darkness, send minifters to me, affes, and do all they can to face me out of my wits. Clo. Advise you what you fay: the minifter is here. Malvolio, Malvolio, thy wits the heav'ns reftore: endeavour thyfelf to fleep, and leave thy vain bibble babble. Mal. Sir Topas,—— Clo. Maintain no words with him, good fellow. Who, I, Sir? not I, Sir. God b'w'you, good Sir Topas Marry, amen. -I will, Sir, I will. Mal. Fool, fool, fool, I fay. Clo. Alas, Sir, be patient. What fay you, Sir? I am fhent for fpeaking to you. Mal. Good fool, help me to fome light, and fome 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, fome ink, paper and light; and convey what I fet down to my Lady: It fhall 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 fee his brains, I will fetch you light, and paper, and ink. Mal. Fool, I'll requite it in the highest degree; I pr'ythee, be gone. Clo. I am gone, Sir, and anon, I'll be with you again In a trice, like to the old vice, Your need to fufiain: Sir, [Singing. Who with dagger of lath, in his rage, and his wrath, Cries, ah, ha! to the devil: Like a mad lad, pare thy nails, dad, Adieu, good man drivel. [Exit. SCENE Seb. SCENE V. Changes to another Apartment in Olivia's House. Enter Sebaftian. HIS is the air, that is the glorious fun; T This pearl fhe gave me, I do feel't and fee't. And though 'tis wonder that enwraps me thus, Yet there he was, and there I found this credit, Or elfe the Lady's mad; yet if 'twere fo, She could not fway her house, command her followers, Take, and give back affairs, and their dispatch, With fuch a smooth, difcreet, and ftable bearing, As, I perceive, fhe does: there's fomething in't, That is deceivable. But here fhe comes. Enter Olivia and Prieft. Oli. Blame not this hafte of mine: if you mean well, Now go with me, and with this holy man, all inftance, all difcourfe;] Inftance, for Senfe; Difcourfe, for Reason. May May live at peace. He fhall conceal it, go with you; That they may fairly note this act of mine! [Exeunt. ACT V. V. SCENE I. The STREET. Enter Clown, and Fabian. FABIAN. OW, as thou lov'ft me, let me fee his letter. Clo. Good Mr. Fabian, grant me another requeft. Fab. Any thing. Clo. Do not defire to fee this letter. Fab. This is to give a dog, and in recompence defire my dog again. Enter Duke, Viola, Curio, and lords. Duke. Belong you to the lady Olivia, friends? Clo. Ay, Sir, we are fome of her trappings. Duke. I know thee well; how doft thou, my good fellow? Clo. Truly, Sir, the better for my foes, and the worfe for my friends. Duke. Juft the contrary; the better for thy friends. Clo. No, Sir, the worse. Duke. How can that be? Clo. Marry, Sir, they praise me, and make an ass of of me; now, my foes tell me plainly, I am an ass? fo that by my foes, Sir, I profit in the knowledge of myfelf; and by my friends I am abused; fo that, conclufion to be afked, is, if your four negatives make your two affirmatives, why, then the worfe for my friends, and the better for my foes. Duke. Why, this is excellent. Clo. By my troth, Sir, no; tho' it please you to be one of my friends. Duke. Thou fhalt not be the worfe for me, there's gold. Clo. But that it would be double-dealing, Sir, I would, you could make it another. Duke. O, you give me ill counsel. Clo. Put your grace in your pocket, Sir, for this once, and let your flesh and blood obey it. Duke. Well, I will be fo much a finner to be a double-dealer: there's another... Clo. Primo, fecundo, tertio, is a good Play, and the old faying is, the third pays for all: the triplex, Sir, is a good tripping measure; or the bells of St. Bennet, Sir, may put you in mind, one, two, three. Duke. You can fool no more money out of me at this throw; if you will let your Lady know, I am here to speak with her, and bring her along with you, it may awake my bounty further. Clo. Marry, Sir, lullaby to your bounty 'till I come again. I go, Sir, but I would not have you to think, that my defire of having is the fin of covetoufness; but, as you fay, Sir, let your bounty take a nap, and I will awake it anon. [Exit Clown. Enter Antonio, and Officers. ERE comes the man, Sir, that did rescue Vio. H® me. Duke. That face of his I do remember well; Yet Yet when I faw it laft, it was befmear'd Cry'd fame and honour on him. What's the matter? i Offi. Orfino, this is that Antonio, That took the Phenix and her fraught from Candy; Vio. He did me kindnefs, Sir; drew on my fide; Duke. Notable pirate! thou falt-water thief! What foolish boldness brought thee to their mercies, Whom thou in terms fo bloody, and fo dear, Haft made thine enemies? Ant. Orfino, noble Sir, Be pleased that I fhake off these names you give me: Though I confess, on base and ground enough, Orfino's enemy. That molt ungrateful boy there, by your fide, And |