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you, even to a mortal arbitrement;* but nothing Sir To. Nay, if you be an undertaker, I am of the circumstance more.
Enter two OFFICERS.
Fab. O good Sir Toby, hold; here come the read him by his form, as you are like to find officers. him in the proof of his valour. He is, indeed,
Sir To. I'll be with you anon. (To ANTONIO. Sir, the most skilful, bloody, and fatal oppo
Vio. Pray, Sir, put up your sword, if you sitet that you could possibly have found in any
[To Sir ANDREW. part of Illyria : Will you walk towards him? 1 Sir And. Marry, will I, Sir ;-and, for that I will make your peace with him, if I can.
promised you, I'll be as good as my word: He Vio. I shall be much bound to you for't: I will bear you easily, and reins wes. am one, that would rather go with sir priest,
1 Off. This is the man; do thy office. than sir knight: I care not who knows so much 2 0ff. Antonio, I arrest thee at the suit of my mettle.
Of count Orsino.
Ant. You do mistake me, Sir.
[head.-. not seen such a virago. I had a pass with hini, Though now you have no sea-cap on you: rapier, scabbard, and all, and he gives me the | Take him away; he knows, I know him well. stuck-in, with such a mortal motion, that it is
Ant. I must obey.-This comes with seeking inevitable ; and on the answer, he pays you But there's no remedy; I shall answer it.
you; as surely as your feet hit the ground they step What will you do? Now my necessity on : They say, he has been fencer to the Sophy. Sir And. Pox on't, I'll not meddle with him. Makes me to ask you for my purse: It grieves
Sir To. Ay, but he will not now be pacified: Much more, for what I cannot do for you, Fa can scarce hold him yonder.
Sir And. Plague on't ; an I thought he had Than what befalls myself. You stand amaz'd; been valient, and so cunning in fence, l'd have But
be of comfort. seen him. damned ere I'd have challenged him.
2 Off. Come, Sir, away. Let him let the matter slip, and I'll give him
Ani, I must entreat of you some of that money.
Vio. What my horse, grey Capilet.
money, Sir? Sir To.' f'll make the motion : Stand here, For the fair kindness you have show'd me here, make a good show on't; this shall end without And, part, being prompted by your present the perdition of souls: Marry, I'll ride your I'll lend you something: my having is not
Out of my lean and low ability (trouble, horse as well as I ride you.
much; Re-enter Fabian and VIOLA.
I'll make division of my present with you: I have bis horse [To Fab.) to take up the quar- | Hold, there is half my coffer. rel; I have persuaded him the youth's a devil. Ant. Will you deny me now?
l'ab. He is as horribly conceited|| of him; and Is't possible, that my deserts to you pants, and looks pale, as if a bear were at his Çan lack persuasion ? Do not tempt my misery, heels.
Lest that it make me so unsound a man, Sir To. There's no remedy, Sir; he will fight As to upbraid you with those kindnesses with you for his oath sake: marry, he hath bet- | That I have done for you. ter bethought him of his quarrel, and he finds
Vio. I know of none; that now scarce to be worth talking of: there. Nor know 1 you by voice, or any feature: fore draw, for the supportance of his vow ; he I hate ingratitude more in a man, protests, he will not hurt you.
Than lying, vainness, babbling, drunkenness, Vio. Pray God defend me! A little thing Or any taint of vice, whose strong corruption would make me tell them how much I lack of Inhabits our frail blood.
[Aside. Ant. O heavens themselves !
Sir To. Come, Sir Andrew, there's no reme- Ant. Let me speak a little. This youth that dy; the gentleman will, for his honour's sake,
you see here, have one bout with you: he cannot by the I snatch'd one half out of the jaws of death ; duellos avoid it: but he has promised me, as
Reliev'd him with such sanctity of love,he is a gentleman and a soldier, he will not hurt And to his image, which, methought, did proyou. Come on; to't.
mise Sir And. Pray God, he keep his oath!
Most venerable worth, did I devotion. •
[Draws. 1 Of What's that to us? The time goes by ; Enter ANTONIO.
Ant. But, 0, how vile an idol proves this I do assure you, 'tis against my will.
