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 wondred at. In hope it shall not, 370
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 recompence whereof, he hath marry'd 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.

380

Oli. Alas, poor fool! how have they baffled thee? 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 reveng'd on the whole pack of you.

[Exit.

399

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

When that is known, and golden timé convents,
A solemn combination shall be made

Of our dear souls:-Mean time, 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.

[Exeunt.

Clown sings.

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, &c.

400

'Gainst knaves and thieves, men shut their gate,

With hey, ho, &c.

But that's all one, our play is done,

And we'll strive to please you every day. [Exit.

THE END.

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BY

SAM. JOHNSON & GEO. STEEVENS,

AND

THE VARIOUS COMMENTATORS,

UPON

TWELFTH NIGHT.

WRITTEN BY

WILL. SHAKSPERE.

-SIC ITUR AD ASTRA.

VIRG.

LONDON:

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JOHN BELL, British-Library, STRAND, Bookseller to His Royal Highness the PRINCE of WALES,

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