Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · first performed or written 1601 [1601-1602] (Annals) comedy · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men unassigned nearest T16 Gallantry: ladies, lordships and complim · 500 words
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And then to have the humour of state: and after a demure travail of regard: telling them I know my place, as I would they should do theirs: to ask for my kinsman Toby. Bolts and shackles. Oh peace, peace, peace, now, now. Seven of my people with an obedient start, make out for him: I frown the while, and perchance wind up my watch, or play with my some rich jewel: Toby approaches; curtsies there to me. Shall this fellow live? Though our silence be drawn from us with cars, yet peace. I extend my hand to him thus: quenching my familiar smile with an austere regard of control. And does not Toby take you a blow o' the lips, then? Saying, Cousin Toby, my Fortunes having cast me on your Niece, give me this prerogative of speech. What, what? You must amend your drunkenness. Out scab. Nay patience, or we break the sinews of our plot? Besides you waste the treasure of your time, with a foolish knight. That's me I warrant you. One sir Andrew. I knew 'twas I, for many do call me fool. What employment have we here? Now is the Woodcock near the gin. Oh peace, and the spirit of humours intimate reading aloud to him. By my life this is my Lady's hand: these be her very Cs, her V's, and her 't's, and thus makes she her great P's. It is in contempt of question her hand. Her C's, her V's, and her 't's: why that? To the unknown beloved, this, and my good Wishes: Her very Phrases: By your leave wax. Soft, and the impressure her Lucrece, with which she uses to seal: 'tis my Lady: To whom should this be? This wins him, Liver and all. Ioue knows I love, but who, Lips do not move, no man must know. No man must know. What follows? The numbers altered: No man must know, If this should be thee Maluolio? Marry hang thee brock. I may command where I adore, but silence like a Lucrece knife: With bloodless stroke my heart doth gore, M.O.A.I. doth sway my life. A fustian riddle. Excellent Wench, say I. M.O.A.I. doth sway my life. Nay but first let me see, let me see, let me see. What dish a poison has she dressed him? And with what wing the stallion checks at it? I may command, where I adore: Why she may command me: I serve her, she is my Lady. Why this is evident to any formal capacity. There is no obstruction in this, and the end: What should that Alphabetical position portend, if I could make that resemble something in me? Softly, M.O.A.I. O I, make up that, he is now at a cold sent. Sowter will cry upon't for all this, though it be as rank as a Fox. M. Maluolio, M. why that begins my name. Did not I say he would work it out, the Cur is excellent at faults.
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And then to haue the humor of ſtate: and after a demure trauaile of regard: telling them I knowe my place, as I would they ſhould doe theirs: to aske for my kinſman Toby. Boltes and ſhackles. Oh peace, peace, peace, now, now. Seauen of my people with an obedient ſtart, make out for him: I frowne the while, and perchance winde vp my watch, or play with my ſome rich Iewell: Toby approaches; curtſies there to me. Shall this fellow liue? Though our ſilence be drawne from vs with cars, yet peace. I extend my hand to him thus: quenching my familiar ſmile with an auſtere regard of controll. And do's not Toby take you a blow o' the lippes, then? Saying, Coſine Toby, my Fortunes hauing caſt me on your Neece, giue me this prerogatiue of ſpeech. What, what? You muſt amend your drunkenneſſe. Out ſcab. Nay patience, or we breake the ſinewes of our plot? Beſides you waſte the treaſure of your time, with a fooliſh knight. That's mee I warrant you. One ſir Andrew. I knew 'twas I, for many do call mee foole. What employment haue we heere? Now is the Woodcocke neere the gin. Oh peace, and the ſpirit of humors intimate reading aloud to him. By my life this is my Ladies hand: theſe bee her very C's▪ her Ʋ's, and her T's, and thus makes ſhee het great P's. It is in contempt of queſtion her hand. Her C's, her Ʋ's, and her T's: why that? To the vnknowne belou'd, this, and my good Wiſhes: Her very Phraes: By your leaue wax. Soft, and the impreſſure her Lucrece, with which ſhe vſes to ſeale: tis my Lady: To whom ſhould this be? This winnes him, Liuer and all. Ioue knowes I loue, but who, Lips do not mooue, no man muſt know. No man muſt know. What followes? The numbers alterd: No man muſt know, If this ſhould be thee Maluolio? Marrie hang thee brocke. I may command where I adore, but ſilence like a Lucreſſe knife: With bloodleſſe ſtroke my heart doth gore, M.O.A.I. doth ſway my life. A fuſtian riddle. Excellent Wench, ſay I. M.O.A.I. doth ſway my life. Nay but firſt let me ſee, let me ſee, let me ſee. What diſh a poyſon has ſhe dreſt him? And with what wing the ſtallion checkes at it? I may command, where I adore: Why ſhee may command me: I ſerue her, ſhe is my Ladie. Why this is euident to any formall capacitie. There is no obſtruction in this, and the end: What ſhould that Alphabeticall poſition portend, if I could make that reſemble ſomething in me? Softly, M.O.A.I. O I, make vp that, he is now at a cold ſent. Sowter will cry vpon't for all this, though it bee as ranke as a Fox. M. Maluolio, M. why that begins my name. Did not I ſay he would worke it out, the Curre is excellent at faults.