If it be thus to dream, ftill let me fleep! [by me! OLI. Nay, come, I pr'ythee: 'Would thou'dft be rul'd SEB. Madam, I will. OLI. O, fay fo, and so be! [Exeunt. SCENE II. A Room in Olivia's House. Enter MARIA, and Clown. MAR. Nay, I pr'ythee, put on this gown, and this beard; make him believe, thou art fir Topas the curate; do it quickly: I'll call fir Toby the whilft. [Exit MARIA. Clo. Well, I'll put it on, and I will diffemble myself in't; and I would I were the first that ever diffembl❜d in fuch a gown. I am not tall enough to become the function well; nor lean enough, to be thought a good student: but to be faid, an honest man, and a good housekeeper, goes as fairly as to fay, a graceful man, and a great scholar. The competitors enter. 4 Re-enter MARIA, with Sir TOBY. Sir T. Jove bless thee, Mr. parfon. Clo. Bonos dies, fir Toby: for as the old hermit of Prague, that never faw pen and ink, very wittily faid to a niece of king Gorboduc, That, that is, is; fol, being Mr. parfon, am Mr. parfon; For what is that, but that; and is, but is ? Sir T. To him, fir Topas. Clo. What ho, I fay, [rapping at an inner Door.] Peace in this prison ! Sir T. "The knave counterfeits well; a good knave." MAL. [within.] Who calls there? Clo. Sir Topas the curate, who comes to visit Malvolio the lunatick. 17 A carefull MAL. SirTopas, fir Topas, good fir Topas, go to my lady. Clo. Out, hyperbolical fiend! how vexeft thou this man? talkeft thou nothing but of ladies? Sir T. "Well faid, Mr. parfon. " MAL. Sir Topas, never was man thus wrong'd; good fir Topas, do not think I am mad; they have lay'd me here in hideous darkness. Clo. Fie, thou dishonest Sathan! I call thee by the moft modeft terms; for I am one of those gentle ones, that will use the devil himself with courtefy; Say'ft thou, that house is dark? MAL. As hell, fir Topas. Clo. Why, it hath bay windows transparent as barricadoes, and the clear ftones toward the fouth-north are as luftrous as ebony; and yet complainest thou of obftruction? MAL. I am not mad, fir Topas; I fay to you, this houfe is dark. Clo. Madman, thou erreft: I fay, there is no darknefs, but ignorance; in which thou art more puzzl'd, than the Egyptians in their fog. MAL. Ifay, this houfe is as dark as ignorance, though ignorance were as dark as hell; and I fay, there was never man thus abus'd: I am no more mad than you are; make the trial of it in any conftant question. Clo. What is the opinion of Pythagoras, concerning wild-fowl? MAL. That the foul of our grandam might haply inhabit a bird. Clo. What think'st thou of his opinion? MAL. I think nobly of the foul, and no way approve his opinion. Clo. Fare thee well: Remain thou ftill in darkness: thou shalt hold the opinion of Pythagoras, ere I will allow of thy wits; and fear to kill a wood-cock, left thou difpossefs the foul of thy grandam. Fare thee well. MAL. Sir Topas, fir Topas, Sir T. "My moft exquisite fir Topas !" MAR. "Thou might'ft have done this without thy" "beard, and gown; he fees thee not. Sir T. "To him in thine own voice, and bring me” "word how thou find'st him: I would, we were well" "rid of this knavery. If he may be conveniently de- " "liver'd, I would he were; for I am now so far in of-” "fence with my niece, that I cannot pursue with any" "fafety this fport to the upshot. Come by and by to my" [Exeunt Sir TOBY, and MARIA. [fings.] Hey, Robin, jolly Robin, tell me how thy lady does. "chamber." Clo. MAL. Fool, 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 for't. Clo. Mr. Malvolio? MAL. Ay, good fool. Clo. Alas, fir, how fell you befides your five wits? MAL. Fool, there was never man fo notoriously abus'd: I am as well in my wits, fool, as thou art. Clo. But as well? then you are mad indeed, if you be no better in your wits than a fool. MAL. They have here property'd me; keep me in darkness, send minifters to me, affes, 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 heavens reftore! endeavour thyfelf to fleep, and leave thy vain bibble babble. MAL. Sir Topas, Clo. Maintain no words with him, good fellow.-Who, I, fir? not I, fir. God b'w'you, good fir Topas.—Marry, amen. I will, fir, I will. MAL. Fool, fool, fool, I fay, - Clo. Alas, fir, be patient. What say you, fir? I am fhent for fpeaking to you. MAL. Good fool, help me to fome light, and fome paper; I tell thee, I am as well in my wits, as any man in Illyria. Clo. Well-a-day, that you were, fir! MAL. By this hand, I am: good fool, fome ink, paper, and light, and convey what I will fet down to my lady; it fhall 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 madman, 'till I fee his brains. I will fetch you light, and paper, and ink. MAL. Fool, I'll requite it in the highest degree : I pry'thee, be gone. Clo. I am gone, fir, I'll be with you again, like to the old vice, pare thy nails, dad, adieu, goodman devil. SCENE III. Olivia's Garden. Enter SEBASTIAN. [finging. SEB. This is the air; that is the glorious fun; Yet there he was; and there I found this credit, And wrangle with my reason, that perfuades me Or else the lady's mad; yet, if 'twere so, [Exit. She could not fway her house, command her followers, |