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even to a mortal arbitrement; but nothing of the 2 off. Antonio, I arrest thee at the suit circumstance more.
Of count Orsino. Vio. I beseech you, what manner of man is he? Ant.
You do mistake me, sir; Fal. Nothing of that wonderful promise, to read I off. No, sir, no jot; I know your favour well, him by his form, as you are like to find him in the Though now you have no sea-cap on your head.proof of his valour. He is, indeed, sir, the most Take him away; he knows, I know him well. skilful, bloody, and fatal opposite that you could Ant. I must obey.--This comes with seeking you ; possibly have found in any part of Illyria : Will you But there's no remedy ; I shall answer it. walk towards him? I will make your peace with What will you do? Now my necessity him, if I can.
Makes me to ask you for my purse: It grieves me Vio. I shall be much bound to you for't: I am Much more, for what I cannot do for you, one, that would rather go with sir priest, than sir Than what befalls myself. You stand amaz'd ; knight. I care not who knows so much of my But be of comfort. mettle.
Exeunt. 2 Off. Come, sir, away.
Ant. I must entreat of you some of that money Re-enter Sir Toby, with Sir Andrew.
Vio. What money, sir? Sir To. Why, man, he's a very devil; I have not For the fair kindness you have show'd me here, seen such a virago. I had a pass with him, rapier, And, part, being prompted by your present trouble, scabbard, and all, and he gives me the stuck-in, Out of my lean and low ability with such a mortal motion, that it is inevitable; and I'll lend you something: my having is not much; on the answer, he pays you as surely as your feet I'll make division of my present with you: hit the ground they step on : They say, he has been Hold, there is half my coffer. fencer to the Sophy.
Will you deny me now? Sir And. Pox on't, I'll not meddle with him. Is't possible, that my deserts to you
Sir To. Ay, but he will not now be pacified: Fa Can lack persuasion ? Do not tempt my misery, bian can scarce hold him yonder.
Lest that it make me so unsound a man, Sir And. Plague on't ; an I thought he had been As to upbraid you with those kindnesses valiant, and so cunning in fence, I'd have seen him That I have done for you. damned ere I'd have challenged him. Let him let Vio
I know of none; the matter slip, and I'll give him my horse, gray Nor know I you by voice, or any feature : Capilet.
I hate ingratitude more in a man, Sir To. I'll make the motion : Stand here, make Than lying, vainness, babbling, drunkenness, a good show on't ; this shall end without the per Or any taint of vice, whose strong corruption dition of souls : Marry, Ill ride your horse as well Inhabits our frail blood. as I ride you.
O heavens themselves !
2 Off. Come, sir, I pray you, go. Re-enter Fabian and Viola.
Ant. Let me speak a little. This youth that yon I have his horse [to Fab.) to take up the quarrel;
see here, I have persuaded him the youth's a devil.
I snatch'd one half out of the jaws of death; Fab. He is as horribly conceited of him and Reliev'd him with such sanctity of love, pants, and looks pale, as if a bear were at his heels. And to his image, which methought did promise
Sir To. There's no remedy, sir; he will fight with Most venerable worth, did I devotion. you for his oath sake: marry, he hath better beloffWhat's that to us? The time goes by; away. thought him of his quarrel, and he finds that now Ant. But, o, how vile an idol proves this god! scarce to be worth talking off : therefore draw, for Thou hast, Sebastian, done good feature shame. the supportance of his vow; he protests, he will In nature there's no blemish, but the mind; pot hurt you.
None can be call'd deform'd, but the unkind : Vio. Pray God defend me! A little thing would Virtue is beauty ; but the beauteous-evil make me tell them how much I lack of a man. Are empty trunks, o'erflourish'd by the devil.
Aside. 1 Off The man grows mad; away with him. Fab. Give ground, if you see him furious.
Come, come, sir. Sir To, Come, sir Andrew, there's no remedy ;l Ant. Lead me on. the gentleman will, for his honour's sake, have one
[Exeunt Officers with Antonio. bout with you : he cannot by the duello avoid it: Vio. Methinks, his words do from such passion fly, but he has promised me, as he is a gentleman and That he believes himself; so do not I. a soldier, he will not hurt you. Come on : to't. Prove true, imagination, 0, prove true, Sir And. Pray God, he keep his oath. [Draws. That I, dear brother, be now ta'en for you!
