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Of here and every where. I had a Sifter,
Whom the blind Waves and Surges have devour'd:
Of Charity, what kin are to you to me?

[To Viola
What Countryman? what Name? what Parentage?
Vio. Of Meffaline; Sebaftian was my Father,
Such a Sebaftian was my Brother too:
So went he fuited to his watery Tomb.
If Spirits can affume both Form and Suit,
You come to fright us.

Seb. A Spirit I am indeed,

But am in that Dimenfion grofly clad,
Which from the Womb I did participate.
Were you a Woman, as the reft go even,
I should my Tears let fall upon your Cheek,
And fay, thrice welcome drowned Viola.

Vio. My Father had a Moal upon his Brow.
Seb. And fo had mine.

Vio. And dy'd that day when Viola from her Birth
Had numbred thirteen Years.

Seb. O that Record is lively in

my Soul, He finished indeed his mortal A&

That day that made my Sifter thirteen Years.
Vio. If nothing letts to make us happy both,
But this my Masculine ufurp'd Attire;
Do not Embrace me, 'till each Circumftance
Of Place, Time, Fortune, do cohere and jump
That I am Viola; which to confirm,

I'll bring you a Captain in this Town

Where lye my Maiden Weeds; by whofe gentle help
I was preferv'd to ferve this Noble Duke.

All the Occurrence of my Fortune fince

Hath been between this Lady, and this Lord.

Seb. So comes it, Lady, you have been miftook: [To Oli. But Nature to her Bias drew in that.

You would have been contracted to a Maid,
Nor are you therein, by my Life, deceiv'd,
You are betroth'd both to a Maid and Man.
Duke. Be not amaz'd, right Noble is his Blood:
If this be fo, as yet the Glafs feems true,
I fhall have fhare in this moft happy Wreck.
Boy, thou haft faid to me a thousand times,

[To Viola.

Thou

Thou never should'st love Woman like to me.
Vio. And all thofe fayings will I over-fwear,
And all those fwearings keep as true in Soul,
As doth that orbed Continent, the Fire,
That fevers Day from Night.

Duke. Give me thy Hand,

And let me fee thee in thy Woman's Weeds.

Vio. The Captain that did bring me firft on Shore,
Hath my Maids Garments: He upon fome Action
Is now in Durance, at Malvolio's Suit,

A Gentleman and Follower of my Lady's.

Oli. He fhall enlarge him: Fetch Malvolio hither. And yet alas, now I remember me,

They fay, poor Gentleman, he's much distract.

Enter the Clown with a Letter, and Fabian.
A most exacting Frenzy of mine own,

From my remembrance clearly banish'd his.
How does he, Sirrah?

Clo. Truly, Madam, he holds Belzebub at the Staves end as well as a Man in his Cafe may do: H'as here writ a Letter to you, I should have given't you to day Morning. But as a mad Man's Epiftles are no Gospels, fo it skills not much when they are deliver❜d.

Oli. Open't and read it.

Clo. Look then to be well edify'd, when the Fool delivers the Mad-man- By the Lord, Madam. Oli. How now, art thou mad?

[Reads.

Clo. No, Madam, I do but read Madness: And your Ladyship will have it as it ought to be, you must allow

Vox.

Oli. Prethee read it i'thy right Wits.

Clo. So I do, Madona; 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 Darknefs, and given your drunken Cousin Rule over me, yet have I benefit of my Senfes as well as your Lady fhip. I have your own Letter, that induced me to the Semblance I put on; with the which I doubt not, but to do my self much Right, or you

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much Shame: Think of me as you please; I leave my Du little unthought of, and speak out of my Injury.

Oli. Did he write this?

Clo. Ay, Madam.

The madly us'd Malvol

Duke. This favours 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 Sifter, as a Wife,

One day fhall crown th'Alliance on't, so please you;
Here at my House, and at my proper Coft.

Duke. Madam, I am moft apt t'embrace your offer. Your Mafter quits you; and for your Service done him, So much against the Metal of your Sex,

So far beneath your foft and tender breeding,
And fince you call'd me Mafter, for fo long:
Here is my Hand, you fhall from this time be

Your Mafter's Mistress.

Oli. A Sifter, you are fhe.

Enter Malvolio.

Duke. Is this the mad Man?

[To Viol

Oli. Ay, my Lord, this fame: how now Malvolio? Mal. Madam, you have done me wrong, Notorious wrong.

Oli. Have I, Malvolio? No.

Mal. Lady you have, pray you perufe that Letter.
You must not now deny it is your Hand,
Write from it if you can, in Hand or Phrase,
Or fay 'tis not your Seal, nor your Invention;
You can fay none of this. Well, grant it then,
And tell me in the modefty of Honour,.
Why you have given me fuch clear lights of Favour,
Bad me come fmiling, 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 fuffer'd me to be imprifon'd,
Kept in a dark House, vifited by the Priest,
And made the most notorious Geck or Gull
That e'er Invention plaid on? Tell me why?

Oli. Alas, Malvolie, this is not my Writing,
Tho', I confefs, much like the Character:
But, out of question, 'tis Maria's Hand.
And now I do bethink me, it was the

Firft told me thou waft mad; then cam'ft in fmiling,
And in fuch Forms, which here were prefuppos'd
Upon thee in the Letter: Prethee be content,
This practice hath moft fhrewdly paft 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 fpeak,

And let no Quarrel, nor no Brawl to come,
Taint the Condition of this prefent Hour,
Which I have wondred at. In hope it shall not,
Most freely I confefs my felf 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 married her.
How with a sportful Malice it was follow'd,
May rather pluck on Laughter than Revenge,
If that the Injuries be juftly weigh'd,
That have on both fides past. 5

Oli. Alas, poor Fool! how have they baffled thee? Clo. Why fome are born Great, fome atchieve Greatness, and fome have Greatnefs 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 fuch a barren Rafcal? And you fmile not he's gagg'd: And thus the Whirl-gigg of Time brings in his Revenges.

Mal. I'll be reveng'd on the whole pack of you. [Exit.
Oli. He hath been moft notoriously abus'd.

Duke. Purfue 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 folemn Combination fhall be made

Of our dear Souls. Mean time, fweet Sifter,

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We will not part from hence. Cefario come,
(For fo you shall be, while you are a Man;)
But when in other Habits you are seen,
Orfino's Mistress, and his Fancy's Queen.

Clown fings.

When that I was and a little tine 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 Eftate,

With hey, ho, &c.

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Gainft Knaves and Thieves Men shut their Gate,

For the Rain, &c.

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A great

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the World begun,

With hey, ho, &c.

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

And we'll frive to please you every day.

[Exit.

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