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 haply inhabit a bird. Clo. What thinkest thou of his opinion? Mal. I think nobly of the soul, and no way approve his opinion. Clo. Fare thee well: remain thou still in darkness; thou shalt hold the 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! 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 SCENE III.—Olivia's garden. Enter Sebastian. me word how thou findest him: I would we were Seb. This is the air; that is the glorious sun; well rid of this knavery. If he may be conveni- This pearl she gave me, I do feel't, and see't: ently delivered, I would he were; for I am now so And though 'tis wonder that enwraps me thus, far in offence with my niece, that I cannot pursue Yet 'tis not madness. Where's Antonio then? with any safety this sport to the upshot. Come by I could not find him at the Elephant: and by to my chamber. [Exe. Sir Toby and Mar. Yet there he was; and there I found this credit," Clo. Hey, Robin, jolly Robin, That he did range the town to seek me out. [Singing. His counsel now might do me golden service: For though my soul 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 Tell me how thy lady does. Mal. Fool, Clo. My lady is unkind, perdy. Mal. Fool, Clo. Alas, why is she so? Mal. Fool, I say ; Clo. She loves another-Who calls, ha? Mal. Good fool, as ever thou wilt deserve well To any other trust' but that I am mad, at my hand, help me to a candle, and pen, and ink, Or else the lady's mad; yet, if 'twere so, and paper; as am a gentleman, I will live to be She could not sway her house, command her fol thankful to thee for't. Clo. Master Malvolio! Mal. Ay, good fool. Clo. Alas, sir, how fell you beside your five wits? Mal. Fool, there was never man so notoriously abused: I am as well in my wits, fool, as thou art. Clo. But as well? then you are mad, indeed, if you be no better in your wits than a fool. Mal. They have here propertied me; keep me in darkness, send ministers to me, asses, and do all they can to face me out of my wits. lowers, 10 Take, and give back, affairs, and their despatch, Enter Olivia and a Priest. Oli. Blame not this haste of mine: if you mean well, Now go with me, and with this holy man, Clo. Advise you what you say; the minister is Into the chantry by: there, before him, here.-Malvolio, Malvolio, thy wits the heavens And underneath that consecrated roof, restore! endeavour thyself to sleep, and leave thy vain bibble babble. Mal. Sir Topas, Plight me the full assurance of your faith; Clo. Maintain no words with him, good fellow.Whiles12 you are willing it shall come to note; Who, I, sir? not I, sir. God b'wi'you, good sir What time we will our celebration keep Topas. Marry, amen.-I will, sir, I will. Mal. Fool, fool, fool, I say,-. Clo. Alas, sir, be patient. What say you, sir? I am shent for speaking to you. Mal. Good fool, help me to some light, and some According to my birth.-What do you say? paper; I tell thee, I ain as well in my wits, as any That they may fairly note this act of mine! [Exe. 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 will set down ACT V. to my lady; it shall advantage thee more than ever SCENE I-The street before Olivia's house. the bearing of letter did. Clo. I will help you to't. But tell me true, are vou not mad, indeed? or do you but counterfeit ? (1) Regular conversation. (2) Any other gem as a topaz. (3) Senses. M Enter Clown and Fabian. Fab. Now, as thou lovest me, let me see his letter. (6) A buffoon character in the old plays, and father of the modern harlequin. (7) Account. (8) Reason. (9) Belief. (12) Until Clo. Good master Fabian, grant me another re-I know not what 'twas, but distraction. quest. Fab. Any thing. Clo. Do not desire to see this letter. Fab. That is, to give a dog, and, in recompense, desire my dog again. Enter Duke, Viola, and attendants. Duke. Belong you to the lady Olivia, friends? Clo. Ay, sir; we are some of her trappings. Duke. I know thee well; How dost thou, my good fellow? Clo. Truly, sir, the better for my foes, and the worse for my friends. Duke. Just the contrary; the better for thy friends. Clo. No, sir, the worse. Clo. Marry, sir, they praise me, and make an ass of me; now my foes tell me plainly I am an ass: so that by my foes, sir, I profit in the knowledge of myself; and by my friends I am abused: so that, conclusions to be as kisses, if your four negatives make your two affirmatives, why, then the worse for my friends, and the better for my foes. Duke. Why, this is excellent. Clo. By my troth, sir, no; though it please you to be one of my friends. Duke. Thou shalt not be the worse for me; there's gold. Duke. Notable pirate! thou salt-water thief! Ant. Though, I confess, on base and ground enough, Where being apprehended, his false cunning purse, Which I had recommended to his use Clo. But that it would be double-dealing, sir, I(No interim, not a minute's vacancy,) 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 so much a sinner to be a double-dealer; there's another. Clo. Primo, secundo, tertio, is a good play and the old saying 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. go, sir; but I would not have you to think, that my desire of having is the sin of covetousness: but, as you say, sir, let your bounty take a nap, I will awake it anon. [Exit Clown. Enter Antonio and Officers. Vio. Here comes the man, sir, that did rescue me. 2 from And this is he, that did the Tiger board, (1) Mischievous. Both day and night did we keep company. Enter Olivia and attendants. come him. Duke. Why should I not, had I the heart to do it, (S) Dull, gross. Where he sits crowned in his master's spite.