Sir To. Come hither, knight; come hither, Enter Antonio.
Fabian; we'll whisper o'er a couple or two of most Vio. I do assure you 'tis against my will. [Draws. sage saws. Ant. Put up your sword ;-If this young gen- Vio. He nam'd Sebastian; I my brother know tleman
Yet living in my glass; even such, and so, Have done offence, I take the fault on me;
In favour was my brother; and he went If you offend him, I for him defy you. [Drawing. Still in this fashion, colour, ornament, Sir To. You, sir? why what are you?
For him I imitate : 0, if it prove, Ant. One, sir, that for his love dares yet do more Tempests are kind, and salt waves fresh in love! Than you have heard him brag to you he will.
(Erit. Sir To. Nay, if you be an undertaker, I am for Sir To. A very dishonest paltry boy, and more a you.
[Draws.coward than a hare: his dishonesty appears in
leaving his friend here in necessity, and denying Enter tnio Officers.
him; and for his cowardship, ask Fabian. Fab. O good sir Toby, hold; here come the Fab. A coward, a most devout coward, religious officers.
in it. Sir To. I'll be with you anon. [To Antonio. Sir And. 'Slid, I'll after him again, and beat him, Vio, Pray, sir, put up your sword, if you please. | Sir To. Do, cuff him soundly, but never draw
To Sir Andrew.thy sword.
(Exit. as good as my word: He will Fab. Come, let's see the event. bear you easily, and reins well.
Sir To. I dare lay any money, 'twill be nothing 1 ouThis is the man do thy office.
Seb. Madam, I will.
O, say so, and so be!
[Exeunt, SCENE I.-The Street before Olivia's House.
SCENE II.A Room in Olivia's House.
Enter Maria and Clown. Clo. Will you make me believe, that I am not Mar. Nay, I pr'ythee, put on this gown, and this sent for you?
beard ; make him believe thou art sir Topas the Seb. Go to, go to, thou art a foolish fellow;
curate; do it quickly : I'll call sir Toby the whilst. Let me be clear of thee.
(Erit Maria. Clo. Well held out, i'faith! No, I do not know clo. Well, I'll put it on, and I will dissemble you; nor I am not sent to you by my lady, to bid myself in't ; and I would I were the first that ever vou come speak with her ; nor your name is not dissembled in such a gown. I am not fat enough master Cesario ; nor this is not my nose neither.- to become the function well ; nor lean enough to Nothing, that is so, is so.
be thought a good student. but to be said, an honest Seb. I pr'ythee, vent thy folly somewhere else: man, and a good housekeeper, goes as fairly, as to Thou know'st not me.
say, a careful man, and a great scholar. The comclo. Vent my folly ! he has heard that word of petitors enter. some great man, and now applies it to a fool. Vent my folly! I am afraid this great lubber, the world,
Enter Sir Toby Belch and Maria. will prove a cockney.-I pr'ythee now, ungird thy Sir To, Jove bless thee, master parson. strangeness, and tell me what I shall vent to my clo. Bonos dies, sir Toby: for as the old hermit lady: Shall I vent to her, that thou art coming? lof Prague, that never saw pen and ink, very wittily
Seb. I pr'ythee, foolish Greek, depart from me; said to a niece of king Gorboduc, That, that is, is. There's money for thee; if you tarry longer, so I, being master parson, am master parson : For I shall give worse payment.
what is that, but that? and is, but is? Clo. By my troth, thou hast an open hand :
Sir To. To him, sir Topas. These wise men, that give fools money, get them Clo. What, hoa, I say,-Peace in this prison ! selves a good report after fourteen years' purchase. Sir To. The knave counterfeits well; a good Enter Sir Andrew, Sir Toby, and Fabian.
Mal. [in an inner chamber.] Who calls there? Sir And. Now, sir, have I met you again ? there's Clo. Sir Topas, the curate, who comes to visit for you.
