A most extracting frenzy of mine own
From my remembrance clearly banish'd his. —
How does he, firrah ?

Clo. Truly, madam, he holds Belzebub at the stave's end, as well as a man in his cafe may do: h’as here writ a letter to you, I should have given't you to-day morning; but as a madman's epiftles are no gofpels, fo it skills not much when they are deliver'd.

OLI. Open't, and read it.

Clo. Look then to be well edify'd, 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, madona; but to read his right wits, is to read thus: therefore perpend, my princefs, and give

ear.

OLI. Read it you, firrah. [to Fabian. FAB. [reads.] By the Lord, madam, you wrong me, and the world fhall 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 ladyfhip. 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 us'd Malvolio.

Duk. This favours not much of distraction.

OLI. See him deliver'd, Fabian; bring him hither.
[Exit FABIAN,
My lord, fo please you, these things further thought on,
To think me as well a fifter as a wife,

One day shall crown the alliance on't, fo please you,
Here at my house, and at my proper coft.

offer..

Duk. Madam, I am most apt to embrace your
Your mafter quits you: [to Vio.] and, for your fervice
So much against the mettle of your fex,

[done him,
So far beneath your foft and tender breeding,
And fince you call'd me mafter for fo long,
Here is my hand; you fhall from this time be
Your mafter's mistress.

F

OLI. A fifter? you are she.

Re-enter FABIAN, with MALVOLIO.

Duk. Is this the madman?

OLI. Ay, my lord, this fame.

How now, Malvolio?

MAL. Madam, you have done me wrong,

Notorious wrong.

OLI. Have I, Malvolio? no.

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;
Or fay, 'tis not your feal, not your invention :
You can fay none of this: Well, grant it then,
And tell me, in the modesty of honour,

Why you have given me fuch clear lights of favour;
Bad me come fmiling, and cross-garter'd, to you,
To put on yellow ftockings, and to frown
Upon fir Toby, and the lighter people:

And, acting this in an obedient hope,
Why have you fuffer'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 play'd on? tell me why?
OLI. Alas, Malvolio, this is not my writing,
Though, I confefs, much like the character:
But, out of queftion, 'tis Maria's hand.
And, now I do bethink me, it was she

First told me, thou waft mad; then cam'st in smiling,
And in fuch forms which here were prefuppos'd
Upon thee in the letter. Pr'ythee, be content:
This practice hath moft fhrewdly paft 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;

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 fhall not,
Moft freely I confefs, myself, and Toby,
Set this device against Malvolio here,
Upon fome stubborn and uncourteous parts
We had conceiv'd against him : Maria writ
The letter, at fir Toby's great importance;
In recompence whereof, he hath marry'd her.
How with a sportful malice it was follow'd
May rather pluck on laughter than revenge;
If that the injuries be juftly weigh'd,

That have on both fides past.

OLI. Alas, poor fool, how have they baff'd thee! Clo. Why, fome are born great, fome atchieve great

nefs, and fome have greatness thrown upon them. I was one, fir, in this interlude, one fir Topas, fir; but that's all one: By the Lord, fool, I am not mad :—But do you remember, madam, Why laugh you at fuch a barren rafcal? an you fmile not, he's gag'd: And thus the whirligig of time brings in his revenges.

MAL. I'll be reveng'd on the whole pack of you.
[Exit MALVOLIO.

OLI. He hath been most notoriously abus'd.
Duk. Pursue him, and intreat him to a peace:.
He hath not told us of the captain yet;
When that is known, and golden time convents,
A folemn combination fhall be made

Of our dear fouls:-Mean time, sweet fifter,
We will not part from hence. - Cesario, come;
For fo you fhall be, while you are a man;
But, when in other habits you are seen,
Orfino's miftrefs, and his fancy's queen.

SONG.

Clo. When that I was and 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.

2.

But when I came to man's eftate,

with hey, ho, &c.

[Exeunt.

'gainft knaves, and thieves, men shut their gate, for the rain, &c.

A great

while ago

5.

the world begun,

with hey, ho, &c.

but that's all one, our play is done,

and we'll ftrive to please you every day.