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Seb. Do I stand there? I never had a brother :
Vio. Of Messaline : Sebastian was my father.;
A spirit I am, indeed,
Vio. My father had a mole upon his brow.
Vio. And died that day when Viola from her birth Had number'd thirteen years.
Seb. O, that record is lively in my soul !
Vio. If nothing lets to make us happy both,
Where lie my maiden weeds ; by whose gentle help
Seb. So comes it, lady, you have been mistook :
But nature to her bias drew in that.
Duke. Be not amaz'd; right noble is his blood.
[To Viola. Thou never should'st love woman like to me.
Vio. And all those sayings will I over-swear ;
Give me thy hand;
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 hi
ther :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 it to you today 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.
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 vor.
Oli. Pr'ythe, 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, und given your drunken cousin rule over me, yet 1.ade 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. Thing
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. 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,
A sister ?-you are she.
Ay, my lord, this same :
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 hånd, 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, 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 gecko, 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,