Striking Sebastian. Malvolio the lunatick. Seb. Why, there's for thee, and there, and there : Mal, Sir Topas, sir Topas, good sir Topas, go to are all the people mad ? (Beating Sir Andrew.my lady.
Sir To. Hold, sir, or I'll throw your dagger o'er Clo. Out, hyperbolical fiend! how vexest thou the house.
this man? talkest thou nothing but of ladies ? Clo. This will I tell my lady straight: I would Sir To. Well said, master parson. not be in some of your coats for two-pence.
Mal. Sir Topas, never was man thus wronged :
[Exit Clown. I good sir Topas, do not think I am mad; they have Sir To. Come on, sir; hold.
laid me here in hideous darkness.
[Holding Sebastian. Clo. Fye, thou dishonest Sathan ! I call thee by Sir And. Nay, let him alone, I'll go another way the most modest terms; for I am one of those to work with him; l'll have an action of battery gentle ones, that will use the devil himself with against him, if there be any law in Illyria: though courtesy : Say'st thou, that house is dark ? i struck him first, yet it's no matter for that.
Mal. As hell, sir Topas. Seb. Let go thy hand.
Clo. Why, it hath bay-windows, transparent as Sir To. Come, sir, I will not let you go. Come, barricadoes, and the clear stories towards the southmy young soldier, put up your iron : you are well north are as lustrous as ebony; and yet complainest fleshed ; come on.
thou of obstruction ? Seb. I will be free from thee. What wouldst Mal. I am not mad, sir Topas; I say to you, this thou now?
honse is dark. If thou dar'st tempt me further, draw thy sword. Clo. Madman, thou errest.I say, there is no
[Drans. I darkness, but ignorance; in which thou art more sir To. What, what? Nay, then I must have an puzzled, than the Egyptians in their fog. ounce or two of this malapert blood from you. Mal. I say, this house is as dark as ignorance,
[Draws.though ignorance were as dark as hell; and I say, Enter Olivia.
there was never man thus abused: I am nomcre
mad than you are; make the trial of it in any conOli. Hold, Toby; on thy life, I charge thee, hold. stant question. Sir To. Madam?
| Clo. 'What is the opinion of Pythagoras, concern. Oli. Will it be ever thus ? Ungracious wretch, ling wild-fowl ? Fit for the mountains, and the barbarous caves, Mal. That the soul of our grandam might haply Where manners ne'er were preach'd ! out of my inhabit a bird. Be not offended, dear Cesario !-
[sight! Clo. What thinkest thou of his opinion ? Rudesby, be gone.-I prythee, gentle friend,
Mal. I think nobly of the soul, and no way ap. [Exeunt Sir Toby, Sir Andrew, and Fabian. prove his opinion. Let thy fair wisdom, not thy passion, sway
Clo. Fare thee well: Remain thou still in darkIn this uncivil and unjust extent
ness: thou shalt hold the opinion of Pythagoras, Against thy peace. Go with me to my house ; ere I will allow of thy wits; and fear to kill a And hear thou there how many fruitless pranks woodcock, lest thou dispossess the soul of thy Tbis ruffian hath botch'd up, that thou thereby grandam. Fare thee well. May'st smile at this: thou shalt not choose but go; Mal. Sir Topas, sir Topas, Do not deny: Beshrew his soul for me,
Sir To. My most exquisite sir Topas ! He started one poor heart of mine in thee.
Clo. Nay, I am for all waters. Seb. What relish is in this ? how runs the stream ? Mar. Thou might'st have done this without thy Or I am mad, or else this is a dream :
beard, and gown; he sees thee not. Let fancy still my sense in Lethe steep;
Sir To. To him in thine own voice, and bring If it be thus to dream, still let me sleep.
me word how thou findest him: I would, we were Oli. Nay, come, I pr'ythee: 'Would thou'dst be well rid of this knavery. If he may be conveniently rul'd by me 5
delivered, I would he were ; for I am now so far in offence with my niece, that I cannot pursue with And wrangle with my reason, that persuades me any safety this sport to the upshot. Come by and To any other trust, but that I am mad, by to my chamber [Eceunt Sir Toby and Maria. Or else the lady's mad; yet, if 'twere so, Clo. Hey Robin, jolly Robin,
She could not sway her house, command her Tell me how thy lady does. (Singing. followers, Mal. Fool.