(shame.[Druus. | Thou bast, Sebastian, done good feature Ant. Put up your sword;-If this young In nature there's no blemish but the mind; gentleman
None can be call’d detorm'd, but to unkind : Have done offence, I take the fault on me; Virtue is beauty ; but the beauteous-evil If you offend him, I for him defy you. Are empty trunks, o'erflourish’d* by the devil.
[Drawing. 1 08: The man grotvs mad; away with him. Sir To. You, Sir ? why, what are you? Come, come, Sir. Ant. One, Sir, that for his love dares yet do Ant. Lead me on.
[Exeunt OFFICERS, with ASTOPO. Than you have heard him brag to you he will. Vio. Methinks, his words do from such pas.
sion fly, Decision.
That he believes himself; so do not I.
Laws of duel.
49 Prove true, imagination, 0, prove true, lyria: though I struck him first, yet it's no That I, dear brother, be now ta'en for you! matter for that. Sir To. Come hither knight; come hither, Seb. Let
go thy hand. Fabian; we'll whisper o'er a couplet or two of Sir To. Come, Sir, I will not let you go. most sage saws.
Come, my young soldier, put up your iron : Vio. He nam’d Sebastian; I my brother know you are well fleshed; come on. Yet living in my glass ;* even such, and so, Seb. I will be free from thee. What would'st In favour was my brother; and he went
thou now? Still in this fashion, colour, ornament, If thou dar'st tempt me further, draw thy sword. For him I imitate: 0, if it prove,
(Draws. Tempests are kind, and salt waves fresh in Sir To. What, what? Nay, then I must have love!
(Exit. an ounce or two of this malapert blood from Sir To. A very dishonest paltry boy, and you.
[Draws. more a coward than a hare: his dishonesty ap
Enter OLIVIA. pears, in leaving his friend here in necessity, and denying him; and for his cowardship, ask
Oli. Hold, Toby; on thy life, I charge thee, Fabian.
hold. Fab. A coward, a most devout coward, re
Sir To. Madam? ligious in it.
Oli. Will it be ever thus ? Ungracious wretch, Sir And. 'Slid, I'll after him again, and beat Fit for the mountains, and the barbarous caves, bin.
Where manners ne'er were preach'd! out of my Sir To. Do, cuff him soundly, but never draw sight! thy sword.
Be not offended, dear
Cesario :Sir And. An I do not,
(Exit. Rudesby,* be gone!-! pr’ythee, gentle friend, Fab. Come, let's see the event.
(Excunt Sir Toby, Sir ANDREW, and Fabian. Sir To. I dare lay any money, 'twill be no- Let thy fair wisdom, not thy passion, sway thing yet.
[Exeunt. In this uncivil and unjust extent
Against thy peace. Go with me to my house ACT IV.
And hear thou there how many fruitless pranks SCENE 1.–The Street before Olivia's House. This ruffian hath botch'd up,t that thou thereby
May'st smile at this : thou shalt not choose but Enter SEBASTIAN and Clown.
go; Clo. Will you make me believe, that I am Do not deny: Beshrewş his soul for me, not sent for you?
He started one poor heart of mine in thée. Seb. Go to, go to, thou art a foolish fellow; Seb. What relish is in this ? how runs the Let me be clear of thee.
stream? Clo. Well held out, i'faith! No, I do not Or I am mad, or else this is a dream :know you; nor I am not sent to you by iny Let fancy still my sense in Lethe steep;, lady, to bid you come speak with her; nor your If it be thus to dream, still let me sleep! name is not master Cesario; nor this is not my Oli. Nay, come, I pr’ythee: 'Would thou’dst Dose neither.-Nothing, that is so, is so.
be ruld by me! Seb. I pr’ythee, ventt thy folly somewhere Seb. Madam, I will. Thou know'st not me.
(else; Oli. O, say so, and so be! (Exeun.. Clo. Vent my folly! He has heard that word
SCENE II.-A Room in Olivia's House. of some great man, and now applies it to a fool. Vent my folly! I am afraid this great
Enter MARIA and Clown. lubber, the world, will prove a cockney:-I Mar. Nay, I pr’ythee, put on this gown, and pr’ythee now, ungird thy strangeness, and tell this beard; make him believe, thou art Sir me what I shall vent to my lady; Shall I vent Topas the curate; do it quickly: !!!! call Sir to her, that thou art coming ?
Toby the whilst.
