I fhould my tears let fall upon your cheek, Vio. And dy'd that day, when Viola from her birth Had numbred thirteen years. Seb. O, that record is lively in my foul; That day that made my fifter thirteen years. All the occurrence of my fortune fince Math been between this Lady, and this Lord. But nature to her bias drew in that. I fhall have fhare in this moft happy wreck. Vio. And all thofe fayings will I over-fwear, 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. 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, Mal. Madam, you wrong. have done me wrong, Oli. Have I, Malvolio? no. notorious Mal. Lady, you have; pray you, peruse that Letter. Why you have given me fuch clear lights of favour, Why Why have you fuffer'd me to be imprison'd, First told me, thou waft mad; then cam'ft thou fmiling, And in fuch forms which here were prefuppos'd Fab. Good Madam, hear me speak; And let no quarrel, nor no brawl to come, Upon 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. Of our dear fouls. Mean time, sweet sister, 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, [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! THE |