Clo. Well held out, i'faith: no, I do not know you, nor I am not fent to you by my Lady,, to bid you come fpeak with her; nor your name is not master Cefario, nor this is not my nofe neither; nothing, that is fo, is fo.

Seb. I pr'ythee, vent thy folly somewhere else; thou know'ft not me.

Clo. Vent my folly! he has heard that word of fome great man, and now applies it to a fool. Vent my folly! I am afraid, this great lubber the world will prove a cockney: I pr'ythee now, ungird thy ftrange-. nefs and tell me what I fhall vent to my Lady; fhall I vent to her, that thou art coming?

Seb. I pr'ythee, foolish Greek, depart from me ; there's money for thee. If you tarry longer, I fhali give worse payment.

Clo. By my troth, thou haft an open hand; these wife men, that give fools money, get themselves a good report after fourteen years purchase.

Enter Sir Andrew, Sir Toby, and Fabian.

Sir And. Now, Sir, have I met you again? there's

for you. [Striking Sebaftian. Seb. Why, there's for thee, and there, and there: are all the people mad? [Beating Sir Andrew. Sir To. Hold, Sir, or I'll throw your dagger o'er the house.

Clo. This will I tell my Lady strait: I would not be in fome of your coats for two pence. [Exit Clown. Sir To. Come on, Sir; hold. [Holding Sebaftian.

Sir And. Nay, let him alone, I'll go another way to work with him; I'll have an action of battery against him, if there be any law in Illyria; tho' I ftruck him first, yet it's no matter for that.

Seb. Let go thy hand.

Sir To. Come, Sir, I will not let you go. Come, my young foldier, put up your iron; you are well flefh'd: come on.

Seb. I will be free from thee. What woulft thou now? if thou dar'ft tempt me further, draw thy fword.

Sir To.

Sir To. What, what? nay, then, I must have an Ounce or two of this malapert blood from you.

Enter Olivia.

[They draw and fight.

Oli. Hold, Toby; on thy life, I charge thee, hold. Sir To. Madam.

Oli. Will it be ever thus? ungracious wretch, Fit for the mountains and the barbarous caves, Where manners ne'er were preach'd: out of my fight! Be not offended, dear Cefario:

Rudefby, be gone! I pr'ythee, gentle friend,

[Exeunt Sir Toby, and Sir Andrew. Let thy fair wisdom, not thy paffion, fway In this uncivil and unjust extent

Against thy peace. Go with me to my house,
And hear thou there, how many fruitless pranks
This ruffian hath botch'd up, that thou thereby
May'ft fmile at this: thou shalt not chufe but go:
Do not deny; befhrew his foul for me,

He started one poor heart of mine in thee.

Seb. What relifh is in this? how runs the stream Or I am mad, or else this is a dream.

Let fancy fill my fenfe in Lethe steep,

If it be thus to dream, ftill let me fleep.

Oli. Nay, come, I pray: 'would thou'dit berul'd by me.

Seb. Madam, I will.

Oli. O, fay fo, and so be!

[Exeunt.

SCENE, an Apartment in Olivia's House.

Mar.

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Enter Maria, and Clown.

AY, I pry'thee, put on this gown and this beard; make him believe, thou art Sir Topas the Curate; do it quickly. I'll call Sir Toby the whilft. [Exit Maria. Clo. Well, I'll put it on, and I will diffemble myfelf in't; and I would I were the firft that ever diffembled in fuch a gown. I am not tall enough to be

come

come the function well, nor lean enough to be thought a good Student; but to be faid an honeft man, and a good housekeeper, goes as fairly, as to fay, a careful man and a great fcholar. The competitors enter.

Enter Sir Toby, and Maria.

Sir To. Jove blefs thee, Mr. Parfon.

Clo. Bonos dies, Sir Toby; for as the old hermit of Prague, that never faw pen and ink, very wittily faid 'to a niece of King Gorbeduck, that that is, is: fo I being Mr. Parfon, am Mr. Parfon; for what is that, but that and is, but is?

Sir To. To him, Sir Topas.
Clo. What, hoa, I say,-

peace in this prison! Sir To. The knave counterfeits well; a good knave.

Mal. Who calls there?

[Malvolio within.

Cle. Sir Topas the Curate, who comes to vifit Malvolio the lunatick.

Mal. Sir Topas, Sir Topas, good Sir Topas, go to my Lady.

Clo. Out, hyperbolical fiend, how vexeft thou this man? Talkeft thou of nothing but of ladies?

Sir To. Well faid, mafter Parfon

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

Clo. Fy, thou difhoneft Sathan; I call thee by the moft modeft terms; for I am one of thofe gentle ones, that will use the devil himself with curtesy: fay'st thou, that house is dark?

Mal. As hell, Sir Topas.

Clo. Why, it hath bay-windows tranfparent as baricadoes, and the clear ftones towards the fouth-north, are as luftrous as ebony; and yet complainest thou of obftruction?

Mal. I am not mad, Sir 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 puzzled than the Egyptians in their fog.

Mal.

Mal. I fay, 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 constant queftion.

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

Mal. That the foul of our grandam might happily 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 fill 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 foul of thy grandam. Fare thee well. Mal. Sir Topas, Sir Topas,

Sir To. My moft exquifite Sir Topas !

Clo. Nay, I am for all waters.

Mar. Thou might'ft 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'ft 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 purfue with any fafety this fport 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.

Ma.. 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.

Clo. Mr. Malvolio!

Mal. Ay, good fool. Clo. Alas, Sir, how fell you befides your five wits? Mal. Fool, there was never man fo notorioufly 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. They have here propertied me; 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,

Clo. Maintain no words with him, good fellow. Who I, Sir? not 1, Sir. God b'w'you, good Sir Topas.Marry, amen. I will, Sir, I will.

Mal. Fool, fool, fool, I fay.

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

Mal. By this hand, I am: good fool, fome ink, paper and light; and convey what I 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 but counterfeit ? you

Mal. Believe me, I am not: I tell thee true. Clo. Nay, I'll ne'er believe a mad-man, '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, Sir, and anon, Sir,
I'll be with you again

[Singing

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