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morning. But as a mad-man's epistles are no gospels, so it skills not much, when they are deliverd.

Oli. Open't, and read it.

Člo. Look then to be well edify'd, when the fool delivers the mad-man-By the Lord, Madam,- (Reads.

Oli. How now, árt mad?

Clo. No, Madam, I do but read madness : an your Ladyship will have it as it ought to be, you must al, low Vox.

Oli. Pr'ythee, read it, i'chy right wits.

Clo. So 'I do, Madona; but to read his right wits, is to read thus: therefore perpend, ty Princess, and give ear. Oli. Read it you, Sirrah.

[To Fabian. Fab. [Reads. By the Lord, Madam, you wrong me, and the world mall know it : though you have put me inta darkness, and given your drunken Uncle rule over me, yet bave I the benefit of my senses as well as your Ladyship. I bave your own Letter, that induced me to the semblance ! put on; with the which, I doubt not, but to do my self much Right, or you mucb Shame : think of me, as you please : I leave my duty a little unthougħt of, and speak out of my injury,

The madly us'd Malvolig. 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, fo please you, these things further thought on, To think me as well a Sifter, as a Wife; One day shall crown th' alliance on't, fo pleafe you, Here at my House, and at my proper cost.

Duke. Madam, I am most ápt i'embrace your offer. Your Master quits yoù ; and for your service done him, So much against the metal of your Sex, [To Viola, So far beneath your soft and tender Breeding ; (And since you callid me Mafter for so long.) Here is my hand, you shall from this time be Your Master's Mistress. Oli. A Sister,

Enter Malvolio, Duke. Is this the Mad-man? Oli. Ay, my Lord, this fame: how gow, Malvolio?


you are She.


Mal. Madam, you have done me Wrong, notorious
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 say, 'tis not your seal, nor your invention;
You can say none of this. Well

, grant it then ;
And tell me in the modesty of honour,
Why you have given me such clear lights of favour,
Bad me come smiling, and cross-garter'd to you,
To put on yellow Stockings, and to frown
Upon Sir Toby, and the lighter people:
And acting this in an obedient hope,
Why have you suffer'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 invenţion plaid on? tell me, why?

Oli. Alas, Malvolio, this is not my writing,
Tho', I confess, much like the character:
But, out of question, 'tis Maria's hand.
And now I do bethink me, it was the
First told me, thou wast mad; then cam'st thou smiling,
And in such forms which here were presuppos'd
Upon thee in the letter: pr’ythee, be content ;
This practice hath most shrewdly 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 wondred at. In họpe it shall not,
Most freely I confess, my self and Sir Toby
Set this device against Malvolio here,
Upon some stubborn and uncourteous parts
We had conceiv'd against him. Maria writ
The Letter, at Sir Toby's great importance ;
In recompence whereof, he hath married her.
How with a sportful malice it was follow'd,
May rather pluck on Laughter than Revenge ;
If that the Injuries be justly weigh’d,
That have on both ņdes paft.


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Or, &c. Oli. Alasz poor fool! how have they baffled thee?

Clo. Why, some are born Great, some atchieve Greatniefs, and some bave Greatness thrust upon them. I was one, Sir, in this Interlude ; one Şir 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 gagg's : and thus the Whirl-gigg of time brings in his Revenges.

Mah. I'll be reveng'd on the whole Pack of you. [Exit.
Oli. He hath been most notoriously abus'd.

Duke. Pursue him, and entreat him to a peace:
He hath not told us of the Captain yet;
When that is known, and golden time convents,
A folemn Combination shall be made
Of our dear Souls. Mean time, sweet Sister,
We will not part from hence.-Cefario, come;
(For so you shall be, while you are a Man ;)
But when in other habits you are seen,
Orfino's Mistress, and his Fancy's Queen. [Exeunt.

Clown fings.
When that I was an 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 eftate,

With hey, ho, &c.
'Gainst knaves and thieves men shut their gate,

For the rain, &c.
But when I came, alas! to wive,

With hey, ho, &c.
By swaggering could I never thrive,

For the rain, &c.
But when I came unto my beds,

With hey, ho, &c.
With tofs-pots fill bad drunken heads,

For the rain, &c.
A great while ago the world begun,

With hey, ho, &c.
But that's all one, our Play is done ;
And we'll strive to please you every day.

[Exit. The End of the Second Volume.

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