Sir To. Will you help an ass-head, and a coxcom. nd a knave? A thin-faced knave, a gull? Oli. Get him to bed, and let his hurt be look'd to [Exeunt Clown, Sir Toby, and Sir Andreu Enter SEBASTIAN. [man; Seb. I am sorry, madam, I have hurt your kinsBut, had it been the brother of my blood, I must have done no less, with wit and safety. You throw a strange regard upon me, and By that I do perceive it hath offended you; Pardon me, sweet one, even for the vows We made each other but so late ago. Duke. One face, one voice, one habit, and two persons; A natural perspective, that is, and is not. Seb. Antonio, O my dear Antonio ! How have the hours rack'd and tortured me, Ant. Sebastian are you? Seb. Fear'st thou that Antonio ? Ant. How have you made division of yourself! An apple, cleft in two, is not more twin Than these two creatures. Which is Sebastian Seb. Do I stand there? I never had a brother: Of here and every where. I had a sister, Whom the blind waves and surges have devour'd:Of charity what kin are you to me? [To Viola. What countryman? What name? What parentage? Vio. Of Messaline: Sebastian was my father; Such a Sebastian was my brother too, Seb. A spirit I am, indeed; But am in that dimension grossly clad, Vio. And died that day when Viola from her birth Had number'd thirteen years. Seb. O, that record is lively in my soul! VOL. I. Out of charity tell me. Kk He finished, indeed, his mortal act, That day that made my sister thirteen years. Do not embrace me, till each circumstance I'll bring you to a captain in this town, Where lie my maiden weeds; by whose gentle help Hath been between this lady, and this lord. But nature to her bias drew in that. I shall have share in this most happy wreck : Thou never shouldst love woman like to me. Duke. Give me thy hand; And let me see thee in thy woman's weeds. Vto. The captain, that did bring me first on shore, Hath my maid's garments: he, upon some action, Is now in durance; at Malvolio's suit A gentleman, and follower of my lady's. Oli. He shall enlarge him:-Fetch Malvolio hither: And yet, alas, now I remember me, Re-enter CLOWN, with a Letter. From my remembrance clearly banish'd his.- Clo. Truly, madam, he holds Belzebub at the stave's end, as well as a man in his case may do: he has here writ a letter to you, I should have given it you to-day morning; but as a madman's • Hinders. epistles are no gospels, so it skills not much, when they are deliver'd. Oli. Open it, and read it. Clo. Look then to be well edified, when the fool delivers the madman.-By the Lord, madam,Oli. How now! Art thou mad? Clo. No, madam, I do but read madness: an your ladyship will have it as it ought to be, you must allow vor. Oli. Pr'ythee, read i' thy right wits. Clo. So I do, madonna ; but to read his right wits, is to read thus: therefore perpend,+ my princess, and give ear. Oli. Read it you, sirrah. [To Fabian. Fab. [Reads. By the Lord, madam, you wrong me, and the world shall know it; though you have put me into darkness, and given your drunken cousin rule over me, yet have I the benefit of my senses as well as your Ladyship. I have your own letter that induced me to the semblance 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-used Malvolio. Oli. Did he write this? Clo. Ay, madam. Duke. This savours not much of distraction. Oli. See him deliver'd, Fabian; bring him hither. [Exit Fabian. My lord, so please you, these things further thought on, To think me as well a sister as a wife. One day shall crown the alliance on't, so please you, Here at my house, and at my proper cost. Duke. Madam, I am most apt to embrace your of fer. Your master quits you; [To Viola.] and, for your service done him, So much against the mettle of your sex, Oli. A sister?-You are she. Re-enter FABIAN, with MALVOLIO. Duke. Is this the madman? • Voice. + Attend. Frame and constitution. Oli. Ay, my lord, this same : How now, Malvolio? Mal. Madam, you have done me wrong, Notorious wrong. Oli. Have I, Malvolio? No. 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; Why you have given me such clear lights of favour: * Upon Sir Toby, and the lighter people: First told me, thou wast mad: then cam'st in smiling, And in such forms which here were presupposed Of thine own cause. 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 wonder'd at. In hope it shall not, • Inferior. + Fool. Importunacy. Oli. Alas, poor fool! how have they baffled⚫ thee! Clo. Why, some are born great, some atchieve greatness, and some have greatness thrown 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 such a barren rascal? An you smile not, he's gagg'd: And thus the whirligig of time brings in his re venges. Mal. I'll be revenged on the whole pack of you. [Exit. Oli. He hath been most notoriously abused. Of our dear souls-Mean time, sweet sister, SONG. [Exeunt. Clo. When that I was and a little tiny boy, For the rain it raineth every day. But when I came to man's estate, With hey, ho, the wind and the rain, 'Gainst knave and thief men shut their gate, For the rain it raineth every day. But when I came, alas! to wive, With hey, ho, the wind and the rain, With hey, ho, the wind and the rain, * Cheated. + Shall serve. [Exit. |