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Ant. Haply your eye shall light upon some toy Orsino's is returned. I could hardly entreat him back:
You have desire to purchase; and your store, he attends your ladyship's pleasure.
I think, is not for idle markets, sir.

Oli. I'll come to him. [Èxit Servant.] Good Maria, Seb. I'll be your purse-bearer, and leave you for an let this fellow be looked to. Where's my cousin Toby? hour.

Let soine of my people have a special care of him. I Ant. To the Elephant.

would not have him miscarry for the half of my dowry. Seb. I do remember.

[Exeunt Olivia and Maria. SCENE IV.-Olivia's Garden.

Mal. Oh, ho? do you come near me now? no worse

man than sir Toby to look to me? This concurs Enter Olivia and Maria.

directly with the letter: she sends him on purpose, Oli. I have sent after bim : he


he'll come. that I may appear stubborn to him; for she incites me How shall I feast him ? what bestow of him?

to that in the letter. “Cast thy humble slough,” says For youth is bought more oft, than begg'd, or borrow'd. she;"be opposite with a kinsman, surly with servants, I speak too loud.

- let thy tongue tang with arguments of state,-put Where is Malvolio?-he is sad, and civil,

thyself into the trick of singularity:"-and conseAnd suits well for a servant with my fortunes.- quently sets down the manner how; as, a sad face, a Where is Malvolio?

reverend carriage, a slow tongue, in the habit of some Mar. He's coming, madam; but in very strange sir of note, and so forth. I have limed her; but it is manner. He is sure possess'd, madam.

Jove's doing, and Jove make me thankful. And when Oli. Why, what's the matter? does he rave ? she went away now, “Let this fellow be looked to :"

Mar. No, madam; he does nothing but smile : your fellow! not Malvolio, nor after my degree, but fellow. ladyship were best to have some guard about you, if Why, every thing adheres together, that no dram of he come, for sure the man is tainted in's wits.

a scruple, no scruple of a scruple, no obstacle, no inOli. Go call him hither. [Exit Maria.]-I am as credulous or unsafe circumstance-What can be said ? mad as he,

Nothing that can be can come between me, and the If sad and merry madness equal be.

full prospect of my hopes. Well, Jove, not I, is the Enter Malvolio and Maria.

doer of this, and he is to be thanked. How now, Malvolio?

Re-enter Maria, with Sir Toby Belch, and Fabian. Mal. Sweet lady, ha, ha! [Smiles ridiculously. Sir To. Which way is he, in the name of sanctity ? Oli. Smil'st thou ?

If all the devils in hell be drawn in little, and Legion I sent for thee upon a sad occasion.

himself possess him, yet I'll speak to him. Mal, Sad, lady? I could be sad. This does make Fab. Here he is, here he is.—How is't with you, sir ? some obstruction in the blood, this cross-gartering; but how is't with you, man ? what of that? if it please the eye of one, it is with me Mal. Go off; í discard you: let me enjoy my prias the very true sonnet hath it, “ Please one, and please vacy: go off. all."

Mar. Lo, how hollow the fiend speaks within him! Oli. Why, how dost thou, man? what is the matter did not I tell you?-Sir Toby, my lady prays you to with thee?

have a care of him. Mal. Not black in my mind, though yellow in my legs. Mal. Ah, ha! does she so? It didcome to his hands and commands shall be executed: Sir To. Go to, go to: peace! peace! we must deal I think we do know the sweet Roman band.

gently with him; let me alone. --How do you, MalOli. Wilt thou go to bed, Malvolio?

volio? how is't with you? What, man ! defy the devil: Mal. To bed ? ay, sweet-heart, and I'll come to thee. consider, he's an enemy to mankind.

Oli. God comfort thee! Why dost thou smile so, Mal. Do you know what you say? and kiss thy hand so oft?

Mar. La, you! an you speak ill of the devil, how he Mar. How do


takes it at heart. Pray God, he be not bewitched ! Mal. At your request! Yes; nightingales answer Fab. Carry his water to the wise woman. daws.