Take, and give back, affairs, and their despatch, Clo. My lady is unkind, perdy.
With such a smooth, discreet, and stable bearing, Mal. Fool,
As, I perceive, she does : there's something in't, Clo. Alas, why is she so ?
That is deceivable. But here comes the lady. Mal. Fool, I say ;Clo. She loves another--Who calls, ha ?
Enter Olivia and a Priest. Mal. Good fool, as ever thou wilt deserve well at Oli. Blame not this haste of mine : If you inean my hand, help me to a candle, and pen, ink, and
well, paper; as I am a gentleman, I will live to be thank Now go with me, and with this holy man, ful to thee for't.
Into the chantry by : there, before him, Clo. Master Malvolio !
And underneath that consecrated roof,
Plight me the full assurance of your faith;
Clo. But as well ? then you are mad, indeed, if | What time we will our celebration keep you be no better in your wits than a fool.
According to my birth.-What do you say ? Mal. They have here propertied me; keep me in Seb. I'll follow this good man, and go with you ; darkness, send ministers to me, asses, and do all And, having sworn truth, ever will be true. they can to face me out of my wits.
| Oli. Then lead the way, good father . And Clo. Advise you what you say; the minister is
heavens so shine, here.-- Malvolio, Malvolio, thy wits the heavens re-That they may fairly note this act of mine! store! endeavour thyself to sleep, and leave thy
[E.ceunt. vain bibble babble. Mal. Sir Topas, Clo. Maintain no words with him, good fellow.
SCENE I.-The Street before Olivia's House.
Enter Clown and Fabian. ain shent for speaking to you.
Fab. Now, as thou lovest me, let me see his Mal. Good fool, help me to some light, and some letter. paper ; I tell thee, I am as well in my wits as any Clo. Good master Fabian, grant me another man in Illyria.
request. Cio. Weil-a-day,--that you were, sir ?
Fab. Any thing. Mal. By this hand, I am: Good foo), some ink, Clo. Do not desire to see this letter. . paper, and light, and convey what I will set down Fab. That is, to give a dog, and, in recompense, to my lady; it shall advantage thee more than ever desire my dog again. the bearing of letter did. Clo. I will help you to't. But tell me true, are
Enter Duke, Viola, and Attendants. you not mad indeed ? or do you but counterfeit? Mal. Believe me, I am not; I tell thee true.
Duke. Belong you to the lady Olivia, friends. Clo. Nay, I'll ne'er believe a madman, till I see
Clo. Ay, sir; we are some of her trappings. his brains. I will fetch you light, and paper,
Duke. I know thee well; How dost thou, my and ink.
good fellow? Mal. Fool, I'll requite it in the highest degree :
s Clo. Truly, sir, the better for my foes, and the I prythee, be gone.
worse for my friends.
Duke. Just the contrary; the better for thy Clo. I am gone, sir,
Cio. No, sir, the worse.
Duke. How can that be?
Clo. Marry, sir, they praise me, and make an ass
of me; now my foes tell me plainly I am an ass : Your need to sustain ;
so that by my foes, sir, I profit in the knowledge of Who with dagger of lath,
myself; and by my friends I am abused : so that, In his rage and his wrath,
conclusions to be as kisses, if your four negatives Cries, ah, ha! to the devil:
make your two affirmatives, why, then the worse Like u mad lad,
for my friends, and the better for my foes.
Duke. Why, this is excellent.
[Erit. Clo. By my troth, sir, no; though it please you
to be one of my friends. SCENE III.-Olivia's Garden.
Duke. Thou shalt not be the worse for me :
there's gold. Enter Sebastian.
Clo. But that it would be double-dealing, sir, I Seb. This is the air ; that is the glorious sun; would you could make it another. This pearl she gave me, I do feel't, and see't:
Duke. 0, you give me ill counsel. And though 'tis wonder that en wraps me thus, Clo. Put your grace in your pocket, sir, for this Yet 'tis not madness. Where's Antonio then ? once, and let your flesh and blood obey it. I could not find him at the Elephant:
Duke. Well, I will be so much a sinner to be a Yet there he was; and there I found this credit, double dealer; there's another. That he did range the town to seek me out.
