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+<title>Texts:Shakespeare/cw162336</title>
 <h2>TWELFTH NIGHT: OR, WHAT YOU WILL</h2>
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 <h4>Contents</h4>
 <p>
-ACT&nbsp;I<br/>
-[[#sceneI_361|Scene I.
+ACT&amp;nbsp;I<br/>
+[[#sceneI_361|Scene I.]]
 An Apartment in the Duke's Palace.<br/>
-[[#sceneI_362|Scene II.
+[[#sceneI_362|Scene II.]]
 The sea-coast.<br/>
-[[#sceneI_363|Scene III.
+[[#sceneI_363|Scene III.]]
 A Room in Olivia's House.<br/>
-[[#sceneI_364|Scene IV.
+[[#sceneI_364|Scene IV.]]
 A Room in the Duke's Palace.<br/>
-[[#sceneI_365|Scene V.
+[[#sceneI_365|Scene V.]]
 A Room in Olivia's House.<br/>
 <br/>
-ACT&nbsp;II<br/>
+ACT&amp;nbsp;II<br/>
-[[#sceneII_361|Scene I.
+[[#sceneII_361|Scene I.]]
 The sea-coast.<br/>
-[[#sceneII_362|Scene II.
+[[#sceneII_362|Scene II.]]
 A street.<br/>
-[[#sceneII_363|Scene III.
+[[#sceneII_363|Scene III.]]
 A Room in Olivia's House.<br/>
-[[#sceneII_364|Scene IV.
+[[#sceneII_364|Scene IV]]
 A Room in the Duke's Palace.<br/>
-[[#sceneII_365|Scene V.
+[[#sceneII_365|Scene V.]]
 Olivia's garden.<br/>
 <br/>
-ACT&nbsp;III<br/>
+ACT&amp;nbsp;III<br/>
-[[#sceneIII_361|Scene I.
+[[#sceneIII_361|Scene I.]]
 Olivia's garden.<br/>
-[[#sceneIII_362|Scene II.
+[[#sceneIII_362|Scene II.]]
 A Room in Olivia's House.<br/>
-[[#sceneIII_363|Scene III.
+[[#sceneIII_363|Scene III.]]
 A street.<br/>
-[[#sceneIII_364|Scene IV.
+[[#sceneIII_364|Scene IV.]]
 Olivia's garden.<br/>
 <br/>
-ACT&nbsp;IV<br/>
+ACT&amp;nbsp;IV<br/>
-[[#sceneIV_361|Scene I.
+[[#sceneIV_361|Scene I.]]
 The Street before Olivia's House.<br/>
-[[#sceneIV_362|Scene II.
+[[#sceneIV_362|Scene II.]]
 A Room in Olivia's House.<br/>
-[[#sceneIV_363|Scene III.
+[[#sceneIV_363|Scene III.]]
 Olivia's Garden.<br/>
 <br/>
-ACT&nbsp;V<br/>
+ACT&amp;nbsp;V<br/>
-[[#sceneV_361|Scene I.
+[[#sceneV_361|Scene I.]]
 The Street before Olivia's House.<br/>
 <br/>
 <br/>
 </p>
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 <p>ORSINO, Duke of Illyria.<br/>
 VALENTINE, Gentleman attending on the Duke<br/>
 CURIO, Gentleman attending on the Duke<br/>
 VIOLA, in love with the Duke.<br/>
 SEBASTIAN, a young Gentleman, twin brother to Viola.<br/>
 A SEA CAPTAIN, friend to Viola<br/>
 ANTONIO, a Sea Captain, friend to Sebastian.<br/>
 OLIVIA, a rich Countess.<br/>
 MARIA, Olivia's Woman.<br/>
 SIR TOBY BELCH, Uncle of Olivia.<br/>
 SIR ANDREW AGUECHEEK.<br/>
 MALVOLIO, Steward to Olivia.<br/>
 FABIAN, Servant to Olivia.<br/>
 CLOWN, Servant to Olivia.<br/>
 PRIEST<br/>
 Lords, Sailors, Officers, Musicians, and other Attendants.
 </p>
 <h4><b>SCENE: A City in Illyria; and the Sea-coast near it.</b></h4>
 <h3 id="sceneI_361"> <b>ACT I.</b></h3>
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 <p class="scenedesc"> Enter <span class="charname">Orsino,</span> Duke of
 Illyria,<span class="charname"> Curio,</span> and other Lords; Musicians attending.</p>
 <p>DUKE.<br/>
 If music be the food of love, play on,<br/>
 Give me excess of it; that, surfeiting,<br/>
 The appetite may sicken and so die.<br/>
 That strain again, it had a dying fall;<br/>
 O, it came o'er my ear like the sweet sound<br/>
 That breathes upon a bank of violets,<br/>
 Stealing and giving odour. Enough; no more;<br/>
 'Tis not so sweet now as it was before.<br/>
 O spirit of love, how quick and fresh art thou,<br/>
 That notwithstanding thy capacity<br/>
 Receiveth as the sea, nought enters there,<br/>
 Of what validity and pitch soever,<br/>
 But falls into abatement and low price<br/>
 Even in a minute! So full of shapes is fancy,<br/>
 That it alone is high fantastical.
 </p>
 <p>CURIO.<br/>
 Will you go hunt, my lord?
 </p>
 <p>DUKE.<br/>
 What, Curio?
 </p>
 <p>CURIO.<br/>
 The hart.
 </p>
 <p>DUKE.<br/>
 Why so I do, the noblest that I have.<br/>
 O, when mine eyes did see Olivia first,<br/>
 Methought she purg'd the air of pestilence;<br/>
 That instant was I turn'd into a hart,<br/>
 And my desires, like fell and cruel hounds,<br/>
 E'er since pursue me. How now? what news from her?
 </p>
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 <p>VALENTINE.<br/>
 So please my lord, I might not be admitted,<br/>
 But from her handmaid do return this answer:<br/>
 The element itself, till seven years' heat,<br/>
 Shall not behold her face at ample view;<br/>
 But like a cloistress she will veiled walk,<br/>
 And water once a day her chamber round<br/>
 With eye-offending brine: all this to season<br/>
 A brother's dead love, which she would keep fresh<br/>
 And lasting in her sad remembrance.
 </p>
 <p>DUKE.<br/>
 O, she that hath a heart of that fine frame<br/>
 To pay this debt of love but to a brother,<br/>
 How will she love, when the rich golden shaft<br/>
 Hath kill'd the flock of all affections else<br/>
 That live in her; when liver, brain, and heart,<br/>
 These sovereign thrones, are all supplied and fill'd<br/>
 Her sweet perfections with one self king!<br/>
 Away before me to sweet beds of flowers,<br/>
 Love-thoughts lie rich when canopied with bowers.
 </p>
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 <p class="scenedesc"> Enter <span class="charname">Viola,</span> a
 <span class="charname">Captain</span> and Sailors.</p>
 <p>VIOLA.<br/>
 What country, friends, is this?
 </p>
 <p>CAPTAIN.<br/>
 This is Illyria, lady.
 </p>
 <p>VIOLA.<br/>
 And what should I do in Illyria?<br/>
 My brother he is in Elysium.<br/>
 Perchance he is not drown'd. What think you, sailors?
 </p>
 <p>CAPTAIN.<br/>
 It is perchance that you yourself were sav'd.
 </p>
 <p>VIOLA.<br/>
 O my poor brother! and so perchance may he be.
 </p>
 <p>CAPTAIN.<br/>
 True, madam; and to comfort you with chance,<br/>
 Assure yourself, after our ship did split,<br/>
 When you, and those poor number sav'd with you,<br/>
 Hung on our driving boat, I saw your brother,<br/>
 Most provident in peril, bind himself,<br/>
 (Courage and hope both teaching him the practice)<br/>
 To a strong mast that liv'd upon the sea;<br/>
 Where, like Arion on the dolphin's back,<br/>
 I saw him hold acquaintance with the waves<br/>
 So long as I could see.
 </p>
 <p>VIOLA.<br/>
 For saying so, there's gold!<br/>
 Mine own escape unfoldeth to my hope,<br/>
 Whereto thy speech serves for authority,<br/>
 The like of him. Know'st thou this country?
 </p>
 <p>CAPTAIN.<br/>
 Ay, madam, well, for I was bred and born<br/>
 Not three hours' travel from this very place.
 </p>
 <p>VIOLA.<br/>
 Who governs here?
 </p>
 <p>CAPTAIN.<br/>
 A noble duke, in nature as in name.
 </p>
 <p>VIOLA.<br/>
 What is his name?
 </p>
 <p>CAPTAIN.<br/>
 Orsino.
 </p>
 <p>VIOLA.<br/>
 Orsino! I have heard my father name him.<br/>
 He was a bachelor then.
 </p>
 <p>CAPTAIN.<br/>
 And so is now, or was so very late;<br/>
 For but a month ago I went from hence,<br/>
 And then 'twas fresh in murmur, (as, you know,<br/>
 What great ones do, the less will prattle of)<br/>
 That he did seek the love of fair Olivia.
 </p>
 <p>VIOLA.<br/>
 What's she?
 </p>
 <p>CAPTAIN.<br/>
 A virtuous maid, the daughter of a count<br/>
 That died some twelvemonth since; then leaving her<br/>
 In the protection of his son, her brother,<br/>
 Who shortly also died; for whose dear love<br/>
 They say, she hath abjur'd the company<br/>
 And sight of men.
 </p>
 <p>VIOLA.<br/>
 O that I served that lady,<br/>
 And might not be delivered to the world,<br/>
 Till I had made mine own occasion mellow,<br/>
 What my estate is.
 </p>
 <p>CAPTAIN.<br/>
 That were hard to compass,<br/>
 Because she will admit no kind of suit,<br/>
 No, not the Duke's.
 </p>
 <p>VIOLA.<br/>
 There is a fair behaviour in thee, Captain;<br/>
 And though that nature with a beauteous wall<br/>
 Doth oft close in pollution, yet of thee<br/>
 I will believe thou hast a mind that suits<br/>
 With this thy fair and outward character.<br/>
 I pray thee, and I'll pay thee bounteously,<br/>
 Conceal me what I am, and be my aid<br/>
 For such disguise as haply shall become<br/>
 The form of my intent. I'll serve this duke;<br/>
 Thou shalt present me as an eunuch to him.<br/>
 It may be worth thy pains; for I can sing,<br/>
 And speak to him in many sorts of music,<br/>
 That will allow me very worth his service.<br/>
 What else may hap, to time I will commit;<br/>
 Only shape thou thy silence to my wit.
 </p>
 <p>CAPTAIN.<br/>
 Be you his eunuch and your mute I'll be;<br/>
 When my tongue blabs, then let mine eyes not see.
 </p>
 <p>VIOLA.<br/>
 I thank thee. Lead me on.
 </p>
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 <p class="scenedesc"> Enter <span class="charname">Sir Toby</span> and
 <span class="charname">Maria</span>.</p>
 <p>SIR TOBY.<br/>
 What a plague means my niece to take the death of her brother thus? I am sure
 care's an enemy to life.
 </p>
 <p>MARIA.<br/>
 By my troth, Sir Toby, you must come in earlier o' nights; your cousin,
 my lady, takes great exceptions to your ill hours.
 </p>
 <p>SIR TOBY.<br/>
 Why, let her except, before excepted.
 </p>
 <p>MARIA.<br/>
 Ay, but you must confine yourself within the modest limits of order.
 </p>
 <p>SIR TOBY.<br/>
 Confine? I'll confine myself no finer than I am. These clothes are good
 enough to drink in, and so be these boots too; and they be not, let them hang
 themselves in their own straps.
 </p>
 <p>MARIA.<br/>
 That quaffing and drinking will undo you: I heard my lady talk of it yesterday;
 and of a foolish knight that you brought in one night here to be her wooer.
 </p>
 <p>SIR TOBY.<br/>
 Who? Sir Andrew Aguecheek?
 </p>
 <p>MARIA.<br/>
 Ay, he.
 </p>
 <p>SIR TOBY.<br/>
 He's as tall a man as any's in Illyria.
 </p>
 <p>MARIA.<br/>
 What's that to th' purpose?
 </p>
 <p>SIR TOBY.<br/>
 Why, he has three thousand ducats a year.
 </p>
 <p>MARIA.<br/>
 Ay, but he'll have but a year in all these ducats. He's a very
 fool, and a prodigal.
 </p>
 <p>SIR TOBY.<br/>
 Fie, that you'll say so! he plays o' the viol-de-gamboys, and
 speaks three or four languages word for word without book, and hath all the
 good gifts of nature.
 </p>
 <p>MARIA.<br/>
 He hath indeed, almost natural: for, besides that he's a fool, he's
 a great quarreller; and, but that he hath the gift of a coward to allay the
 gust he hath in quarrelling, 'tis thought among the prudent he would
 quickly have the gift of a grave.
 </p>
 <p>SIR TOBY.<br/>
 By this hand, they are scoundrels and substractors that say so of him. Who are
 they?
 </p>
 <p>MARIA.<br/>
 They that add, moreover, he's drunk nightly in your company.
 </p>
 <p>SIR TOBY.<br/>
 With drinking healths to my niece; I'll drink to her as long as there is
 a passage in my throat, and drink in Illyria. He's a coward and a coystril
 that will not drink to my niece till his brains turn o' the toe like a
 parish top. What, wench! <i>Castiliano vulgo:</i> for here comes Sir Andrew
 Agueface.
 </p>
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 <p>AGUECHEEK.<br/>
 Sir Toby Belch! How now, Sir Toby Belch?
 </p>
 <p>SIR TOBY.<br/>
 Sweet Sir Andrew!
 </p>
 <p>SIR ANDREW.<br/>
 Bless you, fair shrew.
 </p>
 <p>MARIA.<br/>
 And you too, sir.
 </p>
 <p>SIR TOBY.<br/>
 Accost, Sir Andrew, accost.
 </p>
 <p>SIR ANDREW.<br/>
 What's that?
 </p>
 <p>SIR TOBY.<br/>
 My niece's chamber-maid.
 </p>
 <p>SIR ANDREW.<br/>
 Good Mistress Accost, I desire better acquaintance.
 </p>
 <p>MARIA.<br/>
 My name is Mary, sir.
 </p>
 <p>SIR ANDREW.<br/>
-Good Mistress Mary Accost,&mdash;
+Good Mistress Mary Accost,&amp;mdash;
 </p>
 <p>SIR TOBY.<br/>
 You mistake, knight: accost is front her, board her, woo her, assail her.
 </p>
 <p>SIR ANDREW.<br/>
 By my troth, I would not undertake her in this company. Is that the meaning of
 accost?
 </p>
 <p>MARIA.<br/>
 Fare you well, gentlemen.
 </p>
 <p>SIR TOBY.<br/>
 And thou let part so, Sir Andrew, would thou mightst never draw sword again.
 </p>
 <p>SIR ANDREW.<br/>
 And you part so, mistress, I would I might never draw sword again. Fair lady,
 do you think you have fools in hand?
 </p>
 <p>MARIA.<br/>
 Sir, I have not you by the hand.
 </p>
 <p>SIR ANDREW.<br/>
 Marry, but you shall have, and here's my hand.
 </p>
 <p>MARIA.<br/>
 Now, sir, thought is free. I pray you, bring your hand to th' buttery bar
 and let it drink.
 </p>
 <p>SIR ANDREW.<br/>
 Wherefore, sweetheart? What's your metaphor?
 </p>
 <p>MARIA.<br/>
 It's dry, sir.
 </p>
 <p>SIR ANDREW.<br/>
 Why, I think so; I am not such an ass but I can keep my hand dry. But
 what's your jest?
 </p>
 <p>MARIA.<br/>
 A dry jest, sir.
 </p>
 <p>SIR ANDREW.<br/>
 Are you full of them?
 </p>
 <p>MARIA.<br/>
 Ay, sir, I have them at my fingers' ends: marry, now I let go your hand,
 I am barren.
 </p>
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 <p>SIR TOBY.<br/>
 O knight, thou lack'st a cup of canary: When did I see thee so put down?
 </p>
 <p>SIR ANDREW.<br/>
 Never in your life, I think, unless you see canary put me down. Methinks
 sometimes I have no more wit than a Christian or an ordinary man has; but I am
 a great eater of beef, and I believe that does harm to my wit.
 </p>
 <p>SIR TOBY.<br/>
 No question.
 </p>
 <p>SIR ANDREW.<br/>
 And I thought that, I'd forswear it. I'll ride home tomorrow, Sir
 Toby.
 </p>
 <p>SIR TOBY.<br/>
 <i>Pourquoy</i>, my dear knight?
 </p>
 <p>SIR ANDREW.<br/>
 What is <i>pourquoy?</i> Do, or not do? I would I had bestowed that time in the
 tongues that I have in fencing, dancing, and bear-baiting. O, had I but
 followed the arts!
 </p>
 <p>SIR TOBY.<br/>
 Then hadst thou had an excellent head of hair.
 </p>
 <p>SIR ANDREW.<br/>
 Why, would that have mended my hair?
 </p>
 <p>SIR TOBY.<br/>
 Past question; for thou seest it will not curl by nature.
 </p>
 <p>SIR ANDREW.<br/>
 But it becomes me well enough, does't not?
 </p>
 <p>SIR TOBY.<br/>
 Excellent, it hangs like flax on a distaff; and I hope to see a houswife take
 thee between her legs, and spin it off.
 </p>
 <p>SIR ANDREW.<br/>
 Faith, I'll home tomorrow, Sir Toby; your niece will not be seen, or if
 she be, it's four to one she'll none of me; the Count himself here
 hard by woos her.
 </p>
 <p>SIR TOBY.<br/>
 She'll none o' the Count; she'll not match above her degree,
 neither in estate, years, nor wit; I have heard her swear't. Tut,
 there's life in't, man.
 </p>
 <p>SIR ANDREW.<br/>
 I'll stay a month longer. I am a fellow o' the strangest mind
 i' the world; I delight in masques and revels sometimes altogether.
 </p>
 <p>SIR TOBY.<br/>
 Art thou good at these kick-shawses, knight?
 </p>
 <p>SIR ANDREW.<br/>
 As any man in Illyria, whatsoever he be, under the degree of my betters; and
 yet I will not compare with an old man.
 </p>
 <p>SIR TOBY.<br/>
 What is thy excellence in a galliard, knight?
 </p>
 <p>SIR ANDREW.<br/>
 Faith, I can cut a caper.
 </p>
 <p>SIR TOBY.<br/>
 And I can cut the mutton to't.
 </p>
 <p>SIR ANDREW.<br/>
 And I think I have the back-trick simply as strong as any man in Illyria.
 </p>
 <p>SIR TOBY.<br/>
 Wherefore are these things hid? Wherefore have these gifts a curtain before
 'em? Are they like to take dust, like Mistress Mall's picture? Why
 dost thou not go to church in a galliard, and come home in a coranto? My very
 walk should be a jig; I would not so much as make water but in a sink-a-pace.
 What dost thou mean? Is it a world to hide virtues in? I did think, by the
 excellent constitution of thy leg, it was formed under the star of a galliard.
 </p>
 <p>SIR ANDREW.<br/>
 Ay, 'tis strong, and it does indifferent well in a
 dam'd-colour'd stock. Shall we set about some revels?
 </p>
 <p>SIR TOBY.<br/>
 What shall we do else? Were we not born under Taurus?
 </p>
 <p>SIR ANDREW.<br/>
 Taurus? That's sides and heart.
 </p>
 <p>SIR TOBY.<br/>
 No, sir, it is legs and thighs. Let me see thee caper. Ha, higher: ha, ha,
 excellent!
 </p>
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 <p class="scenedesc"> Enter <span class="charname">Valentine</span> and
 <span class="charname">Viola</span> in man's attire.</p>
 <p>VALENTINE.<br/>
 If the duke continue these favours towards you, Cesario, you are like to be
 much advanced; he hath known you but three days, and already you are no
 stranger.
 </p>
 <p>VIOLA.<br/>
 You either fear his humour or my negligence, that you call in question the
 continuance of his love. Is he inconstant, sir, in his favours?
 </p>
 <p>VALENTINE.<br/>
 No, believe me.
 </p>
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 <p>VIOLA.<br/>
 I thank you. Here comes the Count.
 </p>
 <p>DUKE.<br/>
 Who saw Cesario, ho?
 </p>
 <p>VIOLA.<br/>
 On your attendance, my lord, here.
 </p>
 <p>DUKE.<br/>
-Stand you awhile aloof.&mdash;Cesario,<br/>
+Stand you awhile aloof.&amp;mdash;Cesario,<br/>
 Thou know'st no less but all; I have unclasp'd<br/>
 To thee the book even of my secret soul.<br/>
 Therefore, good youth, address thy gait unto her,<br/>
 Be not denied access, stand at her doors,<br/>
 And tell them, there thy fixed foot shall grow<br/>
 Till thou have audience.
 </p>
 <p>VIOLA.<br/>
 Sure, my noble lord,<br/>
 If she be so abandon'd to her sorrow<br/>
 As it is spoke, she never will admit me.