Mar. Marry, and it shall be done to-morrow mornMar. Why appear you with this ridiculous boldness ing, if I live. My lady would not lose him for more before my lady?

Mal. "Be not afraid of greatness:"— 'Twas well writ. Mal. How now, mistress?
Oli. What meanest thou by that, Malvolio?

Mar. O lord !
Mal. “Some are born great,"

Sir To. Pr'ythee, hold thy peace: this is not the Oli. Ha ?

way. Do you not see you move him ? let me alone Mal. “Some achieve greatness,"

with him. Oli. What say'st thou?

Fab. No way but gentleness; gently, gently: the Mal. “And some have greatness thrust upon them.” fiend is rough, and will not be roughly used. Oli. Heaven restore thee!

Sir To. Why, how now, my bawcock? how dost thou, Mal. “Remember, who commended thy yellow chuck ? stockings; "

Mal. Sir! Oli. Thy yellow stockings?

Sir To. Ay, Biddy, come with me. What, man! Mal. “And wished to see thee cross-gartered.” 'tis not for gravity to play at cherry-pit with Satan. Oli. Cross-gartered ?

Hang him, foul collier ! Mal. “Go to: thou art made, if thou desirest to be Mar. Get him to say his prayers ; good sir Toby, so :'

get him to pray. Oli. Am I made?

Mal. My prayers, minx! Mal. "

• If not, let me see thee a servant still.” Mar. No, I warrant you; he will not hear of godliness. Oli. Why, this is very midsummer madness.

Mal. Go, hang yourselves all! you are idle shallow Enter Servant.

things: I am not of your element. You shall know Ser. Madam, the young gentleman of the count more hereafter.


than I'll say.

Sir To. Is't possible?

Sir To. I will meditate the while upon some horrid Fab. If this were played upon a stage now, I could message for a challenge. condemn it as an improbable fiction.

[Exeunt Sir Toby, Fabian, and MARIA. Sir To. His very genius hath taken the infection of

Re-enter OLIVIA, with VioLA. the device, man.

Oli. I have said too much unto a heart of stone, Mar. Nay, pursue him now, lest the device take air, And laid mine honour too unchary on't. and taint.

There's something in me that reproves my fault,
Fab. Why, we shall make him mad, indeed. But such a headstrong potent fault it is,
Mar. The house will be the quieter.

That it but mocks reproof. Sir To. Come, we'll have him in a dark room, and Vio. With the same 'haviour that your passion bears, bound. My niece is already in the belief that he's Go on my master's griefs. mad: we may carry it thus, for our pleasure, and his Oli. Here; wear this jewel for me: 'tis my picture. penance, till our very pastime, tired out of breath, Refuse it not, it hath no tongue to vex you; prompts us have mercy on him; at which time, we And, I beseech you, come again to-morrow. will bring the device to the bar, and crown thee for a What shall you ask of me, that I'll deny, finder of madmen. But see, but see.

That, honour sav'd, may upon asking give?

Vio. Nothing but this; your true love for my master. Fab. More matter for a May morning.

Oli. How with mine honour may I give him that, Sir And. Here's the challenge; read it: I warrant, Which I have given to you? there's vinegar and pepper in't.


I will acquit you. Fab. Is't so saucy?

Oli. Well, come again to-morrow. Fare thee well: Sir And. Ay, is't, I warrant him: do but read. A fiend like thee might bear my soul to hell. [Exit.

Sir To. Give me. [Reads.] “Youth; whatsoever Re-enter Sir Toby Belch, and Fabian. thou art, thou art but a scurvy fellow.”

Sir To. Gentleman, God save thee. Fab. Good, and valiant.

Vio. And you, sir. Sir To. “Wonder not, nor admire not in thy mind, Sir To. That defence thou hast, betake thee to't: why I do call thee so, for I will show thee noreason for't." of what nature the wrongs are thou hast done him, I

Fab. A good note, that keeps you from the blow of know not; but thy intercepter, full of despight, bloody the law.

as the hunter, attends thee at the orchard end. DisSir To. “Thou comest to the lady Olivia, and in my mount thy tuck; be yare in thy preparation, for thy sight she uses thee kindly: but thou liest in thy throat; assailant is quick, skilful, and deadly. that is not the matter I challenge thee for."