Clo. Primo, secundo, tertio, is a good play; and His counsel now might do me golden service: the old saying is, the third pays for all: the tripler', for though my soul disputes well with my sense, sir, is a good tripping measure; or the bells of St. That this may be some error, but no madness, Bennet, sir, may put you in mind; One, two, et doth this accident and flood of fortune
three. So far exceed all instance, all discourse,
Duke. You can fool no more money out of me That I am ready to distrust mine eyes,
at this throw: if you will let your lady know, I am
here to speak with her, and bring her along with oli. Even what it please my lord, that shall beyou, it may awake my bounty further.
come him. Clo. Marry, sir, lullaby to your bounty, till I Duke. Why should I not, had I the heart to do it, come again. I go, sir; but I would not have you Like to the Egyptian thief, at point of death, to think, that my desire of having, is the sin of cove-Kill what I love; a savage jealousy, tousness : but, as you say, sir, let your bounty take That sometime savours nobly? - But hear me this · a nap, I will awake it anon.
[Exit Clown. Since you to non-regardance cast my faith,
And that I partly know the instrument
That screws me from my true place in your favour, Vio. Here comes the man, sir, that did rescue me. Live you, the marble-breasted tyrant, still;
Duke. That face of his I do remember well; But this your minion, whom, I know, you love, Yet, when I saw it last, it was besmear'd
And whom, by heaven I swear, I tender dearly As black as Vulcan, in the smoke of war :
Him will I tear out of that cruel eye, I bawbling vessel was he captain of,
Where he sits crowned in his master's spite.For shallow draught, and bulk, unprizable: Come boy, with me; my thoughts are ripe in misWith which such scathful grapple did he make
chief: With the most noble bottom of our fleet,
111 sacrifice the lamb that I do love, That very envy, and the tongue of loss,
To spite a raven's heart within a dove. [Guing. Cry'd fame and honour on him.-What's the mat- Vio. And I, most jocund, apt, and willingly, i off. Orsino, this is that Antonio,
[ter? To do you rest, a thousand deaths would die. That took the Phønix, and her fraught, from Can.
(Following. And this is he, that did the Tiger board, (dy; Oli. Where goes Cesario ? When your young nephew Titus lost his leg :
After him I love, Here in the streets, desperate of shame, and state, More than I love these eyes, more than my life, In private brabble did we apprehend him.
More, by all mores, than e'er I shall love wife : Vio. He did me kindness, sir ; drew on my side; If I do feign, you witnesses above, But, in conclusion, put strange speech upon me, Punish my life, for tainting of my love! I know not what 'twas, but distraction.
Oli. Ah me, detested ! how am I beguil'd ! Duke. Notable pirate! thou salt-water thief! Vio. Who does beguile you ? who does do you What foolish boldness brought thee to their mercies,
wrong? Whom thou, in terms so bloody, and so dear,
Oli. Hast thou forgot thyself? Is it so long ? Hast made thine enemies?
Call forth the holy father. [E.rit an Attendant. Ant. Orsino, noble sir, Duke.
Come away. (To Viola. Be pleas'd that I shake off these names you give Oli. Whither, my lord ? Cesario, husband, stay. Antonio never yet was thief, or pirate, [me; Duke. Husband ? Though, I confess, on base and ground enough, Oli.
Ay, husband, can he that deny ? Orsino's enemy. A witchcraft drew me hither : Duke. Her husband, sirrah? That most ungrateful boy there, by your side,
No, my lord, not I. From the rude sea's enrag'd and foamy mouth Oli. Alas, it is the baseness of thy fear, Did I redeem ; a wreck past hope he was :
That makes thee strangle thy propriety : His life I gave him, and did thereto add
Fear not, Cesario, take thy fortunes up'; My love, without retention, or restraint,
Be that thou know'st thou art, and then thou art All his in dedication : for his sake,
As great as that thou fear'st.--0, welcome, father! Did I expose myself, pare for his love, Into the danger of this adverse town;
Re-enter Attendant and Priest. Drew to defend him, when he was beset;
Father, I charge thee, by thy reverence, Where being apprehended, his false cunning, Here to unfold (though lately we intended (Not meaning to partake with me in danger,) To keep in darkness, what occasion now Taught him to face me out of his acquaintance, Reveals before 'tis ripe,) what thou dost know, And grew a twenty-years-removed thing,
Hath newly past between this youth and me. While one would wink; denied me mine own purse, Priest. A contract of eternal bond of love, Which I had recommended to his use
Confirm'd by mutual joinder of your hands, Not half an hour before.
