Ant. Sebastian are you? Seb. Fear'st thou that, Antonio ? 230 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 every where. I had a sister, Whom the blind waves and surges have devour'd :Of charity, what kin are you to me? [TO VIOLA. What countryman? what name? what parentage › So went he suited to his wat'ry tomb : Seb. A spirit I am, indeed; But am in that dimension grosly clad, 250 Vio. And dy'd 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. Vio. If nothing lets to make us happy both, But this my masculine usurp'd attire, Do not embrace me, till each circumstance Of place, time, fortune, do cohere, and jump, I'll bring you to a captain in this town 260 Where lie my maid's weeds; by whose gentle help Hath been between this lady, and this lord, 279 But nature to her bias drew in that. I shall have share in this most happy wreck : Boy, thou hast said to me a thousand times, [To V10. Vio. And all those sayings, will I over-swear; · Duke. Give me thy hand; And let me see thee in thy woman's weeds. 280 Vio. The captain, that did bring me first on shore, Hath my maid's garments: he, upon some action, Is how in durance; at Malvolio's suit, A gentleman, and follower of my lady's. 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 290 Clo. Truly, madam, he holds Belzebub at the stave's end, as well as a man in his case may do: h'as here writ a letter to you, I should have given't you to-day morning; but as a madman's epistles are no gospels, so it skills not much, when they are deliver'd. Oli. Open't, and read it. 300 Clo. Look then to be well edify'd, when the fool delivers the madınan.-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 vox. 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, my princess, and give ear. Oli. Read it you, sirrah. 310 [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 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. The madly-us'd MALVOLIO. 320 Oli. Did he write this? Clo. Ay, madam. Duke. This savours not much of distraction. Oli. See him deliver'd, Fabian; bring him hither. 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; and, for your service done him, 130 So much against the metal of your sex, [To VIOLA. And since you call'd me master for so long, 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 Mal. Madam, you have done me wrong, notorious wrong. Oli. Have I, Malvolio? no. 140 Mal. Lady, you have. Pray you, peruse that letter: You must not now deny it is your hand, Why you have given me such clear lights of fa vour; Bade me come smiling, and cross- Oli. Alas, Malvolio, this is not my writing, 350 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: Bat, when we know the grounds and authors of it, Thou |