Vio. You mistake, sir: I am sure, no man hath Fab. Very brief, and to exceeding good sense-less. any quarrel to me. My remembrance is


free Sir To. I will way-lay thee going home; where, if and clear from any image of offence done to any man. it be thy chance to kill me,”

Sir To. You'll find it otherwise, I assure you: Fab. Good.

therefore, if you hold your life at any price, betake Sir To. Thou killest me like a rogue and a villain.” you to your guard; for your opposite hath in him Fab. Still you keep o' the windy side of the law: good. what youth, strength, skill, and wrath, can furnish

Sir To. “Fare thee well; and God have mercy upon man withal. one of our souls! He may have mercy upon mine; Vio. I pray you, sir, what is he? but my hope is better, and so look to thyself. Thy Sir To. He is a knight, dubbed with unhatch'd friend, as thou usest him, and thy sworn enemy, rapier, and on carpet consideration, but he is a devil ANDREW AGUE-CHEEK." If this letter move him not, in private brawl : souls and bodies hath he divorced his legs cannot. I'll give't him.

three, and his incensement at this moment is so imMar. You may have very fit occasion for't: he is placable, that satisfaction can be none but by pangs of now in some commerce with my lady, and will by and death and sepulchre. Hob, nob, is his word; give't, by depart.

or take't. Sir To. Go to, sir Andrew; scout me for him at the Vio. I will return again into the house, and desire corner of the orcbard, like a bum-bailie. So soon as some conduct of the lady: I am no fighter. I have ever thou seest him, draw, and, as thou drawest, swear heard of some kind of men, that put quarrels purposely horrible; for it comes to pass oft, that a terrible oath, on others to taste their valour; belike, this is a man with a swaggering accent, sharply twanged off, gives of that quirk. manhood more approbation than ever proof itself Sir To. Sir, no; his indignation derives itself out would have earned him. Away!

of a very competent injury: therefore, get you on, Sir And. Nay, let me alone for swearing. [Exit. and give him his desire. Back you shall not to the

Sir To. Now, will not I deliver his letter; for the house, unless you undertake that with me, which behaviour of the young gentleman gives him out to be of with as much safety you might answer him: therefore, good capacity and breeding: his employment between on, strip your sword stark naked; for meddle you his lord and my niece confirms no less; therefore this must, that's certain, or forswear to wear iron about you. letter, being so excellently ignorant, will breed no ter- Vio. This is as uncivil, as strange. I beseech you, ror in the youth: he will find it comes from a clodpole. do me this courteous office, as to know of the knight But, sir, I will deliver his challenge by word of mouth; what my offence to him is: it is something of my set upon Ague-cheek a notable report of valour, and negligence, nothing of my purpose. drive the gentleman, (as, I know, his youth will aptly Sir To. I will do so. Signior Fabian, stay you by receive it) into a most hideous opinion of his rage, this gentleman till my return. [Exit Sir Toby. skill, fury, and impetuosity. This will so fright them Vio. Pray you, sir, do you know of this matter? both, that they will kill one another by the look, like Fab. I know, the knight is incensed against you, cockatrices.

even to a mortal arbitrement, but nothing of the cirFab. Here he comes with your niece. Give them cumstance more. way, till he take leave, and presently after him. Vio. I beseech you, what manner of man is he?

Fab. Nothing of that wonderful promise, to read 1 Off. This is the man: do thy office.
him by his form, as you are like to find him in the 2 Of. Antonio, I arrest thee at the suit
proof of his valour. He is, indeed, sir, the most Of count Orsino.
skilful, bloody, and fatal opposite that


You do mistake me, sir. sibly have found in any part of Illyria. Will you 1 Off. No, sir, no jot: I know your favour well, walk towards him? I will make your peace with Though now you have no sea-cap on your head. him, if I can.

