Oli. Read it you, Sirrah. [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 Uncle rule over me, yet bave I the benefit of my fenfes as well as your Ladyship. I have your own Letter, that induced me to the femblance I put on with the which I doubt not, but to do myself much right, or you much fame: think of me, as you pleafe: I leave my duty a little unthought of, and fpeak out of my injury. The madly us'd Malvolio. Oli. Did he write this? Clo. Ay, Madam. Duke. This favours not much of distraction. Oli. See him deliver'd, Fabian; bring him hither. My Lord, so please you, these things further thought on, To think me as well a fifter, as a wife; One day fhall crown th' alliance on't, fo please you, coft. Duke. Madam, I am moft apt t'embrace your offer. Your mafter quits you; and for your fervice done him, So much against the metal of your fex, [To Viola. 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 master's mistress. Oli. Ay, my Lord, this fame: how now, Malvolio? wrong. Oli. Have I, Malvolio? no. Mal. Lady, you have; pray you, perufe that Letter, You must not now deny it is your hand. Write from it if you can, in hand or phrase; Why you have given me fuch clear lights of favour, Bad Bad me come fmiling, and crofs-garter'd to you, First told me, thou waft mad; then cam'ft thou fmiling, Fab. Good Madam, hear me fpeak; And let no quarrel, nor no brawl to come, Oli. Alas, poor fool! how have they baffled thee? Clo. Why, fome are born great, Some atchieve greatnefs, and fome have greatness thrust 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 H 4 you at fuch a barren rafcal? an you fmile not, he's gagg'd: and thus the whirl-gigg of time brings in his revenges. Mal. I'll be reveng'd on the whole pack of you. [Exit. Oli. He hath been most notoriously abus'd. Duke. Pursue him, and intreat him to a peace : Of our dear fouls. Mean time, fweet fifter, Cefario, come; (For fo you fhall be, while you are a man ;) But when in other habits you are seen, Orfino's mistress, and his fancy's Queen. Clown fings. When that I was 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 eftate, With hey, ho, &c. [Exeunt. 'Gainft knaves and thieves men shut their gate, For the rain, &c. A great while ago the world begun, But that's all one, ou» play is done; [Exit. THE |