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That day that made my sister thirteen years.
Vio. If nothing lets to make us happy both, But this my masculine usurp'd attire, Do not embrace me, till each circumstance Of place, time, fortune, do cohere, and jump, That I am Viola: which to confirm, I'll bring you to a captain in this town, Where lie my maiden weeds; by whose gentle help I was preserv'd, to serve this noble count: All the occurrence of my fortune since Hath been between this lady, and this lord. Seb. So comes it, lady, you have been mistook :
Duke. Be not amaz’d; right noble is his blood.-
[To Viola. Thou never should'st love woman like to me.
Vio. And all those sayings will I over-swear;
Duke. Give me thy hand;
V'io. The captain, that did bring me first on shore,
A gentleman, and follower of my lady's.
Oli. He shall enlarge him:-Fetch Malvolio hither :And yet, alas, now I remember me, They say, poor gentleman, he's much distract.
Re-enter Clown, with a letter.
Clo. Truly, madam, he holds Belzebub at the stave's end, as well as a man in his case may do: he has here writ a letter to you, I should have given it you to-day morning; but as a madman's epistles are no gospel, so it skills not much, when they are delivered.
Oli. Open it, and read it.
Clo. Look then to be well edified, when the fool delivers the madman :-By the Lord, madam,
Oli. How now! art thou mad ?
Clo. No, madam, I do but read madness: an your ladyship will have it as it ought to be, you must allow
Oli. Pr’ythee, read i'thy right wits.
Clo. So I do, madonna ; 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 darkness, and given your drunkon cousin rule over me, yet have I the benefit of my senses as well as your ladyship. I have your own letter that induced me to the semblance I put on; with the which I doubt not but to do myself 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 used MalvoLIO. Oli. Did he write this? Clo. Ay, madam. Duke. This savours not much of distraction. Oli. See him deliver’d, Fabian; bring him hither.
[Exit FABIAN. My lord, so please you, these things further thought on, To think me as well a sister as a wife, One day shall crown the alliance on't, so please you, Here at my house, and at my proper cost.
Duke. Madam, I am most apt to embrace your offer. Your master quits you; [To VIOLA.] and, for your
service done him,
Oli. A sister ?-you are she.
Re-enter FABIAN, with MALVOLIO. Duke. Is this the madman?
Oli. Ay, my lord, this same : How now, Malvolio?
Mal. Madam, you have done me wrong, Notorious wrong.
Oli. Have I, Malvolio? no.
Mal. Lady, you have. Pray you, peruse that letter: You must not now deny it is your hand, Write from it, if you can, in hand, or phrase;
Or say, 'tis not your seal, nor your invention :
Oli. Alas, Malvolio, this is not my writing,
Fab. Good madam, hear me speak;
In recompense whereof, he hath married her.
Oli. Alas, poor fool! how have they baffled thee!
Clo. Why, some are born great, some achieve greatness, and some have greatness 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 such 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 revenged on the whole pack of you.
[Erit. Oli. He hath been most notoriously abus'd.
Duke. Pursue 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 solemn combination shall be made Of our dear souls-Mean time, sweet sister, We will not part from hence.—Cesario, come; For so you shall be, while you are a man; But, when in other habits you are seen, Orsino's mistress, and his fancy's queen.
With hey, ho, the wind and the rain,
For the rain it raineth every day.