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

thee well.

Mal. Sir Topas, fir Topas !

Sir To. My moft exquifite fir Topas !

Clo. Nay, I am for all waters.

[this in his own voice. Mar. Thou might'st have done this without thy beard, and gown; he fees thee not.

Sir To. To him in thine own voice, and bring me word how thou find'st 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 fo far in offence with my niece, that I cannot pursue with any safety this sport to the upshot. Come by and by to my chamber. [Exit, with Maria.

SCENE IV.

Clo. Hey, Robin, jolly Robin, tell me how my lady does.

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Mal. Good fool, as ever thou wilt deferve 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. Mafter 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 thou art mad indeed, if you be no better in your wits than a fool..

Mal..

Mal. They have propertied me; they keep me in darkness, fend 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 heav'ns reftore! endeavour thyself to fleep, and leave thy vain bibble babble.

Mal. Sir Topas!

[all this in a counterfeit voice.

Clo. Maintain no words with him, good fellow.

[in the counterfeit voice.

[this in his own voice.

Who, I, fir, not I, fir. God b'w' you, good fir Topas !

Marry, amen. I will, fir, I will, fir. [The first two words to be spoken in the counterfeit, the reft in his own. Mal. Fool, fool, fool, I fay.

Clo. Alas, fir, be patient. What say you, fir? I am shent 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 fet 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 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 pr'ythee, be gone,

Clo. I am gone, fir, and anon, fir,

I'll be with you again

In a trice, like to the old vice,

Your need to fuftain.

[ finging.

Who

Who with dagger of lath, in his rage, and his wrath,
Cries, ah ha! to the devil:
Like a mad lad, pare thy nails, dad,
Adieu, good man drivel.

Seb. This is the air;

This pearl fhe gave me,

SCENE V.

Enter Sebaftian.

that is the glorious fun;
I do feel't, and fee't.

And though 'tis wonder that enwraps me thus,
Yet 'tis not madness. Where's Antonio then?
I could not find him at the elephant;

Yet there he was, and there I found this current,
That he did range the town to seek me out.
His counsel now might do me golden fervice;
For though my foul difputes well with my sense,'
That this may be fome errour, but no madness,
Yet doth this accident and flood of fortune
So far exceed all inftance, all difcourfe,
That I am ready to diftruft mine eyes,
And wrangle with my reason that persuades me
To any other truft, 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 despatch,
With fuch a smooth, discreet, and stable bearing,
As I perceive fhe does: there's fomething in't

That is deceivable. But here fhe comes.

Enter Olivia, and Prieft.

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 confecrated roof,

Plight me the full affurance of your faith,

[Exit.

That

That my most jealous and too doubtful foul
May henceforth live at peace. He shall conceal it,
Whiles you are willing it fhall come to note;
What time we will our celebration keep.
According to my birth. What do you say?

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

And, having fworn truth, ever will be true.

Oli. Then lead the way, good father; heav'ns so shine, That they may fairly note this act of mine!

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[Exeunt.

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Clo. Good master Fabian, grant me another request. Fab. Any thing.

Clo. Do not defire to see this letter.

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

Enter Duke, Viola, Curio, and Lords.

Duke. Belong you to the lady Olivia, friends?
Clo. Ay, fir; we are fome of her trappings.

Duke. I know thee well; how doft thou, my good fellow? Clo. Truly, fir, the better for my foes, and the worse for my friends.

Duke. Juft the contrary; the better for thy friends.

Clo. No, fir, the worfe.

Duke. How can that be?

Clo. Marry, fir, they praise me, and make an ass of me; now

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my foes tell me plainly, I am an ass: so that by my foes, fir, I profit in the knowledge of myfelf; and by my friends I am abufed: fo the conclufion to be afked is, if your four negatives make your two affirmatives, why, then the worse for my friends, and the better for my foes.

Duke. Why, this is excellent.

Clo. By my troth, fir, no; though it please you to be one of my friends.

Duke. Thou shalt not be the worfe for me; there's gold. Clo. But that it would be double-dealing, fir, I would you could make it another.

Duke. O, you give me ill counfel.

Clo. Put your grace in your pocket, fir, for this once, and let your flesh and blood obey it.

Duke. Well, I will be fo much a finner to be a double-dealer: there's another.

Clo. Primo, fecundo, tertio, is a good play; and the old faying is, the third pays for all: the triplex, fir, is a good tripping measure, as the bells of faint Bennet, fir, may put you in mind, one, two, three.

Duke. You can fool no more money out of me at this throw; if you will let your lady know, I am here to speak with her, and bring her along with you, it may awake my bounty further. Clo. Marry, fir, lullaby to your bounty till I come again. I go, fir; but I would not have you to think, that my defire of having is the fin of covetoufness: but, as you say, fir, let your bounty take a nap, I will awake it anon.

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[Exit Clown.

Vio. Here comes the man, fir, that did refcuè me.
Duke. That face of his I do remember well;

Yet, when I faw it laft, it was befmear'd

As black as Vulcan, in the fmoke of war:
A bawbling veffel was he captain of,

VOL. II.

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