[Erit MARIA, Seb. I pr’ythee, foolish Greek, depart from Clo. Well, I'll put it on, and I will dissem
blell myself in't; and I would I were the first There's money tor thee; if you tarry longer, that ever dissembled in such a gown. I am I shall give worse payment.
not fat enough to become the function well; Clo. By my troth, thou hast an open hand :These wise men, that give fools money, get but to be said, an honest man and a good
por lean enough to be thought a good student: themselves a good report after fourteen years' housekeeper, goes as fairly, as to say, a careful purchase.
man, and a great scholar. The competitors
enter. Enter Sir ANDREW, Sir Toby, and Fabian.
Enter Sir TOBY Belch and MARIA. Sir And. Now, Sir; have I met you again ?
[Striking SEBASTIAN. Sir To. Jove bless thee, master parson. Seb. Why, there's for thee, and there, and Clo. Bonos dies, Sir Toby: for as the old there :
hermit of Prague, that never saw pen and ink, Are all the people mad ? (Beating Sir Andrew. very wittily said to a piece of king Gorboduc,
Sir To. Hold, Sir or I'll throw your dagger That, that is, is: so I, being master parson, am o'er the house.
master parson; For what is that, but that? Clo. This will I tell nıy lady straight; I would and is, but is? not be in some of your coats for two-pence. Sir To. To him, Sir Topas.
[Exit Clown. Clo. What, hoa, I say,--Peace in this prison ! Sir To. Come on, Sir; hold.
Sir To. The knave counterfeits well; a good (Holding SEBASTIAN. knave. Sir And. Nay, let him alone, I'll go another Mal. [In an inner chamber. ] Who calls there? way to work with him; I'll have an action of Clo. Sir Topas, the curate, who comes to visit battery against him, if there be any law in Il-Malvolio the lunatic.
Rude fellow. + Violence. Made up. la the relection of my own figure. + Let out. IU betide. | Disguise. 1 Confederatas
there's for you.
Mal. Sir Topas, Sir Topas, good Sir Topas, , me in darkness, send ministers to me, asses, go to my lady.
and do all they can to face me out of my Clo. Out, hyperbolical fiend! how vexest thou wits. this man? talkest thou nothing but of ladies ? Clo. Advise you what you say; the minister Sir To. Well said, master parson.
is here.--Malvolio, Malvolio, thy wits the heaMal. Sir Topas, never was man thus wronged: vens restore! endeavour thyselt' to sleep, and good Sir Topas, do not think I am mad; they leave thy vain bibble babble. have laid me here in hideous darkness.
Mal. Sir Topas, – Clo. Fie, thou dishonest Sathan! I call thee Clo. Maintain no words with him, good fel. by the most modest terms ; for I am one of those low --Who, I, Sir? not I, Sir. God b'wi’you, gentle ones, that will use the devil himself with good Sir Topas.—Marry, amen.-I will, Sir, I courtesy: Say'st thou, that house is dark ? will. Mal. As hell, Sir Topas.
Mal. Fool, fool, fool, I say, Clo. Why, it hath bay-windows* transparent Clo. Alas, Sir, be patient. What say you, as barricadoes, and the clear stones towards Sir? I am shent" for speaking to you. the south-north are as lustrous as ebony; and Mal. Good fool, help me to some light, and yet complainest thou of obstruction ?
some paper; I tell thee, I am as well in my Mal. I am not mad, Sir Topas; I say to you, wits, as any man in Illyria. this house is dark.
Clo. Well-a-day,--that you were, Sir! Clo. Madman, thou errest: I say, there is Mal. By this hand, I am: Good fool, some no darkness, but ignorance; in which thou art ink, paper, and light, and convey what I will more puzzled, than the Egyptians in their fog. set down to my lady; it shall advantage thee
Mal. I say, this house is as dark as igno- more than ever the bearing of letter did. rance, though ignorance were as dark as hell; Clo. I will help you to't.
But tell me true, and I say, there was never man thus abused: are you not mad indeed ? or do you but counam no more mad than you are; make the trial terseit? of it in any constant question.t
Mul. Believe me, I am not; I tell thee true. Clo. What is the opinion of Pythagoras, con- Clo. Nay, I'll ne'er believe a madman, till cerning wild-fowl?
I see his brains. I will fetch you light, and Mal. That the soul of our grandam might paper, and ink. haply inhabit a bird.