 </p>
 <p>DUKE.<br/>
 Be clamorous and leap all civil bounds,<br/>
 Rather than make unprofited return.
 </p>
 <p>VIOLA.<br/>
 Say I do speak with her, my lord, what then?
 </p>
 <p>DUKE.<br/>
 O then unfold the passion of my love,<br/>
 Surprise her with discourse of my dear faith;<br/>
 It shall become thee well to act my woes;<br/>
 She will attend it better in thy youth,<br/>
 Than in a nuncio's of more grave aspect.
 </p>
 <p>VIOLA.<br/>
 I think not so, my lord.
 </p>
 <p>DUKE.<br/>
 Dear lad, believe it;<br/>
 For they shall yet belie thy happy years,<br/>
 That say thou art a man: Diana's lip<br/>
 Is not more smooth and rubious; thy small pipe<br/>
 Is as the maiden's organ, shrill and sound,<br/>
 And all is semblative a woman's part.<br/>
 I know thy constellation is right apt<br/>
 For this affair. Some four or five attend him:<br/>
 All, if you will; for I myself am best<br/>
 When least in company. Prosper well in this,<br/>
 And thou shalt live as freely as thy lord,<br/>
 To call his fortunes thine.
 </p>
 <p>VIOLA.<br/>
 I'll do my best<br/>
 To woo your lady. [<i>Aside.</i>] Yet, a barful strife!<br/>
 Whoe'er I woo, myself would be his wife.
 </p>
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 <p class="scenedesc"> Enter <span class="charname">Maria</span> and
 <span class="charname">Clown</span>.</p>
 <p>MARIA.<br/>
 Nay; either tell me where thou hast been, or I will not open my lips so wide as
 a bristle may enter, in way of thy excuse: my lady will hang thee for thy
 absence.
 </p>
 <p>CLOWN.<br/>
 Let her hang me: he that is well hanged in this world needs to fear no colours.
 </p>
 <p>MARIA.<br/>
 Make that good.
 </p>
 <p>CLOWN.<br/>
 He shall see none to fear.
 </p>
 <p>MARIA.<br/>
 A good lenten answer. I can tell thee where that saying was born, of I fear no
 colours.
 </p>
 <p>CLOWN.<br/>
 Where, good Mistress Mary?
 </p>
 <p>MARIA.<br/>
 In the wars, and that may you be bold to say in your foolery.
 </p>
 <p>CLOWN.<br/>
 Well, God give them wisdom that have it; and those that are fools, let them use
 their talents.
 </p>
 <p>MARIA.<br/>
 Yet you will be hanged for being so long absent; or to be turned away; is not
 that as good as a hanging to you?
 </p>
 <p>CLOWN.<br/>
 Many a good hanging prevents a bad marriage; and for turning away, let summer
 bear it out.
 </p>
 <p>MARIA.<br/>
 You are resolute then?
 </p>
 <p>CLOWN.<br/>
 Not so, neither, but I am resolved on two points.
 </p>
 <p>MARIA.<br/>
 That if one break, the other will hold; or if both break, your gaskins fall.
 </p>
 <p>CLOWN.<br/>
 Apt, in good faith, very apt! Well, go thy way; if Sir Toby would leave
 drinking, thou wert as witty a piece of Eve's flesh as any in Illyria.
 </p>
 <p>MARIA.<br/>
 Peace, you rogue, no more o' that. Here comes my lady: make your excuse
 wisely, you were best.
 </p>
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 <p class="scenedesc"> Enter <span class="charname">Olivia</span> with
 <span class="charname">Malvolio</span>.</p>
 <p>CLOWN.<br/>
 Wit, and't be thy will, put me into good fooling! Those wits that think
 they have thee, do very oft prove fools; and I that am sure I lack thee, may
 pass for a wise man. For what says Quinapalus? Better a witty fool than a
 foolish wit. God bless thee, lady!
 </p>
 <p>OLIVIA.<br/>
 Take the fool away.
 </p>
 <p>CLOWN.<br/>
 Do you not hear, fellows? Take away the lady.
 </p>
 <p>OLIVIA.<br/>
 Go to, y'are a dry fool; I'll no more of you. Besides, you grow
 dishonest.
 </p>
 <p>CLOWN.<br/>
 Two faults, madonna, that drink and good counsel will amend: for give the dry
 fool drink, then is the fool not dry; bid the dishonest man mend himself, if he
 mend, he is no longer dishonest; if he cannot, let the botcher mend him.
 Anything that's mended is but patched; virtue that transgresses is but
 patched with sin, and sin that amends is but patched with virtue. If that this
 simple syllogism will serve, so; if it will not, what remedy? As there is no
 true cuckold but calamity, so beauty's a flower. The lady bade take away
 the fool, therefore, I say again, take her away.
 </p>
 <p>OLIVIA.<br/>
 Sir, I bade them take away you.
 </p>
 <p>CLOWN.<br/>
 Misprision in the highest degree! Lady, <i>cucullus non facit
 monachum:</i> that's as much to say, I wear not motley in my brain. Good
 madonna, give me leave to prove you a fool.
 </p>
 <p>OLIVIA.<br/>
 Can you do it?
 </p>
 <p>CLOWN.<br/>
 Dexteriously, good madonna.
 </p>
 <p>OLIVIA.<br/>
 Make your proof.
 </p>
 <p>CLOWN.<br/>
 I must catechize you for it, madonna. Good my mouse of virtue, answer me.
 </p>
 <p>OLIVIA.<br/>
 Well sir, for want of other idleness, I'll 'bide your proof.
 </p>
 <p>CLOWN.<br/>
 Good madonna, why mourn'st thou?
 </p>
 <p>OLIVIA.<br/>
 Good fool, for my brother's death.
 </p>
 <p>CLOWN.<br/>
 I think his soul is in hell, madonna.
 </p>
 <p>OLIVIA.<br/>
 I know his soul is in heaven, fool.
 </p>
 <p>CLOWN.<br/>
 The more fool you, madonna, to mourn for your brother's soul being in
 heaven. Take away the fool, gentlemen.
 </p>
 <p>OLIVIA.<br/>
 What think you of this fool, Malvolio? doth he not mend?
 </p>
 <p>MALVOLIO.<br/>
 Yes; and shall do, till the pangs of death shake him. Infirmity, that decays
 the wise, doth ever make the better fool.
 </p>
 <p>CLOWN.<br/>
 God send you, sir, a speedy infirmity, for the better increasing your folly!
 Sir Toby will be sworn that I am no fox; but he will not pass his word for
 twopence that you are no fool.
 </p>
 <p>OLIVIA.<br/>
 How say you to that, Malvolio?
 </p>
 <p>MALVOLIO.<br/>
 I marvel your ladyship takes delight in such a barren rascal; I saw him put
 down the other day with an ordinary fool, that has no more brain than a stone.
 Look you now, he's out of his guard already; unless you laugh and
 minister occasion to him, he is gagged. I protest I take these wise men, that
 crow so at these set kind of fools, no better than the fools' zanies.
 </p>
 <p>OLIVIA.<br/>
 O, you are sick of self-love, Malvolio, and taste with a distempered appetite.
 To be generous, guiltless, and of free disposition, is to take those things for
 bird-bolts that you deem cannon bullets. There is no slander in an allowed
 fool, though he do nothing but rail; nor no railing in a known discreet man,
 though he do nothing but reprove.
 </p>
 <p>CLOWN.<br/>
 Now Mercury endue thee with leasing, for thou speak'st well of fools!
 </p>
@@ Line 908: / Line 1,448: @@
 <p>MARIA.<br/>
 Madam, there is at the gate a young gentleman much desires to speak with you.
 </p>
 <p>OLIVIA.<br/>
 From the Count Orsino, is it?
 </p>
 <p>MARIA.<br/>
 I know not, madam; 'tis a fair young man, and well attended.
 </p>
 <p>OLIVIA.<br/>
 Who of my people hold him in delay?
 </p>
 <p>MARIA.<br/>
 Sir Toby, madam, your kinsman.
 </p>
 <p>OLIVIA.<br/>
 Fetch him off, I pray you; he speaks nothing but madman. Fie on him!
 </p>
@@ Line 934: / Line 1,486: @@
 <p>Go you, Malvolio. If it be a suit from the Count, I am sick, or not at home.
 What you will, to dismiss it.
 </p>
@@ Line 940: / Line 1,494: @@
 <p>Now you see, sir, how your fooling grows old, and people dislike it.
 </p>
 <p>CLOWN.<br/>
 Thou hast spoke for us, madonna, as if thy eldest son should be a fool: whose
 skull Jove cram with brains, for here he comes, one of thy kin has a most weak
 <i>pia mater</i>.
 </p>
@@ Line 951: / Line 1,510: @@
 <p>OLIVIA.<br/>
 By mine honour, half drunk. What is he at the gate, cousin?
 </p>
 <p>SIR TOBY.<br/>
 A gentleman.
 </p>
 <p>OLIVIA.<br/>
 A gentleman? What gentleman?
 </p>
 <p>SIR TOBY.<br/>
 'Tis a gentleman here. A plague o' these pickle-herrings! How now,
 sot?
 </p>
 <p>CLOWN.<br/>
 Good Sir Toby.
 </p>
 <p>OLIVIA.<br/>
 Cousin, cousin, how have you come so early by this lethargy?
 </p>
 <p>SIR TOBY.<br/>
 Lechery! I defy lechery. There's one at the gate.
 </p>
 <p>OLIVIA.<br/>
 Ay, marry, what is he?
 </p>
 <p>SIR TOBY.<br/>
 Let him be the devil an he will, I care not: give me faith, say I. Well,
 it's all one.
 </p>
@@ Line 991: / Line 1,570: @@
 <p>OLIVIA.<br/>
 What's a drunken man like, fool?
 </p>
 <p>CLOWN.<br/>
 Like a drowned man, a fool, and a madman: one draught above heat makes him a
 fool, the second mads him, and a third drowns him.
 </p>
 <p>OLIVIA.<br/>
 Go thou and seek the coroner, and let him sit o' my coz; for he's
 in the third degree of drink; he's drowned. Go, look after him.
 </p>
 <p>CLOWN.<br/>
 He is but mad yet, madonna; and the fool shall look to the madman.
 </p>
@@ Line 1,013: / Line 1,602: @@
 <p>MALVOLIO.<br/>
 Madam, yond young fellow swears he will speak with you. I told him you were
 sick; he takes on him to understand so much, and therefore comes to speak with
 you. I told him you were asleep; he seems to have a foreknowledge of that too,
 and therefore comes to speak with you. What is to be said to him, lady?
 He's fortified against any denial.
 </p>
 <p>OLIVIA.<br/>
 Tell him, he shall not speak with me.
 </p>
 <p>MALVOLIO.<br/>
 Has been told so; and he says he'll stand at your door like a
 sheriff's post, and be the supporter of a bench, but he'll speak
 with you.
 </p>
 <p>OLIVIA.<br/>
 What kind o' man is he?
 </p>
 <p>MALVOLIO.<br/>
 Why, of mankind.
 </p>
 <p>OLIVIA.<br/>
 What manner of man?
 </p>
 <p>MALVOLIO.<br/>
 Of very ill manner; he'll speak with you, will you or no.
 </p>
 <p>OLIVIA.<br/>
 Of what personage and years is he?
 </p>
 <p>MALVOLIO.<br/>
 Not yet old enough for a man, nor young enough for a boy; as a squash is before
 'tis a peascod, or a codling, when 'tis almost an apple. 'Tis
 with him in standing water, between boy and man. He is very well-favoured, and
 he speaks very shrewishly. One would think his mother's milk were scarce
 out of him.
 </p>
 <p>OLIVIA.<br/>
 Let him approach. Call in my gentlewoman.
 </p>
 <p>MALVOLIO.<br/>
 Gentlewoman, my lady calls.
 </p>
@@ Line 1,071: / Line 1,692: @@
 <p>OLIVIA.<br/>
 Give me my veil; come, throw it o'er my face.<br/>
 We'll once more hear Orsino's embassy.
 </p>
@@ Line 1,078: / Line 1,702: @@
 <p>VIOLA.<br/>
 The honourable lady of the house, which is she?
 </p>
 <p>OLIVIA.<br/>
 Speak to me; I shall answer for her. Your will?
 </p>
 <p>VIOLA.<br/>
-Most radiant, exquisite, and unmatchable beauty,&mdash;I pray you, tell me if
+Most radiant, exquisite, and unmatchable beauty,&amp;mdash;I pray you, tell me if
 this be the lady of the house, for I never saw her. I would be loath to cast
 away my speech; for besides that it is excellently well penned, I have taken
 great pains to con it. Good beauties, let me sustain no scorn; I am very
 comptible, even to the least sinister usage.
 </p>
 <p>OLIVIA.<br/>
 Whence came you, sir?
 </p>
 <p>VIOLA.<br/>
 I can say little more than I have studied, and that question's out of my
 part. Good gentle one, give me modest assurance, if you be the lady of the
 house, that I may proceed in my speech.
 </p>
 <p>OLIVIA.<br/>
 Are you a comedian?
 </p>
 <p>VIOLA.<br/>
 No, my profound heart: and yet, by the very fangs of malice I swear, I am not
 that I play. Are you the lady of the house?
 </p>
 <p>OLIVIA.<br/>
 If I do not usurp myself, I am.
 </p>
 <p>VIOLA.<br/>
 Most certain, if you are she, you do usurp yourself; for what is yours to
 bestow is not yours to reserve. But this is from my commission. I will on with
 my speech in your praise, and then show you the heart of my message.
 </p>
 <p>OLIVIA.<br/>
 Come to what is important in't: I forgive you the praise.
 </p>
 <p>VIOLA.<br/>
 Alas, I took great pains to study it, and 'tis poetical.
 </p>
 <p>OLIVIA.<br/>
 It is the more like to be feigned; I pray you keep it in. I heard you were
 saucy at my gates; and allowed your approach, rather to wonder at you than to
 hear you. If you be mad, be gone; if you have reason, be brief: 'tis not
 that time of moon with me to make one in so skipping a dialogue.
 </p>
 <p>MARIA.<br/>
 Will you hoist sail, sir? Here lies your way.
 </p>
 <p>VIOLA.<br/>
 No, good swabber, I am to hull here a little longer. Some mollification for
 your giant, sweet lady. Tell me your mind. I am a messenger.
 </p>
 <p>OLIVIA.<br/>
 Sure, you have some hideous matter to deliver, when the courtesy of it is so
 fearful. Speak your office.
 </p>
 <p>VIOLA.<br/>
 It alone concerns your ear. I bring no overture of war, no taxation of homage;
 I hold the olive in my hand: my words are as full of peace as matter.
 </p>
 <p>OLIVIA.<br/>
 Yet you began rudely. What are you? What would you?
 </p>
 <p>VIOLA.<br/>
 The rudeness that hath appeared in me have I learned from my entertainment.
 What I am and what I would are as secret as maidenhead: to your ears, divinity;
 to any other's, profanation.
 </p>
 <p>OLIVIA.<br/>
 Give us the place alone: we will hear this divinity.
 </p>
@@ Line 1,173: / Line 1,852: @@
 <p>Now, sir, what is your text?
 </p>
 <p>VIOLA.<br/>
-Most sweet lady&mdash;
-</p>
+Most sweet lady&amp;mdash;
+</p>
 <p>OLIVIA.<br/>
 A comfortable doctrine, and much may be said of it. Where lies your text?
 </p>
 <p>VIOLA.<br/>
 In Orsino's bosom.
 </p>
 <p>OLIVIA.<br/>
 In his bosom? In what chapter of his bosom?
 </p>
 <p>VIOLA.<br/>
 To answer by the method, in the first of his heart.
 </p>
 <p>OLIVIA.<br/>
 O, I have read it; it is heresy. Have you no more to say?
 </p>
 <p>VIOLA.<br/>
 Good madam, let me see your face.
 </p>
 <p>OLIVIA.<br/>
 Have you any commission from your lord to negotiate with my face? You are now
 out of your text: but we will draw the curtain and show you the picture.
 [<i>Unveiling.</i>] Look you, sir, such a one I was this present. Is't
 not well done?
 </p>
 <p>VIOLA.<br/>
 Excellently done, if God did all.
 </p>
 <p>OLIVIA.<br/>
 'Tis in grain, sir; 'twill endure wind and weather.
 </p>
 <p>VIOLA.<br/>
 'Tis beauty truly blent, whose red and white<br/>
 Nature's own sweet and cunning hand laid on.<br/>
 Lady, you are the cruel'st she alive<br/>
 If you will lead these graces to the grave,<br/>
 And leave the world no copy.
 </p>
 <p>OLIVIA.<br/>
 O, sir, I will not be so hard-hearted; I will give out divers schedules of my
 beauty. It shall be inventoried and every particle and utensil labelled to my
 will: as, item, two lips indifferent red; item, two grey eyes with lids to
 them; item, one neck, one chin, and so forth. Were you sent hither to praise
 me?
 </p>
 <p>VIOLA.<br/>
 I see you what you are, you are too proud;<br/>
 But, if you were the devil, you are fair.<br/>
 My lord and master loves you. O, such love<br/>
 Could be but recompens'd though you were crown'd<br/>
 The nonpareil of beauty!
 </p>
 <p>OLIVIA.<br/>
 How does he love me?
 </p>
 <p>VIOLA.<br/>
 With adorations, fertile tears,<br/>
 With groans that thunder love, with sighs of fire.
 </p>
 <p>OLIVIA.<br/>
 Your lord does know my mind, I cannot love him:<br/>
 Yet I suppose him virtuous, know him noble,<br/>
 Of great estate, of fresh and stainless youth;<br/>
 In voices well divulg'd, free, learn'd, and valiant,<br/>
 And in dimension and the shape of nature,<br/>
 A gracious person. But yet I cannot love him.<br/>
 He might have took his answer long ago.
 </p>
 <p>VIOLA.<br/>
 If I did love you in my master's flame,<br/>
 With such a suff'ring, such a deadly life,<br/>
 In your denial I would find no sense,<br/>
 I would not understand it.
 </p>
 <p>OLIVIA.<br/>
 Why, what would you?
 </p>
 <p>VIOLA.<br/>
 Make me a willow cabin at your gate,<br/>
 And call upon my soul within the house;<br/>
 Write loyal cantons of contemned love,<br/>
 And sing them loud even in the dead of night;<br/>
 Hallow your name to the reverberate hills,<br/>
 And make the babbling gossip of the air<br/>
 Cry out Olivia! O, you should not rest<br/>
 Between the elements of air and earth,<br/>
 But you should pity me.
 </p>
 <p>OLIVIA.<br/>
 You might do much.<br/>
 What is your parentage?
 </p>
 <p>VIOLA.<br/>
 Above my fortunes, yet my state is well:<br/>
 I am a gentleman.
 </p>
 <p>OLIVIA.<br/>
 Get you to your lord;<br/>
 I cannot love him: let him send no more,<br/>
 Unless, perchance, you come to me again,<br/>
 To tell me how he takes it. Fare you well:<br/>
 I thank you for your pains: spend this for me.
 </p>
 <p>VIOLA.<br/>
 I am no fee'd post, lady; keep your purse;<br/>
 My master, not myself, lacks recompense.<br/>
 Love make his heart of flint that you shall love,<br/>
 And let your fervour like my master's be<br/>
 Plac'd in contempt. Farewell, fair cruelty.
 </p>
@@ Line 1,313: / Line 2,082: @@
 <p>OLIVIA.<br/>
 What is your parentage?<br/>
 'Above my fortunes, yet my state is well:<br/>
 I am a gentleman.' I'll be sworn thou art;<br/>
 Thy tongue, thy face, thy limbs, actions, and spirit,<br/>
 Do give thee five-fold blazon. Not too fast: soft, soft!<br/>
 Unless the master were the man. How now?<br/>
 Even so quickly may one catch the plague?<br/>
 Methinks I feel this youth's perfections<br/>
 With an invisible and subtle stealth<br/>
 To creep in at mine eyes. Well, let it be.<br/>
 What ho, Malvolio!
 </p>
@@ Line 1,329: / Line 2,110: @@
 <p>MALVOLIO.<br/>
 Here, madam, at your service.
 </p>
 <p>OLIVIA.<br/>
 Run after that same peevish messenger<br/>
 The County's man: he left this ring behind him,<br/>
 Would I or not; tell him, I'll none of it.<br/>
 Desire him not to flatter with his lord,<br/>
 Nor hold him up with hopes; I am not for him.<br/>
 If that the youth will come this way tomorrow,<br/>
 I'll give him reasons for't. Hie thee, Malvolio.
 </p>
 <p>MALVOLIO.<br/>
 Madam, I will.
 </p>
@@ Line 1,349: / Line 2,142: @@
 <p>OLIVIA.<br/>
 I do I know not what, and fear to find<br/>
 Mine eye too great a flatterer for my mind.<br/>
 Fate, show thy force, ourselves we do not owe.<br/>
 What is decreed must be; and be this so!
