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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 epistles 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-Bythe 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, Sirrah. .

[To Fabian. Fab. [Reads) By the Lord, Madam, you wrong me, and the world mall know it: though you bave put me into darkness, and given your drunken Uncle rule over me, yet bave I the benefit of my senses as well as your Ladyfhip. I bave 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 Jhame : think of me, as you please : I leave my duty a little unthought of, and Speak out of my injury. The madly us' Malvolio.

Oli. Did he write this?
Clo. Ay, Madam.

A moji extracting frenzy-] 1. c. A frenzy that drew me away from every thing but its own object. WARBURTON.

Duke. This favours not much of distraction.

Oli. See him deliver'd, Fabian; bring him hither.
My Lord, so please you, these things further thoughton,
To think me as well a fifter 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 c'embrace your offer.
Your master quits you; and for your service done him,
So much against the metal of your sex, [To Viola.
So far beneath your foft and tender breeding;
And fince you call’d me master for so long,
Here is my hand, you shall from this time be
Your master's mistress.

Oii. A fifter, you are she.

SCENE VII.

Enter Malvolio.

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Duke. Is this the mad-man?
Oli. Ay, my Lord, this fame : 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 ;
Or say, 'tis not your feal, 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 stockings, and to frown
Upon Sir Toby and the * lighter people :
And acting this in an obedient hope,
Why have you suffer'd me to be imprison’d, ,
Kept in a dark house, visited by the priest,
lighter - People of less dignity or importance.

And

And made the most notorious geck', and gull,
That e'er invention play'd 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 smil.

ing,
And in such forms which here were presuppos'do
Upon thee in the letter : pr’ythee, be content;
This practice hath most shrewdly paft 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 wonder'd 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 baffled thee?

Clo. Why, Tome are born great, Some atchieve greatness, and some 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 madbut do you remember, Madam, --why laugh you at

geck-) A fool.

here were presupa

pos’d) Presuppos’d, for imposed.

WAR BURTON

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such a barren 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, A folemn combination shall be made Of our dear souls. Mean time, sweet fifter, We will not part from hence.—Cesario, come; (For fo you shall be, while you are a man ;) But when in other habits you are seen, Orsino's mistress, and his fancy's Queen. (Exeunt.

Clown fings.

When that I was a little tiny boy,

With bey, bo, 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 estate,

With bey, bo, &c.
'Gainst knaves and thieves men shut their gate,

For the rain, &c.
But when I came, alas ! to wive,

Witb bey, bo, &c.
By swaggering could I niver thrive,

For the rain, &c.
But when I came unto my beds,

With hey, ho, &c.
With tofs pots still bad drunken beads,

For the rain, &c.

A great

A great wbile ago the world begun,

With key, bo, &c.
But that's all one, our play is done ;

And we'll strive to please you every day. [Exit.

This play is in the graver is betrayed to ridicule merety by part elegant and easy, and in his pride. The marriage of Some of the lighter scenes ex Olivia, and the succeeding petquisitely bumourous. Ague-cheek plexity, though well enoughconis drawn with great propriety, trived to divert on the stage, but his character is, in a great wants credibility; and fails to measure, that of natural fatuity, produce the proper instruction and is therefore not the proper required in the drama, as it exprey of a satirist. The soliloquy hibits no juft picture of life. of Malvolio is truly comick; he

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