WHAT YOU WILL. 83 ང་ན་ད 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. The madly used Malvolio. Oli. Did he write this? Clo. Ay, Madam Duke. This savours not much of distraction. [Exit FABIAN, My Lord, so please you, these things further thought on, To think me as well a sister as a wife, Duke. Madam, I am most apt to embrace your offer. Your master quits, you; [To VIOLA.] and, Re-enter FABIAN, and 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, Malyolio? no. for 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; Why you have given me such clear lights of favour; Oli. Alas, Malvolio, this is not my writing, First told me, thou wast mad; then cam'st in smiling, Fab. Good Madam, hear me speak; And let no quarrel, nor no brawl to come, Which have wonder'd at. In hope it shall not, If that the injuries be justly weigh'd That have on both sides past. Oli. Alas, poor fool! how have they baffled thee? - Clo. Why, some are born great, some atchieve greatness, and some have greatness thrown upon them. I was one, Sir, in this interlude; one Sir Topas, Sir; but that's al 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.' [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 solemn combination shall be made of our dear souls Mean time, sweet sister, SONG. CLO. When that I was and a little tiny boy, With hey, ho, the wind and the rain, A foolish thing was but a toy, But when I came to man's estate, But when I came, alas! to wive, But when I no, the wind and the rain, With toss-pots still had drunken head, For the rain "it raineth every day. A great while ago the world begun, With hey, ho, the wind and the rain, But that's all one, our play is done, And we'll strive to please you every day. [Exit. MEASURE FOR MEASURE. 3:3 PERSONS REPRESENTED. Vincentio, Duke of Vienna. Angelo, Lord Deputy in the Duke's absence. Lucio, a fantastick. Two other like gentlemen. Varrius, a gentleman, servant to the Duke. } Thomas, two friars. Elbow, a simple constable. Froth, a foolish gentleman. Clown, servant to Mrs. Over-done. Barnadine, a dissolute prisoner.. "Isabella, sister to Claudio. Mariana, betrothed to Angelo. Juliet, beloved by Claudio. Mistress Over done, a bawd. Lords, Gentlemen, Guards, Officers, and other Attendants. SCENE, Vienna, |