Mal. By this hand I am: Good fool, some ink, paper, and light, and convey what I will 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 madman, 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. Seb. This is the air; that is the glorious sun; This pearl she 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,2 That he did range the town to seek me out. 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 To any other trust, but that I am mad, Take, and give back, affairs and their despatch, Oli. Blame not this haste of mine: If you mean well, Now go with me, and with this holy man, Oli. Then lead the way, good father;---And heaven to shine, That they may fairly note this act of mine! [Exeunt Act Fifth. SCENE I. 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 Clo. No, sir, the worse. [friends. Duke. How can that be? 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. 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 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. I 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. V. Here comes the man, sir, that did rescue me. Duke. That face of his I do remember well: Yet, when I saw it last, it was besmear'd As black as vulcan, in the sinoke of war? Whom thou, in terms so bloody, and so dear, Vio. Enter Olivia and Attendants. Duke. Here comes the countess; now heaven Duke. Gracious Olivia, [lord, O. What do you say, Cesario?- Good my Duke. Still so cruel. Oli. Still so constant, lord. To whose ingrate and unauspicious altars [out, Du. Why should I not, had I the heart to do it, I'll sacrifice the lamb that I do love, To spite a raven's heart within a dove. [Going. Oli. Where goes Cesario? Vio. After him I love, Oli. Ah me, detested! how am I beguil'd! Oli. Hast thou forgot thyself! Is it so long?— Oli. Ay, husband; Can he that deny ? Vio. Priest. A contract of eternal bond of love, D. O, thou dissembling cub! what wilt thou be, Duke. What! to perverseness? you uncivil lady, Where thou and I henceforth may xever meet. Vio. My lord, I do protest, Oli. O, do not swear; Hold little faith, though thou hast too much to fear. Enter Sir Andrew Ague-cheek, with his head broke. Sir And. For the love of heaven, a surgeɔn; 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 heaven, 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! Sir And. Od's lifelings, here he is:-You broke my head for nothing; and that that I did, I was 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 othergates1 than he did. D. 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, 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 after a passymeasures pavin;2 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 kins- Ant. Sebastian are you? Fear'st thou that, Antonio? Seb. Do I stand there? I never had a brother; Nor can there be that deity in my nature Of here and everywhere. I had a sister, [vour'd:Whom the blind waves and surges have de[To Viola.] Of charity, what kin are you to me? 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, drown'd Viola! Vio. My father had a mole upon his brow. Seb. And so had mine. Vio. And died that day when Viola from her Had number'd thirteen years. [birth Seb. O, that record is lively in my soul! He finished, indeed, his mortal act, That day that made my sister thirteen years. Vio. If nothing lets to make us happy both, But this my masculine usurp'd attire, Do not embrace me, till each circumstance Of place, time, fortune, do cohere, and jump, That I am Viola: which to confirm, I'll bring you to a captain in this town, Where lie my maiden weeds; by whose gentle was preserv'd, to serve this noble count: [help Hath been between this lady and this lord. All the occurrence of my fortune since I Seb. So comes it lady, you have been mistook: But nature to her bias drew in that. [To Olivia. Nor are you therein, by my life, deceived, You would have been contracted to a maid; You are betroth'd both to a maid and man. D. Be not amazed; right noble is his blood.If this be so, as yet the glass seems true, I shall have share in this most happy wreck; Boy, thou hast said to me a thousand times. Thou never should'st love woman like to me. [To Viola. Vio. And all those sayings will I over-swear; And all those swearings keep as true in soul, As doth that orbed continent the fire That severs day from night. Duke. Give me thy hand; And let me see thee in thy woman's weeds. V. The captain that did bring me first on shore Hath my maid's garments: he, upon some action, Is now in durance; at Malvolio's suit, A gentleman, and follower of my lady's. Öli. He shall enlarge him;-Fetch Malvolio And yet, alas, now I remember me, [hither:They say, poor gentleman, he's much distract. Re-enter Clown, with a Letter. A most extracting frenzy of mine own 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 to you to-day morning; but as a mad man's epistles are no gospels, so it skills not much when they are delivered. Oli. Open it, and read it. Oli. Alas, Malvolio, this is not my writing, Though I confess much like the character: But out of question, 'tis Maria's hand. Clo. Look then to be well edified, when the And now I do bethink me, it was she [smiling, fool delivers the madman: 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 1. Oli. Pr'ythee, read i' thy right wits. Clo. So I do, madonna; but to read his right wits, is to read thus: therefore prepend,2 my princess, and give ear. Oli. Read it you, sirrah. [To Fabian. Fab. [Reads.] 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 Fubian. My lord, so please you, these things further To think me as well a sister as a wife, [thought on, One day shall crown the alliance on't, so please Here at my house, and at my proper cost. Duke. Madam, I am most apt to embrace your offer.[you, Your master quits you; [To Viola] and, for your service done him, So much against the mettle of your sex, Oli. A sister?-you are she. Re-enter Fabian, with Malvolio. Duke. Is this the madman? Oli. Ay, my lord, the same: How now, Oli. Have I, Malvolio? no. [letter: M. Lady, you have. Pray you peruse that 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 have you suffer'd me to be imprison'd, Kept in a dark house, visited by the priest, And made the most notorious geck, and gull, That e'er invention played on? tell me why. i Voice. 2 Attend. 3 Fool. First told me thou wast mad: then cam'st in But when we know the grounds and authors of it, O. 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:-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 CLO. When that I was and a little tiny boy, Act First. SCENE I. CLOWN, Servant to Mrs Overdone. ISABELLA, Sister to Claudio. Mistress Overdone. Lords, Gentlemen, Guards, Officers, and other Attendants. SCENE.-Vienna. AN APARTMENT IN THE DUKE'S PALACE. Enter Duke, Escalus, and Lords. Duke. Of government the properties to unfold, For common justice, you are as pregnant in Did not go forth of us, 'twere all alike [touch'd Both thanks and use; but I do bend my speech In our remove, be thou at full ourself; Ang. Duke. No more evasion: We have with a leaven'd and prepared choice Proceeded to you; therefore take your honours. Our haste from hence is of so quick condition, That it prefers itself, and leaves unquestion'd Matters of needful value. We shall write to you, As time and our concernings shall impórtune, How it goes with us, and do look to know What doth befall you here. So, fare you well: To th' hopeful execution do I leave you Of your commissions. Ang. Yet, give leave, my lord, That we may bring you something on the way. Duke. My haste may not admit it; Nor need you, on mine honour, have to do With any scruple: your scope is as mine own, So to enforce or qualify the laws |