Attested by the holy close of lips, Vio.
How can this be ? Strengthen'd by interchangement of your rings; Duke. When came he to this town?
And all the ceremony of this compact Ant. To-day, my lord ; and for three months be-Seal'd in my function, by my testimony : (No interim, not a minute's vacancy,) [fore, Since when, my watch hath told me, toward my Both day and night did we keep company.
I have travelled but two hours.
(grave, Enter Olivia and Attendants.
Duke, 0, thou dissembling cub! what wilt thou
When time hath sow'd a grizzle on thy case ? [be, Duke. Here comes the countess; now heaven fOr will not else thy craft so quickly grow, walks on earth.
That thine own trip shall be thine overthrow ? But for thee, fellow, fellow, thy words are madness : Farewell, and take her ; but direct thy feet, Three months this youth hath tended upon me; Where thoa and I henceforth may never meet. But more of that anon. Take him aside.
Vio. My lord, I do protest, Oli. What would my lord, but that he may not oli.
0, do not swear; Wherein Olivia may seem serviceable ?- [have, Hold little faith, though thou hast too much fear. Cesario, you do not keep promise with me.
Enter Sir Andrew Ague-cheek, with his head broke. Vio. Madam ? Duke. Gracious Olivia,
Sir And. For the love of God, a surgeon; send Oli. What do you say, Cesario ? - Good my one presently to sir Toby. lord,
oli. What's the matter? Vio. My lord would speak, my duty hashes me. Sir And. He has broke my head across, and has
oli. If it be aught to the old tune, my lord, I given sir Toby a bloody coxcomb too: for the love It is as fat and fulsome to mine ear,
of God, your help: I had rather than forty pound, As howling after musick.
I were at home.
Oli. Who has done this, sir Andrew ?
Sir And. The count's gentleman, one Cesario: Duke. What ! to perverseness ? you uncivil lady, we took him for a coward, but he's the very devil To whose ingrate and unauspicious altars
incardinate. My soul the faithfull'st offerings hath breath'd out, Duke. My gentleman, Cesario ? That e'er devotion tender'd' What shall I do? Sir And. Od's lifelings, here he is :-You brcke my head for nothing; and that that I did, I was All the occurrence of my fortune since set on to do't by sir Toby.
liath been between this lady and this lord. vio. Why do you speak to me? I never hurt you: Seb. So comes it, lady, you have been mistook : You drew your sword upon me, without cause;
[To Olivia But I bespake you fair, and hurt you not.
But nature to her bias drew in that.
You are betroth'd both to a maid and man.
Duke. Be not amaz'd; right noble is his blood.-Enter Sir Toby Belch, drunk, led by the Clown. |
If this be so, as yet the glass seems true, Here comes Sir Toby halting, you shall hear more : I shall have share in this most happy wreck: but if he had not been in drink, he would have Boy, thou hast said to me a thousand times, tickled you othergates than he did.
[To Viola. Duke. How now, gentleman ? how is't with you ? Thou never should'st love woman like to me. Sir To. That's all one; he has hurt me, and Vio. And all those sayings will I over-swear; there's the end on't.-Sot, did'st see Dick surgeon, And all those swearings keep as true in soul, sot?
As doth that orbed continent, the fire Clo. O he's drunk, sir Toby, an hour agone; his That severs day from night. eyes were set at eight i' the morning.
Give me thy hand; Sir To. Then he's a rogue. After a passv-mea. And let me see thee in thy woman's weeds. sure, or a pavin, I hate a drunken rogue.
Vio. The captain, that did bring me first on shore, Oli. Away with himn : Who hath made this ha- Hath my maid's garments: he upon some action, vock with them?
