LINENOTES:

Scene v.] Scene vi. Pope.

Olivia's house.] Rowe.

[5] to fear] fear F3 F4.

colours] collars Anon. conj.

[8] lenten] Rowe. lenton Ff.

[16] to be] F1. be F2 F3 F4.

[18] Many] Marry, Theobald.

[19] turning away] turning o' hay Smith conj. turning of whey Letherland conj.

[20, 28] You] Your F2.

[23] gaskins] gaskings F4.

[28] [Exit.] Pope. om. Ff.

[29] Scene vii. Pope.

an't] Hanmer. and 't Ff.

good] a good Warburton.

[34] Enter ...] Ff (after line 28). Enter O. attended. Capell.

[37] you're] y'are Ff.

[39] madonna] Madona Ff., and passim.

[46] cuckold] counsellor Hanmer.

[51] to say as I wear] to say, as I were F4. as to say, as I were Rowe (ed. 1). as to say, I wear Id. (ed. 2).

[55] Dexteriously] Dexterously F4.

[58] mouse] muse Anon. conj.

answer me] answer F3 F4.

[59] bide] abide Steevens (1785).

[65] fool] F1 F2. fool you F3 F4.

[71, 72] the better] Ff. better the Rowe (ed. 2).

[80] brain] brains F3 F4.

[83] these] those Hanmer.

wise men] F3 F4. wisemen F1 F2.

[84] no better] to be no better Capell.

[86] guiltless] F3 F4. guitlesse F1 F2. guileless Anon. conj.

[91] leasing] learning Rowe. pleasing Warburton.

[93] Re-enter M.] Enter M. Ff.

[95, 102] Count] Duke Hanmer.

[99] kinsman] uncle Rowe (ed. 2).

[101] Exit Maria] Capell.

[103] Exit Malvolio] Ff.

Now you] Now Rowe.

[106, 107] for,—here he comes,—] Edd. for here he comes Ff. for here comes Rowe (ed. 2).

[107] has] that has Collier MS.

[108] Scene viii. Pope.

Enter ...] Ff (after comes, line 107).

[109] cousin] uncle Rowe (ed. 2).

[112] gentleman here—] Steevens. gentleman heere. F1. gentleman here. F2 F3 F4. gentleman. Here,—[belches.] Theobald. gentleman-heir Warburton. gentleman:—[hiccups.] Capell.

[113] herring] herrings Malone.

[115] Cousin, cousin] Uncle, uncle Rowe.

[119] an] Hanmer. and Ff.

[125] crowner] coroner Rowe.

[126] coz] uncle Rowe (ed. 2). cousin Capell conj.

[129] Exit.] Exit Clown. Rowe.

Re-enter M.] Enter M. Ff.

[130] yond] Ff. you' Capell.

[138] Has] Ha's Ff. He has Pope.

[139] and be] or be Hanmer.

to] of Reed (1803).

[141] o'] of Steevens.

[144] manner] F1 F2. manners F3 F4.

[149] in] e'en Capell.

[155] Scene ix. Pope.

Re-enter M.] Enter M. Ff.

[157] Viola] Violenta. F1.

... and Attendants.] Edd. om.

[164] comptible] prompt Hanmer. domptable Mason conj.

[169] my] om. F3 F4.

[172] fangs] phangs Ff. pangs Rowe (ed. 1).

[184] and] and I Pope.

[186] not mad] mad Rann (Mason conj.). but mad Collier (ed. 2, Staunton conj.).

[187] that time of moon] Ff. the time of the moon Rowe. that time of the moon Pope.

[192] Tell ... messenger] Oli. Tell ... mind. Vio. I ... messenger Hanmer (Warburton). See note (iv).

[196] taxation] F1 F2 F3. taxations F4.

olive] Rowe. Olyffe F1 F2 F3. Oliff F4.

[202] secret as maidenhead] sacred as maidhood Theobald conj.

maidenhead] F1. a maiden-heard F2. a maidenhead F3 F4. maidenhood Collier MS.

