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Oli. Did he write this?
Clo. Ay, Madam.
Duke. This favours not much of distraction.

Oli. See him deliver'd, Fabian; bring him hither.
My Lord, so please you, these things further thought
To think me as well a sister, as a wife;

[on,
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 t'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 soft and tender breeding ; (And since

you call’d me master for so long,)
Here is

my
hand,

you

shall from this time be Your master's mistress.

Oli. A fifter,

-you are the,

S CE N E VII.

Enter Malvolio.
Duke. Is this the mad-man?

Oli. Ay, my Lord, this same; 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 seal, 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

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Why have you suffer'd me to be imprisond,
Kept in a dark house, visited by the priest,
And made the inost notorious geck, and gull,
That e'er invention plaid 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

smiling, And in such forms which * here were presuppos'd Upon thee in the letter : prythee, be content ; This practice hath most shrewdly past upon thee; But when we know the grounds, and authors of it, Thou shall 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 wondred 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 paft.

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

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; but that's all one :

- by the Lord, fool, I am not mad; but do you remember, Madam, -why laugh you at such a bar

* ...-iere were presuppos'd) Presuppos'd, for imposed.

ren

ren 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 solemn combination shall be made Of our dear souls. Mean time, sweet fifter, We will not part from hence.-Cesario, come; (For so you shall be, while you are a man ;) But when in other habits you are seen, Orfino's mistress, and his fancy's Queen. [Exeunt.

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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, &c.
'Gainst knaves and thieves men shut their gale,

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

With hey, ho, &c.
By swaggering could I never thrive,

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

With hey, ho, &c.
I Vith tofs pots still had drunken heads,

For the rain, &c.
A great while ago the world begun,

IVith hey, ho, &c.
But that's all one, our play is done ;

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

* When that I was, &c.] This wretched Stuff is not Shakespear's, but the Players !

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