Take him away: he knows, I know him well. Vio. I shall be much bound to you for't: I am one, Ant. I must obey.--[To Viola.] This comes with that would rather go with sir priest, than sir knight: seeking you; I care not who knows so much of my mettle. [Exeunt. But there's no remedy: I shall answer it. Re-enter Sir Toby, with Sir ANDREW hanging back. What will you do? Now my necessity

Sir To. Why, man, he's a very devil, I have not Makes me to ask you for my purse. It grieves me seen such a firago. I had a pass with him, rapier, Much more for what I cannot do for you, scabbard, and all, and he gives me the stuck in, with Than what befalls myself. You stand amaz'd, such a mortal motion, that it is inevitable; and on the But be of comfort. answer, he pays you as surely as your feet hit the 2 Off. Come, sir, away. ground they step on. They say, he has been fencer Ant. I must entreat of you some of that money. to the Sophy:

Vio. What money, sir ? Sir And. Pox on't, I'll not meddle with him. For the fair kindness you have show'd me here,

Sir To. Ay, but he will not now be pacified : Fabian And part, being prompted by your present trouble, can scarce hold him yonder.

Out of my lean and low ability Sir And. Plague on't; an I thought he had been I'll lend you something. My having is not much: valiant, and so cunning in fence, I'd have seen him I'll make division of my present with you. damned ere I'd have challenged him. Let him let Hold, there's half my coffer. the matter slip, and I'll give him my horse, grey Ant.


you deny me now? Capulet.

Is't possible, that my deserts to you Sir To. I'll make the motion. Stand here; make a Can lack persuasion? Do not tempt my misery, good show on't. This shall end without the perdition Lest that it make me so unsound a man, of souls. [Aside.] Marry, I'll ride your horse as well As to upbraid you with those kindnesses as I ride you.

That I have done for you.
Re-enter Fabian and Viola, unwillingly.


I know of none; I have his horse [To FaB.] to take up the quarrel. I Nor know I you by voice, or any feature. have persuaded him, the youth's a devil.

I hate ingratitude more in a man,
Fab. He is as horribly conceited of him; [To Sir Than lying vainness, babbling drunkenness,
Toby) and pants, and looks pale, as if a bear were at Or any taint of vice whose strong corruption
his heels.

Inhabits our frail blood.
Sir To. There's no remedy, sir : [T. VIOLA) he will Ant.

O, heavens themselves ! fight with you for's oath sake. Marry, he hath bet- 2 Off. Come, sir: I pray you, go.. ter bethought him of his quarrel, and he finds that Ant. Let me speak a little. This youth, that you

see here, the supportance of his vow: he protests, he will not I snatch'd one half out of the jaws of death ;

Reliev'd him with such sanctity of love, Vio. [Aside.] Pray God defend me! A little thing And to his image, which, methought, did promise would make me tell them how much I lack of a man. Most veritable worth, did I devotion. Fab. Give ground, if you see him furious.

1 Off. What's that to us? The time goes by: away! Sir To. Come, sir Andrew, there's no remedy: the Ant. But, O, how vile an idol proves this god ! gentleman will, for his honour's sake, have one bout Thou hast, Sebastian, done good feature shame. with you: he cannot by the duello avoid it; but he In nature there's no blemish, but the mind; has promised me, as he is a gentleman and a soldier, None can be call'd deform'd, but the unkind: he will not hurt you. Come on; to't.

Virtue is beauty; but the beauteous evil Sir And. Pray God, he keep his

Are oath!

empty trunks, o'erflourish'd by the devil.

[They draw, and Vio. I do assure you, 'tis against

go back from Come, come, sir.

1 Of The man grows mad: away with him! each other.]

Ant. Lead me on. [Exeunt Officers, with AntoniO. Enter ANTONIO.