 </p>
 <p class="right"> [<i>Exit.</i>]</p>
 <h3 id="sceneII_361"> <b>ACT II.</b></h3>
@@ Line 1,366: / Line 2,160: @@
 <p class="scenedesc"> Enter <span class="charname">Antonio</span> and
 <span class="charname">Sebastian</span>.</p>
 <p>ANTONIO.<br/>
 Will you stay no longer? Nor will you not that I go with you?
 </p>
 <p>SEBASTIAN.<br/>
 By your patience, no; my stars shine darkly over me; the malignancy of my fate
 might perhaps distemper 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.
 </p>
 <p>ANTONIO.<br/>
 Let me know of you whither you are bound.
 </p>
 <p>SEBASTIAN.<br/>
 No, sooth, sir; my determinate voyage is mere 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; 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 sea was my sister
 drowned.
 </p>
 <p>ANTONIO.<br/>
 Alas the day!
 </p>
 <p>SEBASTIAN.<br/>
 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 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.
 </p>
 <p>ANTONIO.<br/>
 Pardon me, sir, your bad entertainment.
 </p>
 <p>SEBASTIAN.<br/>
 O good Antonio, forgive me your trouble.
 </p>
 <p>ANTONIO.<br/>
 If you will not murder me for my love, let me be your servant.
 </p>
 <p>SEBASTIAN.<br/>
 If you will not undo what you have done, that is, kill him whom you have
 recovered, desire it not. Fare ye 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.
 </p>
@@ Line 1,430: / Line 2,264: @@
 <p>ANTONIO.<br/>
 The gentleness of all the gods go with thee!<br/>
 I have many enemies in Orsino's court,<br/>
 Else would I very shortly see thee there:<br/>
 But come what may, I do adore thee so,<br/>
 That danger shall seem sport, and I will go.
 </p>
@@ Line 1,442: / Line 2,282: @@
 <p class="scenedesc"> Enter <span class="charname">Viola; Malvolio</span> at
 several doors.</p>
 <p>MALVOLIO.<br/>
 Were you not even now with the Countess Olivia?
 </p>
 <p>VIOLA.<br/>
 Even now, sir; on a moderate pace I have since arrived but hither.
 </p>
 <p>MALVOLIO.<br/>
 She returns this ring to you, sir; you might have 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 it so.
 </p>
 <p>VIOLA.<br/>
 She took the ring of me: I'll none of it.
 </p>
 <p>MALVOLIO.<br/>
 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.
 </p>
@@ Line 1,473: / Line 2,330: @@
 <p>VIOLA.<br/>
 I left no ring with her; what means this lady?<br/>
 Fortune forbid my outside have not charm'd her!<br/>
 She made good view of me, indeed, so much,<br/>
 That methought her eyes had lost her tongue,<br/>
 For she did speak in starts distractedly.<br/>
 She loves me, sure, the cunning of her passion<br/>
 Invites me in this churlish messenger.<br/>
 None of my lord's ring? Why, he sent her none.<br/>
 I am the man; if it be so, as 'tis,<br/>
 Poor lady, she were better love a dream.<br/>
 Disguise, I see thou art a wickedness<br/>
 Wherein the pregnant enemy does much.<br/>
 How easy is it for the proper false<br/>
 In women's waxen hearts to set their forms!<br/>
 Alas, our frailty is the cause, not we,<br/>
 For such as we are made of, such we be.<br/>
 How will this fadge? My master loves her dearly,<br/>
 And I, poor monster, fond as much on him,<br/>
 And she, mistaken, seems to dote on me.<br/>
 What will become of this? As I am man,<br/>
 My state is desperate for my master's love;<br/>
 As I am woman (now alas the day!)<br/>
 What thriftless sighs shall poor Olivia breathe!<br/>
 O time, thou must untangle this, not I,<br/>
 It is too hard a knot for me t'untie!
 </p>
@@ Line 1,505: / Line 2,388: @@
 <p class="scenedesc"> Enter <span class="charname">Sir Toby</span> and
 <span class="charname">Sir Andrew</span>.</p>
 <p>SIR TOBY.<br/>
 Approach, Sir Andrew; not to be abed after midnight, is to be up betimes; and
 <i>diluculo surgere</i>, thou know'st.
 </p>
 <p>SIR ANDREW.<br/>
 Nay, by my troth, I know not; but I know to be up late is to be up late.
 </p>
 <p>SIR TOBY.<br/>
 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 lives consist of the four elements?
 </p>
 <p>SIR ANDREW.<br/>
 Faith, so they say, but I think it rather consists of eating and drinking.
 </p>
 <p>SIR TOBY.<br/>
 Th'art a scholar; let us therefore eat and drink.<br/>
 Marian, I say! a stoup of wine.
 </p>
@@ Line 1,534: / Line 2,432: @@
 <p>SIR ANDREW.<br/>
 Here comes the fool, i' faith.
 </p>
 <p>CLOWN.<br/>
-How now, my hearts? Did you never see the picture of &ldquo;we three&rdquo;?
+How now, my hearts? Did you never see the picture of &amp;ldquo;we three&amp;rdquo;?
 </p>
 <p>SIR TOBY.<br/>
 Welcome, ass. Now let's have a catch.
 </p>
 <p>SIR ANDREW.<br/>
 By my troth, the fool has an excellent breast. I had rather than forty
 shillings I had such a leg, and so sweet a breath to sing, as the fool has. In
 sooth, thou wast in very gracious fooling last night when thou spok'st of
 Pigrogromitus, of the Vapians passing the equinoctial of Queubus; 'twas
 very good, i' faith. I sent thee sixpence for thy leman. Hadst it?
 </p>
 <p>CLOWN.<br/>
 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.
 </p>
 <p>SIR ANDREW.<br/>
 Excellent! Why, this is the best fooling, when all is done. Now, a song.
 </p>
 <p>SIR TOBY.<br/>
 Come on, there is sixpence for you. Let's have a song.
 </p>
 <p>SIR ANDREW.<br/>
-There's a testril of me too: if one knight give a&mdash;
+There's a testril of me too: if one knight give a&amp;mdash;
 </p>
 <p>CLOWN.<br/>
 Would you have a love-song, or a song of good life?
 </p>
 <p>SIR TOBY.<br/>
 A love-song, a love-song.
 </p>
 <p>SIR ANDREW.<br/>
 Ay, ay. I care not for good life.
 </p>
 <p>CLOWN. [<i>sings.</i>]<br/>
    <i>O mistress mine, where are you roaming?<br/>
    O stay and hear, your true love's coming,<br/>
      That can sing both high and low.<br/>
    Trip no further, pretty sweeting.<br/>
    Journeys end in lovers meeting,<br/>
      Every wise man's son doth know.</i>
 </p>
 <p>SIR ANDREW.<br/>
 Excellent good, i' faith.
 </p>
 <p>SIR TOBY.<br/>
 Good, good.
 </p>
 <p>CLOWN.<br/>
    <i>What is love? 'Tis not hereafter,<br/>
    Present mirth hath present laughter.<br/>
      What's to come is still unsure.<br/>
    In delay there lies no plenty,<br/>
    Then come kiss me, sweet and twenty.<br/>
      Youth's a stuff will not endure.</i>
 </p>
 <p>SIR ANDREW.<br/>
 A mellifluous voice, as I am true knight.
 </p>
 <p>SIR TOBY.<br/>
 A contagious breath.
 </p>
 <p>SIR ANDREW.<br/>
 Very sweet and contagious, i' faith.
 </p>
 <p>SIR TOBY.<br/>
 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?
 </p>
 <p>SIR ANDREW.<br/>
 And you love me, let's do't: I am dog at a catch.
 </p>
 <p>CLOWN.<br/>
 By'r lady, sir, and some dogs will catch well.
 </p>
 <p>SIR ANDREW.<br/>
-Most certain. Let our catch be, &ldquo;Thou knave.&rdquo;
+Most certain. Let our catch be, &amp;ldquo;Thou knave.&amp;rdquo;
 </p>
 <p>CLOWN.<br/>
-&ldquo;Hold thy peace, thou knave&rdquo; knight? I shall be constrain'd
+&amp;ldquo;Hold thy peace, thou knave&amp;rdquo; knight? I shall be constrain'd
 in't to call thee knave, knight.
 </p>
 <p>SIR ANDREW.<br/>
 'Tis not the first time I have constrained one to call me knave. Begin,
-fool; it begins &ldquo;Hold thy peace.&rdquo;
+fool; it begins &amp;ldquo;Hold thy peace.&amp;rdquo;
 </p>
 <p>CLOWN.<br/>
 I shall never begin if I hold my peace.
 </p>
 <p>SIR ANDREW.<br/>
 Good, i' faith! Come, begin.
 </p>
@@ Line 1,661: / Line 2,630: @@
 <p>MARIA.<br/>
 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.
 </p>
 <p>SIR TOBY.<br/>
 My lady's a Cataian, we are politicians, Malvolio's a Peg-a-Ramsey,
 and [<i>Sings.</i>] <i>Three merry men be we.</i> Am not I consanguineous? Am I
-not of her blood? Tilly-vally! &ldquo;Lady&rdquo;! <i>There dwelt a man in
+not of her blood? Tilly-vally! &amp;ldquo;Lady&amp;rdquo;! <i>There dwelt a man in
 Babylon, Lady, Lady.</i>
 </p>
 <p>CLOWN.<br/>
 Beshrew me, the knight's in admirable fooling.
 </p>
 <p>SIR ANDREW.<br/>
 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 more natural.
 </p>
 <p>SIR TOBY.<br/>
-[<i>Sings.</i>] <i>O' the twelfth day of December&mdash;</i>
+[<i>Sings.</i>] <i>O' the twelfth day of December&amp;mdash;</i>
 </p>
 <p>MARIA.<br/>
 For the love o' God, peace!
 </p>
@@ Line 1,692: / Line 2,678: @@
 <p>MALVOLIO.<br/>
 My masters, are you mad? Or what are you? Have you no wit, manners, nor
 honesty, but to gabble like tinkers at this time of night? Do ye make an
 ale-house 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?
 </p>
 <p>SIR TOBY.<br/>
 We did keep time, sir, in our catches. Sneck up!
 </p>
 <p>MALVOLIO.<br/>
 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 welcome to the house;
 if not, and it would please you to take leave of her, she is very willing to
 bid you farewell.
 </p>
 <p>SIR TOBY.<br/>
 [<i>Sings.</i>] <i>Farewell, dear heart, since I must needs be gone.</i>
 </p>
 <p>MARIA.<br/>
 Nay, good Sir Toby.
 </p>
 <p>CLOWN.<br/>
 [<i>Sings.</i>] <i>His eyes do show his days are almost done.</i>
 </p>
 <p>MALVOLIO.<br/>
 Is't even so?
 </p>
 <p>SIR TOBY.<br/>
 [<i>Sings.</i>] <i>But I will never die.</i>
 </p>
 <p>CLOWN.<br/>
 [<i>Sings.</i>] <i>Sir Toby, there you lie.</i>
 </p>
 <p>MALVOLIO.<br/>
 This is much credit to you.
 </p>
 <p>SIR TOBY.<br/>
 [<i>Sings.</i>] <i>Shall I bid him go?</i>
 </p>
 <p>CLOWN.<br/>
 [<i>Sings.</i>] <i>What and if you do?</i>
 </p>
 <p>SIR TOBY.<br/>
 [<i>Sings.</i>] <i>Shall I bid him go, and spare not?</i>
 </p>
 <p>CLOWN.<br/>
 [<i>Sings.</i>] <i>O, no, no, no, no, you dare not.</i>
 </p>
 <p>SIR TOBY.<br/>
 Out o' tune? sir, ye lie. Art any more than a steward? Dost thou think,
 because thou art virtuous, there shall be no more cakes and ale?
 </p>
 <p>CLOWN.<br/>
 Yes, by Saint Anne, and ginger shall be hot i' the mouth too.
 </p>
 <p>SIR TOBY.<br/>
 Th'art i' the right. Go, sir, rub your chain with crumbs. A stoup
 of wine, Maria!
 </p>
 <p>MALVOLIO.<br/>
 Mistress Mary, if you prized my lady's favour at anything more than
 contempt, you would not give means for this uncivil rule; she shall know of it,
 by this hand.
 </p>
@@ Line 1,778: / Line 2,812: @@
 <p>MARIA.<br/>
 Go shake your ears.
 </p>
 <p>SIR ANDREW.<br/>
 'Twere as good a deed as to drink when a man's a-hungry, to
 challenge him the field, and then to break promise with him and make a fool of
 him.
 </p>
 <p>SIR TOBY.<br/>
 Do't, knight. I'll write thee a challenge; or I'll deliver
 thy indignation to him by word of mouth.
 </p>
 <p>MARIA.<br/>
 Sweet Sir Toby, be patient for tonight. Since the youth of the Count's
 was today 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.
 </p>
 <p>SIR TOBY.<br/>
 Possess us, possess us, tell us something of him.
 </p>
 <p>MARIA.<br/>
 Marry, sir, sometimes he is a kind of Puritan.
 </p>
 <p>SIR ANDREW.<br/>
 O, if I thought that, I'd beat him like a dog.
 </p>
 <p>SIR TOBY.<br/>
 What, for being a Puritan? Thy exquisite reason, dear knight?
 </p>
 <p>SIR ANDREW.<br/>
 I have no exquisite reason for't, but I have reason good enough.
 </p>
 <p>MARIA.<br/>
 The devil a Puritan that he is, or anything constantly but a time-pleaser, an
 affectioned ass that cons 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.
 </p>
 <p>SIR TOBY.<br/>
 What wilt thou do?
 </p>
 <p>MARIA.<br/>
 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 a forgotten matter we can hardly
 make distinction of our hands.
 </p>
 <p>SIR TOBY.<br/>
 Excellent! I smell a device.
 </p>
 <p>SIR ANDREW.<br/>
 I have't in my nose too.
 </p>
 <p>SIR TOBY.<br/>
 He shall think, by the letters that thou wilt drop, that they come from my
 niece, and that she is in love with him.
 </p>
 <p>MARIA.<br/>
 My purpose is indeed a horse of that colour.
 </p>
 <p>SIR ANDREW.<br/>
 And your horse now would make him an ass.
 </p>
 <p>MARIA.<br/>
 Ass, I doubt not.
 </p>
 <p>SIR ANDREW.<br/>
 O 'twill be admirable!
 </p>
 <p>MARIA.<br/>
 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.
 </p>
@@ Line 1,879: / Line 2,972: @@
 <p>SIR TOBY.<br/>
 Good night, Penthesilea.
 </p>
 <p>SIR ANDREW.<br/>
 Before me, she's a good wench.
 </p>
 <p>SIR TOBY.<br/>
 She's a beagle true bred, and one that adores me. What o' that?
 </p>
 <p>SIR ANDREW.<br/>
 I was adored once too.
 </p>
 <p>SIR TOBY.<br/>
 Let's to bed, knight. Thou hadst need send for more money.
 </p>
 <p>SIR ANDREW.<br/>
 If I cannot recover your niece, I am a foul way out.
 </p>
 <p>SIR TOBY.<br/>
 Send for money, knight; if thou hast her not i' th' end, call me
 cut.
 </p>
 <p>SIR ANDREW.<br/>
 If I do not, never trust me, take it how you will.
 </p>
 <p>SIR TOBY.<br/>
 Come, come, I'll go burn some sack, 'tis too late to go to bed now.
 Come, knight, come, knight.
 </p>
@@ Line 1,921: / Line 3,034: @@
 <p class="scenedesc"> Enter <span class="charname">Duke, Viola, Curio</span>
 and others.</p>
 <p>DUKE.<br/>
 Give me some music. Now, good morrow, friends.<br/>
 Now, good Cesario, but that piece of song,<br/>
 That old and antique song we heard last night;<br/>
 Methought it did relieve my passion much,<br/>
 More than light airs and recollected terms<br/>
 Of these most brisk and giddy-paced times.<br/>
 Come, but one verse.
 </p>
 <p>CURIO.<br/>
 He is not here, so please your lordship, that should sing it.
 </p>
 <p>DUKE.<br/>
 Who was it?
 </p>
 <p>CURIO.<br/>
 Feste, the jester, my lord, a fool that the Lady Olivia's father took
 much delight in. He is about the house.
 </p>
 <p>DUKE.<br/>
 Seek him out, and play the tune the while.
 </p>
@@ Line 1,953: / Line 3,084: @@
 <p>Come hither, boy. If ever thou shalt love,<br/>
 In the sweet pangs of it remember me:<br/>
 For such as I am, all true lovers are,<br/>
 Unstaid and skittish in all motions else,<br/>
 Save in the constant image of the creature<br/>
 That is belov'd. How dost thou like this tune?
 </p>
 <p>VIOLA.<br/>
 It gives a very echo to the seat<br/>
 Where love is throned.
 </p>
 <p>DUKE.<br/>
 Thou dost speak masterly.<br/>
 My life upon't, young though thou art, thine eye<br/>
 Hath stayed upon some favour that it loves.<br/>
 Hath it not, boy?
 </p>
 <p>VIOLA.<br/>
 A little, by your favour.
 </p>
 <p>DUKE.<br/>
 What kind of woman is't?
 </p>
 <p>VIOLA.<br/>
 Of your complexion.
 </p>
 <p>DUKE.<br/>
 She is not worth thee, then. What years, i' faith?
 </p>
 <p>VIOLA.<br/>
 About your years, my lord.
 </p>
 <p>DUKE.<br/>
 Too old, by heaven! Let still the woman take<br/>
 An elder than herself; so wears she to him,<br/>
 So sways she level in her husband's heart.<br/>
 For, boy, however we do praise ourselves,<br/>
 Our fancies are more giddy and unfirm,<br/>
 More longing, wavering, sooner lost and worn,<br/>
 Than women's are.
 </p>
 <p>VIOLA.<br/>
 I think it well, my lord.
 </p>
 <p>DUKE.<br/>
 Then let thy love be younger than thyself,<br/>
 Or thy affection cannot hold the bent:<br/>
 For women are as roses, whose fair flower<br/>
 Being once display'd, doth fall that very hour.
 </p>
 <p>VIOLA.<br/>
 And so they are: alas, that they are so;<br/>
 To die, even when they to perfection grow!
 </p>
 <p class="scenedesc"> Enter <span class="charname">Curio</span> and
 <span class="charname">Clown</span>.</p>
 <p>DUKE.<br/>
 O, fellow, come, the song we had last night.<br/>
 Mark it, Cesario, it is old and plain;<br/>
 The spinsters and the knitters in the sun,<br/>
 And the free maids, that weave their thread with bones<br/>
 Do use to chant it: it is silly sooth,<br/>
 And dallies with the innocence of love<br/>
 Like the old age.
 </p>
 <p>CLOWN.<br/>
 Are you ready, sir?
 </p>
 <p>DUKE.<br/>
 Ay; prithee, sing.
 </p>
@@ Line 2,044: / Line 3,230: @@
 <p>
 <i>    Come away, come away, death.<br/>
      And in sad cypress let me be laid.<br/>
      Fly away, fly away, breath;<br/>
      I am slain by a fair cruel maid.<br/>
         My shroud of white, stuck all with yew,<br/>
           O, prepare it!<br/>
         My part of death no one so true<br/>
           Did share it.</i>
 </p>
 <p>
 <i>    Not a flower, not a flower sweet,<br/>
      On my black coffin let there be strown:<br/>
      Not a friend, not a friend greet<br/>
      My poor corpse where my bones shall be thrown:<br/>
         A thousand thousand sighs to save,<br/>
           Lay me, O, where<br/>
         Sad true lover never find my grave,<br/>
           To weep there.</i>
 </p>
 <p>DUKE.<br/>
 There's for thy pains.
 </p>
 <p>CLOWN.<br/>
 No pains, sir; I take pleasure in singing, sir.
 </p>
 <p>DUKE.<br/>
 I'll pay thy pleasure, then.
 </p>
 <p>CLOWN.<br/>
 Truly sir, and pleasure will be paid one time or another.
 </p>
 <p>DUKE.<br/>
 Give me now leave to leave thee.
 </p>
 <p>CLOWN.<br/>
 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.
 </p>
@@ Line 2,096: / Line 3,316: @@
 <p>DUKE.<br/>
 Let all the rest give place.
 </p>
 <p class="right"> [<i>Exeunt <span class="charname">Curio</span> and
 Attendants.</i>]</p>
 <p>Once more, Cesario,<br/>
 Get thee to yond same sovereign cruelty.<br/>
 Tell her my love, more noble than the world,<br/>
 Prizes not quantity of dirty lands;<br/>
 The parts that fortune hath bestow'd upon her,<br/>
 Tell her I hold as giddily as fortune;<br/>
 But 'tis that miracle and queen of gems<br/>
 That nature pranks her in attracts my soul.
 </p>
 <p>VIOLA.<br/>
 But if she cannot love you, sir?
 </p>
 <p>DUKE.<br/>
 I cannot be so answer'd.
 </p>
 <p>VIOLA.<br/>
 Sooth, but you must.<br/>
 Say that some lady, as perhaps there is,<br/>
 Hath for your love as great a pang of heart<br/>
 As you have for Olivia: you cannot love her;<br/>
 You tell her so. Must she not then be answer'd?