[203] other's] Pope (ed. 2). others Ff.

[205] Exeunt M. and Attendants.] Capell. Exit M. Rowe.

[208] your text] the text Rowe.

[218] such ... is't] such a one I wear this present: is't Theobald (Warburton). such a one I was. This presence, is't Steevens conj. such as once I was, this presents: is't Rann (Mason conj). such a one I was, this presents Becket conj. such a one as I was this presents, is't Jackson conj. such a one as I was this present: is't Boswell. such a one I was as this presents: is't Singer conj. such a one I am at this present: is't Collier MS.

[Unveiling.] Rowe.

[231] praise] 'praise Steevens (Malone).

[235] Could] Should Collier MS.

[237] adorations, fertile] adorations, fertill Ff. adorations, with fertile Pope. adoration's fertile Rann. See note (v).

[244] but] om. Pope.

[249] would you?] would you do? Rowe.

[252] cantons] cantos Rowe (ed. 2). canzons Capell.

[254] Halloo] Hallow F1. Hollaw F2. Hollow F3 F4.

reverberate] reverberant Theobald.

[258, 259] You ... parentage.] As one line in Capell.

[275] soft, soft!] soft; Capell.

[276] master were the man] man the master were Hanmer, who ends lines

[275-278] at fast ... were ... catch ... perfections.

[281] Re-enter M.] Enter M. Ff.

[283] county's] Capell. Countes F1. Counts F2 F3 F4. Duke's Rowe.

left] left here Hanmer.

[288] reasons for't: hie thee] F1. reasons for't: hye thee F2. reasons for't by thee F3. reason for't by thee F4. reason for't. Hye thee Hanmer.

[292] owe] know Long MS.

[293] [Exit] Rowe. Finis, Actus primus. F1. Finis, Actus primi. F2 F3 F4.

ACT II.

Scene I. The sea-coast.

Enter Antonio and Sebastian.
Ant. Will you stay no longer? nor will you not that
I go with you?
Seb. By your patience, no. My stars shine darkly over
me: the malignancy of my fate might perhaps distemper
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yours; therefore I shall crave of you your leave that I may
bear my evils alone: it were a bad recompense for your
love, to lay any of them on you.
Ant. Let me yet know of you whither you are bound.
Seb. No, sooth, sir: my determinate voyage is mere
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extravagancy. But I perceive in you so excellent a touch
of modesty, that you will not extort from me what I am
willing to keep in; therefore it charges me in manners the
rather to express myself. You must know of me then,
Antonio, my name is Sebastian, which I called Roderigo.
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My father was that Sebastian of Messaline, whom I know
you have heard of. He left behind him myself and a
sister, both born in an hour: if the heavens had been
pleased, would we had so ended! but you, sir, altered that;
for some hour before you took me from the breach of the
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sea was my sister drowned.
Ant. Alas the day!
Seb. A lady, sir, though it was said she much resembled
me, was yet of many accounted beautiful: but, though
I could not with such estimable wonder overfar believe
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that, yet thus far I will boldly publish her; she bore a
mind that envy could not but call fair. She is drowned
already, sir, with salt water, though I seem to drown her
remembrance again with more.
Ant. Pardon me, sir, your bad entertainment.
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Seb. O good Antonio, forgive me your trouble.
Ant. If you will not murder me for my love, let me
be your servant.
Seb. If you will not undo what you have done, that is,
kill him whom you have recovered, desire it not. Fare ye
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well at once: my bosom is full of kindness, and I am yet
so near the manners of my mother, that upon the least occasion
more mine eyes will tell tales of me. I am bound
to the Count Orsino's court: farewell. [Exit.
Ant. The gentleness of all the gods go with thee!
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I have many enemies in Orsino's court,
Else would I very shortly see thee there.
But, come what may, I do adore thee so,
That danger shall seem sport, and I will go. [Exit.

LINENOTES:

Scene i. The sea-coast.] Capell. The street. Rowe.

[1, 2] longer? ... with you?] longer: ... with you. F.

[5] I shall crave] I crave Rowe.

