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You throw a strange regard upon me, and by that
I do perceive it hath offended you ;
Pardon me, sweet one, even for the vows
We made each other but so late ago.
Duke. One face, one voice, one habit, and two

persons ;
A natural perspective, that is, and is not !

Seb. Antonio, O my dear Antonio !
How have the hours rack'd and tortured me,
Since I have lost thee!

Ant. Sebastian are you?

Fear'st thou that, Antonio ?
Ant. How have you made division of yourself?-
An apple, cleft in two, is not more twin
Than these two creatures. Which is Sebastian ?

Oli. Most wonderful !

Seb. Do I stand there? I never had a brother : Nor can there be that deity in my nature, Of here and everywhere. I had a sister, Whom the blind waves and surges have de

vour'd :[To Viola.] Of charity, what kin are you to me? What countryman? what name? what parentage ?

Vio. Of Messaline : Sebastian was my father ; Such a Sebastian was my brother too : So went he suited to his watery tomb : If spirits can assume both form and suit You come to fright us. Scb.

A spirit I am, indeed :
But am in that dimension grossly clad,
Which from the womb I did participate.
Were you a woman, as the rest goes even,
I should my tears let fall upon your cheek,
And say—Thrice welcome, drowned Viola !

Vio. My father had a mole upon his brow,-
Seb. And so had mine.

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Vio. And died that day when Viola from her

birth Had number'd thirteen years. Seb. O, that record is lively in


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, That I am Viola : which to confirm, I'll bring you to a captain in this town, Where lie my maiden weeds; by whose gentle

help I was preserved, to serve this noble count: All the occurrence of my fortune since Hath been between this lady and this lord. Seb. [to Olivia.] So comes it, lady, you have

been mistook : But nature to her bias drew in that. You would have been contracted to a maid; Nor are you therein, by my life, deceived, You are bethroth'd both to a maid and man. Duke. Be not amazed; right noble is his

blood. If this be so, as yet the glass seems true, I shall have share in this most happy wreck: [To Viola.] Boy, thou hast said to me a thousand

times, Thou never shouldst love woman like to me.

Vio. And all those sayings will I over-swear; And all those swearings keep as true in soul, As doth that orbed continent the fire That severs day from night. Duke.

Give me thy hand; And let me see thee in thy woman's weeds.



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

hither :
And yet, alas, now I remember me,
They say, poor gentleman, he's much distract.

Re-enter Clown, with a letter; and FABIAN.
A most extracting frenzy of mine own
From my remembrance clearly banish'd his.-
How does he, sirrah?

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 delivered.

Oli. Open it, and read it.

Clo. Look then to be well edified, when the fool delivers the madman: [reads.] By the rd, 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. [to Fabian.] Read it



Fub. [reads.] By the Lord, madam, you wrong me, and the world shall know it: though you have put mo into darkness, and given your drunken cousin rule over me, 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.


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

[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 drown 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. [To Viola. ] Your master quits you, 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 callid me master for so long,
Here is my hand; you shall from this time be
Your master's mistress.

A sister ?—you are she.

Re-enter FABIAN, with MALVOLIO.

Duke. Is this the madman ?

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; 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; thou cam’st in

smiling, And in such forms which here were presupposed 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 Most freely I confess, myself, and Toby Set this device against Malvolio here,

shall not,

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