Oli. Hast thou forgot thyself? is it so long? Call forth the holy father. Come, away! [Exit an Attendant. [To Viola. Oli. Whither, my lord? - Cesario, husband, stay. Duke. Husband! Oli. Ay, husband: can he that deny? Duke. Her husband, sirrah! No, my lord, not I. Oli. Alas, it is the baseness of thy fear That makes thee strangle thy propriety: Fear not, Cesario; take thy fortunes up; Be that thou know'st thou art, and then thou art As great as that thou fear'st. Re-enter Attendant, with Priest. O, welcome, father! Father, I charge thee, by thy reverence, Seal'd in my function, by my testimony: Since when, my watch hath told me, toward my grave Duke. O thou dissembling cub! what wilt thou be Vio. My lord, I do protest, Hold little faith, though thou hast too much fear. Enter Sir ANDREW AGUECHEEK, with his head broken. Sir And. For the love of God, a surgeon! send one presently to Sir Toby. Oli. What's the matter? Sir And. Has broke my head across, and has given Sir Toby a bloody coxcomb too: for the love of God, your help! I had rather than forty pound I were at home. Oli. Who has done this, Sir Andrew? Sir And. The count's gentleman, one Cesario: we took him for a coward, but he's the very devil incardinate. Duke. My gentleman, Cesario? Sir And. 'Od's lifelings, here he is! - You broke my head for nothing; and that that I did, I was set on to do 't by Sir Toby. Vio. Why do you speak to me? I never hurt you: You drew your sword upon me without cause; Sir And. If a bloody coxcomb be a hurt, you have hurt me: I think you set nothing by a bloody coxcomb. Here comes Sir Toby halting, - you shall hear more: but if he had not been in drink, he would have tickled you othergates than he did. Enter Sir TOBY BELCH, led by the Clown. Duke. How now, gentleman! how is 't with you? Sir To. That's all one: has hurt me, and there's the end on 't. Sot, didst 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 and a passy-measures 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 look'd to. [Exeunt Clown, Fabian, Sir Toby, and Sir Andrew. Enter SEBASTIAN. Seb. I am sorry, madam, I have hurt your kinsman; But, had it been the brother of my blood, I must have done no less with wit and safety. You throw a strange regard upon me, and by that I do perceive it hath offended you: Pardon me, sweet one, even for the vows We made each other but so late ago. Duke. One face, one voice, one habit, and two persons, A natural pérspective, that is and is not! Seb. Antonio, O my dear Antonio! How have the hours rack'd and tortur'd me, Since I have lost thee! Ant. Sebastian are you? 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? Oli. Most wonderful! Seb. Do I stand there? I never had a brother; Nor can there be that deity in my nature, Whom the blind waves and surges have devour'd.- What countryman? what name? what parentage? Such a Sebastian was my brother too, So went he suited to his watery tomb : If spirits can assume both form and suit You come to fright us. Seb. A spirit I am indeed; But am in that dimension grossly clad, Vio. My father had a mole upon his brow,-- [To Viola. Vio. And died that day when Viola from her birth Seb. O, that record is lively in my soul! Vio. If nothing lets to make us happy both But nature to her bias drew in that. You would have been contracted to a maid; [To Olivia. Duke. Be not amaz'd; right noble is his blood.- Vio. And all those sayings will I over-swear; That severs day from night. 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. 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, and FABIAN. A most extracting (41) 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: has here writ a letter to you; I should have given 't you to-day morning, but as a madman's epistles are no gospels, so it skills not much when they are delivered. Oli. Open 't, and read it. Clo. Look, then, to be well edified when the fool delivers the madman. [Reads.] "By the Lord, madam," Oli. How now! art thou mad? Clo. No, madam, I do but read madness: an your lady ship will have it as it ought to be, you must allow vox. Oli. Prithee, 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 deliver'd, Fabian; bring him hither. [Exit Fabian. My lord, so please you, these things further thought on, One day shall crown the alliance on 't, so please you, |