Pr’ythee, be content :
This practice hath most shrewdly passed upon thee;
But, when we know the grounds and authors of it,
Thou shalt be both the plaintiff and the judge
Of thine own cause.

Fab. Good madam, hear me speak:
I do confess, Sir Toby and myself
Set this device against Malvolio here,
Upon some stubborn and uncourteous parts
We had conceived against him : Maria writ
The letter, at Sir Toby's great importance ;
In recompense whereof, he hath married her:
llow with a sportful malice it was followed,
May rather pluck on laughter than revenge ;
If that the injuries be justly weighed,
That have on both sides passed.

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

Clown. Why—'Some are born great, some achieve greatness, and some have greatness thirust upon them.'—I was one, sir, in this interlude ; one Sir Topas, sir :- 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 gagged :'--And thus the whirligig of time bings in his revenges--IIa, ha, ha!

Fab. Ha, ha, ha!
Mal. I'll be revenged on the whole pack of you.

[Exit, R. Oli. He hath beert most notoriously abused. Pursue him, and entreat hini to a peace.

[Ereunt Fabian and two Servants, R. Duke. 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 :- Meantime, sweet sister We will not part from lienee.-Go, oficers; We do discharge you of your prisoner.

Ercunt Officers, R. Antonio, thou hast well deserved our thanks : Thy kind protection of Cesario's person, Although thou kuew'st not then for whom thou fought'st, Merits our favour : hencefortls, be forgotten

All cause of anger: thou hast a noble spirit,
And, as Sebastian's friend, be ever near him.-
Cesario, come;
For so you shall be, while you are a man ;
But, when in other habits you are seen,
Orsino's mistress, and his fancy's queen.

( The 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, the wind and the rain,
'Gainst kuive and thief men shut their gate ;

For the rain it raineth every day.
But when I came, alas ! to wife.

With hey, ho the wind and the rain,
By swaggering could I never thrive ;

For the rain it raineth every day.
But when I came unto my bed,

With hey, ho, the wind and the rain,
With toss-pots still had drunken head,

For the rain it rainth every day.
A great while ago the world begun,

With hey, ho, the wind and the rain,
But that's all one, our play is deep done,

And we'll strive to please you every day.

THE END

MODE

B

B No. LIX.

B R UT US ;

OR,

THE FALL OF TARQUIN.

A Cragedy,

IN FIVE ACTS.

BY JOHN HOWARD PAYNE.

WITH THE STAGE BUSINESS, CAST OF CHARAOTERS

COSTUMES, RELATIVE POSITIONS, BTO.

NEW YORK :
WILLIAM TAYLOR & CO.,

No. 18 ANN-STREET.

Saas Ho na by birth At the early es to try!