Mal. Fool, I'll requite it in the highest deClo. What thinkest thou of his opinion ? gree: I pr’ythee, begone. Mal. I think nobly of the soul, and no way
I am gone, Sir, approve bis opinion.
And unon, Sir, Clo. Fare thee well: Remain thou still in
I'll be with you again, darkness : thou shalt hold the opinion of Py.
In a trice; thagoras, ere I will allow of thy wits; and fear
Like to the old vicent to kill a woodcock, lest thou dispossess the soul
Your need to sustain; of thy grandam. Fare thee well.
Who with dagger of lath,
In his rage und his wrath,
Cries, ah, hu! to the devil: Clo. Nay, I am for all waters.
Like a mad lud, Mar. Thou might'st have done this without thy beard, and gown; he sees thee not.
Pure thy nails, dad, Sir To. To him in thine own voice, and bring
Adieu, goodman drivel. (Erit. me word how thou findest him: I would, we
SCENE III.-Olivia's Garden. were well rid of this knavery. If he may be conveniently delivered, I would he were ; for I
Enter SEBASTIAN. am now so far in offence with my niece, that I cannot pursue with any safety this sport to the
Seb. This is the air ; that is the glorious sun; apshot. Come by and by to my chainber.
This pearl she gave me, I do feel't, and see't: (Exeunt Sir TOBY and MARIA. And though 'tis wonder that enwraps me thus, Clo. Hey Robin, jolly Robin,
Yet 'tis not madness. Where's Antonio then Tell me how thy lady does. [Singing. I could not find him at the Elephant: Mul. Fool,
Yet there he was; and there I found this creslit, Clo. My lady is unkind, perdy.
That he did range the town to seek me out. Mal. Fool,
His counsel now might do me golden service: Clo. Alas, why is she so?
For though my soul disputes well with my Mal. Fool, I say;
sense, Clo. She loves another- Who calls, ha ?
That this may be some error, but no madness, Mal. Good fool, as ever thou wilt deserve Yet doth this accident and flood of fortune Well at my hand, help me to a candle, and pen, So far exceed all instance, all discourse, ink, and paper; as I am a gendeman, I will That I am ready to distrust mine eyes, live to be thankful to thee for't.
And wrangle with my reason, thai persuades Clo. Master Malvolio!
To any other trust,ll but that I am mad, [me Mal. Ay, good fool.
Or else the lady's mad; yet it 'twere so, Clo. Alas, Sir, how fell you besides your five She could not sway her house, command her wits?
followers, 1 Mal. Fool, there was never man so notori- Take, and give back, affairs, and their des. ously abused : I am as well in my wits, fool, with such a smooth, discreet, and stable bear.
(ing, as thou art.
Clo. But as well? then you are mad, indeed, As, I perceive, she does: there's something in't, if you be no better in your wits than a fool.
That is deceivable. But here comes the lady. Mul. They have here propertied me, keep
* Scolded, reprimanded. + Regular conversation. + A buffoon character in the old plays, and father of I Any other gem, as a Topaz.
the modern harlequun. Senses. || Taken possession of.
Reason. || Belier. 7 Servants
* Bow windows
Enter OLIVIA und u Priest.
I come again. I go, Sir; but I would not have Oli. Blame not this haste of mine: If you you to think, that my desire of having is the mean well,
sin of covetousness : but, as you say, Sir, let Now go with me, and with this holy man,
your bounty take a nap, I will awake it anon. Into the chantry* by: there, before him,
[Exit Clown. And underneath that consecrated roof,
Enter ANTONIO and OFFJCERS. Plight me the full assurance of your faith; That my most jealous and too doubtful soul Vio. Here comes the man, Sir, that did rescue May live at peace: He shall conceal it, Whilest you are willing it shall come to note; Yet, when I saw it last, it was besmear'd
Duke. That face of his I do remember well; What time we will our celebration keep According to my birth.-What do you say?