Vio. Methinks, his words do from such passion fly,
Ant. Put up your sword.— If this young gentleman That he believes himself; so do not I.
Have done offence, I take the fault on me:

Prove true, imagination, 0! prove true,
If you offend him, I for him defy you. [Drawing. That I, dear brother, be now ta'en for you!
Sir To. You, sir ? why, what are you?

Sir To. Come hither, knight; come hither, Fabian : Ant. One, sir, that for his love dares yet do more, we'll whisper o'er a couplet or two of most sage saws. Than you have heard bim brag to you he will.

Vio. He nam'd Sebastian : I my brother know Sir To. Nay, if you be an undertaker, I am for you. Yet living in my glass; even such, and so,

[Drawing. In favour was my brother; and he went Enter Officers.

Still in this fashion, colour, ornament, Fab. O, good sir Toby, hold ! here come the officers. For him I imitate. O! if it prove, Sir To. I'll be with you anon.

Tempests are kind, and salt waves fresh in love! (Exit. Vio. Pray, sir; put your sword up, if you please. Sir To. A very dishonest paltry boy, and more a Sir And. Marry, will ļ, sir :-and, for that I pro- coward than a hare. His dishonesty appears, in leaving mised you, I'll be as good as my word. He will bear his friend here in necessity, and denying him; and for you easily, and reins well.

his cowardship, ask Fabian.

hurt you.

my will.

Fab. A coward, a most devout coward; religious in it.
Sir And. 'Slid, I'll after him again, and beat him.

Sir To. Do; cuff him soundly, but never draw thy sword.

Sir And. An I do not,

[Exit. Fab. Come, let's see the event. Sir To. I dare lay any money 'twill be nothing yet.


for you.

SCENE I.-The Street before Olivia's House. Against thy peace. Go with me to my house;

And hear thou there how many fruitless pranks
Enter SEBASTIAN and Clown.

This ruffian hath botch'd up, that thou thereby Clo. Will you make me believe that I am not sent May'st smile at this. Thou shalt not choose but go: for you?

Do not deny. Beshrew his soul for me, Seb. Go to, go to; thou art a foolish fellow : He started one poor heart of mine in thee. Let me be clear of thee.

Seb. What relish is in this ? how runs the stream? Clo. Well held out, i' faith! No, I do not know Or I am mad, or else this is a dream. you; nor I am not sent to you by my lady to bid you Let fancy still my sense in Lethe steep; come speak with her; nor your name is not master If it be thus to dream, still let me sleep. Cesario; nor this is not my nose neither.—Nothing, Oli. Nay, come, I pr’ythee. Would thou’dst be that is so, is so.

rul'd by me! Seb. I pr'ythee, vent thy folly somewhere else: Seb. Madam, I will. Thou know'st not me.


0! say so, and so be. (Exeunt. Clo. Vent my folly! He has heard that word of

SCENE II.-A Room in Olivia's House. some great man, and now applies it to a fool. Vent

Enter Maria and Clown. my folly! I am afraid this great lubberly world will prove a cockney. I prythee now, ungird thy strange- Mar. Nay, I pr’ythee, put on this gown, and this ness, and tell me what I shall vent to my lady. Shall beard : make him believe thou art sir Topas, the curate: I vent to her that thou art coming ?

do it quickly; I'll call sir Toby the whilst. [Exit Maria. Seb. I pr’ythee, foolish Greek, depart from me. Clo. Well, I'll put it on, and I will dissemble myself There's money for thee: if you tarry longer,

in't: and I would I were the first that ever dissembled I shall give worse payment.

in such a gown. [Putting it on.] I am not tall enough Clo. By my troth, thou hast an open hand. These to become the function well, nor lean enough to be wise men, that give fools money, get themselves a thought a good student; but to be said an honest man, good report after fourteen years' purchase.

and a good housekeeper, goes as fairly as to say a careEnter Sir Andrew, Sir Toby, and Fabian. ful man, and a great scholar. The competitors enter. Sir And. Now, sir, have I met you again ? there's

Enter Sir Toby Belch and Maria. [Striking Sebastian. Sir To. Jove bless thee, master parson. Seb. Why, there's for thee, and there, and there. Clo. Bonos dies, sir Toby: for as the old hermit of Are all the people mad? [Beating Sir Andrew. Prague, that never saw pen and ink, very wittily said Sir To. Hold, sir, or I'll throw your dagger o'er to a niece of king Gorboduc, “That, that is, is ;'

so I, the house.

being master parson, am master parson, for what is Clo. This will I tell my lady straight. I would not that, but that? and is, but is ? be in some of your coats for two-pence. [Exit Clown. Sir To. To him, sir Topas.