 </p>
 <p>DUKE.<br/>
 There is no woman's sides<br/>
 Can bide the beating of so strong a passion<br/>
 As love doth give my heart: no woman's heart<br/>
 So big, to hold so much; they lack retention.<br/>
 Alas, their love may be called appetite,<br/>
 No motion of the liver, but the palate,<br/>
 That suffer surfeit, cloyment, and revolt;<br/>
 But mine is all as hungry as the sea,<br/>
 And can digest as much. Make no compare<br/>
 Between that love a woman can bear me<br/>
 And that I owe Olivia.
 </p>
 <p>VIOLA.<br/>
-Ay, but I know&mdash;
-</p>
+Ay, but I know&amp;mdash;
+</p>
 <p>DUKE.<br/>
 What dost thou know?
 </p>
 <p>VIOLA.<br/>
 Too well what love women to men may owe.<br/>
 In faith, they are as true of heart as we.<br/>
 My father had a daughter loved a man,<br/>
 As it might be perhaps, were I a woman,<br/>
 I should your lordship.
 </p>
 <p>DUKE.<br/>
 And what's her history?
 </p>
 <p>VIOLA.<br/>
 A blank, my lord. She never told her love,<br/>
 But let concealment, like a worm i' th' bud,<br/>
 Feed on her damask cheek: she pined in thought,<br/>
 And with a green and yellow melancholy<br/>
 She sat like patience on a monument,<br/>
 Smiling at grief. Was not this love, indeed?<br/>
 We men may say more, swear more, but indeed,<br/>
 Our shows are more than will; for still we prove<br/>
 Much in our vows, but little in our love.
 </p>
 <p>DUKE.<br/>
 But died thy sister of her love, my boy?
 </p>
 <p>VIOLA.<br/>
 I am all the daughters of my father's house,<br/>
 And all the brothers too: and yet I know not.<br/>
 Sir, shall I to this lady?
 </p>
 <p>DUKE.<br/>
 Ay, that's the theme.<br/>
 To her in haste. Give her this jewel; say<br/>
 My love can give no place, bide no denay.
 </p>
@@ Line 2,195: / Line 3,480: @@
 <p class="scenedesc"> Enter <span class="charname">Sir Toby, Sir Andrew</span>
 and <span class="charname">Fabian</span>.</p>
 <p>SIR TOBY.<br/>
 Come thy ways, Signior Fabian.
 </p>
 <p>FABIAN.<br/>
 Nay, I'll come. If I lose a scruple of this sport, let me be boiled to
 death with melancholy.
 </p>
 <p>SIR TOBY.<br/>
 Wouldst thou not be glad to have the niggardly rascally sheep-biter come by
 some notable shame?
 </p>
 <p>FABIAN.<br/>
 I would exult, man. You know he brought me out o' favour with my lady
 about a bear-baiting here.
 </p>
 <p>SIR TOBY.<br/>
 To anger him we'll have the bear again, and we will fool him black and
 blue, shall we not, Sir Andrew?
 </p>
 <p>SIR ANDREW.<br/>
 And we do not, it is pity of our lives.
 </p>
@@ Line 2,228: / Line 3,530: @@
 <p>SIR TOBY.<br/>
 Here comes the little villain. How now, my metal of India?
 </p>
 <p>MARIA.<br/>
 Get ye all three into the box-tree. Malvolio's coming down this walk; he
 has been yonder i' the sun practising behaviour to his own shadow this
 half hour: observe him, for the love of mockery; for I know this letter will
 make a contemplative idiot of him. Close, in the name of jesting! [<i>The men
 hide themselves.</i>] Lie thou there; [<i>Throws down a letter</i>] for here
 comes the trout that must be caught with tickling.
 </p>
@@ Line 2,245: / Line 3,556: @@
 <p>MALVOLIO.<br/>
 'Tis but fortune, all is fortune. Maria once told me she did affect me,
 and I have heard herself come thus near, that should she fancy, it should be
 one of my complexion. Besides, she uses me with a more exalted respect than
 anyone else that follows her. What should I think on't?
 </p>
 <p>SIR TOBY.<br/>
 Here's an overweening rogue!
 </p>
 <p>FABIAN.<br/>
 O, peace! Contemplation makes a rare turkey-cock of him; how he jets under his
 advanced plumes!
 </p>
 <p>SIR ANDREW.<br/>
 'Slight, I could so beat the rogue!
 </p>
 <p>SIR TOBY.<br/>
 Peace, I say.
 </p>
 <p>MALVOLIO.<br/>
 To be Count Malvolio.
 </p>
 <p>SIR TOBY.<br/>
 Ah, rogue!
 </p>
 <p>SIR ANDREW.<br/>
 Pistol him, pistol him.
 </p>
 <p>SIR TOBY.<br/>
 Peace, peace.
 </p>
 <p>MALVOLIO.<br/>
 There is example for't. The lady of the Strachy married the yeoman of the
 wardrobe.
 </p>
 <p>SIR ANDREW.<br/>
 Fie on him, Jezebel!
 </p>
 <p>FABIAN.<br/>
 O, peace! now he's deeply in; look how imagination blows him.
 </p>
 <p>MALVOLIO.<br/>
-Having been three months married to her, sitting in my state&mdash;
+Having been three months married to her, sitting in my state&amp;mdash;
 </p>
 <p>SIR TOBY.<br/>
 O for a stone-bow to hit him in the eye!
 </p>
 <p>MALVOLIO.<br/>
 Calling my officers about me, in my branched velvet gown; having come from a
 day-bed, where I have left Olivia sleeping.
 </p>
 <p>SIR TOBY.<br/>
 Fire and brimstone!
 </p>
 <p>FABIAN.<br/>
 O, peace, peace.
 </p>
 <p>MALVOLIO.<br/>
 And then to have the humour of state; and after a demure travel of regard,
 telling them I know my place as I would they should do theirs, to ask for my
 kinsman Toby.
 </p>
 <p>SIR TOBY.<br/>
 Bolts and shackles!
 </p>
 <p>FABIAN.<br/>
 O, peace, peace, peace! Now, now.
 </p>
 <p>MALVOLIO.<br/>
 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 some rich jewel. Toby
-approaches; curtsies there to me&mdash;
+approaches; curtsies there to me&amp;mdash;
 </p>
 <p>SIR TOBY.<br/>
 Shall this fellow live?
 </p>
 <p>FABIAN.<br/>
 Though our silence be drawn from us with cars, yet peace!
 </p>
 <p>MALVOLIO.<br/>
 I extend my hand to him thus, quenching my familiar smile with an austere
-regard of control&mdash;
+regard of control&amp;mdash;
 </p>
 <p>SIR TOBY.<br/>
 And does not Toby take you a blow o' the lips then?
 </p>
 <p>MALVOLIO.<br/>
 Saying 'Cousin Toby, my fortunes having cast me on your niece, give me
-this prerogative of speech&mdash;'
+this prerogative of speech&amp;mdash;'
 </p>
 <p>SIR TOBY.<br/>
 What, what?
 </p>
 <p>MALVOLIO.<br/>
 'You must amend your drunkenness.'
 </p>
 <p>SIR TOBY.<br/>
 Out, scab!
 </p>
 <p>FABIAN.<br/>
 Nay, patience, or we break the sinews of our plot.
 </p>
 <p>MALVOLIO.<br/>
 'Besides, you waste the treasure of your time with a foolish
-knight&mdash;'
+knight&amp;mdash;'
 </p>
 <p>SIR ANDREW.<br/>
 That's me, I warrant you.
 </p>
 <p>MALVOLIO.<br/>
 'One Sir Andrew.'
 </p>
 <p>SIR ANDREW.<br/>
 I knew 'twas I, for many do call me fool.
 </p>
 <p>MALVOLIO.<br/>
 [<i>Taking up the letter.</i>] What employment have we here?
 </p>
 <p>FABIAN.<br/>
 Now is the woodcock near the gin.
 </p>
 <p>SIR TOBY.<br/>
 O, peace! And the spirit of humours intimate reading aloud to him!
 </p>
 <p>MALVOLIO.<br/>
 By my life, this is my lady's hand: these be her very C's, her
 U's, and her T's, and thus makes she her great P's. It is in
 contempt of question, her hand.
 </p>
 <p>SIR ANDREW.<br/>
 Her C's, her U's, and her T's. Why that?
 </p>
 <p>MALVOLIO.<br/>
 [<i>Reads.</i>] <i>To the unknown beloved, this, and my good wishes.</i> 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?
 </p>
 <p>FABIAN.<br/>
 This wins him, liver and all.
 </p>
 <p>MALVOLIO.<br/>
 [<i>Reads.</i>]<br/>
 <i>    Jove knows I love,<br/>
      But who?<br/>
      Lips, do not move,<br/>
      No man must know.</i>
 </p>
 <p>
 'No man must know.' What follows? The numbers alter'd!
-'No man must know.'&mdash;If this should be thee, Malvolio?
+'No man must know.'&amp;mdash;If this should be thee, Malvolio?
 </p>
 <p>SIR TOBY.<br/>
 Marry, hang thee, brock!
 </p>
 <p>MALVOLIO.<br/>
 <i>    I may command where I adore,<br/>
      But silence, like a Lucrece knife,<br/>
      With bloodless stroke my heart doth gore;<br/>
      M.O.A.I. doth sway my life.</i>
 </p>
 <p>FABIAN.<br/>
 A fustian riddle!
 </p>
 <p>SIR TOBY.<br/>
 Excellent wench, say I.
 </p>
 <p>MALVOLIO.<br/>
-'M.O.A.I. doth sway my life.'&mdash;Nay, but first let me see, let
+'M.O.A.I. doth sway my life.'&amp;mdash;Nay, but first let me see, let
 me see, let me see.
 </p>
 <p>FABIAN.<br/>
 What dish o' poison has she dressed him!
 </p>
 <p>SIR TOBY.<br/>
 And with what wing the staniel checks at it!
 </p>
 <p>MALVOLIO.<br/>
 '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&mdash;what should that alphabetical position
+obstruction in this. And the end&amp;mdash;what should that alphabetical position
 portend? If I could make that resemble something in me! Softly!
-'M.O.A.I.'&mdash;
+'M.O.A.I.'&amp;mdash;
 </p>
 <p>SIR TOBY.<br/>
-O, ay, make up that:&mdash;he is now at a cold scent.
+O, ay, make up that:&amp;mdash;he is now at a cold scent.
 </p>
 <p>FABIAN.<br/>
 Sowter will cry upon't for all this, though it be as rank as a fox.
 </p>
 <p>MALVOLIO.<br/>
-'M'&mdash;Malvolio; 'M!' Why, that begins my name!
+'M'&amp;mdash;Malvolio; 'M!' Why, that begins my name!
 </p>
 <p>FABIAN.<br/>
 Did not I say he would work it out? The cur is excellent at faults.
 </p>
 <p>MALVOLIO.<br/>
-'M'&mdash;But then there is no consonancy in the sequel; that
+'M'&amp;mdash;But then there is no consonancy in the sequel; that
 suffers under probation: 'A' should follow, but 'O'
 does.
 </p>
 <p>FABIAN.<br/>
 And 'O' shall end, I hope.
 </p>
 <p>SIR TOBY.<br/>
 Ay, or I'll cudgel him, and make him cry 'O!'
 </p>
 <p>MALVOLIO.<br/>
 And then 'I' comes behind.
 </p>
 <p>FABIAN.<br/>
 Ay, and you had any eye behind you, you might see more detraction at your heels
 than fortunes before you.
 </p>
 <p>MALVOLIO.<br/>
 'M.O.A.I.' This simulation is not as the former: and yet, to crush
 this a little, it would bow to me, for every one of these letters are in my
 name. Soft, here follows prose.<br/>
 [<i>Reads.</i>] <i>If this fall into thy hand, revolve. In my stars I am above
 thee, but be not afraid of greatness. Some are born great, some achieve
 greatness, and some have greatness thrust upon 'em. Thy fates open their
 hands, let thy blood and spirit embrace them. And, to inure thyself to what
 thou art like to be, cast thy humble slough and appear fresh. Be opposite with
 a kinsman, surly with servants. Let thy tongue tang arguments of state; put
 thyself into the trick of singularity. She thus advises thee that sighs for
 thee. Remember who commended thy yellow stockings, and wished to see thee ever
 cross-gartered. I say, remember. Go to, thou art made, if thou desir'st
 to be so. If not, let me see thee a steward still, the fellow of servants, and
 not worthy to touch Fortune's fingers. Farewell. She that would alter
 services with thee,<br/>
                      The Fortunate Unhappy.</i>
 </p>
 <p>
 Daylight and champian discovers not more! This is open. I will be proud, I will
 read politic authors, I will baffle Sir Toby, I will wash off gross
 acquaintance, I will be point-device, the very man. I do not now fool myself,
 to let imagination jade me; for every reason excites to this, that my lady
 loves me. She did commend my yellow stockings of late, she did praise my leg
 being cross-gartered, and in this she manifests herself to my love, and with a
 kind of injunction, drives me to these habits of her liking. I thank my stars,
 I am happy. I will be strange, stout, in yellow stockings, and cross-gartered,
-even with the swiftness of putting on. Jove and my stars be praised!&mdash;Here
+even with the swiftness of putting on. Jove and my stars be praised!&amp;mdash;Here
 is yet a postscript. [<i>Reads.</i>] <i>Thou canst not choose but know who I
 am. If thou entertain'st my love, let it appear in thy smiling; thy
 smiles become thee well. Therefore in my presence still smile, dear my sweet, I
 prithee.</i> Jove, I thank thee. I will smile, I will do everything that thou
 wilt have me.
 </p>
@@ Line 2,556: / Line 4,052: @@
 <p>FABIAN.<br/>
 I will not give my part of this sport for a pension of thousands to be paid
 from the Sophy.
 </p>
 <p>SIR TOBY.<br/>
 I could marry this wench for this device.
 </p>
 <p>SIR ANDREW.<br/>
 So could I too.
 </p>
 <p>SIR TOBY.<br/>
 And ask no other dowry with her but such another jest.
 </p>
@@ Line 2,575: / Line 4,080: @@
 <p>SIR ANDREW.<br/>
 Nor I neither.
 </p>
 <p>FABIAN.<br/>
 Here comes my noble gull-catcher.
 </p>
 <p>SIR TOBY.<br/>
 Wilt thou set thy foot o' my neck?
 </p>
 <p>SIR ANDREW.<br/>
 Or o' mine either?
 </p>
 <p>SIR TOBY.<br/>
 Shall I play my freedom at tray-trip, and become thy bond-slave?
 </p>
 <p>SIR ANDREW.<br/>
 I' faith, or I either?
 </p>
 <p>SIR TOBY.<br/>
 Why, thou hast put him in such a dream, that when the image of it leaves him
 he must run mad.
 </p>
 <p>MARIA.<br/>
 Nay, but say true, does it work upon him?
 </p>
 <p>SIR TOBY.<br/>
 Like aqua-vitae with a midwife.
 </p>
 <p>MARIA.<br/>
 If you will then see the fruits of the sport, mark his first approach before my
 lady: he will come to her in yellow stockings, and 'tis a colour she
 abhors, and cross-gartered, a fashion she detests; and he will smile upon her,
 which will now be so unsuitable to her disposition, being addicted to a
 melancholy as she is, that it cannot but turn him into a notable contempt. If
 you will see it, follow me.
 </p>
 <p>SIR TOBY.<br/>
 To the gates of Tartar, thou most excellent devil of wit!
 </p>
 <p>SIR ANDREW.<br/>
 I'll make one too.
 </p>
 <p class="right"> [<i>Exeunt.</i>]</p>
 <h3 id="sceneIII_361"> <b>ACT III.</b></h3>
@@ Line 2,639: / Line 4,170: @@
 <p class="scenedesc"> Enter <span class="charname">Viola</span> and
 <span class="charname">Clown</span> with a tabor.</p>
 <p>VIOLA.<br/>
 Save thee, friend, and thy music. Dost thou live by thy tabor?
 </p>
 <p>CLOWN.<br/>
 No, sir, I live by the church.
 </p>
 <p>VIOLA.<br/>
 Art thou a churchman?
 </p>
 <p>CLOWN.<br/>
 No such matter, sir. I do live by the church, for I do live at my house, and my
 house doth stand by the church.
 </p>
 <p>VIOLA.<br/>
 So thou mayst say the king lies by a beggar, if a beggar dwell near him; or the
 church stands by thy tabor, if thy tabor stand by the church.
 </p>
 <p>CLOWN.<br/>
 You have said, sir. To see this age! A sentence is but a chev'ril glove
 to a good wit. How quickly the wrong side may be turned outward!
 </p>
 <p>VIOLA.<br/>
 Nay, that's certain; they that dally nicely with words may quickly make
 them wanton.
 </p>
 <p>CLOWN.<br/>
 I would, therefore, my sister had had no name, sir.
 </p>
 <p>VIOLA.<br/>
 Why, man?
 </p>
 <p>CLOWN.<br/>
 Why, sir, her name's a word; and to dally with that word might make my
 sister wanton. But indeed, words are very rascals, since bonds disgraced them.
 </p>
 <p>VIOLA.<br/>
 Thy reason, man?
 </p>
 <p>CLOWN.<br/>
 Troth, sir, I can yield you none without words, and words are grown so false, I
 am loath to prove reason with them.
 </p>
 <p>VIOLA.<br/>
 I warrant thou art a merry fellow, and car'st for nothing.
 </p>
 <p>CLOWN.<br/>
 Not so, sir, I do care for something. But in my conscience, sir, I do not care
 for you. If that be to care for nothing, sir, I would it would make you
 invisible.
 </p>
 <p>VIOLA.<br/>
 Art not thou the Lady Olivia's fool?
 </p>
 <p>CLOWN.<br/>
 No, indeed, sir; the Lady Olivia has no folly. She will keep no fool, sir, till
 she be married, and fools are as like husbands as pilchards are to herrings,
 the husband's the bigger. I am indeed not her fool, but her corrupter
 of words.
 </p>
 <p>VIOLA.<br/>
 I saw thee late at the Count Orsino's.
 </p>
 <p>CLOWN.<br/>
 Foolery, sir, does walk about the orb like the sun; it shines everywhere. I
 would be sorry, sir, but the fool should be as oft with your master as with my
 mistress. I think I saw your wisdom there.
 </p>
 <p>VIOLA.<br/>
 Nay, and thou pass upon me, I'll no more with thee. Hold, there's
 expenses for thee.
 </p>
 <p>CLOWN.<br/>
 Now Jove, in his next commodity of hair, send thee a beard!
 </p>
 <p>VIOLA.<br/>
 By my troth, I'll tell thee, I am almost sick for one, though I would not
 have it grow on my chin. Is thy lady within?
 </p>
 <p>CLOWN.<br/>
 Would not a pair of these have bred, sir?
 </p>
 <p>VIOLA.<br/>
 Yes, being kept together, and put to use.
 </p>
 <p>CLOWN.<br/>
 I would play Lord Pandarus of Phrygia, sir, to bring a Cressida to this
 Troilus.
 </p>
 <p>VIOLA.<br/>
 I understand you, sir; 'tis well begged.
 </p>
 <p>CLOWN.<br/>
 The matter, I hope, is not great, sir, begging but a beggar: Cressida was a
 beggar. My lady is within, sir. I will conster to them whence you come; who
 you are and what you would are out of my welkin. I might say
-&ldquo;element&rdquo;, but the word is overworn.
+&amp;ldquo;element&amp;rdquo;, but the word is overworn.
 </p>
@@ Line 2,767: / Line 4,370: @@
 <p>VIOLA.<br/>
 This fellow is wise enough to play the fool,<br/>
 And to do that well, craves a kind of wit:<br/>
 He must observe their mood on whom he jests,<br/>
 The quality of persons, and the time,<br/>
 And like the haggard, check at every feather<br/>
 That comes before his eye. This is a practice<br/>
 As full of labour as a wise man's art:<br/>
 For folly, that he wisely shows, is fit;<br/>
 But wise men, folly-fall'n, quite taint their wit.
 </p>
 <p class="scenedesc"> Enter <span class="charname">Sir Toby</span> and
 <span class="charname">Sir Andrew</span>.</p>
 <p>SIR TOBY.<br/>
 Save you, gentleman.
 </p>
 <p>VIOLA.<br/>
 And you, sir.
 </p>
 <p>SIR ANDREW.<br/>
 <i>Dieu vous garde, monsieur.</i>
 </p>
 <p>VIOLA.<br/>
 <i>Et vous aussi; votre serviteur.</i>
 </p>
 <p>SIR ANDREW.<br/>
 I hope, sir, you are, and I am yours.
 </p>
 <p>SIR TOBY.<br/>
 Will you encounter the house? My niece is desirous you should enter, if your
 trade be to her.
 </p>
 <p>VIOLA.<br/>
 I am bound to your niece, sir, I mean, she is the list of my voyage.
 </p>
 <p>SIR TOBY.<br/>
 Taste your legs, sir, put them to motion.
 </p>
 <p>VIOLA.<br/>
 My legs do better understand me, sir, than I understand what you mean by
 bidding me taste my legs.