Is now in durance; at Malvolio's suit, Sir And, I'll help you, sir Toby, because we'll A gentleman, and follower of my lady's. be dressed together.
Oli. He shall enlarge him :-Fetch Malvolio Sir To. Will you help ? an ass-head, and a cor. And yet, alas, now I remember me, [hither :comb, and a knave; a thin-faced knave, a gull? They say, poor gentleman, he's much distract. Oli. Get him to bed, and let his hurt be look'd to. (Eseunt Clown, Sir Toby, and Sir Andrew.
Re-enter Clown, with a letter.
A most extracting frenzy of mine own
From my remembrance clearly banish'd his.--
he has here writ a letter to you, I should have By that I do perceive it hath offended you;
given it you to-day morning; but as a madman's Pardon me, sweet one, even for the vows
epistles are no gospels, so it skills not much, when We made each other but 30 late ago.
they are delivered. Duke. One face, one voice, one habit, and two
Oli. Open it, and read it. persons;
Clo. Look then to be well edified, when the tool A natural perspective, that is, and is not.
delivers the madman:-By the Lord, madam, Seb. Antonio, O my dear Antonio !
oli. How now! art thou mad? How have the hours rack'd and tortur'd me,
Clo. No, madam, I do but read madness: an Since I have lost thee.
your ladyship will have it as it ought to be, you Ant. Sebastian are you?
must allow vor. Seb.
Fear'st thou that, Antonio ? Oli. Pr'ythee, read i'thy right wits. Ant. How have you made division of yourself? Clo. So I do, madonna; but to read his right An apple, cleft in two, is not more twin
wits, is to read thus : therefore perpend, my prin. Than these two creatures. Which is Sebastian ? cess, and give ear. oli. Most wonderful!
Oli. Read it you, sirrah.
(To Fabian. Seb. Do I stand there? I never had a brother : Fab. [reads. By the Lord, madam, you wrong Nor can there be that deity in my nature,
me, and the world shall know it: though you have Of here and every where. I had a sister,
put me into darkness, and given your drunken cousin Whom the blind waves and surges have devour'd :-rule over me, yet have I the benefit of my senses as Of charity, what kin are you to me? [To Viola. well as your ladyship. I have your own letter that What countryman? what name? what parentage? | induced me to the semblance I put on ; with the
Vio. Of Messaline : Sebastian was my father ; which I doubt not but to do myself much right, or Such a Sebastian was my brother too,
you much shame. Think of me as you please. I So went he suited to his watery tomb:
leave my duty a little unthought of, and speak out of If spirits can assume both form and suit
The madly-used Malvolio. You come to fright us.
Oli. Did he write this? Seb.
A spirit I am, indeed : Clo. Ay, madam. But am in that dimension grossly clad,
Duke. This savours not much of distraction. Which from the womb I did participate.
Oli. See him delivered, Fabian; bring him hither. Were you a woman, as the rest goes even,
(Erit Fabian. I should my tears let fall upon your cheek,
My lord, so please you, these things further thought And say-Thrice welcome, drowned Viola !
To think me as well a sister as a wife,
son, Vio. My father had a mole upon his brow.
One day shall crown the alliance on't, so please you, Seb. And so had mine.
Here at my house, and at my proper cost. Vio. And died that day when Viola from her birth! Duke. Madam, I am most apt to embrace your Yad number'd thirteen years.
offer. Seb. O, that record is lively in my soul !
Your master quits you ; [To Viola.) and, for your He finished, indeed, his mortal act,
service done him, That day that made my sister thirteen years.
So much against the mettle of your sex, Vio. If nothing lets to make us happy both, So far beneath your soft and tender breeding, But this my masculine usurp'd attire,
And since you call'd me master for so long, Do not embrace me, till each circumstance Here is my hand; you shall from this time be Of place, time, fortune, do cohere, and jump, Your master's mistress. That I am Viola: which to confirm,
A sister ?--you are she. I'll bring you to a captain in this town, Where lie my maiden weeds; by whose gentle help
Re-enter Fabian, with Malvolio. I was preserv'd, to serve this noble count;
Duke. Is this the madman ?