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But this your minion, whom I see you love,
[Exeunt Duke and Gentlemen, R.
. Where goes Cesario ?
. Ah, me, forsaken ! how am I beguiled !
Oli. Hast thou forgot thyself? Is it so long ?
Enter DUKE, R.
Oli. Fear not, Cesario, take thy fortunes up ;
Enter FRIAR and two Seavants, R.
Friar. A contract of eternal bond of love,
Sealed in my function, by my testimony :
Duke. Oh, thou dissembling cub ! what wilt thou be
Vio. My lord, I do protest
Oli. Do not swear ;
[Olivia sends away the Friar, R. Enter SiR ANDREW, L., crying with a broken head. Sir An. Oh, oh!--for the love of heaven, a surgeon ! send one presently to Sir Toby.
Oli. What's the matter ?
Sir An. He has broke my head across, and has given Sir Toby a bloody coxcomb, too! for the love of heaven, your help ! I had rather than forty pound I were at home.
Oli. Who has done this, Sir Andrew ?
Sir An. The duke's gentleman, one Cesario : we took him for a coward, hut he's the very devil incardinate.
Duke. My gentleman, Cesario?
Sir An. Od's lifelings, here he is !---you broke my head for nothing ; and that that I did, I was set on to do’t by Sir Toby.
Vio. Why do you speak to me? I never hurt you : You
ew your sword upon me without cause ; But I bespake you fair, and hurt you not.
Sir An. If a bloody coxcomb be a hurt, you bave hurt me ; I think you set nothing by a bloody coxcomb.
Sir 70. Without, L. Holla, Sir Andrew !—where are you?
Sir An. Here comes Sir Toby, halting-you shall hear more : but if he had not been in drink, he would have tickled your Toby for you. Enter Sir Toby, drunk, with his forehead bleeding, led by the
Clown, L. Duke. How now, gentleman ? How is't it with you?
Sir To. That's all one ; he has hurt me, and there's the end on’t.-Sot, did'st thou see Dick surgeon, sot?
Clown. Oh, he's drunk, Sir Toby, an hour agone.
Sir To, Then he's a rogue, a drunken rogue—and I hate a druken rogue.
Enter SEBASTIAN, behind, L. Oli. Away with him ; who hath made this havoc with them?
Sir An. I'll help you, Sir Toby, because we'll be dressed together.
Sir To. Will you help, an ass-head, and a coxcomb,
[Exeunt Sir Andrew, Sir Toby and Clown. L. Seb. (Advances.) I am sorry, madam, I have burt your
[Antonio, secing Sebastian, comes forward
Duke. One face, one voice, one habit, and two persons ! A natural perspective, that is, and is not.
Seb. Antonio, ob, my dear Antonio !
Ant. Sebastian, are you?
Ant. How have you made a division of yourself?
Which is Sebastian ?
Vio. Of Messaline ; Sebastian was my father ;
If spirits can assume both form and suit,
Seb. Were you a woman, as the rest goes even,
Vio. If nothing lets to make us happy both,
took. Duke. 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 should'st love woman like to me.
Vio. And all those swearings keep as true in soul,
Duke. Give me thy hand;
Vio. The captain, that did bring me first on shore,
Oli. He shall enlarge bim :-fetch Malvolio bither :
Enter Clown, with a letter, and FABIAN, R. S. E.
Clown. Truly, Madam, he holds Belzebub at the staves end, as well as a man in his case may do : he has here writ a letter to you : I should have given it to you to-day morning ; but as a madman's epistle's are no gospels, so it skills not much when they are delivered.
Oli. Open it, and read it.
Clown. Look, then, to be well edified, when the fool delivers the madman ! (Reads) "By the Lord, madam,'
Oli. How now ! art thou mad ?
TWELFTH NIGHT. 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 leare my duty a little unthought of, and speak out of my
* The madly-used Malvolio.'
Erit, Fabian, R.
Duke. Madam, I am most apt to embrace your offerYour master quits you : (To Viola,) and, for your service
Enter Malvolio, with a letter, and FABIAN, R. S. E.
Oli. Have I, Malvolio ?
[Gives Olivia the letter. You must now now deny it is
'tis not your seal, nor your invention.