 </p>
 <p>SIR TOBY.<br/>
 I mean, to go, sir, to enter.
 </p>
 <p>VIOLA.<br/>
 I will answer you with gait and entrance: but we are prevented.
 </p>
 <p class="scenedesc"> Enter <span class="charname">Olivia</span> and
 <span class="charname">Maria</span>.</p>
 <p>Most excellent accomplished lady, the heavens rain odours on you!
 </p>
 <p>SIR ANDREW.<br/>
 That youth's a rare courtier. 'Rain odours,' well.
 </p>
 <p>VIOLA.<br/>
 My matter hath no voice, lady, but to your own most pregnant and vouchsafed
 car.
 </p>
 <p>SIR ANDREW.<br/>
 'Odours,' 'pregnant,' and
-'vouchsafed.'&mdash;I'll get 'em all three ready.
+'vouchsafed.'&amp;mdash;I'll get 'em all three ready.
 </p>
 <p>OLIVIA.<br/>
 Let the garden door be shut, and leave me to my hearing.
 </p>
 <p class="right"> [<i>Exeunt <span class="charname">Sir Toby, Sir Andrew</span> and
 <span class="charname">Maria</span>.</i>]</p>
 <p>Give me your hand, sir.
 </p>
 <p>VIOLA.<br/>
 My duty, madam, and most humble service.
 </p>
 <p>OLIVIA.<br/>
 What is your name?
 </p>
 <p>VIOLA.<br/>
 Cesario is your servant's name, fair princess.
 </p>
 <p>OLIVIA.<br/>
 My servant, sir! 'Twas never merry world,<br/>
 Since lowly feigning was call'd compliment:<br/>
 Y'are servant to the Count Orsino, youth.
 </p>
 <p>VIOLA.<br/>
 And he is yours, and his must needs be yours.<br/>
 Your servant's servant is your servant, madam.
 </p>
 <p>OLIVIA.<br/>
 For him, I think not on him: for his thoughts,<br/>
 Would they were blanks rather than fill'd with me!
 </p>
 <p>VIOLA.<br/>
 Madam, I come to whet your gentle thoughts<br/>
 On his behalf.
 </p>
 <p>OLIVIA.<br/>
 O, by your leave, I pray you.<br/>
 I bade you never speak again of him.<br/>
 But would you undertake another suit,<br/>
 I had rather hear you to solicit that<br/>
 Than music from the spheres.
 </p>
 <p>VIOLA.<br/>
-Dear lady&mdash;
+Dear lady&amp;mdash;
 </p>
 <p>OLIVIA.<br/>
 Give me leave, beseech you. I did send,<br/>
 After the last enchantment you did here,<br/>
 A ring in chase of you. So did I abuse<br/>
 Myself, my servant, and, I fear me, you.<br/>
 Under your hard construction must I sit;<br/>
 To force that on you in a shameful cunning,<br/>
 Which you knew none of yours. What might you think?<br/>
 Have you not set mine honour at the stake,<br/>
 And baited it with all th' unmuzzled thoughts<br/>
 That tyrannous heart can think? To one of your receiving<br/>
 Enough is shown. A cypress, not a bosom,<br/>
 Hides my heart: so let me hear you speak.
 </p>
 <p>VIOLA.<br/>
 I pity you.
 </p>
 <p>OLIVIA.<br/>
 That's a degree to love.
 </p>
 <p>VIOLA.<br/>
 No, not a grize; for 'tis a vulgar proof<br/>
 That very oft we pity enemies.
 </p>
 <p>OLIVIA.<br/>
 Why then methinks 'tis time to smile again.<br/>
 O world, how apt the poor are to be proud!<br/>
 If one should be a prey, how much the better<br/>
 To fall before the lion than the wolf! [<i>Clock strikes.</i>]<br/>
 The clock upbraids me with the waste of time.<br/>
 Be not afraid, good youth, I will not have you.<br/>
 And yet, when wit and youth is come to harvest,<br/>
 Your wife is like to reap a proper man.<br/>
 There lies your way, due west.
 </p>
 <p>VIOLA.<br/>
 Then westward ho!<br/>
 Grace and good disposition attend your ladyship!<br/>
 You'll nothing, madam, to my lord by me?
 </p>
 <p>OLIVIA.<br/>
 Stay:<br/>
 I prithee tell me what thou think'st of me.
 </p>
 <p>VIOLA.<br/>
 That you do think you are not what you are.
 </p>
 <p>OLIVIA.<br/>
 If I think so, I think the same of you.
 </p>
 <p>VIOLA.<br/>
 Then think you right; I am not what I am.
 </p>
 <p>OLIVIA.<br/>
 I would you were as I would have you be.
 </p>
 <p>VIOLA.<br/>
 Would it be better, madam, than I am?<br/>
 I wish it might, for now I am your fool.
 </p>
 <p>OLIVIA.<br/>
 O what a deal of scorn looks beautiful<br/>
 In the contempt and anger of his lip!<br/>
 A murd'rous guilt shows not itself more soon<br/>
 Than love that would seem hid. Love's night is noon.<br/>
 Cesario, by the roses of the spring,<br/>
 By maidhood, honour, truth, and everything,<br/>
 I love thee so, that maugre all thy pride,<br/>
 Nor wit nor reason can my passion hide.<br/>
 Do not extort thy reasons from this clause,<br/>
 For that I woo, thou therefore hast no cause;<br/>
 But rather reason thus with reason fetter:<br/>
 Love sought is good, but given unsought is better.
 </p>
 <p>VIOLA.<br/>
 By innocence I swear, and by my youth,<br/>
 I have one heart, one bosom, and one truth,<br/>
 And that no woman has; nor never none<br/>
 Shall mistress be of it, save I alone.<br/>
 And so adieu, good madam; never more<br/>
 Will I my master's tears to you deplore.
 </p>
 <p>OLIVIA.<br/>
 Yet come again: for thou perhaps mayst move<br/>
 That heart, which now abhors, to like his love.
 </p>
@@ Line 3,008: / Line 4,758: @@
 <p class="scenedesc"> Enter <span class="charname">Sir Toby, Sir Andrew</span>
 and <span class="charname">Fabian</span>.</p>
 <p>SIR ANDREW.<br/>
 No, faith, I'll not stay a jot longer.
 </p>
 <p>SIR TOBY.<br/>
 Thy reason, dear venom, give thy reason.
 </p>
 <p>FABIAN.<br/>
 You must needs yield your reason, Sir Andrew.
 </p>
 <p>SIR ANDREW.<br/>
 Marry, I saw your niece do more favours to the Count's servingman than
 ever she bestowed upon me; I saw't i' th' orchard.
 </p>
 <p>SIR TOBY.<br/>
 Did she see thee the while, old boy? Tell me that.
 </p>
 <p>SIR ANDREW.<br/>
 As plain as I see you now.
 </p>
 <p>FABIAN.<br/>
 This was a great argument of love in her toward you.
 </p>
 <p>SIR ANDREW.<br/>
 'Slight! will you make an ass o' me?
 </p>
 <p>FABIAN.<br/>
 I will prove it legitimate, sir, upon the oaths of judgment and reason.
 </p>
 <p>SIR TOBY.<br/>
 And they have been grand-jurymen since before Noah was a sailor.
 </p>
 <p>FABIAN.<br/>
 She did show favour to the youth in your sight only to exasperate you, to awake
 your dormouse valour, to put fire in your heart and brimstone in your liver.
 You should then have accosted her, and with some excellent jests, fire-new from
 the mint, you should have banged the youth into dumbness. This was looked for
 at your hand, and this was balked: the double gilt of this opportunity you let
 time wash off, and you are now sailed into the north of my lady's
 opinion; where you will hang like an icicle on Dutchman's beard, unless
 you do redeem it by some laudable attempt, either of valour or policy.
 </p>
 <p>SIR ANDREW.<br/>
 And't be any way, it must be with valour, for policy I hate; I had as
 lief be a Brownist as a politician.
 </p>
 <p>SIR TOBY.<br/>
 Why, then, build me thy fortunes upon the basis of valour. Challenge me the
 Count's youth to fight with him. Hurt him in eleven places; my niece
 shall take note of it, and assure thyself there is no love-broker in the world
 can more prevail in man's commendation with woman than report of valour.
 </p>
 <p>FABIAN.<br/>
 There is no way but this, Sir Andrew.
 </p>
 <p>SIR ANDREW.<br/>
 Will either of you bear me a challenge to him?
 </p>
 <p>SIR TOBY.<br/>
 Go, write it in a martial hand, be curst and brief; it is no matter how witty,
 so it be eloquent and full of invention. Taunt him with the licence of ink. If
 thou 'thou'st' him some thrice, it shall not be amiss, and as
 many lies as will lie in thy sheet of paper, although the sheet were big enough
 for the bed of Ware in England, set 'em down. Go about it. Let there be
 gall enough in thy ink, though thou write with a goose-pen, no matter. About
 it.
 </p>
 <p>SIR ANDREW.<br/>
 Where shall I find you?
 </p>
 <p>SIR TOBY.<br/>
 We'll call thee at the cubiculo. Go.
 </p>
@@ Line 3,103: / Line 4,908: @@
 <p>FABIAN.<br/>
 This is a dear manikin to you, Sir Toby.
 </p>
 <p>SIR TOBY.<br/>
 I have been dear to him, lad, some two thousand strong, or so.
 </p>
 <p>FABIAN.<br/>
 We shall have a rare letter from him; but you'll not deliver it.
 </p>
 <p>SIR TOBY.<br/>
 Never trust me then. And by all means stir on the youth to an answer. I think
 oxen and wainropes cannot hale them together. For Andrew, if he were opened and
 you find so much blood in his liver as will clog the foot of a flea, I'll
 eat the rest of th' anatomy.
 </p>
 <p>FABIAN.<br/>
 And his opposite, the youth, bears in his visage no great presage of cruelty.
 </p>
@@ Line 3,128: / Line 4,946: @@
 <p>SIR TOBY.<br/>
 Look where the youngest wren of nine comes.
 </p>
 <p>MARIA.<br/>
 If you desire the spleen, and will laugh yourselves into stitches, follow me.
 Yond gull Malvolio is turned heathen, a very renegado; for there is no
 Christian that means to be saved by believing rightly can ever believe such
 impossible passages of grossness. He's in yellow stockings.
 </p>
 <p>SIR TOBY.<br/>
 And cross-gartered?
 </p>
 <p>MARIA.<br/>
 Most villainously; like a pedant that keeps a school i' th' church.
 I have dogged him like his murderer. He does obey every point of the letter
 that I dropped to betray him. He does smile his face into more lines than is in
 the new map with the augmentation of the Indies. You have not seen such a
 thing as 'tis. I  can hardly forbear hurling things at him. I know my
 lady will strike him. If she do, he'll smile and take't for a great
 favour.
 </p>
 <p>SIR TOBY.<br/>
 Come, bring us, bring us where he is.
 </p>
@@ Line 3,161: / Line 4,998: @@
 <p class="scenedesc"> Enter <span class="charname">Sebastian</span> and
 <span class="charname">Antonio</span>.</p>
 <p>SEBASTIAN.<br/>
 I would not by my will have troubled you,<br/>
 But since you make your pleasure of your pains,<br/>
 I will no further chide you.
 </p>
 <p>ANTONIO.<br/>
 I could not stay behind you: my desire,<br/>
 More sharp than filed steel, did spur me forth;<br/>
 And not all love to see you, though so much,<br/>
 As might have drawn one to a longer voyage,<br/>
 But jealousy what might befall your travel,<br/>
 Being skilless in these parts; which to a stranger,<br/>
 Unguided and unfriended, often prove<br/>
 Rough and unhospitable. My willing love,<br/>
 The rather by these arguments of fear,<br/>
 Set forth in your pursuit.
 </p>
 <p>SEBASTIAN.<br/>
 My kind Antonio,<br/>
 I can no other answer make but thanks,<br/>
 And thanks, and ever thanks; and oft good turns<br/>
 Are shuffled off with such uncurrent pay.<br/>
 But were my worth, as is my conscience, firm,<br/>
 You should find better dealing. What's to do?<br/>
 Shall we go see the relics of this town?
 </p>
 <p>ANTONIO.<br/>
 Tomorrow, sir; best first go see your lodging.
 </p>
 <p>SEBASTIAN.<br/>
 I am not weary, and 'tis long to night;<br/>
 I pray you, let us satisfy our eyes<br/>
 With the memorials and the things of fame<br/>
 That do renown this city.
 </p>
 <p>ANTONIO.<br/>
 Would you'd pardon me.<br/>
 I do not without danger walk these streets.<br/>
 Once in a sea-fight, 'gainst the Count his galleys,<br/>
 I did some service, of such note indeed,<br/>
 That were I ta'en here, it would scarce be answer'd.
 </p>
 <p>SEBASTIAN.<br/>
 Belike you slew great number of his people.
 </p>
 <p>ANTONIO.<br/>
 Th' offence is not of such a bloody nature,<br/>
 Albeit the quality of the time and quarrel<br/>
 Might well have given us bloody argument.<br/>
 It might have since been answered in repaying<br/>
 What we took from them, which for traffic's sake,<br/>
 Most of our city did. Only myself stood out,<br/>
 For which, if I be lapsed in this place,<br/>
 I shall pay dear.
 </p>
 <p>SEBASTIAN.<br/>
 Do not then walk too open.
 </p>
 <p>ANTONIO.<br/>
 It doth not fit me. Hold, sir, here's my purse.<br/>
 In the south suburbs, at the Elephant,<br/>
 Is best to lodge. I will bespeak our diet<br/>
 Whiles you beguile the time and feed your knowledge<br/>
 With viewing of the town. There shall you have me.
 </p>
 <p>SEBASTIAN.<br/>
 Why I your purse?
 </p>
 <p>ANTONIO.<br/>
 Haply your eye shall light upon some toy<br/>
 You have desire to purchase; and your store,<br/>
 I think, is not for idle markets, sir.
 </p>
 <p>SEBASTIAN.<br/>
 I'll be your purse-bearer, and leave you for an hour.
 </p>
 <p>ANTONIO.<br/>
 To th' Elephant.
 </p>
 <p>SEBASTIAN.<br/>
 I do remember.
 </p>
@@ Line 3,265: / Line 5,170: @@
 <p class="scenedesc"> Enter <span class="charname">Olivia</span> and
 <span class="charname">Maria</span>.</p>
 <p>OLIVIA.<br/>
 I have sent after him. He says he'll come;<br/>
 How shall I feast him? What bestow of him?<br/>
 For youth is bought more oft than begg'd or borrow'd.<br/>
-I speak too loud.&mdash;<br/>
-Where's Malvolio?&mdash;He is sad and civil,<br/>
+I speak too loud.&amp;mdash;<br/>
+Where's Malvolio?&amp;mdash;He is sad and civil,<br/>
 And suits well for a servant with my fortunes;<br/>
 Where is Malvolio?
 </p>
 <p>MARIA.<br/>
 He's coming, madam:<br/>
 But in very strange manner. He is sure possessed, madam.
 </p>
 <p>OLIVIA.<br/>
 Why, what's the matter? Does he rave?
 </p>
 <p>MARIA.<br/>
 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.
 </p>
 <p>OLIVIA.<br/>
 Go call him hither. I'm as mad as he,<br/>
 If sad and merry madness equal be.
 </p>
@@ Line 3,299: / Line 5,224: @@
 <p>How now, Malvolio?
 </p>
 <p>MALVOLIO.<br/>
 Sweet lady, ho, ho!
 </p>
 <p>OLIVIA.<br/>
 Smil'st thou? I sent for thee upon a sad occasion.
 </p>
 <p>MALVOLIO.<br/>
 Sad, lady? I could be sad: this does make some obstruction in the blood, this
 cross-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.'
 </p>
 <p>OLIVIA.<br/>
 Why, how dost thou, man? What is the matter with thee?
 </p>
 <p>MALVOLIO.<br/>
 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.
 </p>
 <p>OLIVIA.<br/>
 Wilt thou go to bed, Malvolio?
 </p>
 <p>MALVOLIO.<br/>
 To bed? Ay, sweetheart, and I'll come to thee.
 </p>
 <p>OLIVIA.<br/>
 God comfort thee! Why dost thou smile so, and kiss thy hand so oft?
 </p>
 <p>MARIA.<br/>
 How do you, Malvolio?
 </p>
 <p>MALVOLIO.<br/>
 At your request? Yes, nightingales answer daws!
 </p>
 <p>MARIA.<br/>
 Why appear you with this ridiculous boldness before my lady?
 </p>
 <p>MALVOLIO.<br/>
 'Be not afraid of greatness.' 'Twas well writ.
 </p>
 <p>OLIVIA.<br/>
 What mean'st thou by that, Malvolio?
 </p>
 <p>MALVOLIO.<br/>
-'Some are born great'&mdash;
+'Some are born great'&amp;mdash;
 </p>
 <p>OLIVIA.<br/>
 Ha?
 </p>
 <p>MALVOLIO.<br/>
-'Some achieve greatness'&mdash;
+'Some achieve greatness'&amp;mdash;
 </p>
 <p>OLIVIA.<br/>
 What say'st thou?
 </p>
 <p>MALVOLIO.<br/>
 'And some have greatness thrust upon them.'
 </p>
 <p>OLIVIA.<br/>
 Heaven restore thee!
 </p>
 <p>MALVOLIO.<br/>
-'Remember who commended thy yellow stockings'&mdash;
+'Remember who commended thy yellow stockings'&amp;mdash;
 </p>
 <p>OLIVIA.<br/>
 Thy yellow stockings?
 </p>
 <p>MALVOLIO.<br/>
 'And wished to see thee cross-gartered.'
 </p>
 <p>OLIVIA.<br/>
 Cross-gartered?
 </p>
 <p>MALVOLIO.<br/>
-'Go to: thou art made, if thou desir'st to be so:'&mdash;
+'Go to: thou art made, if thou desir'st to be so:'&amp;mdash;
 </p>
 <p>OLIVIA.<br/>
 Am I made?
 </p>
 <p>MALVOLIO.<br/>
 'If not, let me see thee a servant still.'
 </p>
 <p>OLIVIA.<br/>
 Why, this is very midsummer madness.
 </p>
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 <p>SERVANT.<br/>
 Madam, the young gentleman of the Count Orsino's is returned; I could
 hardly entreat him back. He attends your ladyship's pleasure.
 </p>
 <p>OLIVIA.<br/>
 I'll come to him.
 </p>
@@ Line 3,426: / Line 5,414: @@
 <p>Good Maria, let this fellow be looked to. 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.
 </p>
 <p class="right"> [<i>Exeunt <span class="charname">Olivia</span> and
 <span class="charname">Maria</span>.</i>]</p>
 <p>MALVOLIO.<br/>
 O ho, do you come near me now? No worse man than Sir Toby to look to me. This
 concurs directly with the letter: she sends him on purpose, that I may appear
 stubborn to him; for she incites me to that in the letter. 'Cast thy
 humble slough,' says she; 'be opposite with a kinsman, surly with
 servants, let thy tongue tang with arguments of state, put thyself into the
 trick of singularity,' and consequently, sets down the manner how: as, a
 sad face, a reverend carriage, a slow tongue, in the habit of some sir of note,
 and so forth. I have limed her, but it is Jove's doing, and Jove make me
 thankful! And when she went away now, 'Let this fellow be looked
 to;' 'Fellow!' not 'Malvolio', nor after my
 degree, but 'fellow'. Why, everything adheres together, that no
 dram of a scruple, no scruple of a scruple, no obstacle, no incredulous or
 unsafe circumstance. What can be said? Nothing that can be can come between me
 and the full prospect of my hopes. Well, Jove, not I, is the doer of this, and
 he is to be thanked.
 </p>
 <p class="scenedesc"> Enter <span class="charname">Sir Toby, Fabian</span> and
 <span class="charname">Maria</span>.</p>
 <p>SIR TOBY.<br/>
 Which way is he, in the name of sanctity? If all the devils of hell be drawn in
 little, and Legion himself possessed him, yet I'll speak to him.
 </p>
 <p>FABIAN.<br/>
 Here he is, here he is. How is't with you, sir? How is't with you,
 man?
 </p>
 <p>MALVOLIO.<br/>
 Go off, I discard you. Let me enjoy my private. Go off.
 </p>
 <p>MARIA.<br/>
 Lo, how hollow the fiend speaks within him! Did not I tell you? Sir Toby, my
 lady prays you to have a care of him.
 </p>
 <p>MALVOLIO.<br/>
 Ah, ha! does she so?
 </p>
 <p>SIR TOBY.<br/>
 Go to, go to; peace, peace, we must deal gently with him. Let me alone. How do
 you, Malvolio? How is't with you? What, man! defy the devil! Consider,
 he's an enemy to mankind.
 </p>
 <p>MALVOLIO.<br/>
 Do you know what you say?
 </p>
 <p>MARIA.<br/>
 La you, an you speak ill of the devil, how he takes it at heart! Pray God he be
 not bewitched.
 </p>
 <p>FABIAN.<br/>
 Carry his water to th' wise woman.
