Duke. O, thou dissembling cub! what wilt thou be, Oli. O, do not swear; Hold little faith, though thou hast too much fear. Enter SIR ANDREW AGUE-CHEEK, with his head broke. Sir And. For the love of God, a surgeon; send one presently to Sir Toby. Oli. What's the matter? Sir And. He 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 pounds 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; But I bespake you fair, and hurt you not. Sir And. If a bloody coxcomb be a hurt, you have hurt me; I think, you set nothing by a bloody coxcomb. Enter SIR TOBY BELCH, drunk, led by the CLOWN. 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. Duke. How now, gentleman? how is't with you? Sir To. That's all one; he 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. After a passy-measure, or a 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 dress'd 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 looked to. [Exeunt CLOWN, 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, * Skin. † Otherways. Serious dances. I must have done no less, with wit and safety. Duke. One face, one voice, one habit, and two persons ; Seb. Antonio, O my dear Antonio ! How have the hours rack'd and tortured me, Since I have lost thee. 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. Oli. Most wonderful. Which is Sebastian? Seb. Do I stand there? I never had a brother: Nor can there be that deity in my nature, Of here and everywhere. I had a sister, Whom the blind waves and surges have devoured :- What countryman? what name? what parentage? Seb. A spirit I am, indeed; But am in that dimension grossly clad, ! TO VIOLA, 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. But this my masculine usurp'd attire, Do not embrace me, till each circumstance I'll bring you to a captain in this town, Where lie my maiden weeds; by whose gentle help *Out of charity tell me. [TO OLIVIA. + Hinders. But nature to her bias drew in that, You would have been contracted to a maid; Vio. And all those sayings will I overswear; 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. [TO VIOLA. 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 From my remembrance clearly banish'd his.- Clo. Truly, Madam, he holds Belzebub at the stave's end, ac well as a man in his case may do; he has here writ a letter to you, I should have given it to you to-day morning; but as a madman's epistles are no gospels, so it skills not much, when they are delivered. Oli. Open it, and read it. Cio. 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 vor.* 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,f 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. * Voice. The madly-used MALVOLIO. † Attend. Oli. Did he write this? Clo. Ay, Madam. Duke. This savours not much of distraction. Oli. See him delivered, 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, 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, So far beneath your soft and tender breeding, And since you call'd me master for so long, Here is my hand; you shall from this time be Oli. A sister?-you are she. Re-enter FABIAN with MALVOLIO. Duke. Is this the madman ? Oli. Ay, my lord, this same : 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 say, 'tis not your seal, nor your invention: Why you have given me such clear lights of favour; Oli. Alas, Malvolio, this is not my writing, 1 First told me thou wast mad; then cam❜st in smiling, * Frame and constitution. + Inferior. + Fool. Thou shalt be both the plaintiff and the judge Fab. Good Madam, hear me speak; And let no quarrel, nor no brawl to come, Which I have wonder'd at. In hope it shall not, That have on both sides pass'd. . Oli. Alas, poor fool, how have they baffledt thee! [Exit. Clo. Why, some are born great, some achieve greatness, and some have greatness thrown 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 you at such a barren rascal? an you smile not, he's gagg'd: And thus the whirligig of time brings in his revenges. Mal. I'll be revenged on the whole pack of you. Oli. He hath been most notoriously abused. 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 solemn combination shall be made Of our dear souls-Meantime, sweet sister, We will not part from hence.-Cesario, come; For so you shall be, while you are a man; But, when in other habits you are seen, Orsino's mistress, and his fancy's queen. Clo. SONG. When that I was and 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 estate, 'Gainst knave and thief men shut their gate But when I came, alas! to wive, * Importunacy. + Cheated. Shall serve. [Exeunt. |