Vio. The captain, that did bring me firft on shore, Hath my maids garments: he upon some action Is now in durance, at Malvolio's fuit, A gentleman and follower of my Lady's. Öli. He fhall enlarge him: fetch Mal-volio 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 Clo. Truly, Madam, he holds Belzebub at the ftave's end, as well as a man in his case may do; h'as here writ a letter to you, I should have giv'n it you to-day morning. But as a mad-man's epiftles are no gospels, fo it fkills not much, when they are deliver❜d. Oli. Open't, and read it. Clo. Look then to be well edify'd, when the fool delivers the mad-man-By the Lord, Madam,- [Reads Cli. How now, art mad? Clo. No, Madam, I do but read madnefs: an your Ladyship will have it as it ought to be, you must allow Vox. Oli. Pr'ythee, read it, i'thy right wits. 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. I [To Fabian. Fab. [Reads.] By the Lord, Madam, you wrong mex and the world ball know it: though you have put me into darkness, and given your drunken uncle rule over me, yet bave I the benefit of my fenfes as well as your Ladyship. have your own letter, that induced me to the femblance I put on; with the which, I doubt not, but to do myjelf much right, or you much shame think of me as yout pleafe: I leave my duty a little unthought of, and speak out of my injury, The madly us'd Malvolio.. Oli. Did he write this? Duke. Duke. This favours not much of distraction. Oli. See him deliver'd, Fabian; bring him hither. My Lord, fo please you, these things further thought on, To think me as well a fifter, as a wife; One day fhall crown th' alliance on't, fo please you, [To Viol Duke. Madam, I am moft apt t'embrace your offer. Your mafter quits you; and for your service done him, So much against the metal of your fex, So far beneath your foft and tender breeding; (And fince you call'd me mafter for fo long,) Here is my hand, you shall from this time be Your mafter's mistress. Enter Malvolio. Duke. Is this the madman? Oli. Ay, my Lord, the fame: how now, Malvolie? Why you have given me fuch clear lights of favour, First told me, thou waft mad; then cam'ft thou smiling, H 6 And And in fuch forms which here were presuppos'd Fab. Good Madam, hear me fpeak; That have on both fides paft. Oli. Alas, poor fool! how have they baffled thee? Clo. Why, fome are born great, fome atchieve greatness, and fome 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 fuch a tarren rafcal? an you smile not, he's gagg'd: and thus the whirl-gigg of time brings in his revenges. Mal. I'll be reveng'd on the whole pack of you. [Exit. When that is known, and golden time convents, Of our dear fouls. Mean time, sweet sister, [Exeunt. Clown Clown fings. When that I was an a little tiny boy, With hey, ho, the wind and the rain: A foolish thing was but a toy, For the rain it raineth every day. But when I came to man's eftate, With hey, ho, &c. 'Gainft knaves and thieves men fhut their gate, For the rain, &c. But when I came, alas! to wive, By fwaggering could I never thrive, But when I came unto my beds, With tofs-pots ftill had drunken heads, A great while ago the world begun, But that's all one, our Play is done; And we'll ftrive to please you every day. + [Exit. THE |