« PreviousContinue »
Sir To. Then he's a rogue. After a passy-mea. sure, or a pavin*, I hate a drunken rogue.
Oli. Away with him: Who hath made this barock 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 cox. comb, and a knave? a thin-faced knave, a gull? Oli. Get him to bed, and let his hurt be look'd to.
[Ereunt Clown, Sir Toby, and Sir Andrew.
Seb. I am sorry, madam, I have hurt your kins
man; 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, ove habit, and two
Seb. Antonio, O my dear Antonio !
Ant. Sebastian are you i
Fear'st thou that, Antonio?
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:Of charityt, what kin are you to me? [To Viola.
. Serious dancers.
+ Out of charity tell me.
What countryman? what vame? what parent
Vio. Of Messaline : Sebastian was my father;
A spirit I am indeed;
Vio. My father had a mole upon his brow.
Vio. And died that day when Viola from her birth Had number'd thirteen years.
Seb. O, that record is lively in my soul !
Vio. If nothing lets* to make us happy both,
[To Olivia. But nature to her bias drew in that. You would have heen 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 seenis true,
I shall have share in this most happy wreck :
[To Viola. Thou never should'st love woman like to me.
Vio. And all those sayings will I over-swear;
Give me thy hand; And let me see thee in thy woman's weeds.
Vio. The captain, that did bring me first on shore, llath my maid's garments: he, upon some action, Is now in durauće; at Malvolio's suit. A gentleman, and follower of my lady's. Oli. He shall enlarge bim-Fetch Malvolio
hither : And yet, alas, now I remeniber me, They say, poor gentleman, he's much distract.
Re-enter Clown, with a letter.
A most extracting phrensy of mine own
clo. Truly, madam, he holds Belzebub 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 de. livered.
Oli. Open it, and read it.
clo. Look then to be well edified, when the fool delivers the madman:- By the lord, madam,
Oli. How now ! art thon mad?
Clo. No, madam, I do but read madness: an your ladyship will have it as it ought to be, you must allow vor*.
Oli. Priythee, read i'thy right wits.
.Clo So I do, madonna; but to read his right wits, is to read thus: therefore perpend*, my prin. cess, 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 leude 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. Oli. See him deliver'd, Fabian; bring him hither.
[Erit 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 on't, so please you, Here at my house, and at my proper cost. Duke. Madam, I am most apt to embrace your
offer.Your master quits you ; [To Viola.] and, for your
service done bim,
A sister?--you are she.
Re-enter Fabian, with Malvolio.
Duke. Is this the madman?
+ Frame and constitution.
Ay, my lord, this same: How now, Malvolio? Mal.
Madam, you have done me wrong, Notorious wrong. Oli.
Have I, Malvolio? no. Mal. Lady, you have. Pray you, peruse that
letter: You must not now deny it is your hand, Write fronı it, if you can, in hand, or phrase; Or say, 'tis 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 spiling, 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 geckt, 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, 'tis Maria's hand. And now I do bethink me, it was she First told ine, thou wast mad; then cam'st in smi
ling, And in such forms which here were presuppos'd 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. Fab.
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 Tuby, Bet this device against Malvolio here,