. Shakespeare's Twelfth night;. will; for still0 we prove Much in our vows, but little in our love. Duke. But died thy sister of her love, my boy? 120 Vio. I am all the daughters of my fathers house, And all the brothers too: and yet I know not. Sir, shall I to this lady ?Duke. Ay, thats the theme. To her in haste ; give her this jewel; say, My love can give no place, bide no denay. [Exeunt. Scene V. Olivias Sir Toby, Sir Andrew, and Fabian. Sir To. Come thy waysN, Signior Fabian. Fab. Nay, Ill come: if I lose a scruple of this sport, letme be boiled to death with melancholy. Sir
. Shakespeare's Twelfth night;. will; for still0 we prove Much in our vows, but little in our love. Duke. But died thy sister of her love, my boy? 120 Vio. I am all the daughters of my fathers house, And all the brothers too: and yet I know not. Sir, shall I to this lady ?Duke. Ay, thats the theme. To her in haste ; give her this jewel; say, My love can give no place, bide no denay. [Exeunt. Scene V. Olivias Sir Toby, Sir Andrew, and Fabian. Sir To. Come thy waysN, Signior Fabian. Fab. Nay, Ill come: if I lose a scruple of this sport, letme be boiled to death with melancholy. Sir To. Wouldst thou not be glad to have the niggardlyrascally sheep-biterD come by some notable shame ? Fab. I would exult, man: you know, he brought me outo favour with my lady about a bear-baitingD here. Sir To. To anger him well have the bear again; andwe will fool him black and blueN : shall we not, Sir Andrew ? Sir And. An we do not, it is pity of our lives. 10 Sir To. Here comes the little villain, SCENE VI TWELFTH NIGHT 47. bear baiting {Seventeenth Century) Enter Maria. How now, my metal of IndiaN ! Mar. Get ye all three intoN the box-tree: Malvolio scoming down this walk. He has been yonder i the sunpractising behaviour to his own shadow this half him, for the love of mockery; for I know this letterwill make a contemplative idiot of him. Close, in the nameof jesting ! Lie thou there [throws down a letter]; for herecomes the trout that must be caught with ticklingN. [Exit. Enter Malvolio. Mai. Tis but fortune; all is fortune. Maria once toldme she did affect me: and I have heard herself come thusnear, that, should she fancy06, it should be one of my com-plexion04. Besides, she uses me with a more exalted respect 48 TWELFTH NIGHT [act n
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