 </p>
 <p>MARIA.<br/>
 Marry, and it shall be done tomorrow morning, if I live. My lady would not
 lose him for more than I'll say.
 </p>
 <p>MALVOLIO.<br/>
 How now, mistress!
 </p>
 <p>MARIA.<br/>
 O Lord!
 </p>
 <p>SIR TOBY.<br/>
 Prithee hold thy peace, this is not the way. Do you not see you move him? Let
 me alone with him.
 </p>
 <p>FABIAN.<br/>
 No way but gentleness, gently, gently. The fiend is rough, and will not be
 roughly used.
 </p>
 <p>SIR TOBY.<br/>
 Why, how now, my bawcock? How dost thou, chuck?
 </p>
 <p>MALVOLIO.<br/>
 Sir!
 </p>
 <p>SIR TOBY.<br/>
 Ay, biddy, come with me. What, man, 'tis not for gravity to play at
 cherry-pit with Satan. Hang him, foul collier!
 </p>
 <p>MARIA.<br/>
 Get him to say his prayers, good Sir Toby, get him to pray.
 </p>
 <p>MALVOLIO.<br/>
 My prayers, minx?
 </p>
 <p>MARIA.<br/>
 No, I warrant you, he will not hear of godliness.
 </p>
 <p>MALVOLIO.<br/>
 Go, hang yourselves all! You are idle, shallow things. I am not of your element.
 You shall know more hereafter.
 </p>
@@ Line 3,552: / Line 5,614: @@
 <p>SIR TOBY.<br/>
 Is't possible?
 </p>
 <p>FABIAN.<br/>
 If this were played upon a stage now, I could condemn it as an improbable
 fiction.
 </p>
 <p>SIR TOBY.<br/>
 His very genius hath taken the infection of the device, man.
 </p>
 <p>MARIA.<br/>
 Nay, pursue him now, lest the device take air and taint.
 </p>
 <p>FABIAN.<br/>
 Why, we shall make him mad indeed.
 </p>
 <p>MARIA.<br/>
 The house will be the quieter.
 </p>
 <p>SIR TOBY.<br/>
 Come, we'll have him in a dark room and bound. My niece is already in the
 belief that he's mad. We may carry it thus for our pleasure, and his
 penance, till our very pastime, tired out of breath, prompt us to have mercy on
 him, at which time we will bring the device to the bar, and crown thee for a
 finder of madmen. But see, but see!
 </p>
@@ Line 3,587: / Line 5,668: @@
 <p>FABIAN.<br/>
 More matter for a May morning.
 </p>
 <p>SIR ANDREW.<br/>
 Here's the challenge, read it. I warrant there's vinegar and pepper
 in't.
 </p>
 <p>FABIAN.<br/>
 Is't so saucy?
 </p>
 <p>SIR ANDREW.<br/>
 Ay, is't, I warrant him. Do but read.
 </p>
 <p>SIR TOBY.<br/>
 Give me. [<i>Reads.</i>] <i>Youth, whatsoever thou art, thou art but a scurvy
 fellow.</i>
 </p>
 <p>FABIAN.<br/>
 Good, and valiant.
 </p>
 <p>SIR TOBY.<br/>
 <i>Wonder not, nor admire not in thy mind, why I do call thee so, for I will
 show thee no reason for't.</i>
 </p>
 <p>FABIAN.<br/>
 A good note, that keeps you from the blow of the law.
 </p>
 <p>SIR TOBY.<br/>
 <i>Thou comest to the Lady Olivia, and in my sight she uses thee kindly: but
 thou liest in thy throat; that is not the matter I challenge thee for.</i>
 </p>
 <p>FABIAN.<br/>
-Very brief, and to exceeding good sense&mdash;less.
+Very brief, and to exceeding good sense&amp;mdash;less.
 </p>
 <p>SIR TOBY.<br/>
 <i>I will waylay thee going home; where if it be thy chance to kill
-me&mdash;</i>
+me&amp;mdash;</i>
 </p>
 <p>FABIAN.<br/>
 Good.
 </p>
 <p>SIR TOBY.<br/>
 <i>Thou kill'st me like a rogue and a villain.</i>
 </p>
 <p>FABIAN.<br/>
 Still you keep o' th' windy side of the law. Good.
 </p>
 <p>SIR TOBY.<br/>
 <i>Fare thee well, and God have mercy upon one of our souls! He may have mercy
 upon mine, but my hope is better, and so look to thyself. Thy friend, as thou
 usest him, and thy sworn enemy,<br/>
                          Andrew Aguecheek.</i><br/>
 If this letter move him not, his legs cannot. I'll give't him.
 </p>
 <p>MARIA.<br/>
 You may have very fit occasion for't. He is now in some commerce with my
 lady, and will by and by depart.
 </p>
 <p>SIR TOBY.<br/>
 Go, Sir Andrew. Scout me for him at the corner of the orchard, like a
 bum-baily. So soon as ever thou seest him, draw, and as thou draw'st,
 swear horrible, for it comes to pass oft that a terrible oath, with a
 swaggering accent sharply twanged off, gives manhood more approbation than ever
 proof itself would have earned him. Away.
 </p>
 <p>SIR ANDREW.<br/>
 Nay, let me alone for swearing.
 </p>
@@ Line 3,675: / Line 5,806: @@
 <p>SIR TOBY.<br/>
 Now will not I deliver his letter, for the behaviour of the young gentleman
 gives him out to be of good capacity and breeding; his employment between his
 lord and my niece confirms no less. Therefore this letter, being so excellently
 ignorant, will breed no terror in the youth. He will find it comes from a
 clodpole. But, sir, I will deliver his challenge by word of mouth, set upon
 Aguecheek notable report of valour, and drive the gentleman (as I know his
 youth will aptly receive it) into a most hideous opinion of his rage, skill,
 fury, and impetuosity. This will so fright them both that they will kill one
 another by the look, like cockatrices.
 </p>
 <p class="scenedesc"> Enter <span class="charname">Olivia</span> and
 <span class="charname">Viola</span>.</p>
 <p>FABIAN.<br/>
 Here he comes with your niece; give them way till he take leave, and presently
 after him.
 </p>
 <p>SIR TOBY.<br/>
 I will meditate the while upon some horrid message for a challenge.
 </p>
 <p class="right"> [<i>Exeunt <span class="charname">Sir Toby, Fabian</span> and
 <span class="charname">Maria</span>.</i>]</p>
 <p>OLIVIA.<br/>
 I have said too much unto a heart of stone,<br/>
 And laid mine honour too unchary on't:<br/>
 There's something in me that reproves my fault:<br/>
 But such a headstrong potent fault it is,<br/>
 That it but mocks reproof.
 </p>
 <p>VIOLA.<br/>
 With the same 'haviour that your passion bears<br/>
 Goes on my master's griefs.
 </p>
 <p>OLIVIA.<br/>
 Here, wear this jewel for me, 'tis my picture.<br/>
 Refuse it not, it hath no tongue to vex you.<br/>
 And I beseech you come again tomorrow.<br/>
 What shall you ask of me that I'll deny,<br/>
 That honour sav'd, may upon asking give?
 </p>
 <p>VIOLA.<br/>
 Nothing but this, your true love for my master.
 </p>
 <p>OLIVIA.<br/>
 How with mine honour may I give him that<br/>
 Which I have given to you?
 </p>
 <p>VIOLA.<br/>
 I will acquit you.
 </p>
 <p>OLIVIA.<br/>
 Well, come again tomorrow. Fare thee well;<br/>
 A fiend like thee might bear my soul to hell.
 </p>
@@ Line 3,743: / Line 5,916: @@
 <p class="scenedesc"> Enter <span class="charname">Sir Toby</span> and
 <span class="charname">Fabian</span>.</p>
 <p>SIR TOBY.<br/>
 Gentleman, God save thee.
 </p>
 <p>VIOLA.<br/>
 And you, sir.
 </p>
 <p>SIR TOBY.<br/>
 That defence thou hast, betake thee to't. Of what nature the wrongs are
 thou hast done him, I know not, but thy intercepter, full of despite, bloody as
 the hunter, attends thee at the orchard end. Dismount thy tuck, be yare in thy
 preparation, for thy assailant is quick, skilful, and deadly.
 </p>
 <p>VIOLA.<br/>
 You mistake, sir; I am sure no man hath any quarrel to me. My remembrance is
 very free and clear from any image of offence done to any man.
 </p>
 <p>SIR TOBY.<br/>
 You'll find it otherwise, I assure you. Therefore, if you hold your life
 at any price, betake you to your guard, for your opposite hath in him what
 youth, strength, skill, and wrath, can furnish man withal.
 </p>
 <p>VIOLA.<br/>
 I pray you, sir, what is he?
 </p>
 <p>SIR TOBY.<br/>
 He is knight, dubbed with unhatched rapier, and on carpet consideration, but he
 is a devil in private brawl. Souls and bodies hath he divorced three, and his
 incensement at this moment is so implacable that satisfaction can be none but
 by pangs of death and sepulchre. Hob, nob is his word; give't or
 take't.
 </p>
 <p>VIOLA.<br/>
 I will return again into the house and desire some conduct of the lady. I am no
 fighter. I have heard of some kind of men that put quarrels purposely on others
 to taste their valour: belike this is a man of that quirk.
 </p>
 <p>SIR TOBY.<br/>
 Sir, no. His indignation derives itself out of a very competent injury;
 therefore, get you on and give him his desire. Back you shall not to the house,
 unless you undertake that with me which with as much safety you might answer
 him. Therefore on, or strip your sword stark naked, for meddle you must,
 that's certain, or forswear to wear iron about you.
 </p>
 <p>VIOLA.<br/>
 This is as uncivil as strange. I beseech you, do me this courteous office, as
 to know of the knight what my offence to him is. It is something of my
 negligence, nothing of my purpose.
 </p>
 <p>SIR TOBY.<br/>
 I will do so. Signior Fabian, stay you by this gentleman till my return.
 </p>
@@ Line 3,810: / Line 6,024: @@
 <p>VIOLA.<br/>
 Pray you, sir, do you know of this matter?
 </p>
 <p>FABIAN.<br/>
 I know the knight is incensed against you, even to a mortal arbitrement, but
 nothing of the circumstance more.
 </p>
 <p>VIOLA.<br/>
 I beseech you, what manner of man is he?
 </p>
 <p>FABIAN.<br/>
 Nothing of that wonderful promise, to read him by his form, as you are like to
 find him in the proof of his valour. He is indeed, sir, the most skilful,
 bloody, and fatal opposite that you could possibly have found in any part of
 Illyria. Will you walk towards him? I will make your peace with him if I can.
 </p>
 <p>VIOLA.<br/>
 I shall be much bound to you for't. I am one that had rather go with sir
 priest than sir knight: I care not who knows so much of my mettle.
 </p>
@@ Line 3,837: / Line 6,066: @@
 <p class="scenedesc"> Enter <span class="charname">Sir Toby</span> and
 <span class="charname">Sir Andrew</span>.</p>
 <p>SIR TOBY.<br/>
 Why, man, he's a very devil. I have not seen such a firago. I had a pass
 with him, rapier, scabbard, and all, and he gives me the stuck-in with such a
 mortal motion that it is inevitable; and on the answer, he pays you as surely
 as your feet hits the ground they step on. They say he has been fencer to the
 Sophy.
 </p>
 <p>SIR ANDREW.<br/>
 Pox on't, I'll not meddle with him.
 </p>
 <p>SIR TOBY.<br/>
 Ay, but he will not now be pacified: Fabian can scarce hold him yonder.
 </p>
 <p>SIR ANDREW.<br/>
 Plague on't, an I thought he had been valiant, and so cunning in fence,
 I'd have seen him damned ere I'd have challenged him. Let him let
 the matter slip, and I'll give him my horse, grey Capilet.
 </p>
 <p>SIR TOBY.<br/>
 I'll make the motion. Stand here, make a good show on't. This shall
 end without the perdition of souls. [<i>Aside.</i>] Marry, I'll ride your
 horse as well as I ride you.
 </p>
 <p class="scenedesc"> Enter <span class="charname">Fabian</span> and
 <span class="charname">Viola</span>.</p>
 <p>
 [<i>To Fabian.</i>] I have his horse to take up the quarrel. I have persuaded
 him the youth's a devil.
 </p>
 <p>FABIAN.<br/>
 He is as horribly conceited of him, and pants and looks pale, as if a bear were
 at his heels.
 </p>
 <p>SIR TOBY.<br/>
 There's no remedy, sir, he will fight with you for's oath sake.
 Marry, he hath better bethought him of his quarrel, and he finds that now
 scarce to be worth talking of. Therefore, draw for the supportance of his vow;
 he protests he will not hurt you.
 </p>
 <p>VIOLA.<br/>
 [<i>Aside.</i>] Pray God defend me! A little thing would make me tell them how
 much I lack of a man.
 </p>
 <p>FABIAN.<br/>
 Give ground if you see him furious.
 </p>
 <p>SIR TOBY.<br/>
 Come, Sir Andrew, there's no remedy, the gentleman will for his
 honour's sake have one bout with you. He cannot by the duello avoid it;
 but he has promised me, as he is a gentleman and a soldier, he will not hurt
 you. Come on: to't.
 </p>
 <p>SIR ANDREW.<br/>
 [<i>Draws.</i>] Pray God he keep his oath!
 </p>
@@ Line 3,910: / Line 6,182: @@
 <p>VIOLA.<br/>
 [<i>Draws.</i>] I do assure you 'tis against my will.
 </p>
 <p>ANTONIO.<br/>
 Put up your sword. If this young gentleman<br/>
 Have done offence, I take the fault on me.<br/>
 If you offend him, I for him defy you.
 </p>
 <p>SIR TOBY.<br/>
 You, sir? Why, what are you?
 </p>
 <p>ANTONIO.<br/>
 [<i>Draws.</i>] One, sir, that for his love dares yet do more<br/>
 Than you have heard him brag to you he will.
 </p>
 <p>SIR TOBY.<br/>
 [<i>Draws.</i>] Nay, if you be an undertaker, I am for you.
 </p>
@@ Line 3,935: / Line 6,220: @@
 <p>FABIAN.<br/>
 O good Sir Toby, hold! Here come the officers.
 </p>
 <p>SIR TOBY.<br/>
 [<i>To Antonio.</i>] I'll be with you anon.
 </p>
 <p>VIOLA.<br/>
 [<i>To Sir Andrew.</i>] Pray, sir, put your sword up, if you please.
 </p>
 <p>SIR ANDREW.<br/>
 Marry, will I, sir; and for that I promised you, I'll be as good as my
 word. He will bear you easily, and reins well.
 </p>
 <p>FIRST OFFICER.<br/>
 This is the man; do thy office.
 </p>
 <p>SECOND OFFICER.<br/>
 Antonio, I arrest thee at the suit<br/>
 Of Count Orsino.
 </p>
 <p>ANTONIO.<br/>
 You do mistake me, sir.
 </p>
 <p>FIRST OFFICER.<br/>
 No, sir, no jot. I know your favour well,<br/>
-Though now you have no sea-cap on your head.&mdash;<br/>
+Though now you have no sea-cap on your head.&amp;mdash;<br/>
 Take him away, he knows I know him well.
 </p>
 <p>ANTONIO.<br/>
 I must obey. This comes with seeking you;<br/>
 But there's no remedy, I shall answer it.<br/>
 What will you do? Now my necessity<br/>
 Makes me to ask you for my purse. It grieves me<br/>
 Much more for what I cannot do for you,<br/>
 Than what befalls myself. You stand amaz'd,<br/>
 But be of comfort.
 </p>
 <p>SECOND OFFICER.<br/>
 Come, sir, away.
 </p>
 <p>ANTONIO.<br/>
 I must entreat of you some of that money.
 </p>
 <p>VIOLA.<br/>
 What money, sir?<br/>
 For the fair kindness you have show'd me here,<br/>
 And part being prompted by your present trouble,<br/>
 Out of my lean and low ability<br/>
 I'll lend you something. My having is not much;<br/>
 I'll make division of my present with you.<br/>
 Hold, there's half my coffer.
 </p>
 <p>ANTONIO.<br/>
 Will you deny me now?<br/>
 Is't possible that my deserts to you<br/>
 Can lack persuasion? Do not tempt my misery,<br/>
 Lest that it make me so unsound a man<br/>
 As to upbraid you with those kindnesses<br/>
 That I have done for you.
 </p>
 <p>VIOLA.<br/>
 I know of none,<br/>
 Nor know I you by voice or any feature.<br/>
 I hate ingratitude more in a man<br/>
 Than lying, vainness, babbling, drunkenness,<br/>
 Or any taint of vice whose strong corruption<br/>
 Inhabits our frail blood.
 </p>
 <p>ANTONIO.<br/>
 O heavens themselves!
 </p>
 <p>SECOND OFFICER.<br/>
 Come, sir, I pray you go.
 </p>
 <p>ANTONIO.<br/>
 Let me speak a little. This youth that you see here<br/>
 I snatch'd one half out of the jaws of death,<br/>
 Reliev'd him with such sanctity of love;<br/>
 And to his image, which methought did promise<br/>
 Most venerable worth, did I devotion.
 </p>
 <p>FIRST OFFICER.<br/>
 What's that to us? The time goes by. Away!
 </p>
 <p>ANTONIO.<br/>
 But O how vile an idol proves this god!<br/>
 Thou hast, Sebastian, done good feature shame.<br/>
 In nature there's no blemish but the mind;<br/>
 None can be call'd deform'd but the unkind.<br/>
 Virtue is beauty, but the beauteous evil<br/>
 Are empty trunks, o'erflourished by the devil.
 </p>
 <p>FIRST OFFICER.<br/>
 The man grows mad, away with him. Come, come, sir.
 </p>
 <p>ANTONIO.<br/>
 Lead me on.
 </p>
@@ Line 4,056: / Line 6,418: @@
 <p>VIOLA.<br/>
 Methinks his words do from such passion fly<br/>
 That he believes himself; so do not I.<br/>
 Prove true, imagination, O prove true,<br/>
 That I, dear brother, be now ta'en for you!
 </p>
 <p>SIR TOBY.<br/>
 Come hither, knight; come hither, Fabian. We'll whisper o'er a
 couplet or two of most sage saws.
 </p>
 <p>VIOLA.<br/>
 He nam'd Sebastian. I my brother know<br/>
 Yet living in my glass; even such and so<br/>
 In favour was my brother, and he went<br/>
 Still in this fashion, colour, ornament,<br/>
 For him I imitate. O if it prove,<br/>
 Tempests are kind, and salt waves fresh in love!
 </p>
@@ Line 4,079: / Line 6,456: @@
 <p>SIR TOBY.<br/>
 A very dishonest paltry boy, and more a coward than a hare. His dishonesty
 appears in leaving his friend here in necessity, and denying him; and for his
 cowardship, ask Fabian.
 </p>
 <p>FABIAN.<br/>
 A coward, a most devout coward, religious in it.
 </p>
 <p>SIR ANDREW.<br/>
 'Slid, I'll after him again and beat him.
 </p>
 <p>SIR TOBY.<br/>
 Do, cuff him soundly, but never draw thy sword.
 </p>
 <p>SIR ANDREW.<br/>
-And I do not&mdash;
+And I do not&amp;mdash;
 </p>
@@ Line 4,103: / Line 6,492: @@
 <p>FABIAN.<br/>
 Come, let's see the event.
 </p>
 <p>SIR TOBY.<br/>
 I dare lay any money 'twill be nothing yet.
 </p>
 <p class="right"> [<i>Exeunt.</i>]</p>
 <h3 id="sceneIV_361"> <b>ACT IV.</b></h3>
@@ Line 4,121: / Line 6,510: @@
 <p class="scenedesc"> Enter <span class="charname">Sebastian</span> and
 <span class="charname">Clown</span>.</p>
 <p>CLOWN.<br/>
 Will you make me believe that I am not sent for you?
 </p>
 <p>SEBASTIAN.<br/>
 Go to, go to, thou art a foolish fellow.<br/>
 Let me be clear of thee.
 </p>
 <p>CLOWN.<br/>
 Well held out, i' faith! No, I do not know you, nor I am not sent to you
 by my lady, to bid you come speak with her; nor your name is not Master
 Cesario; nor this is not my nose neither. Nothing that is so, is so.
 </p>
 <p>SEBASTIAN.<br/>
 I prithee vent thy folly somewhere else,<br/>
 Thou know'st not me.
 </p>
 <p>CLOWN.<br/>
 Vent my folly! He has heard that word of some great man, and now applies it to
 a fool. Vent my folly! I am afraid this great lubber, the world, will prove a
 cockney. I prithee now, ungird thy strangeness, and tell me what I shall vent
 to my lady. Shall I vent to her that thou art coming?
 </p>
 <p>SEBASTIAN.<br/>
 I prithee, foolish Greek, depart from me.<br/>
 There's money for thee; if you tarry longer<br/>
 I shall give worse payment.
 </p>
 <p>CLOWN.<br/>
 By my troth, thou hast an open hand. These wise men that give fools money get
-themselves a good report&mdash;after fourteen years' purchase.
+themselves a good report&amp;mdash;after fourteen years' purchase.
