Imatges de pÓgina


Oli. Nay, come, I pray: 'would, thou'dst be ruld

by me. Seb. Madam, I will. Oli. O, say so, and so be!

(Exeunt. SCENE III. An Apartment in Olivia's House.

Enter Maria, and Clown. Mar. TAY, I pr’ythee, put on this gown, and this

beard ; make him believe, thou art Sir Topas the curate; do it quickly. I'll call Sir Toby the whill.

[Exit Maria. Clo. Well, I'll put it on, and I will diffemble nyself in't; and I would, I were the first that ever dirsembled in such a gown. I am not tall enough to become the function well, nor lean enough to be thought a good student ; but to be said an honest man, and a good housekeeper, goes as fairly, as to say, a graceful man and a great scholar. The competitors enter.

Enter Sir Toby, and Maria. Sir To. Jove bless thee, Mr. Parson.

Clo. Bonos dies, Sir Toby; for as the old hermit of Prague, that never saw pen and ink, very wittily said to a niece of King Gorboduck, that that is, is: so I being Mr. Parson, am Mr. Parson; for what is that, but that ? and is, but is ?

Sir To. To him, Sir Topas.
Clo. What, hoa, I say,--peace in this prison !
Sir To. The knave counterfeits well; a good knave.

(Malvolio within. Mal. Who calls there?

Clo. Sir Topas the curate, who comes to visit Mal. volio the lunatic.

Mal. Sir Topas, Sir Topas, good Sir Topas, go to

my lady.

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Clo. Out, hyperbolical fiend, how vexest thou this

man? Talkest thou of nothing but ladies ?

Sir To. Well said, master Parfon.

Mal. Sir Topas, never was man thus wrong'd; good Sir Topas, do not think I am mad; they have laid me here in hideous darkness.

Clo. Fie, thou dishonest sathan; I call thee by the most modest terms; for I am one of those gentle ones, that will use the devil himself with curtesy : say'st thou, that house is dark ?

Mal. As hell, Sir Topas.

Clo. Why, it hath bay-windows transparent as baricadoes, and the clear stones towards the south-north are as lustrous as ebony ; and yet complainest thou of obstruction ?

Mal. I am not mad, Sir Topas; I say to you, this house is dark.

Clo. Madman, thou errest? I say, there is no darkness but ignorance; in which thou art more puzzled than the Egyptians in their fog.

Mal. I lay, this house is as dark as ignorance, though ignorance were as dark as hell ; and I say, there was never man thus abus'd; Iam no more mad than you are, make the trial of it in any constant question.

Clo. What is the opinion of Pythagoras, concerning wild-fowl?

Mal. That the soul of our grandam might happily inhabit a bird.

Clo. What think'st thou of his opinion ?

Mal. I think nobly of the soul, and no way approve of his opinion.

Clo. Fare thee well: remain thou still in darkness; thou shalt hold th' opinion of Pythagoras, ere I will allow of thy wits; and fear to kill a woodcock, lest thou dispossess the soul of thy grandam. Fare thee well.


Mal. Sir Topas, Sir Topas !
Sir To. My most exquisite Sir Topas :
Clo. * Nay, I am for all waters.

Mar. Thou might'st have done this without thy beard and gown ; he sees thee not.

Sir To. To him in thine own voice, and bring me word how thou find'st him: I would, we were all rid of this knavery. If he may be conveniently deliver'd, I would, he were; for I am now so far in offence with my niece, that I cannot pursue with any safety this sport to the uplhot. Come by and by to my chamber.

[Exit with Maria.

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EY Robin, jolly Robin, tell me how niy lady

Mal. Fool,
Clo. My lady is unkind, perdie.
Mal. Fool,
Clo. Alas, why is she so ?
Mal. Fool, I say ;
Clo. She loves anotherwho calls, ha?

Mal. Good fool, as ever thou wilt deserve well at my hand, help me to a candle, and pen, ink, and paper; as I am a gentleman, I will live to be thankful to thee for't.

Clo. Mr. Malvolio !
Mal. Ay, good fool.
Clo. Alas, Sir, how fell



five wits ? Mal. Fool, there was never man fo notoriously abus'd; I am as well in my wits, fool, as thou art.

Clo. But as well! then thou art mad, indeed, if you be no better in

wits than a fool. Mal. They have here propertied me; keep me in


* Nay, I am for all waters.] A Phrase taken from the Ador's Ability of making the Audience cry either with Mirth or Grief.


darkness, fend ministers to me, afses, and do all they can to face me out of


wits. Clo. Advise you what you say: the minister is here. Malvolio, Malvolio, thy wits the heav'ns restore : endeavour thyself to sleep, and leave thy vain bibble babble.

Mal. Sir Topas,

Clo. Maintain no words with him, good fellow. Who, I, Sir ? not I, Sir. God b'w'you, good Sir

Marry, amen. I will, Sir, I will.

Mál. Fool, fool, fool, I say.

Clo. Alas, Sir, be patient. What say you, Sir ? I am fhent for fpeaking to you.

Mal. Good fool, help me to some light, and some paper; I tell thee, I am as well in my wits, as any man in Illyria.

Clo. Well-a-day, that you were, Sir!

Mal. By this hand, I am: good fool, some ink, paper and light; and convey what I set down to my Lady : It shall advantage thee more than ever the bearing of letter did. Clo. I will help you

to't. But tell me true, are you not mad, indeed, or do you but counterfeit?

Mal. Believe me, I am not: I tell thee true.

Clo. Nay. I'll ne'er believe a mad-man, 'till I see his brains, I will fetch you light, and paper, and ink.

Mal. Fool, I'll requite it in the highest degree; I pr’ythee, be gone.

Clo. I am gone, Sir, and anon, Sir, (Singing

I'll be with you again
In a trice, like to the old vice,

Your need to fulain :
Who with dagger of lath, in his rage, and his wrath,

Cries, ah, ha! to the devil:
Like a mad lad, pare thy nails, dad,
Adieu, good man drivel.

[Exit. SCENE

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This peath the gave me, I do feel't and fee's.

Changes to another Apartment in Olivia's House.

Enter Sebastian. Seb.


gave me, I do feel't and see't. And though 'tis wonder that enwraps me thus, Yet 'tis not madness. Where's Antonio then ? I could not find him at the Elephant ; Yet there he was, and there I found this credit, That he did range the town to seek me out. His counsel now might do me golden service;For tho' my foul disputes well with my sense, That this

may be some error, but no madness; Yet doth this accident and flood of fortune So far exceed * all instance, all discourse; That I am ready to distrust mine eyes, And wrangle with my reason that persuades me To any

other trust, but that I'm mad; Or else the Lady's mad; yet if 'twere fo, She could not fway her house, command her followers, Take, and give back affairs, and their dispatch, With such a smooth, discreet, and stable bearing, As, I perceive, she does : there's something in't, That is deceivable. But here she comes.

Enter Olivia and Priest. Oli. Blame not this hafte of mine : if you mean

well, Now


and with this holy man,
Into the chantry by; there before him,
And underneath that confecrated roof,
Plight me the full assurance of your faith;
That my most jealous and too doubtful soul

-all instance, all discourse;] Instance, for Sense; Discourse, for Reason.


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