Sir To. Come on, sir: hold! [Holding Sebastian. Clo. What, ho! I say.—Peace in this prison.
Sir And. Nay, let him alone; I'll go another way to

[Opening a door. work with him: I'll have an action of battery against Sir To. The knave counterfeits welī; a good knave. him, if there be any law in Illyria. Though I struck Mal. (Within.] Who calls there? him first, yet it's no matter for that.

Clo. Sir Topas, the curate, who comes to visit MalSeb. Let go thy hand.

volio the lunatic. Sir To. Come, sir, I will not let you go. Come, my Mal. Sir Topas, sir Topas, good sir Topas, go to my young soldier, put up your iron: you are well fleshed. lady. Come on.

Clo. Out, hyperbolical fiend ! how vexest thou this Seb. I will be free from thee. What would'st thou man. Talkest thou nothing but of ladies ? now?

[Breaking away.

Sir To. Well said, master parson. If thou dar'st tempt me farther, draw thy sword. Mal. Sir Topas, never was man thus wronged. Good

Sir To. What, what! Nay then, I must have an sir Topas, do not think I am mad: they have laid me ounce or two of this malapert blood from you. here in hideous darkness.

[They draw and fence. Clo. Fie, thou dishonest Sathan! I call thee by the Enter Olivia.

most modest terms; for I am one of those gentle ones, Oli. Hold, Toby! on thy life, I charge thee, hold! that will use the devil himself with courtesy. Say'st Sir To. Madam

thou that house is dark ? Oli. Will it be ever thus ? Ungracious wretch ! Mal. As hell, sir Topas. Fit for the mountains, and the barbarous caves,

Clo. Why, it hath bay-windows transparent as barWhere manners ne'er were preach’d. Outof my sight!— ricadoes, and the clear stories towards the south-north Be not offended, dear Cesario.-

are as lustrous as ebony; and yet complainest thou of Rudesby, be gone !—I pr’ythee, gentle friend, obstruction ?

[Exeunt Sir Toby, Sir Andrew, and Fabian. Mal. I am not mad, sir Topas. I say to you, this Let thy fair wisdom, not thy passion, sway

house is dark. In this uncivil, and unjust extent

Clo. Madman, thou errest: I say there is no darkness but ignorance, in which thou art more puzzled paper: I tell thee, I am as well in my wits, as any man than the Egyptians in their fog.

in Illyria. Mal. I say, this house is as dark as ignorance, though Clo. Well-a-day, that you were, sir ! ignorance were as dark as hell; and I say, there was Mal. By this hand, I am. Good fool, some ink, never man thus abused. I am no more mad than paper, and light, and convey what I will set down to you are: make the trial of it in any constant ques- my lady: it shall advantage thee more than ever the tion.

bearing of letter did. Clo. What is the opinion of Pythagoras concerning Clo. I will help you to't. But tell me true, are you wild-fowl ?

not mad indeed ? or do you but counterfeit? Mal. That the soul of our grandam might haply in- Mal. Believe me, I am not: I tell thee true. habit a bird.

Clo. Nay, I'll ne'er believe a madman, till I see his Clo. What thinkest thou of his opinion?

brains. I will fetch you light, and paper, and ink. Mal. I think nobly of the soul, and no way approve Mal. Fool, I'll requite it in the highest degree: I his opinion.

pr'ythee, be gone. Clo. Fare thee well : remain thou still in darkness. Clo. (Singing.] I am gone, sir, Thou shalt hold the opinion of Pythagoras, ere I will

And anon, sir, allow of thy wits, and fear to kill a woodcock, lest

I'll be with you again, thou dispossess the soul of thy grandam. Fare thee

With a trice, well. [ Closing the door.

