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But am in that dimenfion grofly clad,
Which from the womb I did participate.
Were you a woman, as the reft goes even,
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

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 lye my maiden weeds; by whofe gentle help
I was preferr'd to ferve this noble Duke.

All the occurrents of my fortune fince

Have been between this Lady, and this Lord.
Seb. So comes it, Lady, you have been miftook:

[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 glass seems true,
I fhall have share in this moft happy wreck.
Boy, thou haft faid to me a thousand times
Thou never should'ft love woman like to me.
Vio. And all thofe fayings will I over-swear,
And all those fwearings keep as true in foul,
As doth that orbed continent the fire
That fevers day from night.

Duke. Give me thy hand,

[To Viola,

And let me fee thee in thy woman's weeds.
Fis. The captain that did bring me firft on shore,
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Hath my maids 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 distract.

Enter the Clozun with a letter, and Fabian.

A most distracting frenzy of mine own
From my remembrance clearly banish'd his.
How does he, firrah?

Clo. Truly, Madam, he holds Belzebub at the staves end as well as a man in his cafe 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 gofpels, fo 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 fhall know it: though you have put me into darkness, and given your drunken uncle rule over me, yet have I 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 my felf much right, or you much fhame: think of me as you please: I leave my duty a little unthought of, and fpeak out of my injury.

Oli. Did he write this?

Clo. Ay, Madam.

The madly us'd Malvolio.

Duke. This favours not much of diftraction.

Oli. See him deliver'd, Fabian, bring him hither.

My lord, fo please you, these things further thought on,


To think me as well a fifter, as a wife,

One day fhall crown th' alliance on't, so please you;
Here at my houfe, and at my proper coft.

Duke. Madam, I am most apt t'embrace your offer.
Your mafter quits you; and for your fervice 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 fhall from this time be
Your mafter's mistress, and his fifter fhe.

SCENE VII. Enter Malvolio.

Duke. Is this the mad-man?.

Oli. Ay, my Lord, this fame: how now, Malvolie. 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,
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,
Bad me come fmiling, and cross-garter'd to you,
To put on yellow ftockings, and to frown
Upon Sir Toby, and the lighter people?
And acting this in an obedient hope,
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 or gull
That e'er invention plaid on ; tell me,
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 presuppos'd
Upon thee in the letter: pr'ythee, be content
This practice hath most shrewdly past upon thee;
But when we know the grounds and authors of it,

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Thou shalt be both the plaintiff and the judge
Of thine own cause.

Fab. Good Madam, hear me fpeak,
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 my felf and 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 fides past.

Oli. Alas, poor fool! how have they baffled thee! Clo. Why, fome are born great, fome atcbieve greatness, and fome bave 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 barren rafcal? an you Smile not, be's gagg'd: and thus the whirlgigg 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,
A folemn combination fhall be made

Of our dear fouls. In the mean time, fweet fifter,
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 and a little tiny boy,
With bey, bo, the wind and the rain s
Afoolish thing was but a toy,

For the rain it raineth every day.



But when I came to man's eftate,
With bey, bo, &c.

Gainft knaves and thieves men shut their gate,
For the rain, &c.

But when I came, alas! to wive,
With bey, bo, &c.

By fwaggering could I never thrive,
For the rain, &c.

But when I came unto my bed,
With bey, bo, &c.

With tofs-pots I bad drunken bead,
For the rain, &c.


great while ago the world begun,
With bey, bo, &c.

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

And we'll ftrive to please you every day. [Exin

The End of the THIRD VOLUME.

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