good enough。 MARIA。 The devil a
Puritan that he is； or anything constantly but a time…pleaser； an affection'd
ass that cons state without book and utters it by great swarths； the best
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persuaded of himself； so cramm'd； as he thinks； with excellencies that it is
his grounds of faith that all that look on him love him； and on that vice in
him will my revenge find notable cause to work。 SIR TOBY。 What wilt
thou do？ MARIA。 I will drop in his way some obscure epistles of love；
wherein； by the colour of his beard； the shape of his leg； the manner of his
gait； the expressure of his eye； forehead； and complexion； he shall find
himself most feelingly personated。 I can write very like my lady； your
niece； on forgotten matter we can hardly make distinction of our hands。
SIR TOBY。 Excellent！ I smell a device。 AGUECHEEK。 I have't in my
nose too。 SIR TOBY。 He shall think； by the letters that thou wilt drop； that
they come from my niece； and that she's in love with him。 MARIA。 My
purpose is； indeed； a horse of that colour。 AGUECHEEK。 And your horse
now would make him an ass。 MARIA。 Ass； I doubt not。 AGUECHEEK。 O；
'twill be admirable！ MARIA。 Sport royal； I warrant you。 I know my physic
will work with him。 I will plant you two； and let the fool make a third；
where he shall find the letter； observe his construction of it。 For this night；
to bed； and dream on the event。 Farewell。 Exit SIR TOBY。 Good night；
Penthesilea。 AGUECHEEK。 Before me； she's a good wench。 SIR TOBY。
She's a beagle true…bred； and one that adores me。 What o' that？
AGUECHEEK。 I was ador'd once too。 SIR TOBY。 Let's to bed； knight。
Thou hadst need send for more money。 AGUECHEEK。 If I cannot recover
your niece； I am a foul way out。 SIR TOBY。 Send for money； knight； if
thou hast her not i' th' end； call me Cut。 AGUECHEEK。 If I do not； never
trust me； take it how you will。 SIR TOBY。 Come； come； I'll go burn some
sack； 'tis too late to go to bed now。 Come； knight； come； knight。 Exeunt
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SCENE IV。 The DUKE'S palace
Enter DUKE； VIOLA； CURIO； and OTHERS
DUKE。 Give me some music。 Now； good morrow； friends。 Now；
good Cesario； but that piece of song； That old and antique song we heard
last night； Methought it did relieve my passion much； More than light airs
and recollected terms Of these most brisk and giddy…paced times。 Come；
but one verse。 CURIO。 He is not here； so please your lordship； that should
sing it。 DUKE。 Who was it？ CURIO。 Feste； the jester； my lord； a fool that
the Lady Olivia's father took much delight in。 He is about the house。
DUKE。 Seek him out； and play the tune the while。 Exit CURIO。 ＇Music
plays＇ Come hither； boy。 If ever thou shalt love； In the sweet pangs of it
remember me； For such as I am all true lovers are； Unstaid and skittish in
all motions else Save in the constant image of the creature That is belov'd。
How dost thou like this tune？ VIOLA。 It gives a very echo to the seat
Where Love is thron'd。 DUKE。 Thou dost speak masterly。 My life upon't；
young though thou art； thine eye Hath stay'd upon some favour that it
loves； Hath it not； boy？ VIOLA。 A little； by your favour。 DUKE。 What
kind of woman is't？ VIOLA。 Of your complexion。 DUKE。 She is not
worth thee； then。 What years； i' faith？ VIOLA。 About your years； my lord。
DUKE。 Too old； by heaven！ Let still the woman take An elder than herself；
so wears she to him； So sways she level in her husband's heart。 For； boy；
however we do praise ourselves； Our fancies are more giddy and unfirm；
More longing； wavering； sooner lost and won； Than women's are。 VIOLA。
I think it well； my lord。 DUKE。 Then let thy love be younger than thyself；
Or thy affection cannot hold the bent； For women are as roses； whose fair
flow'r Being once display'd doth fall that very hour。 VIOLA。 And so they
are； alas； that they are so！ To die； even when they to perfection grow！
Re…enter CURIO and CLOWN
DUKE。 O； fellow； come； the song we had last night。 Mark it； Cesario；
it is old and plain； The spinsters and the knitters in the sun； And the free
maids that weave their thread with bones； Do use to chant it； it is silly
sooth； And dallies with the innocence of love； Like the old age。 CLOWN。
Are you ready； sir？ DUKE。 Ay； prithee； sing。 ＇Music＇
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FESTE'S SONG
Come away； come away； death； And in sad cypress let me be laid； Fly
away； fly away； breath； I am slain by a fair cruel maid。 My shroud of white；
stuck all with yew； O； prepare it！ My part of death no one so true Did
share it。
Not a flower； not a flower sweet； On my black coffin let there be
strown； Not a friend； not a friend greet My poor corpse where my bones
shall be thrown； A thousand thousand sighs to save； Lay me； O； where Sad
true lover never find my grave； To weep there！
DUKE。 There's for thy pains。 CLOWN。 No pains； sir； I take pleasure
in singing； sir。 DUKE。 I'll pay thy pleasure； then。 CLOWN。 Truly； sir； and
pleasure will be paid one time or another。 DUKE。 Give me now leave to
leave thee。 CLOWN。 Now the melancholy god protect thee； and the tailor
make thy doublet of changeable taffeta； for thy mind is a very opal。 I
would have men of such constancy put to sea； that their business might be
everything； and their intent everywhere： for that's it that always makes a
good voyage of nothing。 Farewell。 Exit CLOWN DUKE。 Let all the rest
give place。 Exeunt CURIO and ATTENDANTS Once more； Cesario； Get
thee to yond same sovereign cruelty。 Tell her my love； more noble than the
world； Prizes not quantity of dirty lands； The parts that fortune hath
bestow'd upon her； Tell her I hold as giddily as Fortune； But 'tis that
miracle and queen of gems That Nature pranks her in attracts my soul。
VIOLA。 But if she cannot love you； sir？ DUKE。 I cannot be so answer'd。
VIOLA。 Sooth； but you must。 Say that some lady； as perhaps there is； Hath
for your love as great a pang of heart As you have for Olivia。 You cannot
love her； You tell her so。 Must she not then be answer'd？ DUKE。 There is
no woman's sides Can bide the beating of so strong a passion As love doth
give my heart； no woman's heart So big to hold so much； they lack
retention。 Alas； their love may be call'd appetite… No motion of the liver；
but the palate… That suffer surfeit； cloyment； and revolt； But mine is all as
hungry as the sea； And can digest as much。 Make no compare Between
that love a woman can bear me And that I owe Olivia。 VIOLA。 Ay； but I
know… DUKE。 What dost thou know？ VIOLA。 Too well what love women
to men may owe。 In faith； they are as true of heart as we。 My father had a
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daughter lov'd a man； As it might be perhaps； were I a woman； I should
your lordship。 DUKE。 And what's her history？ VIOLA。 A blank； my lord。
She never told her love； But let concealment； like a worm i' th' bud； Feed
on her damask chee