Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · first performed or written 1601 [1601-1602] (Annals) comedy · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men unassigned nearest T41 Household service: masters, doors and po · 498 words
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It doth not fit me: hold sir, here's my purse, In the South Suburbs at the Elephant Is best to lodge: I will bespeak our diet, Whiles you beguile the time, and feed your knowledge With viewing of the Town, there shall you have me. Why I your purse? Haply your eye shall light upon some toy You have desire to purchase: and your store I think is not for idle Markets, sir. I'll be your purse-bearer, and leave you For an hour. To th' Elephant. I do remember. I have sent after him, he says he'll come: How shall I feast him? What bestow of him? For youth is bought more oft, then begged, or borrowed. I speak too loud: Where's Maluolio, he is sad, and civil, And suits well for a servant with my fortunes, Where is Maluolio? He's coming Madame: But in very strange manner. He is sure possessed Madam. Why what's the matter, does he rave? No Madam, he does nothing but smile: your Ladyship were best to have some guard about you, if he come, for sure the man is tainted in's wits. Go call him hither. I am as mad as he, If sad and merry madness equal be. How now Maluolio? Sweet Lady, ho, ho. Smil'st thou? I sent for thee upon a sad occasion. Sad Lady, I could be sad: This does make some obstruction in the blood: This crosse-gartering, but what of that? If it please the eye of one, it is with me as the very true Sonnet is: Please one, and please all. Why how dost thou man? What is the matter with thee? Not black in my mind, though yellow in my legs: It did come to his hands, and Commands shall be executed. I think we do know the sweet Roman hand. Wilt thou go to bed Maluolio? To bed? I sweet heart, and I'll come to thee. God comfort thee: Why dost thou smile so, and kiss thy hand so oft? How do you Maluolio? At your request: Yes Nightingales answer Daws. Why appear you with this ridiculous boldness before my Lady. Be not afraid of greatness: 'twas well writ. What meanest thou by that Maluolio? Some are borne great. Ha'? Some atcheeve greatness. What sayest thou? And some have greatness thrust upon them. Heaven restore thee. Remember who commended thy yellow stockings. Thy yellow stockings? And wished to see thee cross gartered. Cross gartered? Go too, thou art made, if thou desir'st to be so. Am I made? If not, let me see thee a servant still. Why this is very Midsummer madness. Madame, the young Gentleman of the Count Orsino's is returned, I could hardly entreat him back: he attends your Ladyship's pleasure. I'll come to him. Good Maria, let this fellow be look'd too. Where's my Cousin Toby, let some of my people have a special care of him, I would not have him miscarry for the half of my Dowry.
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It doth not fit me: hold ſir, here's my purſe, In the South Suburbes at the Elephant Is beſt to lodge: I will beſpeake our dyet, Whiles you beguile the time, and feed your knowledge With viewing of the Towne, there ſhall you haue me. Why I your purſe? Haply your eye ſhall light vpon ſome toy You haue deſire to purchaſe: and your ſtore I thinke is not for idle Markets, ſir. Ile be your purſe-bearer, and leaue you For an houre. To th' Elephant. I do remember. I haue ſent after him, he ſayes hee'l come: How ſhall I feaſt him? What beſtow of him? For youth is bought more oft, then begg'd, or borrow'd. I ſpeake too loud: Where's Maluolio, he is ſad, and ciuill, And ſuites well for a ſeruant with my fortunes, Where is Maluolio? He's comming Madame: But in very ſtrange manner. He is ſure poſſeſt Madam. Why what's the matter, does he raue? No Madam, he does nothing but ſmile: your Ladyſhip were beſt to haue ſome guard about you, if hee come, for ſure the man is tainted in's wits. Go call him hither. I am as madde as hee, If ſad and merry madneſſe equall bee. How now Maluolio? Sweet Lady, ho, ho. Smil'ſt thou? I ſent for thee vpon a ſad occaſion. Sad Lady, I could be ſad: This does make ſome obſtruction in the blood: This croſſe-gartering, but what of that? If it pleaſe the eye of one, it is with me as the very true Sonnet is: Pleaſe one, and pleaſe all. Why how doeſt thou man? What is the matter with thee? Not blacke in my minde, though yellow in my legges: It did come to his hands, and Commaunds ſhall be executed. I thinke we doe know the ſweet Romane hand. Wilt thou go to bed Maluolio? To bed? I ſweet heart, and Ile come to thee. God comfort thee: Why doſt thou ſmile ſo, and kiſſe thy hand ſo oft? How do you Maluolio? At your requeſt: Yes Nightingales anſwere Dawes. Why appeare you with this ridiculous boldneſſe before my Lady. Be not afraid of greatneſſe: 'twas well writ. What meanſt thou by that Maluolio? Some are borne great. Ha? Some atcheeue greatneſſe. What ſayſt thou? And ſome haue greatneſſe thruſt vpon them. Heauen reſtore thee. Remember who commended thy yellow ſtockings. Thy yellow ſtockings? And wiſh'd to ſee thee croſſe garter'd. Croſſe garter'd? Go too, thou art made, if thou deſir'ſt to be ſo. Am I made? If not, let me ſee thee a ſeruant ſtill. Why this is verie Midſommer madneſſe. Madame, the young Gentleman of the Count Orſino's is return'd, I could hardly entreate him backe: he attends your Ladyſhips pleaſure. Ile come to him. Good Maria, let this fellow be lookd too. Where's my Coſine Toby, let ſome of my people haue a ſpeciall care of him, I would not haue him miſcarrie for the halfe of my Dowry.