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. Which is Sebastian? Seb. Do I stand there? I never had a brother: So went he suited to his watery tomb: Seb. Vio. And died that day when Viola from her birth Had number'd thirteen years. Seb. O, that record is lively in my soul ! He finished, indeed, his mortal act, That day that made my sister thirteen years. 5 Of charity,] i. e. out of charity, tell me, &c. I'll bring you to a captain in this town, Where lie my maiden weeds; by whose gentle help Hath been between this lady, and this lord. Seb. So comes it, lady, you have been mistook : But nature to her bias drew in that. [TO VIOLA. Thou never should'st love woman like to me. Duke. Give me thy hand; And let me see thee in thy woman's weeds. 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. Oli. 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 Belzebub 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 you to-day morning; but as a madman's epistles are no gospels, so it skills not much, when they are delivered. it 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.7 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. [TO FABIAN. Oli. Read it you, sirrah. 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. 1 leave my duty a little unthought of, and speak out of my injury. The madly-used Malvolio. 6 A most extracting frenzy —] i. e. a frenzy that drew me away from every thing but its own object. 7 you must allow vox.] i. e. my tone or voice. Oli. Did he write this? Clo. Ay, madam. Duke. This savours not much of distraction. Oli. See him deliver'd, 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 mettle of your sex, Oli. A sister?-you are she. Re-enter FABIAN, with MALVOLIO. Duke. Is this the madman? Have I, Malvolio? no. Mal. Lady, you have. Pray you, peruse that letter: You must not now deny it is your hand, say, 'tis not your seal, nor your invention : To put on yellow stockings, and to frown 8 Oli. Alas, Malvolio, this is not my writing, First told me, thou wast mad; then cam'st in smiling, And in such forms which here were presuppos'd Upon thee in the letter. Pr'ythee, be content: This practice hath most shrewdly pass'd 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, Oli. Alas, poor fool! how have they baffled thee! geck,] A fool. 8 9 at sir Toby's great importance ;] importunacy, |