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Sir To. That's all one: he has hurt me, and there's the end on 't.-Sot, didst see Dick surgeon, sot?

Clo. O! he's drunk, sir Toby, an hour agone: his eyes were set at eight i' the morning.

Sir To. Then he's a rogue, and a passy-measures pavin. I hate a drunken rogue.

Oli. Away with him! Who hath made this havoc with them?

Sir And. I'll help you, sir Toby, because we 'll be dressed together.

Sir To. Will you help? An ass-head, and a coxcomb, and a knave! a thin-faced knave, a gull! Oli. Get him to bed, and let his hurt be look'd to. [Exeunt Clown, Sir TOBY, and Sir ANDREW. Enter SEBASTIAN (all start2).

Seb. I am sorry, madam, I have hurt your kinsman; But had it been the brother of my blood,

I must have done no less with wit and safety.

You throw a strange regard upon me, and by that

I do perceive it hath offended you:

Pardon me, sweet one, even for the vows

We made each other but so late ago.

Duke. One face, one voice, one habit, and two persons;
A natural perspective, that is, and is not!
Seb. Antonio! O, my dear Antonio !

How have the hours rack'd and tortur'd me,
Since I have lost thee!

Ant. Sebastian are you?


Ant. How have you made division of yourself?—

Fear'st thou that, Antonio?

Which is Sebastian?

An apple cleft in two is not more twin

Than these two creatures.

Oli. Most wonderful!

Seb. Do I stand there? I never had a brother; Nor can there be that deity in my nature,

Of here and every where. I had a sister,

Whom the blind waves and surges have devour'd.[TO VIOLA.] Of charity, what kin are you to me? What countryman? what name? what parentage? Vio. Of Messaline: Sebastian was my father;

1 The pavin, or peacock dance, was slow and heavy; the passa mezzo, was a formal step. 2"all start," not in f. e. 3 A picture painted on a board, so cut as to present a different appearance when looked at in front or at the side.

Such a Sebastian was my brother too,
So went he suited to his watery tomb.
If spirits can assume both form and suit,
You come to fright us.

A spirit I am indeed ;
But am in that dimension grossly clad,
Which from the womb I did participate.
Were you a woman, as the rest goes even,
I should my tears let fall upon your cheek,
And say—thrice welcome, drowned Viola !

Vio. My father had a mole upon his brow.
Seb. And so had mine.

Vio. And died that day, when Viola from her birth Had number'd thirteen years.

Seb. 0! that record is lively in my soul.
He finished, indeed, his mortal act
That day that made my sister thirteen years.

Vio. If nothing lets to make us happy both,
But this my masculine usurp'd attire,
Do not embrace me, till each circumstance
Of place, time, fortune, do cohere, and jump,
That I am Viola : which to confirm,
I'll bring you to a captain's in this town,
Where lie my maiden weeds; by whose gentle help
I was preserv'd to serve this noble count.
All the occurrence of my fortune since
Hath been between this lady, and this lord.
Seb. So comes it, lady, [To Olivia.] you have been

mistook ;
But nature to her bias truel in that.
You would have been contracted to a maid,
Nor are you therein, by my life, deceiv'd:
You are betroth'd both to a maid and man.

Duke. Be not amaz'd; right noble is his blood.-
If this be so, as yet the glass seems true,
I shall have share in this most happy wreck.
Boy, [To Viola.] thou hast said to me a thousand times,
Thou never shouldst love woman like to me.

Vio. And all those sayings will I over-swear,
And all those swearings keep as true in soul,
As doth that orbed continent, the fire
That severs day from night.

Give me thy hand;
i drew: in f. e.

And let me see thee in thy woman's weeds.

Vio. The captain, that did bring me first on shore, Hath my maid's garments: he, upon some action,

Is now in durance at Malvolio's suit,

A gentleman, and follower of my lady's.

Oli. He shall enlarge him.-Fetch Malvolio hither:And yet, alas! now I remember me,

They say, poor gentleman, he's much distract.
A most distracting1 frenzy of mine own

From my remembrance clearly banish'd his.-
Re-enter Clown, with a letter.

How does he, sirrah?

