I do perceive it hath offended you; Pardon me, fweet one, even for the vows We made each other, but fo late ago. Duke. One face, one voice, one habit, and two persons, A natʼral perspective, that is, and is not! Seb. Antonio, o my dear Antonio! How have the hours rack'd and tortur'd me, Ant. Sebaftian are you? Seb. Fear'ft thou that, Antonio ! Ant. How have you made divifion of yourself? Seb. Do I ftand there? I never had a brother: Such a Sebaftian was my brother too: Seb. A spirit I am, indeed, But am in that dimension grofly clad, Vio. My father had a mole upon his brow. Vio. And dy'd that day when Viola from her birth Seb. O, that record is lively in my foul; [to Viola, He He finished, indeed, his mortal act That day that made my fifter thirteen years. Vio. If nothing lets to make us happy both, Do not embrace me, till each circumstance I'll bring you to a captain in this town Where lie my maiden weeds; by whose gentle help Have been between this lady, and this lord. You would have been contracted to a maid; Duke. Be not amaz'd: right noble is his blood: 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 maids garments: he, upon fome action, Is now in durance, at Malvolio's fuit, 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. [to Olivia. [to Viola. SCENE SCENE VI. Enter the Clown with a letter, and Fabian. A most distracting frenzy of mine own Clo. Truly, madam, he holds Belzebub at the stave's end as well as a man in his cafe may do: h'as here writ a letter to you, I fhould have given't you to day morning: but as a madman's epiftles are no gofpels, so 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 madman-By the lord, madam, Oli. How now, art mad? [reads. 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 it i'thy right wits. Clo. So I do, madona; but to read his right wits, is to read thus therefore perpend, my princefs, and give ear. Oli. Read it you, firrah. [to Fabian. Fab. [reads.] By the lord, madam, you wrong me, and the world fhall know it: though you have put me into darkness, and given your drunken uncle rule over me, yet have I benefit of my senses as well as your ladyship. I have your own letter, that induced me to the femblance I put on; with the which I doubt not but to do myfelf 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. The madly us'd Malvolio. Oli. Did he write this? Clo. Ay, madam. Duke. This favours not much of distraction. Oli. See him deliver'd, Fabian, bring him hither. My lord, fo please you, these things further thought on, VOL. II. Rrr One One day shall crown th' alliance on't, so please you, Duke. Madam, I am most apt t'embrace your offer. So far beneath your foft and tender breeding, [to Viola. Duke. Is this the madman? Oli. Ay, my lord, this fame: how now, Malvolio? Notorious wrong. Oli. Have I, Malvolio? no. Mal. Lady, you have: pray you, peruse that letter. Write from it, if you can, in hand or phrase, Why you have given me fuch clear lights of favour, Oli. Alas, Malvolio, this is not my writing, And And now, I do bethink me, it was fhe First told me thou wast mad; then cam'ft thou smiling, Fab. Good madam, hear me fpeak, And let no quarrel, nor no brawl to come, Oli. Alas, poor fool! how have they baffled thee! Clo. Why, fome are born great, fome atchieve greatness, and fome have greatness thrust upon them. I was one, fir, in this interlude; one fir Topas, fir; 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 rascal? an you smile not, he's gagg'd: and thus the whirligig of time brings in his revenges. Mal. I'll be reveng'd on the whole pack of you. He hath not told us of the captain yet; Of our dear fouls. In the mean time, sweet fister, Rrr 2 [Exit. We |