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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 ?
V10. Of Meffaline ; Sebastian was my father ;
Such a Sebastian was my brother too :
So went he suited to his wat'ry tomb.
If spirits can aflume both form and fuit,
You come to fright us.
Seb. A spirit I am, indeed;
But am in that dimension grosly clad,
Which from the womb I did participate.
Were you a woman, as the rest goes eveni,
I should my tears let fall upon your cheek,
And say, “ Thrice welcome, drowned Viola !
Vio. My father had a mole upon his brow.
SEB. And so had mine.
Vio. And dy'd that day, when Viola from her birth
Had number'd thirteen years.
Şeb. O, that record is lively in my
He finished, indeed, his mortal pet,
That day that made my sister thirteen years.
V10. If nothing lets to make us happy both, .
But this my masculine usurp'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 maids weeds; by whose gentle help
I was preserv'd to serve this noble duke.
All the occurrence of my fortune lince
Hath been between this lady, and this lord.
Seb. So comes it, lady, you have been mistouk;
[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. Bę pot amaz’d: right-noble is his bloodo
If this be so, as yet the glass seems true,
I shall have share in this most happy wreck.
-Boy, thou hast said to me a thousand times, [To Viola.
Thou never should'st love woman like to me.
V10, And all those sayings will I over-swear,
And all those swearings keep as true in soul;
As doth that orbed continent the fire,
That severs day from night.
DUKE. Give me thy hand,
And let me see thee in thy woman's weeds.
Vio. The captain, that did bring me first on shore,
Hath my maids 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,
They say, poor gentleman! he's much distract.
SCENE VI. Enter the Clown with a letter, and Fabian,
A most 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 case may do: h’as here writ a letter to you, I should have given't you to-day morning
But as a mad man's epiftles are no gospels, so it skills not much when they are deliver'd.
Oli. Open't, and read it.
Clo. Look then to be well edify'd, when the fool delivers the mad-man-"By the Lord, madam." [Reads.
OLI. How now, art mad ?
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 princess, and give ear. OLI. Read it you, firrah.
[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 uncle rule over me,
yet have I the benefit of my senses as well as your lady“Mhip. 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 mine injury. The madly us’d Malvolio."
Olr. 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 on,
To think me as well a lister, as a wife;
One day shall crown th' alliance on't, so please you,
Here at my house, and at my proper cost.
DUKE. Madam, I am most apt t'embrace your offer.
Your master quits you; and for your service done him,
So much against the metal of your sex, (To Viola.
Bo Far beneath your soft and tender breeding;
And since you callid me master for so long,
Here is my hand, you shall from this time be
Your master's mistress.
OLI. A fifter,
SCENE VII. Enter Malvolio,
DUKE. Is this the mad-man?
Oli. Ay, my lord, this fame: how now, Malvolio?
Mal. Madam, you have done me wrong, notorious
Oli. Have I, Malvolio? no.
[wrong. Mal. Lady, you have; pray you, peruse that letter. You must not now deny-it is your
Write from it if you can, in hand or phrase;
Or say, 'tis not your seal, nor your invention;
You can say none of this. Well, grant it then,
And tell me in the modesty of honour,
Why you have given me such clear lights of favour,
Bade me come smiling, and cross-garter'd to you,
To put on yellow kockings, and to frowa
Upon Sir Toby, and the lighter people.: ,
And acting thus in an gbedient hope,
Why have you suffer'd me to be imprison'da
Kept in a dark house, visited 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 confess, much like the character :
But, out of question, 'tis Maria's hand.
And now I do bethink me, it was she
First told me, thou wast mad; then cam'st thou smiling,
And in such forms which here were presuppos’d
Upon thee in the letter: proythee, be content;
This practice hath moft shrewdly past upon thee;
But when we know the grounds, and authors of it,
Thou shalt be both the plaintiff and the judge
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 wondered at. In hope it shall not,
Most freely. I confess, myself and Sir Toby
Set this device against Malvolio here,
Upon some stubborn 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 justly weigh'd,
That have on both sides past.
Oli. Alas, poor fool! how have they balfled thee?
Clo. Why, “ some are born great, fome atchieve great“ ness, and some have greatness thruft upon them.” I was one, sir, in this interlude; one Sir Topas, fir; but that's all one:-“by the Lord, fool, I am not mad" -but do you remember, madam, wliy laugh you at such a bar
ren rascal? an you smile 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 most notoriously abus'd.
Duke. Pursue him, and intreat him to a peace:
He hath not told us of the captain yet;
When that is known, and golden time convents,