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darkness, send minifters to me, affes, and do all they can to face me out of my wits.

Clo. Advise you what you fay: the minifter is here. Malvolio, Malvolio, thy wits the heav'ns reftore: endeavour thyfelf to fleep, 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 Topas

Marry, amen.

-I will, Sir, I will. Mal. Fool, fool, fool, I fay.

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

Mal. Good fool, help me to fome light, and fome 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, fome ink, paper and light; and convey what I fet down to my Lady: It fhall 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 fee 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,

I'll be with you again

In a trice, like to the old vice,

Your need to fufiain:

Sir,

[Singing.

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

Seb.

SCENE

V.

Changes to another Apartment in Olivia's House.

Enter Sebaftian.

HIS is the air, that is the glorious fun;

T This pearl fhe gave me, I do feel't and fee'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 fervice; -
For tho' my foul difputes well with my fenfe,
That this may be fome error, but no madness;
Yet doth this accident and flood of fortune
So far exceed all inftance, all difcourfe;
That I am ready to diftruft mine eyes,
And wrangle with my reason that perfuades me
To any other truft, but that I'm mad;

Or elfe 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 fuch a smooth, difcreet, and ftable bearing, As, I perceive, fhe does: there's fomething in't, That is deceivable. But here fhe comes.

Enter Olivia and Prieft.

Oli. Blame not this hafte of mine: if you mean well,

Now go with me, and with this holy man,
Into the chantry by; there before him,
And underneath that confecrated roof,
Plight me the full affurance of your faith;
That my moft jealous and too doubtful foul

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May

May live at peace. He fhall conceal it,
Whiles you are willing it fhall come to note;
What time we will our celebration keep
According to my birth. What do you say?
Seb. I'll follow this good man, and
And having fworn truth, ever will be true.
Oli. Then lead the way, good father; and heav'ns
fo shine,

go with

you;

That they may fairly note this act of mine! [Exeunt.

ACT V.

V. SCENE I.

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The STREET.

Enter Clown, and Fabian.

FABIAN.

OW, as thou lov'ft me, let me fee his letter. Clo. Good Mr. Fabian, grant me another requeft.

Fab. Any thing.

Clo. Do not defire to fee this letter.

Fab. This is to give a dog, and in recompence defire my dog again.

Enter Duke, Viola, Curio, and lords.

Duke. Belong you to the lady Olivia, friends? Clo. Ay, Sir, we are fome of her trappings. Duke. I know thee well; how doft thou, my good fellow?

Clo. Truly, Sir, the better for my foes, and the worfe for my friends.

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Duke. Juft the contrary; the better for thy friends. Clo. No, Sir, the worse.

Duke. How can that be?

Clo. Marry, Sir, they praise me, and make an ass

of

of me; now, my foes tell me plainly, I am an ass? fo that by my foes, Sir, I profit in the knowledge of myfelf; and by my friends I am abused; fo that, conclufion to be afked, is, if your four negatives make your two affirmatives, why, then the worfe for my friends, and the better for my foes.

Duke. Why, this is excellent.

Clo. By my troth, Sir, no; tho' it please you to be one of my friends.

Duke. Thou fhalt not be the worfe for me, there's gold.

Clo. But that it would be double-dealing, Sir, I would, you could make it another.

Duke. O, you give me ill counsel.

Clo. Put your grace in your pocket, Sir, for this once, and let your flesh and blood obey it.

Duke. Well, I will be fo much a finner to be a double-dealer: there's another...

Clo. Primo, fecundo, tertio, is a good Play, and the old faying is, the third pays for all: the triplex, Sir, is a good tripping measure; or the bells of St. Bennet, Sir, may put you in mind, one, two, three.

Duke. You can fool no more money out of me at this throw; if you will let your Lady know, I am here to speak with her, and bring her along with you, it may awake my bounty further.

Clo. Marry, Sir, lullaby to your bounty 'till I come again. I go, Sir, but I would not have you to think, that my defire of having is the fin of covetoufness; but, as you fay, Sir, let your bounty take a nap, and I will awake it anon. [Exit Clown.

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Enter Antonio, and Officers.

ERE comes the man, Sir, that did rescue

Vio.

me.

Duke. That face of his I do remember well;

Yet

Yet when I faw it laft, it was befmear'd
As black as Vulcan, in the fmoke of war:
A bawbling veffel was he captain of,
For fhallow draught and bulk unprizable,
With which fuch fcathful grapple did he make
With the most noble bottom of our fleet,
That very envy and the tongue of lofs

Cry'd fame and honour on him. What's the matter? i Offi. Orfino, this is that Antonio,

That took the Phenix and her fraught from Candy;
And this is he, that did the Tyger board,
When your young nephew Titus loft his leg:
Here in the streets, defperate of shame and state,
In private brabble did we apprehend him.

Vio. He did me kindnefs, Sir; drew on my fide;
But in conclufion put ftrange fpeech upon me,
I know not what 'twas, but diftraction.

Duke. Notable pirate! thou falt-water thief! What foolish boldness brought thee to their mercies, Whom thou in terms fo bloody, and fo dear, Haft made thine enemies?

Ant. Orfino, noble Sir,

Be pleased that I fhake off these names you give me:
Antonio never yet was thief, or pirate;

Though I confess, on base and ground enough,
A witchcraft drew me hither:

Orfino's enemy.

That molt ungrateful boy there, by your fide,
From the rude fea's enrag'd and foamy mouth
Did I redeem; a wreck past hope he was:
His life I gave him, and did thereto add
My love without retention or reftraint;
All his in dedication. For his fake,
Did I expofe myself (pure, for his love)
Into the danger of this adverse town ;
Drew to defend him, when he was beset:
Where being apprehended, his false cunning
(Not meaning to partake with me in danger)
Taught him to face me out of his acquaintance;

And

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