Oli. Did he write this?
Clo. Ay, madam.
Duke. This savours not much of distraction.
Oli. See him deliver'd, Fabian ; bring him hither.

Èxit FABIAN. My lord, so please you, these things fürther 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,
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
Your master's mistress.
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 :
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 ;
Bade me come smiling, and cross-garter'd to you,

ABIA

ALVOLIO.

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 invention play'd on tell me why.

Oli. Alas, Malvolio, this is not my writing,
Though, I confess, much like the character:
But, out of question, 'tis Maria's hand.
And now I do bethink me, it was she
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, Taint the condition of this present hour, Which I have wonder'd at. In hope it shall not, Most freely I confess, myself, and 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 recompense 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 sides past. Oli. Alas, poor fool ! how have they baffled

thee !

1 TUICO

:

geck,] A fool.
at sir Toby's great importance ;) importunacy.

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.

Éxit. 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,
We will not part from hence.-Cesario, coine;
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. [Exeunt.

SONG.
Cló. When that I was and 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 estate,

With hey, ho, the wind and the rain,
'Gainst knave and thief men shut their gate,

For the rain it raineth every day.

But when I came, alas ! to wive,

With hey, ho, the wind and the rain,
By swaggering could I never thrive,

For the rain it rainćth every day.

But when I came unto my bed,

With hey, ho, 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.

This play is in the graver part elegant and easy, and in some of the lighter scenes exquisitely humorous. Ague-cheek is drawn with great propriety, but his character is, in a great measure, that of natural fatuity, and is therefore not the proper prey of a satirist. The soliloquy of Malvolio is truly comic; he is betrayed to ridicule merely by his pride. The marriage of Olivia, and the succeeding perplexity, though well enough contrived to divert on the stage, wants credibility, and fails to produce the proper instruction required in the drama, as it exhibits no just picture of life. Johnson.