- Sir And. Od's lifelings, here he is :-You broke Come boy, with me; my thoughts are ripe in mis- my head for nothing; and that that I did, I was chief: I'll sacrifice the lamb that I do love, [Following. Oli. Where goes Cesario? Vio. After him I love, More than I love these eyes, more than my life, More, by all mores, than c'er I shall love wife: If I do feign, you witnesses above, Punish my life, for tainting of my love! Oli. Ah, me, detested! how am I beguil'd! Vio. Who does beguile you? who does do you wrong? 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. Enter Sir Toby Belch, drunk, led by the Clown. Here comes sir Toby halting, you shall hear more: but if he had not been in drink, he would have tickled you othergates than he did. 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, Oli. Hast thou forgot thyself? Is it so long?-sot? Call forth the holy father. [Exit an Allendant. Come away. Duke. To Viola. Oli. Whither, my lord ?-Cesario, husband, stay. Oli. No, my lord, not I. Father, I charge thee, by thy reverence, Priest. A contract of eternal bond of love, Strengthen'd by interchangement of your rings; Since when, my watch hath told me, toward my grave, I have travelled but two hours. Duke. O, thou dissembling cub! what wilt thou be, Oli. broke. Sir And. For the love of God, 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 God, your help: I had rather than forty pound, I were at home. Oli. Who has done this, sir Andrew? Sir And. The count's gentleman, one Cesario: we took him for a coward, but he's the very devil incardinate. Duke. My gentleman, Cesario? (1) Disown thy property. (2) Skin. Otherways, (4) Serious dancers. Clo. O he's drunk, sir Toby, an hour agone; his eyes were set at eight i' the morning. Sir To. Then he's a rogue. After a passy-mea. sure, or a pavin, I hate a drunken rogue. Oli. Away with him: who hath made this havoc 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 Clown, Sir Toby, and Sir Andrew. Enter Sebastian. Seb. I am sorry, madam, I have hurt your kins man; But, had it been the brother of my blood, Duke. One face, one voice, one habit, and two persons? A natural perspective, that is, and is not. How have the hours rack'd and tortur'd me, 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. Do I stand there? I never had a brother: Nor can there be that deity in my nature, Of here and every where. I had a sister, Whom the blind waves and surges have devour'd:Of charity, what kin are you to me? [To Viola. 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. A spirit I am indeed; But am in that dimension grossly clad, Which from the womb I did participate. 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. My father had a mole upon his brow. Seb. And so had mine. (5) Out of charity tell me. Vio. And died that day when Viola from her birth Seb. O, that record is lively in my soul! But nature to her bias drew in that. To think me as well a sister as a wife, Duke. Madam, I am most apt to embrace your Your master quits you; [To Viola.] and, for your So much against the mettle of your sex, Duke. Be not amaz'd; right noble is his blood.-And since you call'd me master for so long, If this be so, as yet the glass seems true, [To Viola. Thou never should'st love woman like to me. Duke. Give me thy hand; hither : And yet, alas, now I remember me, Re-enter Clown, with a letter. Here is my hand; you shall from this time be Oli. 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 ine, 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 lighters people: And, acting this in an obedient hope, Why have you suffer'd me to be imprison'd, Clo. Truly, madam, he holds Belzebub at the Kept in a dark house, visited by the priest, stave's end, as well as a man in his case may do:And made the most notorious geck, and gull, he has here writ a letter to you; I should have given it to you to-day morning; but as a madman's epistles are no gospels, so it skills not much, when they are delivered. A most extracting frenzy of mine own Öli. Open it, and read it. Clo. Look then to be well edified, when the fool delivers the madman:-By the Lord, madam,— Oli. How now! art thou mad? Clo. No, madam, I do but read madness: your ladyship will have it as it ought to be, must allow vox.2 you That e'er invention play'd on? tell me why. 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; then cam'st in smiling, And in such forms which here were presuppos'd Upon thee in the letter. Pr'ythee be content: an 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 Oli. Pr'ythee, read i' thy right wits. Of thine own cause. Clo. So I do, madonna; but to read his right Fab. Good madam, hear me speak; wits, is to read thus: therefore perpend, my prin-And let no quarrel, nor no brawl to come, cess, and give car. Taint the condition of this present hour, Oli. Read it you, sirrah. [To Fabian. Which I have wonder'd at. In hope it shalt not, Fab. [reads. By the Lord, madam, you wrong Most freely I confess, myself, and Toby, me, and the world shall know it: though you have Set this device against Malvolio here, put me into darkness, and given your drunken Upon some stubborn and uncourteous parts cousin rule over me, yet have I the benefit of my We had conceiv'd against him: Maria writ senses as well as your ladyship. I have your own The letter, at sir Toby's great importance;" letter that induced me to the semblance I put on; In recompence whereof, he hath married her. How with a sportful malice it was follow'd, (3) Attend. (1) Hinders. (2) Voice. (6) Fool. (7) Importunacy. May rather pluck on laughter than revenge; Oli. Alas, poor fool! how have they baffled' thee! Clo. Why, some are born great, some achieve greatness, and some have greatness thrown 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 barren rascal? an you smile not, he's gagg'd: And thus the whirligig of time brings in his revenges. Mal. I'll be revenged on the whole pack of you. |