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Clo. Out, hyperbolical fiend, how vexelt thou this

man ? Talkeft thou of nothing but ladies ?

Sir To. Well said, master Parson.

Mal. Sir Topas, never was man thus wrongd; good Sir Topas, do not think, I am mad; they have laid me here in hideous darkness.

Clo. Fie, thou dishonest fathan ; I call thee by the most modeft terms; for I am one of those gentle ones, that will use the devil himself with curtesie: fay'st thou, that house is dark ?

Mal. As hell, Sir Topas.

Clo. Why, it hath bay-windows transparent as baricadoes, and the clear stones towards the south-north are as lustrous as ebony; and yet complaineft thou of obstruction ?

Mal. I am not mad, Sir Topas; I say to you, this house is dark.

Clo. Madman, thou erreft ; I say, there is no darkness but ignorance ; in which thou art more puzzled than the Egyptians in their fog.

"Mal. I say, this house is as dark as ignorance, though ignorance were as dark as hell; and I say, there was never man thus abus'd ; I am no more mad than you are, make the tryal of it in any constant question.

Clo. What is the opinion of Pythagoras, concerning wild-fowl :

Mal. That the foul of our grandam might happily inhabit a bird.

Cle. What think'st thou of his opinion ?

Mal. I think nobly of the soul, and no way approve his opinion.

Clo. Fare thee well : remain thou still in darkness ; thou shalt hold th' opinion of Pythagoras, ere I will allow of thy wits; and fear to kill a woodcock, left thou difpossess the soul of thy grandam. Fare thee well.

Mal. Sir Topas, Sir Topas !
Sir To. My most exquisite Sir Topas!
Cla. Nay, I am for all waters,

Mar

Mar. Thou might'st have done this without thy beard and gown; he sees thee not.

Sir To. To him in thine own voice, and bring me word how thou find'it him: I would, we were all rid of this knavery. If he may be conveniently deliver'd, I would, he were ; for I am now so far in offence with my neice, that I cannot pursue with any safety this sport to the upshot. Come by and by to my chamber.

[Exit with Maria. Clo. Hey Robin, jolly Robin, tell me how my lady does.

[Singing.
Mal. Fool,
Cl.. My lady is unkind, perdie.
Mal. Fool,
Clo. Alas, why is the fo?
Mal. Fool, I fay;
Clo. She loves another -who calls, ha ?

Mal. Good fool, as ever thou wilt deserve well at my - hand, help me to a candle, and pen, ink, and paper ;

as I am a gentleman, I will live to be thankful to thee fort.

Clo. Mr. Malvolio!
Mal. Ay, good fcol.
Clo. Alas, Sir, how fell you

besides Mal. Fool, there was never man so notoriously abus’d; :I am as well in my wits, fool, as thou art.

Cle. But as well! then thou art mad, indeed, if you be no better in your wits than a fool.

Mal. They have here propertied me; keep me in darkness, fend minifters to me, asses, and do all they can to face me out of my wits.

Clo. Advise you what you fay: the minister is here. Malvolio, Malvolio, thy wits the heav'ns restore: endeavour thy self to sleep, and leave thy vain bibble babble.

Mal. Sir Topas, -
Clo. Maintain no words with him, good fellow.
Who, I, Sir: not I, Şir. God b'w'you, good Sir

Topas
Marry, amen. I will, Sir, I will.
Mal. Fool, fool, fool, I say.

Clos

your five wits?

Clo. Alas, Sir, be patient. What fay you, Sir ? I am fhent for speaking to you.

Mal. Good fool, help me to some light, and some paper ; I tell thee, I am as well in my wits, as any man in Illyria.

Clo. Well-a-day, that you were, Sir !

Mal. By this hand, I am: good fool, fome ink, paper and light; and convey what I set down to my Lady: It shall advantage thee more than ever the bearing of letter did.