As black as Vulcan, in the smoke of war: Seb. I'll follow this good man, and go with A bawbling vessel was he captain of, you;
For shallow draught, and bulk, anprizable; And, having sworn truth, ever will be true. With which such scathful* grapple did he make Oli. Then lead the way, good father ;-And With the most noble bottom of our feet, heavens so shine,
That very envy, and the tongue of loss, l'hat they may fairly note this act of mine! Cried fame and honour on him.- What's the
1 Off. Orsino, this is that Antonio, ACT V.
That took the Phønix, and her fraught,t from SCENE I.-The Street hefore Olivia's House. And this is he, 'that did the Tiger board,
When your young nephew Titus lost his leg: Fab. Now, as thou lovest me, let me see his Here in the streets, desperate of shame, and letter.
state, Clo. Good master Fabian, grant me another In private brabble did we apprehend him. request.
Vio. He did me kindness, Sir; drew on my Fab. Any thing:
side; Clo. Do not desire to see this letter.
But, in conclusion, put strange speech upon me, Fab. That is, to give a dog, and, in recom- I know not what 'twas, but distraction. pense, desire my dog again,
Duke. Notable pirate! thon salt-water thief!
What foolish boldness brought thee to their Enter Duke, Viola, und Attendants.
mercies, Duke. Belong you to the lady Olivia, friends? Whom thou, in terms so bloody, and so dear, Clo. Ay, Sir; we are some of her trappings. Hast made thine enemies?
Duke. I know thee well; How dost thou, my Ant. Orsino, noble Sir, good fellow?
Be pleas'd that I shake off these names you Clo. Truly, Sir, the better for my foes, and
give me; the worse for my friends.
Antonio never yet was thief, or pirate, Duke. Just the contrary; the better for thy Though, I confess, on base and ground enough, friends.
Orsino's enemy. A witchcraft drew me hither: Clo. No, Sir, the worse.
That most ungrateful boy there, by your side, Drike. How can that be?
From the rude sea's enrag'd and foamy mouth Clo. Marry, Sir, they praise me, and make Did I redeem; a wreck past hope he was: an ass of me; now my foes tell me plainly. I am His life I gave him, and did thereto add an ass : so that by my foes, Sir, I profit in the My love, without retention, or restraint knowledge of myself, and by my friends I am All his in dedication : for his sake, abused : so that, conclusions to be as kisses, if Did I expose myself, pure for his love, your four negatives make your two affirmatives, Into the danger of this adverse town; why, then the worse for my friends, and the Drew to defend him, when he was beset; better for my foes.
Where being apprehended, his false cunning, Duke. Why, this is excellent.
(Not meaning to partake with me in danger,) Clo. By my troth, Sir, po; though it please Taught him to face me out of his acquaintance, you to be one of my friends.
And grew a twenty-years-removed thing, Duke. Thou shalt not be the worse for me; While one would wink; denied me mine own there's gold.
Vio. How can this be?
Ant. To-day, my lord; and for three months Duke. Well, I will be so much a sinner to be
before, a double-dealer; there's another.
(No interim, not a minute's vacancy,) Clo. Primo, secundo, tertio, is a good play; Both day and night did we keep company. and the old saying is, the third pays for all:
Enter OLIVIA and Attendants. the triplex, Sir, is a good tripping measure; or the bells of St. Bennet, Sir, may put you in
Duke. Here comes the countess : now heaven mind; One, two, three.
walks on earth. Duke. You can fool no more money out of. But for thee, fellow, fellow, thy words are me at this throw : if you will let your lady
madness : know, I am here to speak with her, and bring Three months this youth hath tended upon me; her along with you, it may awake my bounty But more of that anon.-- Take him aside. further.
Oli. What would my lord, but that he may Clo. Marry, Sir, lullaby to your bounty, till
not have, • Little chapel.
Wherein Olivia may seem serviceable?-- Priest. A contract of eternal bond of love, Cesario, you do not keep promise with me. Confirm'd by mutual joinder of your hands, Vio. Madam?
Attested by the holy close of lips, Duke. Gracious Olivia,
Strengthen'd by interchangement of your rings ; Oli. What do you say, Cesario ?--Good And all the ceremony of this compact my lord,
Seal’d in my function, by my testimony: Vio. My lord would speak, my duty hushes Since when, my watch hath told me, toward
my grave, Oli. If it be aught to the old tune, my lord, I have traveli'd but two hours. It is as fat* and fulsome to mine ear,
Duke. 0, thou dissembling cub! what wilt As howling after music.
thou be, Duke. Still so cruel ?
When time hath sow'd a grizzle on thy case ?* Oli. Still so constant, lord.