[9] sooth] in sooth Johnson. 'sooth Capell.

[14] Roderigo] Collier. Rodorigo Ff.

[15] Messaline] Metelin Hanmer. Mitylene Capell conj.

[17] an] F1 F2. one F3 F4.

[19] hour] houre F1 F2. houres F3. hours F4.

[19] breach] beach Grey conj.

[22] though] who, tho' Hanmer.

[24] not ... overfar] not overfar Warburton conj. not with self-estimation wander so far Collier (Collier MS.). not with such estimators wander overfar to Singer MS. not with such estimate wander overfar to Bailey conj.

with ... wonder] Omit as spurious. Warburton conj.

[26] envy could not but] envy itself would Capell conj.

[38] Count] Duke Rowe.

[40] many] F1 F2. made F3 F4.

Scene II. A street.

Enter Viola, Malvolio following.
Mal. Were not you even now with the Countess Olivia?
Vio. Even now, sir; on a moderate pace I have since
arrived but hither.
Mal. She returns this ring to you, sir: you might have
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saved me my pains, to have taken it away yourself. She
adds, moreover, that you should put your lord into a desperate
assurance she will none of him: and one thing more,
that you be never so hardy to come again in his affairs,
unless it be to report your lord's taking of this. Receive
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it so.
Vio. She took the ring of me: I'll none of it.
Mal. Come, sir, you peevishly threw it to her; and her
will is, it should be so returned: if it be worth stooping
for, there it lies in your eye; if not, be it his that finds it.
[Exit.
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Vio. I left no ring with her: what means this lady?
Fortune forbid my outside have not charm'd her!
She made good view of me; indeed, so much,
That methought her eyes had lost her tongue,
For she did speak in starts distractedly.
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She loves me, sure; the cunning of her passion
Invites me in this churlish messenger.
None of my lord's ring! why, he sent her none.
I am the man: if it be so, as 'tis,
Poor lady, she were better love a dream.
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Disguise, I see, thou art a wickedness,
Wherein the pregnant enemy does much.
How easy is it for the proper-false
In women's waxen hearts to set their forms!
Alas, our frailty is the cause, not we!
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For such as we are made of, such we be.
How will this fadge? my master loves her dearly;
And I, poor monster, fond as much on him;
And she, mistaken, seems to dote on me.
What will become of this? As I am man,
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My state is desperate for my master's love;
As I am woman,—now alas the day!—
What thriftless sighs shall poor Olivia breathe!
O time! thou must untangle this, not I;
It is too hard a knot for me to untie! [Exit.

LINENOTES:

Scene ii. Enter....] Enter V. and M. at severall doores. Ff.

[1] even, ev'n Ff. e'en Rowe.

[4] sir:] sir; for being your Lord's she'll none of it. Hanmer.

[9, 10] Receive it so] Receive it, sir Capell.

[11] the ring of me: I'll] the ring of me, Ile Ff (I'le F3 F4). the ring of me! I'll Malone (Anon. conj.). no ring of me; I'll Malone conj. this ring of me! She'll Id. conj.

[16] have not] should have Hanmer.

[18] That] F1. That sure F2 F3 F4. That oft] Jackson conj. That, as Anon. conj.

That ... her] Methought her eager Seymour conj.

had lost] did let Hanmer. had crost Warburton. had los'd Becket conj.

[22] None ... none.] This line is transposed by Hanmer to the beginning of the speech.

[23] I am the] I should be Hanmer.

man: if it be so, as 'tis,] man, if ... so, as tis, F1. man, if ... so as tis, F2 ('tis, F3 F4). man, if ... so: as 'tis, Hanmer. if it be so, (as, 'tis;) Theobald.

[27, 28] the proper-false ... their forms] thy purpose false ... thy forms Jackson conj.

[27] proper-false] Malone. proper false Ff.

[29] our] F2 F3 F4. O F1.

[30] made of, such] Rann (Tyrwhitt conj.). made, if such Ff. made, ev'n such Hanmer. See note (vi).

