Vio. My lord, I do protest,

Oli. O, do not swear;

Hold little faith, though thou hast too much fear. [OLIVIA sends away the FRIAR, R.

Enter SIR ANDREW, L., crying with his head broke. Sir And. 0, 0,-for the love of heaven, a surgeon! send one presently to Sir Toby.

Oli. What's the matter?

Sir And. He has broke my head across, and has given Sir Toby a bloody coxcomb, too: for the love of heaven, your help: I had rather than forty pound, I were at home.

Oli. Who has done this, Sir Andrew ?

Sir And. The duke's gentleman, one Cesario: we took him for a coward, but he's the very devil incardinate.

Duke. My gentleman, Cesario?

Sir And. Od's lifelings, here he is :-you broke my head for nothing; and that that I did, I was set on to do't by Sir Toby.

Vio. Why do you speak to me? I never hurt you: You drew your sword upon me, without cause; But I bespake you fair, and hurt you not.

Sir And. If a bloody coxcomb be a hurt, you have hurt me; I think you set nothing by a bloody coxcomb.

Sir To. [Without, L.] Holla, Sir Andrew,-where are you?

Sir And. Here comes Sir Toby, halting-you shall hear more: but if he had not been in drink, he would have tickled your Toby for you.

Enter SIR TOBY, drunk, with his forehead bleeding, led by the CLOWN, L.

Duke. How now, gentleman? how is't with you? Sir To. That's all one; he has hurt me, and there's the end on't.-Sot, did'st see Dick surgeon, sot? Clo. O, he's drunk, Sir Toby, an hour agone.

Sir To. Then he's a rogue, a drunken rogue-and I hate a drunken rogue.

Enter SEBASTIAN, behind, L.

Oli. Away with him: who hath made this havock with them?

Sir And. I'll help you, Sir Toby, because we'll be dressed together.

Sir To. Will you help an ass-head, and a coxcomb, And a knave? a thin-faced knave, a gull ?

Oli. Get him to bed, and let his hurt be look'd to.
[Exeunt SIR AND., SIR To., and CLO., R. s. e.
Seb. Advances.] I am sorry, madam, I have hur
your kinsman;

But, had it been the brother of my blood,
I must have done no less, with wit and safety.

[ANTONIO Seeing SEBASTIAN comes forward.

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,
Since I have lost thee.

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?
Oli. Most wonderful!

Seb. [Sees VIOLA.] Do I stand there? I never had a brother:

I had a sister,

Whom the blind waves and surges have devour'd :-
Of charity, [TO VIOLA] what kin are you to me?
What countryman? what name? what parentage?
Vio. Of Messaline: Sebastian was my father;
Such a Sebastian was my brother, too,

So went he suited to his watery tomb:
If spirits can assume both form and suit,
You come to fright us.

Seb. Were you a woman, as the rest goes even,
I should my tears let fall upon your cheek,
And say-Thrice welcome, drowned Viola!
Vio. If nothing lets to make us happy both,
But this masculine usurp'd attire,

Away with doubt:-each other circumstance
Of place, time, fortune, doth cohere, and jump,

That I am Viola,-your sister Viola. [They embrace. Seb. [To OLIVIA.] So comes it, lady, you have been mistook.

Duke. If this be so, as yet the glass seems true, I shall have share in this most happy wreck :

Boy, [To VIOLA] Thou hast said to me a thousand times,

Thou never should'st love woman like to me.

Vio. 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 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,

They say, poor gentleman, he's much distract.

Enter CLOWN, with a letter, and FABIAN, R. S. E.

How does Malvolio, sirrah?

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 to you today morning; but as a madman's epistles are no gospels, so it skills not much when they are delivered. Oli. Open it, and read it.

Clo. Look then to be well edified, when the fool delivers the madman: [Reads.] By the Lord, madam,'Oli. How now! art thou mad?

Clo. No, madam, I do but read madness.

Oli. [To FABIAN.] Read it you, sirrah.

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.

Oli. Did he write this?

Clo. Ay, madam.

"The madly-us'd Malvolio.

Duke. This savours not much of distraction.

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

[Exit FABIAN, r.

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.

Duke. Madam, I am most apt to embrace your offer,— Your master quits you [To VIOLA]; and, for your service done him,

Here is my hand; you shall from this time be
Your master's mistress.

Enter MALVOLIO, with a Letter, and FABIAN, R.S. E.

Duke. Is this the madman?

Oli. Ay, my lord, this same :

How now, Malvolio?

Mal. Madam, you have done me wrong,

Notorious wrong.

Oli. Have I, Malvolio?

Mal. Lady, you have.

Pray you, peruse that letter:
[Gives OLIVIA the 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 seal, nor your invention.

Oli. Alas, Malvolio, this is not my writing;
Though, 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:

Pr'ythee, be content:

This practice hath most shrewdly pass'd 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:

I do confess, Sir Toby, and myself,
Set this device against Malvolio here,
Upon some stubborn and uncourteous parts
We had conceived against him: Maria writ
The letter, at Sir Toby's great importance;
In recompense 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 pass'd.

Oli. Alas, poor fool! how have they baffled thee!
Fab. Malvolio!

Clo. Why,' Some are born great, some achieve greatness, and some have greatness thrust upon them.' -I was one, sir, in this interlude; one Sir Topas, sir:

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 revenges.-Ha, ha, ha ! Fab. Ha, ha, ha!

Mal. I'll be revenged on the whole pack of you.

Oli. He hath been most notoriously abused. Pursue him, and entreat him to a peace.

[Exit, R.

[Exeunt FABIAN and two Servants, R. Duke. He hath not told us of the captain yet; When that is known, and golden time convents, A solemn combination shall be made Of our dear souls:-Meantime, sweet sister, We will not part from hence.-Go, officers; We do discharge you of your prisoner.

[Exeunt Officers, R. Antonio, thouhast well deserved our thanks: Thy kind protection of Cesario's person,.

Although thou knew'st not then for whom thou fought'st, Merits our favour: henceforth, be forgotten

All cause of anger: thou hast a noble spirit,

And, as Sebastian's friend, be ever near him.—
Cesario, come ;

For so you shall be, while you are a man;

But, when in other habits you are seen,
Orsino's mistress, and his fancy's queen.

(The CLOWN sings.)

When that I was a little tiny boy,
With hey, ho, 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 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,
By swaggering could I never thrive;
For the rain it raineth every day.