Like the old vice, Mal. Sir Topas ! sir Topas !

Your need to sustain ; Sir To. My most exquisite sir Topas.

Who with dagger of lath, Clo. Nay, I am for all waters.

In his rage and his wrath, Mar. Thou might'st have done this without thy

Cries, Ah, ha! to the devil: beard, and gown: he sees thee not.

Like a mad lad, Sir To. To him in thine own voice, and bring me

Pare thy nails, dad, word how thou findest him: I would, we were all well

Adieu, goodman drivel. [Exit. rid of this knavery. If he may be conveniently delivered, I would he were ; for I am now so far in offence

SCENE III.-Olivia's Garden. with my niece, that I cannot pursue with any safety

Enter SEBASTIAN. this sport to the upshot. Come by and by to my cham- Seb. This is the air; that is the glorious sun; ber.

[Exeunt Sir Toby and Maria. This pearl she gave me, I do feel't, and see't; Clo. “Hey Robin, jolly Robin,

And though 'tis wonder that enwraps me thus, Tell me how thy lady does.” [Singing. Yet 'tis not madness. Where's Antonio then? Mal. Fool!

I could not find him at the Elephant; Clo. “My lady is unkind, perdy."

Yet there he was, and there I found this credit, Mal. Fool!

That he did range the town to seek me out. Clo.Alas, why is she so ?”

His counsel now might do me golden service: Mal. Fool, I say.

For though my soul disputes well with my sense, Clo. “She loves another "-Who calls, ha?

That this may be some error, but no madness,

[Opening the door. Yet doth this accident and flood of fortune Mal. Good fool, as ever thou wilt deserve well at So far exceed all instance, all discourse, my hand, help me to a candle, and pen, ink, and paper. That I am ready to distrust mine eyes, As I am a gentleman, I will live to be thankful to thee And wrangle with my reason, that persuades me for't.

To any other trust but that I am mad; Clo. Master Malvolio!

Or else the lady's mad: yet, if 'twere so, Mal. Ay, good fool.

She could not sway her house, command her followers, Clo. Alas, sir, how fell you besides your five wits ? Take, and give back, and thus despatch affairs,

Mal. Fool, there was never man so notoriously With such a smooth, discreet, and stable bearing, abused: I am as well in my wits, fool, as thou art. As, I perceive, she does. There's something in't,

Clo. But as well? then you are mad, indeed, if you That is deceivable. But here the lady comes. be no better in your wits than a fool.

Enter Olivia and a Priest. Mal. They have here propertied me; keep me in Oli. Blame not this haste of mine. If you mean well, darkness, send ministers to me, asses! and do all they Now go with me, and with this holy man, can to face me out of my wits.

Into the chantry by; there, before him, Clo. Advise you what you say: the minister is here. And underneath that consecrated roof, [Speaking as sir Topas.]-Malvolio, Malvolio, thy wits Plight me the full assurance of your faith; the heavens restore ! endeavour thyself to sleep, and That my most jealous and too doubtful soul leave thy vain bibble babble.

May live at peace: he shall conceal it,
Mal. Sir Topas,

Whiles you are willing it shall come to note,
Clo. Maintain no words with him, good fellow.- What time we will our celebration keep
Who, I, sir? not I, sir. God b' wi' you, good sir According to my birth.—What do you say?
Topas.- Marry, amen.-I will, sir, I will.

Seb. I'll follow this good man, and go


you, Mal. Fool, fool, fool, I say.

And, having sworn truth, ever will be true. Clo. Alas, sir, be patient. What say you, sir? I am Oli. Then lead the way, good father; and heavens shent for speaking to you.

so shine, Mal. Good fool, help me to some light, and some That they may fairly note this act of mine! (Exeunt.

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