[32] monster] minister Hanmer.

[32, 33] as much on him; And] as much on him As Dyce conj.

[34] man] a man F3 F4.

[39] to untie] t'unty Ff.

Scene III. Olivia's house.

Enter Sir Toby and Sir Andrew.
Sir To. Approach, Sir Andrew: not to be a-bed after
midnight is to be up betimes; and 'diluculo surgere,' thou
know'st,—
Sir An. Nay, by my troth, I know not: but I know,
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to be up late is to be up late.
Sir To. A false conclusion: I hate it as an unfilled can.
To be up after midnight and to go to bed then, is early: so
that to go to bed after midnight is to go to bed betimes.
Does not our life consist of the four elements?
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Sir And. Faith, so they say; but I think it rather
consists of eating and drinking.
Sir To. Thou'rt a scholar; let us therefore eat and
drink. Marian, I say! a stoup of wine!
Enter Clown.
Sir And. Here comes the fool, i'faith.
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Clo. How now, my hearts! did you never see the picture
of 'we three'?
Sir To. Welcome, ass. Now let's have a catch.
Sir And. By my troth, the fool has an excellent breast.
I had rather than forty shillings I had such a leg, and so
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sweet a breath to sing, as the fool has. In sooth, thou wast
in very gracious fooling last night, when thou spokest of
Pigrogromitus, of the Vapians passing the equinoctial of
Queubus: 'twas very good, i'faith. I sent thee sixpence for
thy leman: hadst it?
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Clo. I did impeticos thy gratillity; for Malvolio's nose
is no whipstock: my lady has a white hand, and the
Myrmidons are no bottle-ale houses.
Sir And. Excellent! why, this is the best fooling, when
all is done. Now, a song.
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Sir To. Come on; there is sixpence for you: let's have
a song.
Sir And. There's a testril of me too: if one knight
give a—
Clo. Would you have a love-song, or a song of good
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life?
Sir To. A love-song, a love-song.
Sir And. Ay, ay: I care not for good life.
Clo. [Sings]
O mistress mine, where are you roaming?
O, stay and hear; your true love's coming,
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That can sing both high and low:
Trip no further, pretty sweeting;
Journeys end in lovers meeting,
Every wise man's son doth know.
Sir And. Excellent good, i' faith.
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Sir To. Good, good.
Clo. [Sings]
What is love? 'tis not hereafter;
Present mirth hath present laughter;
What's to come is still unsure:
In delay there lies no plenty;
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Then come kiss me, sweet and twenty,
Youth's a stuff will not endure.
Sir And. A mellifluous voice, as I am true knight.
Sir To. A contagious breath.
Sir And. Very sweet and contagious, i'faith.
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Sir To. To hear by the nose, it is dulcet in contagion.
But shall we make the welkin dance indeed? shall we
rouse the night-owl in a catch that will draw three souls
out of one weaver? shall we do that?
Sir And. An you love me, let's do't: I am dog at a
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catch.
Clo. By'r lady, sir, and some dogs will catch well.
Sir And. Most certain. Let our catch be, 'Thou
knave.'
Clo. 'Hold thy peace, thou knave,' knight? I shall be
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constrained in't to call thee knave, knight.
Sir And. 'Tis not the first time I have constrained one
to call me knave. Begin, fool: it begins 'Hold thy peace.'
Clo. I shall never begin if I hold my peace.
Sir And. Good, i'faith. Come, begin. [Catch sung.
Enter Maria.
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Mar. What a caterwauling do you keep here! If my
lady have not called up her steward Malvolio and bid him
turn you out of doors, never trust me.
Sir To. My lady's a Cataian, we are politicians, Malvolio's
a Peg-a-Ramsey, and 'Three merry men be we.' Am
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not I consanguineous? am I not of her blood? Tillyvally.
Lady! [Sings] 'There dwelt a man in Babylon, lady, lady!'
Clo. Beshrew me, the knight's in admirable fooling.
Sir And. Ay, he does well enough if he be disposed,
and so do I too: he does it with a better grace, but I do it
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more natural.
Sir To. [Sings] 'O, the twelfth day of December',—
Mar. For the love o' God, peace!
Enter Malvolio.
Mal. My masters, are you mad? or what are you?
Have you no wit, manners, nor honesty, but to gabble like
