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Oli. Nay, come, I pray: 'would, thou'dit be rul'd
Enter Maria, and Clown.
beard; make him believe, thou art Sir Topas the curate; do it quickly. I'll call Sir Toby the whilft.
(Exit Maria. Clo. Well, I'll put it on, and I will diffemble niyself in't, and I would, I were the first that ever difsembled in such a gown.
I am not tall enough to become the function well, nor lean enough to be thought a good student; but to be said an honest man, and a good housekeeper, goes as fairly, as to say, a graceful man and a great scholar. The competitors enter.
Enter Sir Toby, and Maria. Sir To. Jove bless thee, Mr. Parfon.
Clo. Bonos dies, Sir Toby; for as the old hermit of Pragile, that never saw pen and ink, very wittily said to a niece of King Gorboduck, that that is, is: so I being Mr. Parson, am Mr. Parson; for what is that, but that ? and is, but is ?
Sir To. To him, Sir Topas.
(Malvolio within. Mal. Who calls there ?
Clo. Sir Topas the curate, who comes to visit Malvolio the lunatic.
Mal. Sir Topas, Sir Topas, good Sir Topas, go to my lady.
Clo. Out, hyperbolical fiend, how vexest thou this
Sir To. Well said, master Parfon.
Mal. Sir Topas, never was man thus wrong'd; good Sir Topas, do not think I am mad ; they have laid me here in hideous darkness.
Clo. Fie, thou dishonest sathan; I call thee by the most modest terms; for I am one of those gentle ones, that will use the devil himself with curtesy : say'lt thou, that house is dark ?
Mal. As hell, Sir Topas.
Clo. Why, it hath bay-windows transparent as haricadoes, and the clear stones towards the south-north are as lustrous as ebony; and yet complainest thou of obstruction ?
Mal. I am not mad, Sir Topas; I say to you, this house dark.
Clo. Madman, thou errest? I say, there is no darkness but ignorance; in which thou art more puzzled than the Egyptians in their fog.
Mal. I say, this house is as dark as ignorance, though ignorance were as dark as hell; and I say, there was never man thus abus'd; I am no more mad than you are, make the trial of it in any constant question.
Clo. What is the opinion of Pythagoras, concerning wild-fowl?
Mal. That the foul of our grandam might happily inhabit a bird.
Clo. What think'st thou of his opinion?
Mal. I think nobly of the soul, and no way approve of his opinion.
Clo. Fare thee well: remain thou still in darkness; thou shalt hold th' opinion of Pythagoras, ere I will allow of thy wits; and fear to kill a woodcock, left thou dispossess the soul of thy grandam. Fare thee well.
Mal. Sir Topas, Sir Topas !
Mar. Thou might'st have done this without thy beard and gown; he sees thee not.
Sir To. To him in thine own voice, and bring me word how thou find'st him: I would, we were all rid of this knavery. If he may be conveniently deliver'd, I would, he were; for I am now so far in offence with my niece, that I cannot pursue with any safety this sport to the upshot. Come by and by to my chamber.
[Exit with Maria.
S CE N E IV.
Clo. Her Robin, jolly Robin, tell me how my lady does.
[Singing. Mal. Fool, Clo. My lady is unkind, perdie. Mal. Fool, Clo. Alas, why is she so ? Mal. Fool, I say ;Clo. She loves another—who calls, ha?
Mal. Good fool, as ever thou wilt deserve well at my hand, help me to a candle, and pen, ink, and paper; as I am a genıleman, I will live to be thankful to thee for't.
Clo. Mr. Malvolio !
five wits ? Mal. Fool, there was never man fo notoriously abus’d; I am as well in my wits, fool, as thou art.
Clo. But as well! then thou art mad, indeed, if you be no better in your wits than a fool.
Mal. They have here propertied me; keep me in
* Nay, I am for all waters.] A Phrase taken from the Ador's Ability of making the Audience cry either with Mirth or Grief.
darkness, fend ministers to me, asses, and do all they can to face me out of
wits. Clo. Advise you what you say: the minister is here. Malvolio, Malvolio, thy wits the heav'ns restore : endeavour thyself to sleep, and leave thy vain bibble babble.
Mal. Sir Topas,
Clo. Maintain no words with him, good fellow.
Mal. Fool, fool, fool, I say.
Clo. Alas, Sir, be patient. What say you, Sir ? I am fhent for fpeaking to you.
Mal. Good fool, help me to some light, and some paper ; I tell thee, I am as well in my wits, as any man in Illyria.
Clo. Well-a-day, that you were, Sir!
Mal. By this hand, I am: good fool, some ink, paper and light; and convey what I set down to my Lady : It shall advantage thee more than ever the bearing of letter did.
Clo. I will help you to't. But tell me true, are you not mad, indeed, or do you but counterfeit?
Mal. Believe me, I am not: I tell thee true.
Clo. Nay. I'll ne'er believe a mad-man, 'till I see his brains, I will fetch you light, and paper, and ink.
Mal. Fool, I'll requite it in the highest degree;
I'll be with you again
Your need to fujiain :
Cries, ah, ha! to the devil:
Changes to another Apartment in Olivia's House.
Enter Sebastian. Seb. THIS is the air, that is the glorious fun;
This pearl fae gave me, I do feel't and see't. And though 'tis wonder that enwraps me thus, Yet 'tis not madness. Where's Antonio then ? I could not find him at the Elephant ; Yet there he was, and there I found this credit, That he did range the town to seek me out. His counsel now might do me golden service; For tho' my soul disputes well with my sense, That this may be some error, but no madness; Yet doth this accident and flood of fortune So far exceed * all instance, all discourse; That I am ready to distrust mine eyes, And wrangle with my reason that persuades me To
any other trust, but that I'm mad; Or else the Lady's mad; yet if 'twere so, She could not sway her house, command her followers, Take, and give back affairs, and their dispatch, With such a smooth, discreet, and stable bearing, As, I perceive, she does : there's something in't, That is deceivable. But here she comes.
Enter Olivia and Priest.
all instance, all discourse;] Instance, for Sense; Discourse, for Reason.