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.-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. Enter Sir TOBY BELCH, drunk, led by the Clown. 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, didst see Dick surgeon, sot? 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, and a passy-measures pavin: I hate a drunken rogue. 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 Clown, Sir TOBY, and Sir ANDREW. Enter SEBASTIAN. Seb. I am sorry, Madam, I have hurt your kinsman; I must have done no less with wit and safety. 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,- Seb. Antonio! O my dear Antonio! How have the hours rack'd and tortur'd me, Since I have lost thee! Ant. Sebastian are you? Seb. Fear'st thou that, Antonio? Ant. How have you made division of yourself?— Seb. Do I stand there? I never had a brother; Whom the blind waves and surges have devour'd.— So went he suited to his wat'ry tomb: Seb. Vio. My father had a mole upon his brow,— Vio. And died that day, when Viola from her birth Seb. O, that record is lively in my soul! He finished, indeed, his mortal act That day that made my sister thirteen years. I'll bring you to a captain in this town, Where lie my maiden weeds; by whose gentle help I was preserv'd, to serve this noble count. All the occurrence of my fortune since Hath been between this lady, and this lord. Seb. [To OLIVIA.] So comes it, lady, you have been mistook But nature to her bias drew in that. You would have been contracted to a maid; You are betroth'd both to a maid and man. Duke. Be not amaz'd; right noble is his blood.— If this be so, as yet the glass seems true, I shall have share in this most happy wreck. [To VIOLA.] Boy, thou hast said to me a thousand times, Thou never shouldst love woman like to me. Vio. And all those sayings will I over-swear; And all those swearings keep as true in soul, Duke. As doth that orbèd continent the fire Give me thy hand; And let me see thee in thy woman's weeds. A gentleman, and follower of my lady's. From my remembrance clearly banish'd his.— 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 you to-day 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: an your ladyship will have it as it ought to be, you must allow vox. Oli. Pr'ythee, read i' thy right wits. Clo. So I do, madonna; but to read his right wits, is to read thus: therefore perpend, my princess, and give ear. 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. The madly-used MALVOLIO." Oli. Did he write this? Clo. Ay, Madam. Duke. This savours not much of distraction. Oli. See him deliver'd, Fabian: bring him hither. [Exit FABIAN. My lord, so please you, these things farther thought on, To think me as well a sister as a wife, One day shall crown the alliance on 't, so please you, Duke. Madam, I am most apt t' embrace your offer.— [TO VIOLA.] Your master quits you; and, for your service done him, So much against the mettle of your sex, So far beneath your soft and tender breeding, Mal. Lady, you have. Pray you, peruse that letter: Oli. Alas, Malvolio, this is not my writing, First told me thou wast mad; then cam'st in smiling, Fab. Thou shalt be both the plaintiff and the judge Of thine own cause. Good Madam, hear me speak; 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 reveng'd on the whole pack of you. Oli. He hath been most notoriously abus'd. Duke. Pursue him, and entreat him to a peace : Clo. He hath not told us of the captain yet: VOL. II. SONG. [Exit. [Exeunt all except Clown. When that I was and a little tiny boy, 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 knaves and thieves men shut their gate, I |