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. After a passy-measure, 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 looked to. [Exeunt CLOWN, Sir To., and Sir AND. Enter SEBASTIAN. Seb. I am sorry, madam, I have hurt your kinsman; I must have done no less, with wit and safety. By that I do perceive it hath offended you; We made each other but so late ago. Duke. One face, one voice, one habit, and two persons; A natural perspective, that is, and is not. Seb. Antonio, O my dear Antonio! 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. Oli. Most wonderful! Which is Sebastian? 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 Whom the blind waves and surges have devoured:- [TO VIOLA. What countryman? what name? what parentage? Vio. Of Messaline: Sebastian was my father; Such a Sebastian was my brother too; Seb. A spirit I am indeed: But am in that dimension grossly clad, Vio. And died that day when Viola from her birth Seb. O, that record is lively in my soul! That day that made my sister thirteen years. Do not embrace me till each circumstance I'll bring you to a captain in this town, Where lie my maiden weeds; by whose gentle help All the occurrence of my fortune since Seb. So comes it, lady, you have been mistook: [TO OLIVIA. But nature to her bias drew in that. Duke. Give me thy hand; And let me see thee in thy woman's weeds. [TO VIOLA. Vio. 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 hither:— And yet, alas, now I remember me, 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 Beelzebub 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;-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. Read it you, sirrah. [TO FABIAN. 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. Oli. Did he write this? Clo. Ay, madam. The madly used MALVOLIO. Duke. This savours not much of distraction. Oli. See him delivered, Fabian; bring him hither. [Exit FABIAN. My lord, so please you, these things further thought on, To think me as well a sister as a wife, One day shall crown the alliance on't, so please you, Here at my house, and at my proper cost. Duke. Madam, I am most apt to embrace your offer.— Your master quits you; [to VIOLA] and, for your service done him, So much against the metal of your sex, So far beneath your soft and tender breeding, Here is my hand; you shall from this time be Your master's mistress. A sister?-you are she. Mal. Lady, you have. Pray you, peruse that letter: You must not now deny it is your hand, Write from it, if you can, in hand or phrase; Oli. Alas, Malvolio, this is not my writing, First told me thou wast mad; then cam'st in smiling, Fab. Good madam, hear me speak; And let no quarrel, nor no brawl to come, Taint the condition of this present hour, Which I have wonder'd at. In hope it shall not, In recompense whereof he hath married her. 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 gagged. And thus the whirligig of time brings in his revenges. Mal. I'll be revenged on the whole pack of you. Of our dear souls. -Meantime, sweet sister, Clo. SONG. 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 knave and thief men shut their gate, For the rain it raineth every day. But when I came, alas! to wive, With hey, ho, the wind and the rain, By swaggering could I never thrive, But when I came unto my bed, A great while ago the world began, And we'll strive to please you every day. [Exit. [Exeunt. [Exit. |