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tinkers at this time of night? Do ye make an alehouse of
my lady's house, that ye squeak out your coziers' catches
without any mitigation or remorse of voice? Is there no
respect of place, persons, nor time in you?
Sir To. We did keep time, sir, in our catches. Sneck
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up!
Mal. Sir Toby, I must be round with you. My lady
bade me tell you, that, though she harbours you as her
kinsman, she's nothing allied to your disorders. If you
can separate yourself and your misdemeanours, you are
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welcome to the house; if not, an it would please you to
take leave of her, she is very willing to bid you farewell.
Sir To. 'Farewell, dear heart, since I must needs be gone.'
Mar. Nay, good Sir Toby.
Clo. 'His eyes do show his days are almost done.'
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Mal. Is't even so?
Sir To. 'But I will never die.'
Clo. Sir Toby, there you lie.
Mal. This is much credit to you.
Sir To. 'Shall I bid him go?'
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Clo. 'What an if you do?'
Sir To. 'Shall I bid him go, and spare not?'
Clo. 'O no, no, no, no, you dare not.'
Sir To. Out o' tune, sir: ye lie. Art any more than a
steward? Dost thou think, because thou art virtuous,
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there shall be no more cakes and ale?
Clo. Yes, by Saint Anne, and ginger shall be hot i'
the mouth too.
Sir To. Thou'rt i' the right. Go, sir, rub your chain
with crums. A stoup of wine, Maria!
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Mal. Mistress Mary, if you prized my lady's favour at
any thing more than contempt, you would not give means
for this uncivil rule: she shall know of it, by this hand. [Exit.
Mar. Go shake your ears.
Sir And. 'Twere as good a deed as to drink when a
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man's a-hungry, to challenge him the field, and then to
break promise with him and make a fool of him.
Sir To. Do't, knight: I'll write thee a challenge; or
I'll deliver thy indignation to him by word of mouth.
Mar. Sweet Sir Toby, be patient for to-night: since
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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.
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Sir To. Possess us, possess us; tell us something of
him.
Mar. Marry, sir, sometimes he is a kind of puritan.
Sir And. O, if I thought that, I'ld beat him like a dog!
Sir To. What, for being a puritan? thy exquisite reason,
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dear knight?
Sir And. I have no exquisite reason for't, but I have
reason good enough.
Mar. The devil a puritan that he is, or any thing constantly,
but a time-pleaser; an affectioned ass, that cons
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state without book and utters it by great swarths: the best
persuaded of himself, so crammed, 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.
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Sir To. What wilt thou do?
Mar. 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
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personated. I can write very like my lady your niece: on
a forgotten matter we can hardly make distinction of our
hands.
Sir To. Excellent! I smell a device.
Sir And. I have 't in my nose too.
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Sir To. He shall think, by the letters that thou wilt
drop, that they come from my niece, and that she's in love
with him.
Mar. My purpose is, indeed, a horse of that colour.
Sir And. And your horse now would make him an ass.
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Mar. Ass, I doubt not.
Sir And. O, 'twill be admirable!
Mar. 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
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construction of it. For this night, to bed, and dream on
the event. Farewell. [Exit.
Sir To. Good night, Penthesilea.
Sir And. Before me, she's a good wench.
Sir To. She's a beagle, true-bred, and one that adores
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me: what o' that?
Sir And. I was adored once too.
Sir To. Let's to bed, knight. Thou hadst need send
for more money.
Sir And. If I cannot recover your niece, I am a foul
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way out.
Sir To. Send for money, knight: if thou hast her not
i' the end, call me cut.
Sir And. If I do not, never trust me, take it how you
will.
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Sir To. Come, come, I'll go burn some sack; 'tis too
late to go to bed now: come, knight; come, knight. [Exeunt.