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I fhould my tears let fall upon your cheek,
And fay, Thrice welcome, drowned Viola !
Vio. My father had a mole upon his brow.
Seb. And fo had mine.

Vio. And dy'd that day, when Viola from her birth Had numbred 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 masculine ufurp'd attire ;
Do not embrace me, 'till each circumstance
Of place, time, fortune, do cohere and jump,
That I am Viola; which to confirm,
I'll bring you to a captain in this town
Where lie my maid's weeds; by whofe gentle help
I was preferv'd to ferve this noble Duke.

All the occurrence of my fortune fince

Math been between this Lady, and this Lord.
Seb. So comes it, Lady, you have been miflook:
[To Olivia.

But nature to her bias drew in that.
You would have been 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 fo, as yet the glafs feems true,

I fhall have fhare in this moft happy wreck.
Boy, thou haft faid to me a thoufand times, [To Vio.
Thou never fhould't love woman like to me.

Vio. And all thofe fayings will I over-fwear,
And all thofe fwearings keep as true in foul;
As doth that orbed continent the fire,
That fevers day from night.

Duke. Give me thy hand,

And let me fee thee in thy woman's weeds. すし

Vio. The captain, that did bring me firft on fhore, Hath my maid's garments: he upon fome action...

Is now in durance, at Malvolio's fuit,

A gentleman and follower of my Lady's.

Oli. He fhall enlarge him: fetch Malvolio hither. And yet, alas, now I remember me, They fay, poor gentleman! he's much diftract.

SCENE VI.

Enter the Clown with a letter, and Fabian.
A moft extracting frenzy of mine own
From my remembrance clearly banish'd his.
How does he, firrah?

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

Oli. Open't, and read it.

Cle. Look then, to be well edify'd, when the fool delivers the mad-man-By the Lord, Madam,

Oli. How now, art mad?

[Reads.

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.

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 fhall 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 have 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 please: I leave my duty a little unthought of, and speak out of my injury. The madly us'd Malvolio.

Oli. Did he write this?

Clo. Ay, Madam.

Duke. This favours not much of distraction.

Oli. See him deliver'd, Fabian; bring him hither. My Lord, so please you, these things further thought To think me as well a fifter, as a wife; [on, One day fhall crown th' alliance on't, fo please you, Here at my house, and at my proper coft.

Duke. Madam, I am most apt t'embrace your offer. Your mafter quits you: and for your service done him,

So much against the metal of your fex, [To Viola. 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 master's mistress.

Oli. A fifter,

-you are fhe.

VII.

SCENE

Enter Malvolio.

Duke. TS this the mad-man?

Is

Oli. Ay, my Lord, this fame; how now,
Malvolio?

Mal. Madam, you

wrong.

have done me wrong,

Oli. Have I, Malvolio? no.

notorious

Mal. Lady, you have; pray you, peruse 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,
Το put on yellow ftockings, and to frown
Upon Sir Toby, and the lighter people :
And acting this in an obedient hope,

Why

Why have you fuffer'd me to be imprison'd,
Kept in a dark house, 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 she

First told me, thou waft mad; then cam'ft thou fmiling,

And in fuch forms which here were prefuppos'd
Upon thee in the letter: pr'ythee, be content;
This practice hath moft fhrewdly paft upon thee;
But when we know the grounds, and authors of it,
Thou shall be both the plaintiff and the judge
Of thine own caufe.

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 wondred at. In hope it fhall not,
Moft freely I confefs, myself and Sir Toby
Set this device against Malvolio here,

Upon
fome ftubborn and uncourteous parts
We had conceiv'd against him. Maria writ
The letter, at Sir Toby's great importance;
In recompence whereof, he hath married her.
How with a sportful malice it was follow'd,
May rather pluck on laughter than revenge :
If that the injuries be juftly weigh'd,
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 bar

--here were prefuppos'd] Prefuppos'd, for impofed.

ren

ren rafcal? an you fmile 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.

Oli. He hath been moft notoriously abus'd.
Duke. Purfue him, and intreat him to a peace:
He hath not told us of the captain yet;
When that is known, and golden time convents,
A folemn combination shall be made

Of our dear fouls. Mean time, sweet sister,
We will not part from hence.-Cefario, come;
(For fo you fhall be, while you are a man ;)
But when in other habits you are feen,
Orfino's mistress, and his fancy's Queen.

Clown fings.

When that I was 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,

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[Exeunt.

With hey, ho, &c.

But that's all one, our play is done;

And we'll strive to please you every day.

[Exit.

When that I was, &c.] This wretched Stuff is not Shakespear's,

but the Players!

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