Clo. Truly, madam, he holds Beelzebub at the stave's end. as well as a man in his case may do. He has here writ a letter to you: I should have given it you to-day morning; but as a madman's epistles are no gospels, so it skills not much when they are delivered.

Oli. Open it, and read it.

Clo. Look then to be well edified, when the fool delivers the madman:-[Reads.] "By the Lord, madam,"

Oli. How now? art thou mad?

Clo. No, madam, I do but read madness: an your ladyship will have it as it ought to be, you must allow


Oli. Pr'ythee, read i' thy right wits.

Clo. So I do, madonna; but to read his right wits, is to read thus: therefore perpend, my princess, and give ear. Oli. Read it you, sirrah. [TO FABIAN. Fab. [Reads.] (: 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.

"The madly-used MALVOLIO."

Oli. Did he write this?

Clo. Ay, madam.

Duke. This savours not much of distraction.

1 extracting: in f. e. 2 Signifies.

Oli. See him deliver'd, Fabian: bring him hither.

[Exit FABIAN. My lord, so please you, these things further thought on, To think me as well a sister as a wife,

One day shall crown the alliance, and' so please you, Here at my house, and at my proper cost.

Duke. Madam, I am most apt t' embrace your offer.— [TO VIOLA.] Your master quits you; and for your service done him,

So much against the mettle of your sex,

So far beneath your soft and tender breeding,
And since you call'd me master for so long,
Here is my hand; you shall from this time be
Your master's mistress.


A sister you are she.

Re-enter FABIAN, with MALVOLIO,2 with straw about him, as from prison.

Duke. Is this the madman?

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Mal. Lady, you have. Pray you, peruse that letter: You must not now deny it is your hand,

Write from it, if you can, in hand, or phrase;

Or say, 't is not your seal, nor your invention:
You can say none of this. Well, grant it then,
And tell me, in the modesty of honour,

Why you have given me such clear lights of favour,
Bade me come smiling, and cross-garter'd to you,
To put on yellow stockings, and to frown
Upon sir Toby, and the lighter people?
And, acting this in an obedient hope,
Why have you suffer'd me to be imprison'd,
Kept in a dark house, visited by the priest,
And made the most notorious geck3 and gull,
That e'er invention play'd on? tell me why.

Oli. Alas! Malvolio, this is not my writing,
Though, I confess, much like the character;
But, out of question, 't is Maria's hand:
And now I do bethink me, it was she

1 the alliance on 't: in f. e. 2 The rest of this direction is not in 3 Object of scorn.

f. e.

First told me thou wast mad; thou' cam'st in smiling,
And in such forms which here were preimpos'd2
Upon thee in the letter. Pr'ythee, be content:
This practice hath most shrewdly pass'd upon thee;
But when we know the grounds and authors of it,
Thou shalt be both the plaintiff and the judge
Of thine own cause.

Good madam, hear me speak;
And let no quarrel, nor no brawl to come,
Taint the condition of this present hour,
Which I have wonder'd at. In hope it shall not,
Most freely I confess, myself, and Toby,
Set this device against Malvolio here,
Upon some stubborn and uncourteous parts
We had conceived against him. Maria writ
The letter at sir Toby's great importance;
In recompense whereof he hath married her.
How with a sportful malice it was follow'd,
May rather pluck on laughter than revenge,
If that the injuries be justly weigh'd,

That have on both sides past.

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Oli. Alas, poor soul, how have they baffled thee! Clo. Why some are born great, some achieve greatness, and some have greatness thrust 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? an you smile not, he's gagg'd:" And thus the whirligig of time brings in his revenges. Mal. I'll be reveng'd on the whole pack of you. [Exit. Oli. He hath been most notoriously abus'd. Duke. Pursue him, and entreat him to a peace. He hath not told us of the captain yet; When that is known and golden time convents, A solemn combination shall be made

Of our dear souls:-mean time, sweet sister,
We will not part from hence.-Cesario, come;
For so you shall be, while you are a man,
But when in other habits you are seen,
Orsino's mistress, and his fancy's queen.


1 then in f. e. 2 presupposed: in f. e. 3 fool: in f. e. 4 thrown: in f. e.

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