 </p>
 <p class="scenedesc"> Enter <span class="charname">Sir Andrew, Sir Toby</span>
 and <span class="charname">Fabian</span>.</p>
 <p>SIR ANDREW.<br/>
 Now sir, have I met you again? There's for you.
 </p>
@@ Line 4,171: / Line 6,588: @@
 <p>SEBASTIAN.<br/>
 Why, there's for thee, and there, and there.<br/>
 Are all the people mad?
 </p>
@@ Line 4,178: / Line 6,598: @@
 <p>SIR TOBY.<br/>
 Hold, sir, or I'll throw your dagger o'er the house.
 </p>
 <p>CLOWN.<br/>
 This will I tell my lady straight. I would not be in some of your coats for
 twopence.
 </p>
@@ Line 4,189: / Line 6,614: @@
 <p>SIR TOBY.<br/>
 Come on, sir, hold!
 </p>
 <p>SIR ANDREW.<br/>
 Nay, let him alone, I'll go another way to work with him. I'll have
 an action of battery against him, if there be any law in Illyria. Though I
 struck him first, yet it's no matter for that.
 </p>
 <p>SEBASTIAN.<br/>
 Let go thy hand!
 </p>
 <p>SIR TOBY.<br/>
 Come, sir, I will not let you go. Come, my young soldier, put up your iron: you
 are well fleshed. Come on.
 </p>
 <p>SEBASTIAN.<br/>
 I will be free from thee. What wouldst thou now?<br/>
 If thou dar'st tempt me further, draw thy sword.
 </p>
@@ Line 4,215: / Line 6,654: @@
 <p>SIR TOBY.<br/>
 What, what? Nay, then, I must have an ounce or two of this malapert blood from
 you.
 </p>
@@ Line 4,224: / Line 6,666: @@
 <p>OLIVIA.<br/>
 Hold, Toby! On thy life I charge thee hold!
 </p>
 <p>SIR TOBY.<br/>
 Madam.
 </p>
 <p>OLIVIA.<br/>
 Will it be ever thus? Ungracious wretch,<br/>
 Fit for the mountains and the barbarous caves,<br/>
 Where manners ne'er were preach'd! Out of my sight!<br/>
 Be not offended, dear Cesario.<br/>
 Rudesby, be gone!
 </p>
 <p class="right"> [<i>Exeunt <span class="charname">Sir Toby, Sir Andrew</span> and
 <span class="charname">Fabian</span>.</i>]</p>
 <p>
 I prithee, gentle friend,<br/>
 Let thy fair wisdom, not thy passion, sway<br/>
 In this uncivil and unjust extent<br/>
 Against thy peace. Go with me to my house,<br/>
 And hear thou there how many fruitless pranks<br/>
 This ruffian hath botch'd up, that thou thereby<br/>
 Mayst smile at this. Thou shalt not choose but go.<br/>
 Do not deny. Beshrew his soul for me,<br/>
 He started one poor heart of mine, in thee.
 </p>
 <p>SEBASTIAN.<br/>
 What relish is in this? How runs the stream?<br/>
 Or I am mad, or else this is a dream.<br/>
 Let fancy still my sense in Lethe steep;<br/>
 If it be thus to dream, still let me sleep!
 </p>
 <p>OLIVIA.<br/>
 Nay, come, I prithee. Would thou'dst be ruled by me!
 </p>
 <p>SEBASTIAN.<br/>
 Madam, I will.
 </p>
 <p>OLIVIA.<br/>
 O, say so, and so be!
 </p>
@@ Line 4,278: / Line 6,752: @@
 <p class="scenedesc"> Enter <span class="charname">Maria</span> and
 <span class="charname">Clown</span>.</p>
 <p>MARIA.<br/>
 Nay, I prithee, put on this gown and this beard; make him believe thou art Sir
 Topas the curate. Do it quickly. I'll call Sir Toby the whilst.
 </p>
@@ Line 4,288: / Line 6,766: @@
 <p>CLOWN.<br/>
 Well, I'll put it on, and I will dissemble myself in't, and I would
 I were the first that ever dissembled in such a gown. I am not tall enough to
 become the function well, nor lean enough to be thought a good student, but to
 be said, an honest man and a good housekeeper goes as fairly as to say, a
 careful man and a great scholar. The competitors enter.
 </p>
 <p class="scenedesc"> Enter <span class="charname">Sir Toby</span> and
 <span class="charname">Maria</span>.</p>
 <p>SIR TOBY.<br/>
 Jove bless thee, Master Parson.
 </p>
 <p>CLOWN.<br/>
 <i>Bonos dies</i>, Sir Toby: for as the old hermit of Prague, that never saw
 pen and ink, very wittily said to a niece of King Gorboduc, 'That that
 is, is': so I, being Master Parson, am Master Parson; for what is
 'that' but 'that'? and 'is' but
 'is'?
 </p>
 <p>SIR TOBY.<br/>
 To him, Sir Topas.
 </p>
 <p>CLOWN.<br/>
 What ho, I say! Peace in this prison!
 </p>
 <p>SIR TOBY.<br/>
 The knave counterfeits well. A good knave.
 </p>
@@ Line 4,325: / Line 6,824: @@
 <p>MALVOLIO.<br/>
 Who calls there?
 </p>
 <p>CLOWN.<br/>
 Sir Topas the curate, who comes to visit Malvolio the lunatic.
 </p>
 <p>MALVOLIO.<br/>
 Sir Topas, Sir Topas, good Sir Topas, go to my lady.
 </p>
 <p>CLOWN.<br/>
 Out, hyperbolical fiend! how vexest thou this man? Talkest thou nothing but of
 ladies?
 </p>
 <p>SIR TOBY.<br/>
 Well said, Master Parson.
 </p>
 <p>MALVOLIO.<br/>
 Sir Topas, never was man thus wronged. Good Sir Topas, do not think I am mad.
 They have laid me here in hideous darkness.
 </p>
 <p>CLOWN.<br/>
 Fie, thou dishonest Satan! I call thee by the most modest terms, for I am one
 of those gentle ones that will use the devil himself with courtesy.
 Say'st thou that house is dark?
 </p>
 <p>MALVOLIO.<br/>
 As hell, Sir Topas.
 </p>
 <p>CLOWN.<br/>
 Why, it hath bay windows transparent as barricadoes, and the clerestories
 toward the south-north are as lustrous as ebony; and yet complainest thou of
 obstruction?
 </p>
 <p>MALVOLIO.<br/>
 I am not mad, Sir Topas. I say to you this house is dark.
 </p>
 <p>CLOWN.<br/>
 Madman, thou errest. I say there is no darkness but ignorance, in which thou
 art more puzzled than the Egyptians in their fog.
 </p>
 <p>MALVOLIO.<br/>
 I say this house is as dark as ignorance, though ignorance were as dark as
 hell; and I say there was never man thus abused. I am no more mad than you are.
 Make the trial of it in any constant question.
 </p>
 <p>CLOWN.<br/>
 What is the opinion of Pythagoras concerning wildfowl?
 </p>
 <p>MALVOLIO.<br/>
 That the soul of our grandam might haply inhabit a bird.
 </p>
 <p>CLOWN.<br/>
 What think'st thou of his opinion?
 </p>
 <p>MALVOLIO.<br/>
 I think nobly of the soul, and no way approve his opinion.
 </p>
 <p>CLOWN.<br/>
 Fare thee well. Remain thou still in darkness. Thou shalt hold the opinion of
 Pythagoras ere I will allow of thy wits, and fear to kill a woodcock, lest thou
 dispossess the soul of thy grandam. Fare thee well.
 </p>
 <p>MALVOLIO.<br/>
 Sir Topas, Sir Topas!
 </p>
 <p>SIR TOBY.<br/>
 My most exquisite Sir Topas!
 </p>
 <p>CLOWN.<br/>
 Nay, I am for all waters.
 </p>
 <p>MARIA.<br/>
 Thou mightst have done this without thy beard and gown. He sees thee not.
 </p>
 <p>SIR TOBY.<br/>
 To him in thine own voice, and bring me word how thou find'st him. I
 would we were well rid of this knavery. If he may be conveniently delivered, I
 would he were, for I am now so far in offence with my niece that I cannot
 pursue with any safety this sport to the upshot. Come by and by to my chamber.
 </p>
 <p class="right"> [<i>Exeunt <span class="charname">Sir Toby</span> and
 <span class="charname">Maria</span>.</i>]</p>
 <p>CLOWN.<br/>
 [<i>Singing.</i>]<br/>
      <i>Hey, Robin, jolly Robin,<br/>
      Tell me how thy lady does.</i>
 </p>
 <p>MALVOLIO.<br/>
 Fool!
 </p>
 <p>CLOWN.<br/>
      <i>My lady is unkind, perdy.</i>
 </p>
 <p>MALVOLIO.<br/>
 Fool!
 </p>
 <p>CLOWN.<br/>
      <i>Alas, why is she so?</i>
 </p>
 <p>MALVOLIO.<br/>
 Fool, I say!
 </p>
 <p>CLOWN.<br/>
-     <i>She loves another</i>&mdash;<br/>
+     <i>She loves another</i>&amp;mdash;<br/>
 Who calls, ha?
 </p>
 <p>MALVOLIO.<br/>
 Good fool, as ever thou wilt deserve well at my hand, help me to a candle, and
 pen, ink, and paper. As I am a gentleman, I will live to be thankful to thee
 for't.
 </p>
 <p>CLOWN.<br/>
 Master Malvolio?
 </p>
 <p>MALVOLIO.<br/>
 Ay, good fool.
 </p>
 <p>CLOWN.<br/>
 Alas, sir, how fell you besides your five wits?
 </p>
 <p>MALVOLIO.<br/>
 Fool, there was never man so notoriously abused. I am as well in my wits, fool,
 as thou art.
 </p>
 <p>CLOWN.<br/>
 But as well? Then you are mad indeed, if you be no better in your wits than a
 fool.
 </p>
 <p>MALVOLIO.<br/>
 They have here propertied me; keep me in darkness, send ministers to me, asses,
 and do all they can to face me out of my wits.
 </p>
 <p>CLOWN.<br/>
 Advise you what you say: the minister is here. [<i>As Sir Topas</i>] Malvolio,
 Malvolio, thy wits the heavens restore. Endeavour thyself to sleep, and leave
 thy vain bibble-babble.
 </p>
 <p>MALVOLIO.<br/>
 Sir Topas!
 </p>
 <p>CLOWN.<br/>
 [<i>As Sir Topas</i>] Maintain no words with him, good fellow. [<i>As
 himself</i>] Who, I, sir? not I, sir. God buy you, good Sir Topas. [<i>As Sir
 Topas</i>] Marry, amen. [<i>As himself</i>] I will sir, I will.
 </p>
 <p>MALVOLIO.<br/>
 Fool, fool, fool, I say!
 </p>
 <p>CLOWN.<br/>
 Alas, sir, be patient. What say you, sir? I am shent for speaking to you.
 </p>
 <p>MALVOLIO.<br/>
 Good fool, help me to some light and some paper. I tell thee I am as well in my
 wits as any man in Illyria.
 </p>
 <p>CLOWN.<br/>
 Well-a-day that you were, sir!
 </p>
 <p>MALVOLIO.<br/>
 By this hand, I am. Good fool, some ink, paper, and light, and convey what I
 will set down to my lady. It shall advantage thee more than ever the bearing of
 letter did.
 </p>
 <p>CLOWN.<br/>
 I will help you to't. But tell me true, are you not mad indeed? or do you
 but counterfeit?
 </p>
 <p>MALVOLIO.<br/>
 Believe me, I am not. I tell thee true.
 </p>
 <p>CLOWN.<br/>
 Nay, I'll ne'er believe a madman till I see his brains. I will
 fetch you light, and paper, and ink.
 </p>
 <p>MALVOLIO.<br/>
 Fool, I'll requite it in the highest degree: I prithee be gone.
 </p>
 <p>CLOWN.<br/>
 [<i>Singing.</i>]<br/>
    <i>I am gone, sir, and anon, sir,<br/>
      I'll be with you again,<br/>
    In a trice, like to the old Vice,<br/>
      Your need to sustain;<br/>
    Who with dagger of lath, in his rage and his wrath,<br/>
      Cries 'ah, ha!' to the devil:<br/>
    Like a mad lad, 'Pare thy nails, dad.<br/>
      Adieu, goodman devil.'</i>
 </p>
@@ Line 4,569: / Line 7,206: @@
 <p>SEBASTIAN.<br/>
 This is the air; that is the glorious sun,<br/>
 This pearl she gave me, I do feel't and see't,<br/>
 And though 'tis wonder that enwraps me thus,<br/>
 Yet 'tis not madness. Where's Antonio, then?<br/>
 I could not find him at the Elephant,<br/>
 Yet there he was, and there I found this credit,<br/>
 That he did range the town to seek me out.<br/>
 His counsel now might do me golden service.<br/>
 For though my soul disputes well with my sense<br/>
 That this may be some error, but no madness,<br/>
 Yet doth this accident and flood of fortune<br/>
 So far exceed all instance, all discourse,<br/>
 That I am ready to distrust mine eyes<br/>
 And wrangle with my reason that persuades me<br/>
 To any other trust but that I am mad,<br/>
 Or else the lady's mad; yet if 'twere so,<br/>
 She could not sway her house, command her followers,<br/>
 Take and give back affairs and their dispatch,<br/>
 With such a smooth, discreet, and stable bearing<br/>
 As I perceive she does. There's something in't<br/>
 That is deceivable. But here the lady comes.
 </p>
 <p class="scenedesc"> Enter <span class="charname">Olivia</span> and a
 <span class="charname">Priest</span>.</p>
 <p>OLIVIA.<br/>
 Blame not this haste of mine. If you mean well,<br/>
 Now go with me and with this holy man<br/>
 Into the chantry by: there, before him<br/>
 And underneath that consecrated roof,<br/>
 Plight me the full assurance of your faith,<br/>
 That my most jealous and too doubtful soul<br/>
 May live at peace. He shall conceal it<br/>
 Whiles you are willing it shall come to note,<br/>
 What time we will our celebration keep<br/>
 According to my birth. What do you say?
 </p>
 <p>SEBASTIAN.<br/>
 I'll follow this good man, and go with you,<br/>
 And having sworn truth, ever will be true.
 </p>
 <p>OLIVIA.<br/>
 Then lead the way, good father, and heavens so shine,<br/>
 That they may fairly note this act of mine!
 </p>
 <p class="right"> [<i>Exeunt.</i>]</p>
 <h3 id="sceneV_361"> <b>ACT V.</b></h3>
@@ Line 4,629: / Line 7,302: @@
 <p class="scenedesc"> Enter <span class="charname">Clown</span> and
 <span class="charname">Fabian</span>.</p>
 <p>FABIAN.<br/>
 Now, as thou lov'st me, let me see his letter.
 </p>
 <p>CLOWN.<br/>
 Good Master Fabian, grant me another request.
 </p>
 <p>FABIAN.<br/>
 Anything.
 </p>
 <p>CLOWN.<br/>
 Do not desire to see this letter.
 </p>
 <p>FABIAN.<br/>
 This is to give a dog, and in recompense desire my dog again.
 </p>
 <p class="scenedesc"> Enter <span class="charname">Duke, Viola, Curio</span>
 and Lords.</p>
 <p>DUKE.<br/>
 Belong you to the Lady Olivia, friends?
 </p>
 <p>CLOWN.<br/>
 Ay, sir, we are some of her trappings.
 </p>
 <p>DUKE.<br/>
 I know thee well. How dost thou, my good fellow?
 </p>
 <p>CLOWN.<br/>
 Truly, sir, the better for my foes, and the worse for my friends.
 </p>
 <p>DUKE.<br/>
 Just the contrary; the better for thy friends.
 </p>
 <p>CLOWN.<br/>
 No, sir, the worse.
 </p>
 <p>DUKE.<br/>
 How can that be?
 </p>
 <p>CLOWN.<br/>
 Marry, sir, they praise me, and make an ass of me. Now my foes tell me plainly
 I am an ass: so that by my foes, sir, I profit in the knowledge of myself, and
 by my friends I am abused. So that, conclusions to be as kisses, if your four
 negatives make your two affirmatives, why then, the worse for my friends, and
 the better for my foes.
 </p>
 <p>DUKE.<br/>
 Why, this is excellent.
 </p>
 <p>CLOWN.<br/>
 By my troth, sir, no; though it please you to be one of my friends.
 </p>
 <p>DUKE.<br/>
 Thou shalt not be the worse for me; there's gold.
 </p>
 <p>CLOWN.<br/>
 But that it would be double-dealing, sir, I would you could make it another.
 </p>
 <p>DUKE.<br/>
 O, you give me ill counsel.
 </p>
 <p>CLOWN.<br/>
 Put your grace in your pocket, sir, for this once, and let your flesh and blood
 obey it.
 </p>
 <p>DUKE.<br/>
 Well, I will be so much a sinner to be a double-dealer: there's another.
 </p>
 <p>CLOWN.<br/>
 <i>Primo, secundo, tertio</i>, is a good play, and the old saying is, the third
 pays for all; the triplex, sir, is a good tripping measure; or the bells of
-Saint Bennet, sir, may put you in mind&mdash;one, two, three.
+Saint Bennet, sir, may put you in mind&amp;mdash;one, two, three.
 </p>
 <p>DUKE.<br/>
 You can fool no more money out of me at this throw. If you will let your lady
 know I am here to speak with her, and bring her along with you, it may awake my
 bounty further.
 </p>
 <p>CLOWN.<br/>
 Marry, sir, lullaby to your bounty till I come again. I go, sir, but I would
 not have you to think that my desire of having is the sin of covetousness: but
 as you say, sir, let your bounty take a nap, I will awake it anon.
 </p>
@@ Line 4,740: / Line 7,472: @@
 <p class="scenedesc"> Enter <span class="charname">Antonio</span> and
 Officers.</p>
 <p>VIOLA.<br/>
 Here comes the man, sir, that did rescue me.
 </p>
 <p>DUKE.<br/>
 That face of his I do remember well.<br/>
 Yet when I saw it last it was besmear'd<br/>
 As black as Vulcan, in the smoke of war.<br/>
 A baubling vessel was he captain of,<br/>
 For shallow draught and bulk unprizable,<br/>
 With which such scathful grapple did he make<br/>
 With the most noble bottom of our fleet,<br/>
 That very envy and the tongue of loss<br/>
 Cried fame and honour on him. What's the matter?
 </p>
 <p>FIRST OFFICER.<br/>
 Orsino, this is that Antonio<br/>
 That took the <i>Phoenix</i> and her fraught from Candy,<br/>
 And this is he that did the <i>Tiger</i> board<br/>
 When your young nephew Titus lost his leg.<br/>
 Here in the streets, desperate of shame and state,<br/>
 In private brabble did we apprehend him.
 </p>
 <p>VIOLA.<br/>
 He did me kindness, sir; drew on my side,<br/>
 But in conclusion, put strange speech upon me.<br/>
 I know not what 'twas, but distraction.
 </p>
 <p>DUKE.<br/>
 Notable pirate, thou salt-water thief,<br/>
 What foolish boldness brought thee to their mercies,<br/>
 Whom thou, in terms so bloody and so dear,<br/>
 Hast made thine enemies?
 </p>
 <p>ANTONIO.<br/>
 Orsino, noble sir,<br/>
 Be pleased that I shake off these names you give me:<br/>
 Antonio never yet was thief or pirate,<br/>
 Though, I confess, on base and ground enough,<br/>
 Orsino's enemy. A witchcraft drew me hither:<br/>
 That most ingrateful boy there by your side<br/>
 From the rude sea's enraged and foamy mouth<br/>
 Did I redeem; a wreck past hope he was.<br/>
 His life I gave him, and did thereto add<br/>
 My love, without retention or restraint,<br/>
 All his in dedication. For his sake<br/>
 Did I expose myself, pure for his love,<br/>
 Into the danger of this adverse town;<br/>
 Drew to defend him when he was beset;<br/>
 Where being apprehended, his false cunning<br/>
 (Not meaning to partake with me in danger)<br/>
 Taught him to face me out of his acquaintance,<br/>
 And grew a twenty years' removed thing<br/>
 While one would wink; denied me mine own purse,<br/>
 Which I had recommended to his use<br/>
 Not half an hour before.
 </p>
 <p>VIOLA.<br/>
 How can this be?
 </p>
 <p>DUKE.<br/>
 When came he to this town?
 </p>
 <p>ANTONIO.<br/>
 Today, my lord; and for three months before,<br/>
 No int'rim, not a minute's vacancy,<br/>
 Both day and night did we keep company.
 </p>
 <p class="scenedesc"> Enter <span class="charname">Olivia</span> and
 Attendants.</p>
 <p>DUKE.<br/>
 Here comes the Countess, now heaven walks on earth.<br/>
 But for thee, fellow, fellow, thy words are madness.<br/>
 Three months this youth hath tended upon me;<br/>
 But more of that anon. Take him aside.
 </p>
 <p>OLIVIA.<br/>
 What would my lord, but that he may not have,<br/>
 Wherein Olivia may seem serviceable?<br/>
 Cesario, you do not keep promise with me.