Or will not else thy craft so quickly grow, Duke. What! to perverseness ? you uncivil That thine own trip shall be thine overthrow ? lady,
Farewell, and take her; but direct thy feet, To whose ingrate and unauspicious altars Where thou and I henceforth may never meet. My soul the faithfull’st offerings hath breath'd Vio. My lord, I do protest, out,
Oli. O, do not swear ;
[fear. That e'er devotion tender'd! What shall I do? Hold little faith, though thou hast too much Oli. Even what it please my lord, that shall become him.
Enter Sir ANDREW AGUE-Check, with his head Duke. Why should I not, had I the heart to
broke. do it,
Sir And. For the love of God, a surgeon; Like to the Egyptian thief, at point of death, Kill what I love; a savage jealousy, [this:
send one presently to Sir Toby.
Oli. What's the matter ?
Sir And. He has broke my head across, and And that I partly know the instrument
has given Sir Toby a bloody coxcomb too : for That screws me from my true place in your forty pounds, I were at home.
the love of God, your help: I had rather than favour, Live you, the marble-breasted tyrant, still;
Oli. Who has done this, Sir Andrew ? But this, your minion, whom,
Sir And. The count's gentleman, one Cesalove,
rio : we took him for a coward, but he's the And whom,' by heaven, I swear, 1 tender very devil incardinate. Him will I tear out of that cruel eye,
Duke. My gentleman, Cesario! Where he sits crowned in his master's spite.
Sir And. Od's lifelings here he is :-You Come boy, with me; my thoughts are ripe in broke my head for nothing; and that that I mischief:
did, I was set on to do't by Sir Toby. I'll sacrifice the lamb that I do love,
Vio. Why do you speak to me? I never hurt To spite a raven's heart within a dove. [Going. you: You drew your sword upon me, without
Vio. And I, most jocund, apt, and willingly: cause; But I bespake you fair, and hurt you To do you rest, a thousand' deaths would die.
Sir And. If a bloody coxcomb be a hurt, you Oli. Where goes Cesario?
have hurt me; I think, you set nothing by a Vio. After him I love,
bloody coxcomb. More than I love these eyes, more than my life. More, by all mores, than e'er I shall love wife;
Enter Sir Toby Belch, drunk, led by the
Clown. If I do feign, you witnesses above, Punish my life, for tainting of my love! Here comes Sir Toby halting, you shall hear
Oli. Ah me, 'detested! how am I beguil'd ! more: but if he had not been in drink, he Vio. Who does beguile you? who does do you would have tickled you othergatest than he wrong?
did. Oli. Hast thou forgot thyself! Is it so Duke. How now, gentleman ? how is't with long !-Call forth the holy father.
[Exit an Attendant. Sir To. That's all one; he has hurt me, and : Duke. Come away;
[TO VIOLA. there's the end on't. Sot, did'st see Dick surOli. Whither my lord ?-Cesario, husband, geon, sot? stay.
Cló. O he's drunk, Sir Toby, an hour agone; Duke. Husband ?
his eyes were set at eight i'the morning. Oli. Ay, husband ; Can he that deny ?
Sir To. Then he's a rogue. After a passyDuke. Her husband, sirrah ?
measure, or a paving: I hate a drunken rogue. Vio. No, my lord, not I.
Oli. Away with him : Who hath made this Oli. Alas, it is the baseness of thy fear, havoc with them ? That makes thee strangle thy propriety it Sir And. I'll help you, Sir Toby, because Fear not, Cesario, take thy fortunes up; we'll be dress'd together. Be that thou know'st thou art, and then thou Sir To. Will you help an ass-head, and a art
(father! coxcomb, and a knave? 'a thin-faced knave, a As great as that thou fear’st.--0), welcome, gull ?
Oli. Get him to bed, and let his hurt be look'd Re-enter Attendant and PRIEST.
to. Father, 1 charge thee, by thy reverence,
[Exeunt Clowy, Sir Toby, and Sir Andrew.] Here to unfold (though lately we intended
Enter SEBASTIAN. To keep in darkness, what occasion now Reveals before 'tis ripe,) what thou dost know, Seb. I am sorry, madam, I have hurt your Hath newly past between this youth and me.
kinsman; Dull, grote
+ Disown thy property. Skin + Otherwars. t serious cancer