Vio. The captain, that did bring me first on thore, Hath maids Hath my garments he upon fome action Is now in durance, at Malvolio's fuit, A gentleman and follower of my Lady's.""

Oli. He hall enlarge him: fetch Malvolio hither. And yet, alas, now I remember me,

They fay, poor gentleman, he's much distract.

Enter the Clown with a letter, and Fabian.

A most extracting frenzy of mine own
From my remembrance clearly banish'd his."
How does he, firrah

Clo. Truly, Madam, he holds Belzebub at the ftave's end, as well as a man in his cafe may do; h'as here writ a letter to you, I fhould have giv'n it you to-day morning. But as a mad-man's epiftles are no gofpels, fo it fkills not much, when they are deliver❜d..

Oli. Open't, and read it.

2 Clo. Look then to be well edify'd, when the fool delivers the mad-man-By the Lord, Madam, [Reads. Oli. How now, art mad?

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

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

BODOY Clo. So I do, Madona; but to read his right wits is to read thus: therefore perpend, my Princefs, and give ear.

Oli. Read it you, firrah.

[To Fabian. Fab. [Reads. By the Lord, Madam, you wrong me, and the world fall know it. though you have put me into darkness, and given your drunken uncle rule over me, yet have I the benefit of my fenfes as well as your Ladyship. I bave your own letter, that induced me to the femblance I put on; with the which, I doubt not, but to do myself much right, or you much shame think of. me as you pleafe: I leave my duty a little unthonght of, and fpeak out of my injury, The madly us'd Malvolio.. Oli. Did he write this? 8311 Clo. Ay, Madam.

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Duke This favours not much of diftraction. Oli, See him deliver'd, Fabian; bring him hither. My Lord, fo please you, thefe things further thought on, To think me as well a fifter, as a wife;

One day fhall crown th' alliance on't, so please you, Here at my house, and at my proper coft..

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Duke. Madam, I am moft apt t'embrace your offer.
Your mafter quits you; and for your fervice done him,
So much against the metal of your sex,
[To Viol..

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

you are she..

Enter Malvolio.

Duke. Is this the madman ?

علان

Oli. Ay, my Lord, the fame: how now, Malvolio? Mal. Madam, you have done me wrong, notorious Oli. Have I, Malvolio? no. [wrong.. Mal. Lady, you have; pray you perufe that letter. You must not now deny it is your hand. Write from it if you can, in hand or phrase; Or fay, 'tis not your feal, nor your invention; You can fay none of this. Well, grant it then And tell me in the modefty of honour, Why you have given me fuch clear lights of favour, Bade me come fmiling, and cross-garter'd to you, youraviy To put on yellow ftockings, and to frown 63% 30 Upon Sir Toby, and the lighter people: And acting this in an obedient hope, Why have you fuffer'd me to be imprifon'd,. Kept in a dark houfe, vifited by the priest, And made the most notorious geck, and gull, That e'er invention plaid on? tell me, why? Oli. Alas, Malvolio, this is not my writing, Tho', I confefs, much like the character: But, out of queftion, 'tis Maria's hand.. And now I do bethink me, it was their lo First told me, thou waft mad; then cam'ft thou fmiling,.

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Pardon me, fweet one, even for the vows
We made each other, but fo late ago.

Duke. One face, one voice, one habit, and two perfons; A nat'ral 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 loft thee?

Ant. Sebaftian are you?

Seb. Fear'ft thou that, Antonio!

Ant. How have you made divifion of yourself? An apple, cleft in two, is not more twin

Than thefe two creatures.

Oli. Moft wonderful!

Which is Sebaftian?

Seb. Do I ftand there? I never had a brother:
Nor can there be that deity in my nature,
Of here and every where. I had a fifter,

Whom the blind waves and furges have devour'd:
Of charity, what kin are you to me?

[To Viola.
What countryman ? what name? what parentage?
Vio. Of Meffaline; Sebaftian was my father;
Such a Sebaftian was my brother too:
So went he fuited to his wat'ry tomb.
If fpirits can affume both form and fuit,
You come to fright us.

Seb. A fpirit I am, indeed;

But am in that dimenfion grofsly clad,
Which from the womb I did participate.
Were you a woman, as the reft goes even,
I fhould my tears let fall upon your cheek,
And fay, 66 Thrice welcome, drowned Viola!
Fio. My father had a mole upon his brow.
Seb. And fo had mine.

Vio. And dy'd that day, when Viola from her birthHad numbered thirteen years.

Seb. O, that record is lively in my foul;

He finished, indeed, his mortal act,

That day that made my fifter thirteen years.

Vio. If nothing lets to make us happy both,
But this my mafculine ufurp'd attire;
Do not embrace me, 'till each circumftance

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Clo. Well held out, i'faith: no, I do not know you, nor I am not fent to you by my Lady, to bid you come fpeak with her; nor your name is not mafter Cefario, nor this is not my nofe neither; nothing, that is fo, is fo.

Seb. I pr'ythee, vent thy folly fomewhere else; thou know'ft not me.

Clo. Vent my folly! he has heard that word of fome 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 pr'ythee now, ungird thy ftrangenefs and tell me what I fhall vent to my Lady; shall I vent to her, that thou art coming?

Seb. I pr'ythee, foolish Greek, depart from me; there's money for thee. If you tarry longer, I fhall give worfe payment.

Clo. By my troth, thou haft an open hand; thefe wife men, that give fools money, get themselves a good report after fourteen years purchase.

Enter Sir Andrew, Sir Toby, and Fabian.

Sir And. Now, Sir, have I met you again? there's

for you. [Striking Sebaftian. Seb. Why, there's for thee, and there, and there: are all the people mad? [Beating Sir Andrew. Sir To. Hold, Sir, or I'll throw your dagger o'er the houfe.

Clo. This will I tell my Lady ftrait: I would not be in fome of your coats for two pence. [Exit Clown. Sir To. Come on, Sir; hold. [Holding Sebaftian. Sir And. 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; tho' I ftruck him firft, yet it's no matter for that.

Seb. Let go thy hand.

Sir To. Come, Sir, I will not let you go. Come, my young foldier, put up your iron; you are well flefh'd come on.

Seb. I will be free from thee. What woulft thou now? if thou dar'ft tempt me further, draw thy fword.

Sir Ta.