 </p>
 <p>VIOLA.<br/>
 Madam?
 </p>
 <p>DUKE.<br/>
-Gracious Olivia&mdash;
+Gracious Olivia&amp;mdash;
 </p>
 <p>OLIVIA.<br/>
-What do you say, Cesario? Good my lord&mdash;
+What do you say, Cesario? Good my lord&amp;mdash;
 </p>
 <p>VIOLA.<br/>
 My lord would speak, my duty hushes me.
 </p>
 <p>OLIVIA.<br/>
 If it be aught to the old tune, my lord,<br/>
 It is as fat and fulsome to mine ear<br/>
 As howling after music.
 </p>
 <p>DUKE.<br/>
 Still so cruel?
 </p>
 <p>OLIVIA.<br/>
 Still so constant, lord.
 </p>
 <p>DUKE.<br/>
 What, to perverseness? You uncivil lady,<br/>
 To whose ingrate and unauspicious altars<br/>
 My soul the faithfull'st off'rings hath breathed out<br/>
 That e'er devotion tender'd! What shall I do?
 </p>
 <p>OLIVIA.<br/>
 Even what it please my lord that shall become him.
 </p>
 <p>DUKE.<br/>
 Why should I not, had I the heart to do it,<br/>
 Like to the Egyptian thief at point of death,<br/>
-Kill what I love?&mdash;a savage jealousy<br/>
+Kill what I love?&amp;mdash;a savage jealousy<br/>
 That sometime savours nobly. But hear me this:<br/>
 Since you to non-regardance cast my faith,<br/>
 And that I partly know the instrument<br/>
 That screws me from my true place in your favour,<br/>
 Live you the marble-breasted tyrant still.<br/>
 But this your minion, whom I know you love,<br/>
 And whom, by heaven I swear, I tender dearly,<br/>
 Him will I tear out of that cruel eye<br/>
-Where he sits crowned in his master's spite.&mdash;<br/>
+Where he sits crowned in his master's spite.&amp;mdash;<br/>
 Come, boy, with me; my thoughts are ripe in mischief:<br/>
 I'll sacrifice the lamb that I do love,<br/>
 To spite a raven's heart within a dove.
 </p>
 <p>VIOLA.<br/>
 And I, most jocund, apt, and willingly,<br/>
 To do you rest, a thousand deaths would die.
 </p>
 <p>OLIVIA.<br/>
 Where goes Cesario?
 </p>
 <p>VIOLA.<br/>
 After him I love<br/>
 More than I love these eyes, more than my life,<br/>
 More, by all mores, than e'er I shall love wife.<br/>
 If I do feign, you witnesses above<br/>
 Punish my life for tainting of my love.
 </p>
 <p>OLIVIA.<br/>
 Ah me, detested! how am I beguil'd!
 </p>
 <p>VIOLA.<br/>
 Who does beguile you? Who does do you wrong?
 </p>
 <p>OLIVIA.<br/>
 Hast thou forgot thyself? Is it so long?<br/>
 Call forth the holy father.
 </p>
@@ Line 4,926: / Line 7,784: @@
 <p>DUKE.<br/>
 [<i>To Viola.</i>] Come, away!
 </p>
 <p>OLIVIA.<br/>
 Whither, my lord? Cesario, husband, stay.
 </p>
 <p>DUKE.<br/>
 Husband?
 </p>
 <p>OLIVIA.<br/>
 Ay, husband. Can he that deny?
 </p>
 <p>DUKE.<br/>
 Her husband, sirrah?
 </p>
 <p>VIOLA.<br/>
 No, my lord, not I.
 </p>
 <p>OLIVIA.<br/>
 Alas, it is the baseness of thy fear<br/>
 That makes thee strangle thy propriety.<br/>
 Fear not, Cesario, take thy fortunes up.<br/>
 Be that thou know'st thou art, and then thou art<br/>
 As great as that thou fear'st.
 </p>
@@ Line 4,960: / Line 7,836: @@
 <p>
 O, welcome, father!<br/>
 Father, I charge thee, by thy reverence<br/>
-Here to unfold&mdash;though lately we intended<br/>
+Here to unfold&amp;mdash;though lately we intended<br/>
 To keep in darkness what occasion now<br/>
-Reveals before 'tis ripe&mdash;what thou dost know<br/>
+Reveals before 'tis ripe&amp;mdash;what thou dost know<br/>
 Hath newly passed between this youth and me.
 </p>
 <p>PRIEST.<br/>
 A contract of eternal bond of love,<br/>
 Confirmed by mutual joinder of your hands,<br/>
 Attested by the holy close of lips,<br/>
 Strengthen'd by interchangement of your rings,<br/>
 And all the ceremony of this compact<br/>
 Sealed in my function, by my testimony;<br/>
 Since when, my watch hath told me, toward my grave,<br/>
 I have travelled but two hours.
 </p>
 <p>DUKE.<br/>
 O thou dissembling cub! What wilt thou be<br/>
 When time hath sowed a grizzle on thy case?<br/>
 Or will not else thy craft so quickly grow<br/>
 That thine own trip shall be thine overthrow?<br/>
 Farewell, and take her; but direct thy feet<br/>
 Where thou and I henceforth may never meet.
 </p>
 <p>VIOLA.<br/>
-My lord, I do protest&mdash;
+My lord, I do protest&amp;mdash;
 </p>
 <p>OLIVIA.<br/>
 O, do not swear.<br/>
 Hold little faith, though thou has too much fear.
 </p>
@@ Line 5,000: / Line 7,904: @@
 <p>SIR ANDREW.<br/>
 For the love of God, a surgeon! Send one presently to Sir Toby.
 </p>
 <p>OLIVIA.<br/>
 What's the matter?
 </p>
 <p>SIR ANDREW.<br/>
 'Has broke my head across, and has given Sir Toby a bloody coxcomb too.
 For the love of God, your help! I had rather than forty pound I were at home.
 </p>
 <p>OLIVIA.<br/>
 Who has done this, Sir Andrew?
 </p>
 <p>SIR ANDREW.<br/>
 The Count's gentleman, one Cesario. We took him for a coward, but
 he's the very devil incardinate.
 </p>
 <p>DUKE.<br/>
 My gentleman, Cesario?
 </p>
 <p>SIR ANDREW.<br/>
-'Od's lifelings, here he is!&mdash;You broke my head for nothing;
+'Od's lifelings, here he is!&amp;mdash;You broke my head for nothing;
 and that that I did, I was set on to do't by Sir Toby.
 </p>
 <p>VIOLA.<br/>
 Why do you speak to me? I never hurt you:<br/>
 You drew your sword upon me without cause,<br/>
 But I bespake you fair and hurt you not.
 </p>
 <p class="scenedesc"> Enter <span class="charname">Sir Toby</span>,
 drunk, led by the <span class="charname">Clown</span>.</p>
 <p>SIR ANDREW.<br/>
 If a bloody coxcomb be a hurt, you have hurt me. I think you set nothing by a
 bloody coxcomb. Here comes Sir Toby halting, you shall hear more: but if he had
 not been in drink, he would have tickled you othergates than he did.
 </p>
 <p>DUKE.<br/>
 How now, gentleman? How is't with you?
 </p>
 <p>SIR TOBY.<br/>
 That's all one; 'has hurt me, and there's th' end
 on't. Sot, didst see Dick Surgeon, sot?
 </p>
 <p>CLOWN.<br/>
 O, he's drunk, Sir Toby, an hour agone; his eyes were set at eight
 i' th' morning.
 </p>
 <p>SIR TOBY.<br/>
 Then he's a rogue, and a passy measures pavin. I hate a drunken
 rogue.
 </p>
 <p>OLIVIA.<br/>
 Away with him. Who hath made this havoc with them?
 </p>
 <p>SIR ANDREW.<br/>
 I'll help you, Sir Toby, because we'll be dressed together.
 </p>
 <p>SIR TOBY.<br/>
 Will you help? An ass-head, and a coxcomb, and a knave, a thin-faced knave, a
 gull?
 </p>
 <p>OLIVIA.<br/>
 Get him to bed, and let his hurt be looked to.
 </p>
 <p class="right"> [<i>Exeunt <span class="charname">Clown, Fabian, Sir
 Toby</span> and <span class="charname">Sir Andrew</span>.</i>]</p>
@@ Line 5,087: / Line 8,038: @@
 <p>SEBASTIAN.<br/>
 I am sorry, madam, I have hurt your kinsman;<br/>
 But had it been the brother of my blood,<br/>
 I must have done no less with wit and safety.<br/>
 You throw a strange regard upon me, and by that<br/>
 I do perceive it hath offended you.<br/>
 Pardon me, sweet one, even for the vows<br/>
 We made each other but so late ago.
 </p>
 <p>DUKE.<br/>
 One face, one voice, one habit, and two persons!<br/>
 A natural perspective, that is, and is not!
 </p>
 <p>SEBASTIAN.<br/>
 Antonio, O my dear Antonio!<br/>
 How have the hours rack'd and tortur'd me<br/>
 Since I have lost thee.
 </p>
 <p>ANTONIO.<br/>
 Sebastian are you?
 </p>
 <p>SEBASTIAN.<br/>
 Fear'st thou that, Antonio?
 </p>
 <p>ANTONIO.<br/>
 How have you made division of yourself?<br/>
 An apple cleft in two is not more twin<br/>
 Than these two creatures. Which is Sebastian?
 </p>
 <p>OLIVIA.<br/>
 Most wonderful!
 </p>
 <p>SEBASTIAN.<br/>
 Do I stand there? I never had a brother:<br/>
 Nor can there be that deity in my nature<br/>
 Of here and everywhere. I had a sister,<br/>
 Whom the blind waves and surges have devoured.<br/>
 Of charity, what kin are you to me?<br/>
 What countryman? What name? What parentage?
 </p>
 <p>VIOLA.<br/>
 Of Messaline: Sebastian was my father;<br/>
 Such a Sebastian was my brother too:<br/>
 So went he suited to his watery tomb.<br/>
 If spirits can assume both form and suit,<br/>
 You come to fright us.
 </p>
 <p>SEBASTIAN.<br/>
 A spirit I am indeed,<br/>
 But am in that dimension grossly clad,<br/>
 Which from the womb I did participate.<br/>
 Were you a woman, as the rest goes even,<br/>
 I should my tears let fall upon your cheek,<br/>
 And say, 'Thrice welcome, drowned Viola.'
 </p>
 <p>VIOLA.<br/>
 My father had a mole upon his brow.
 </p>
 <p>SEBASTIAN.<br/>
 And so had mine.
 </p>
 <p>VIOLA.<br/>
 And died that day when Viola from her birth<br/>
 Had numbered thirteen years.
 </p>
 <p>SEBASTIAN.<br/>
 O, that record is lively in my soul!<br/>
 He finished indeed his mortal act<br/>
 That day that made my sister thirteen years.
 </p>
 <p>VIOLA.<br/>
 If nothing lets to make us happy both<br/>
 But this my masculine usurp'd attire,<br/>
 Do not embrace me till each circumstance<br/>
 Of place, time, fortune, do cohere and jump<br/>
 That I am Viola; which to confirm,<br/>
 I'll bring you to a captain in this town,<br/>
 Where lie my maiden weeds; by whose gentle help<br/>
 I was preserv'd to serve this noble count.<br/>
 All the occurrence of my fortune since<br/>
 Hath been between this lady and this lord.
 </p>
 <p>SEBASTIAN.<br/>
 [<i>To Olivia.</i>] So comes it, lady, you have been mistook.<br/>
 But nature to her bias drew in that.<br/>
 You would have been contracted to a maid;<br/>
 Nor are you therein, by my life, deceived:<br/>
 You are betroth'd both to a maid and man.
 </p>
 <p>DUKE.<br/>
 Be not amazed; right noble is his blood.<br/>
 If this be so, as yet the glass seems true,<br/>
 I shall have share in this most happy wreck.<br/>
 [<i>To Viola.</i>] Boy, thou hast said to me a thousand times<br/>
 Thou never shouldst love woman like to me.
 </p>
 <p>VIOLA.<br/>
 And all those sayings will I over-swear,<br/>
 And all those swearings keep as true in soul<br/>
 As doth that orbed continent the fire<br/>
 That severs day from night.
 </p>
 <p>DUKE.<br/>
 Give me thy hand,<br/>
 And let me see thee in thy woman's weeds.
 </p>
 <p>VIOLA.<br/>
 The captain that did bring me first on shore<br/>
 Hath my maid's garments. He, upon some action,<br/>
 Is now in durance, at Malvolio's suit,<br/>
 A gentleman and follower of my lady's.
 </p>
 <p>OLIVIA.<br/>
 He shall enlarge him. Fetch Malvolio hither.<br/>
 And yet, alas, now I remember me,<br/>
 They say, poor gentleman, he's much distract.
 </p>
 <p class="scenedesc"> Enter <span class="charname">Clown</span>, with a
 letter and <span class="charname">Fabian</span>.</p>
 <p>A most extracting frenzy of mine own<br/>
 From my remembrance clearly banished his.<br/>
 How does he, sirrah?
 </p>
 <p>CLOWN.<br/>
 Truly, madam, he holds Belzebub at the stave's end as well as a man in
 his case may do. Has here writ a letter to you. I should have given it you
 today morning, but as a madman's epistles are no gospels, so it skills
 not much when they are delivered.
 </p>
 <p>OLIVIA.<br/>
 Open 't, and read it.
 </p>
 <p>CLOWN.<br/>
 Look then to be well edified, when the fool delivers the madman. <i>By
-the Lord, madam,&mdash;</i>
+the Lord, madam,&amp;mdash;</i>
 </p>
 <p>OLIVIA.<br/>
 How now, art thou mad?
 </p>
 <p>CLOWN.<br/>
 No, madam, I do but read madness: an your ladyship will have it as it ought to
 be, you must allow <i>vox</i>.
 </p>
 <p>OLIVIA.<br/>
 Prithee, read i' thy right wits.
 </p>
 <p>CLOWN.<br/>
 So I do, madonna. But to read his right wits is to read thus; therefore
 perpend, my princess, and give ear.
 </p>
 <p>OLIVIA.<br/>
 [<i>To Fabian.</i>] Read it you, sirrah.
 </p>
 <p>FABIAN.<br/>
 [<i>Reads.</i>] <i>By the Lord, madam, you wrong me, and the world shall know it.
 Though you have put me into darkness and given your drunken cousin rule over
 me, yet have I the benefit of my senses as well as your ladyship. I have your
 own letter that induced me to the semblance I put on; with the which I doubt
 not but to do myself much right or you much shame. Think of me as you please. I
 leave my duty a little unthought of, and speak out of my injury.<br/>
                          The madly-used Malvolio.</i>
 </p>
 <p>OLIVIA.<br/>
 Did he write this?
 </p>
 <p>CLOWN.<br/>
 Ay, madam.
 </p>
 <p>DUKE.<br/>
 This savours not much of distraction.
 </p>
 <p>OLIVIA.<br/>
 See him delivered, Fabian, bring him hither.
 </p>
@@ Line 5,299: / Line 8,388: @@
 <p>My lord, so please you, these things further thought on,<br/>
 To think me as well a sister, as a wife,<br/>
 One day shall crown th' alliance on't, so please you,<br/>
 Here at my house, and at my proper cost.
 </p>
 <p>DUKE.<br/>
 Madam, I am most apt t' embrace your offer.<br/>
 [<i>To Viola.</i>] Your master quits you; and for your service done him,<br/>
 So much against the mettle of your sex,<br/>
 So far beneath your soft and tender breeding,<br/>
 And since you call'd me master for so long,<br/>
 Here is my hand; you shall from this time be<br/>
 You master's mistress.
 </p>
 <p>OLIVIA.<br/>
 A sister? You are she.
 </p>
 <p class="scenedesc"> Enter <span class="charname">Fabian</span> and
 <span class="charname">Malvolio</span>.</p>
 <p>DUKE.<br/>
 Is this the madman?
 </p>
 <p>OLIVIA.<br/>
 Ay, my lord, this same.<br/>
 How now, Malvolio?
 </p>
 <p>MALVOLIO.<br/>
 Madam, you have done me wrong,<br/>
 Notorious wrong.
 </p>
 <p>OLIVIA.<br/>
 Have I, Malvolio? No.
 </p>
 <p>MALVOLIO.<br/>
 Lady, you have. Pray you peruse that letter.<br/>
 You must not now deny it is your hand,<br/>
 Write from it, if you can, in hand, or phrase,<br/>
 Or say 'tis not your seal, not your invention:<br/>
 You can say none of this. Well, grant it then,<br/>
 And tell me, in the modesty of honour,<br/>
 Why you have given me such clear lights of favour,<br/>
 Bade me come smiling and cross-garter'd to you,<br/>
 To put on yellow stockings, and to frown<br/>
 Upon Sir Toby, and the lighter people;<br/>
 And acting this in an obedient hope,<br/>
 Why have you suffer'd me to be imprison'd,<br/>
 Kept in a dark house, visited by the priest,<br/>
 And made the most notorious geck and gull<br/>
 That e'er invention played on? Tell me why?
 </p>
 <p>OLIVIA.<br/>
 Alas, Malvolio, this is not my writing,<br/>
 Though I confess, much like the character:<br/>
 But out of question, 'tis Maria's hand.<br/>
 And now I do bethink me, it was she<br/>
 First told me thou wast mad; then cam'st in smiling,<br/>
 And in such forms which here were presuppos'd<br/>
 Upon thee in the letter. Prithee, be content.<br/>
 This practice hath most shrewdly pass'd upon thee.<br/>
 But when we know the grounds and authors of it,<br/>
 Thou shalt be both the plaintiff and the judge<br/>
 Of thine own cause.
 </p>
 <p>FABIAN.<br/>
 Good madam, hear me speak,<br/>
 And let no quarrel, nor no brawl to come,<br/>
 Taint the condition of this present hour,<br/>
 Which I have wonder'd at. In hope it shall not,<br/>
 Most freely I confess, myself and Toby<br/>
 Set this device against Malvolio here,<br/>
 Upon some stubborn and uncourteous parts<br/>
 We had conceiv'd against him. Maria writ<br/>
 The letter, at Sir Toby's great importance,<br/>
 In recompense whereof he hath married her.<br/>
 How with a sportful malice it was follow'd<br/>
 May rather pluck on laughter than revenge,<br/>
 If that the injuries be justly weigh'd<br/>
 That have on both sides passed.
 </p>
 <p>OLIVIA.<br/>
 Alas, poor fool, how have they baffled thee!
 </p>
 <p>CLOWN.<br/>
 Why, 'some are born great, some achieve greatness, and some have
 greatness thrown upon them.' I was one, sir, in this interlude, one Sir
 Topas, sir, but that's all one. 'By the Lord, fool, I am not
 mad.' But do you remember? 'Madam, why laugh you at such a barren
 rascal? And you smile not, he's gagged'? And thus the whirligig of
 time brings in his revenges.
 </p>
 <p>MALVOLIO.<br/>
 I'll be revenged on the whole pack of you.
 </p>
@@ Line 5,408: / Line 8,576: @@
 <p>OLIVIA.<br/>
 He hath been most notoriously abus'd.
 </p>
 <p>DUKE.<br/>
 Pursue him, and entreat him to a peace:<br/>
 He hath not told us of the captain yet.<br/>
 When that is known, and golden time convents,<br/>
 A solemn combination shall be made<br/>
-Of our dear souls.&mdash;Meantime, sweet sister,<br/>
-We will not part from hence.&mdash;Cesario, come:<br/>
+Of our dear souls.&amp;mdash;Meantime, sweet sister,<br/>
+We will not part from hence.&amp;mdash;Cesario, come:<br/>
 For so you shall be while you are a man;<br/>
 But when in other habits you are seen,<br/>
 Orsino's mistress, and his fancy's queen.
 </p>
@@ Line 5,428: / Line 8,608: @@
 <p>
 <i>   When that I was and a little tiny boy,<br/>
       With hey, ho, the wind and the rain,<br/>
     A foolish thing was but a toy,<br/>
       For the rain it raineth every day.</i>
 </p>
 <p>
 <i>   But when I came to man's estate,<br/>
       With hey, ho, the wind and the rain,<br/>
     'Gainst knaves and thieves men shut their gate,<br/>
       For the rain it raineth every day.</i>
 </p>
 <p>
 <i>   But when I came, alas, to wive,<br/>
       With hey, ho, the wind and the rain,<br/>
     By swaggering could I never thrive,<br/>
       For the rain it raineth every day.</i>
 </p>
 <p>
 <i>   But when I came unto my beds,<br/>
       With hey, ho, the wind and the rain,<br/>
     With toss-pots still had drunken heads,<br/>
       For the rain it raineth every day.</i>
 </p>
 <p>
 <i>   A great while ago the world begun,<br/>
       With hey, ho, the wind and the rain,<br/>
     But that's all one, our play is done,<br/>
       And we'll strive to please you every day.</i>
 </p>
 <p class="right"> [<i>Exit.</i>]</p>
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+{{close-shakespeare}}</text>

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