Clo. I will help you to't. . But tell me true, are you not mad, indeed, or do you but counterfeit?

Mal. Believe me, I am not : I tell thee true.

Clo. Nay, I'll ne'er believe a mad-man, 'till I see his brains. I will fetch you light, and paper, and ink.

Mal. Fool, I'll requite it in the highest degree ;
I prythee, be gone.
Clo. I am gone, Sir, and anon, Sir, [Singing.

I'll be with you again
In a trice, like to the old vice, (10)

Your need to sustain :
Who with dagger of lath, in his rage, and his wrath,

Cries, ab, ha! to the devil:
Like a mad lad, pare thy nails, dad,
Adieu, good man drivel.

[Exit. SCENE changes to another Apartment in

Olivia's House.

Enter Sebastian.
HIS is the air, that is the glorious sun ;

Seb.

feet.

And though 'tis wonder that enwraps me thus,
Yet 'tis not madness. Where's Anthonio then ?

(10) Like to the old Vice,] I have explain'd this Word, and the Charakter meant by it, in a Note upon this Line of King Richard IIId. Thus, like the formal Vice, Iniquity, &c.

I

I could not find him at the Elephant ;
Yet there he was, and there I found this credit, (11)
That he did range the town to seek me out.
His counsel now might do me golden service ;-
For tho' my soul disputes well with my sense,
That this may be fome error, but no madness ;
Yet doth this accident and flood of fortune
So far exceed all instance, all discourse;
That I am ready to distrust mine eyes,
And wrangle with my reason that persuades me
To any other trust, but that I'm mad;
Or else the Lady's mad; yet if 'twere so,
She could not fway her house, command her followers,
Take, and give back affairs, and their dispatch,
With such a smooth, discreet, and stable bearing,
As, I perceive, she does : there's something int,
That is deceiveable. But here she comes.

Enter Olivia and Prief.
Oli. Blame not this hafte of mine : if you mean well,
Now

go
with

me, and with this holy man,
Into the chantry by; there before him,
And underneath that consecrated roof,
Plight me the full assurance of your faith;
That my most jealous and too doubtful soul
May live at peace.

He shall conceal it,
Whiles you are willing it shall come to note;
What time we will our celebration keep
According to my birth. What do you say?

(11) Tet there he was, and there I found this Credit,

That he did range, &c.] i. e. I found it justified, eredibly vouch'd. Whether the Word Credit will easily carry this Meaning, I am doubtful: The Expression seems obscure ; and tho' I have not disturb’d the Text, I very much suspea that the

Poet wrote ;

and there I found this credent. He uses the same Term again in the very fame Sense in The Winter's Tale.

Then 'tis very credent, Thou may ft co-join with something, and then doft, &c.

Seb.

Seb. I'll follow this good man, and go with

you ; And having sworn truth, ever will be true. Oli. Then lead the way, good father; and heav'ns fo

fhine, That they may fairly note this act of mine ! [Exeunt.

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A CT V.

SC E N E, The Street.

Enter Clown, and Fabian,

NOW

FABIAN.
OW, as thou lav'ft me, let me see his letter.

Clo. Good Mr. Fabian, grant me another

request. Fab. Any thing. Clo. Do not desire to see this letter.

Fab. This is to give a dog, and in recompence desire my dog again.

Enter Duke, Viola, Curio, and lords. Duke. Belong you to the lady Olivia, friends? Clo. Ay, Sir, we are some of her trappings.

Duke. I know thee well; how dost thou, my good fellow?

Clo. Truly, Sir, the better for my foes, and the worse for

my

friends.
Duke. Just the contrary; the better for thy friends.
Clo. No, Sir, the worse.
Duke. How can that be?

Clo. Marry, Sir, they praise me, and make an ass of me; now, my foes tell me plainly, I am an ass: so that by my foes, Sir, I profit in the knowledge of myself ; and by my friends I am abused : so that, conclufion to

be

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