Duke.

Still so cruel?

Oli. Still so constant, lord.

Duke. What! to perverseness? you uncivil lady,

To whose ingrate and unauspicious altars
My soul the faithfull'st offerings hath breathed out
That e'er devotion tendered! What shall I do?
Oli. Even what it please my lord, that shall
become him.

Duke. Why should I not, had I the heart to do it,
Like to the Egyptian thief, at point of death,
Kill what I love? a savage jealousy,
That sometimes savours nobly.—But hear me this:
Since you to non-regardance cast my faith,
And that I partly know the instrument
That screws me from my true place in your favour,
Live you the marble-breasted tyrant still;

But this your minion, whom I know you love,
And whom, by heaven I swear, I tender dearly,
Him will I tear out of that cruel eye,
Where he sits crownéd in his master's spite.-
Come, boy, with me; my thoughts are ripe in
mischief:

I'll sacrifice the lamb that I do love,

To spite a raven's heart within a dove. [Going.
Vio. And I, most jocund, apt, and willingly,
To do you rest, a thousand deaths would die.
[Following.

Oli. Where goes Cesario?

More than I love these eyes, more than my life:
More, by all mores, than e'er I shall love wife :
If I do feign, you witnesses above,
Punish my life for tainting of my love!

Oli. Ah me, detested! how am I beguiled! Vio. Who does beguile you? who does do you wrong?

Oli. Hast thou forgot thyself? Is it so long? Call forth the holy father. [Exit an Attendant. Duke. Come away. [TO VIOLA. Oli. Whither, my lord? Cesario, husband, stay. Duke. Husband?

Oli. Alas, it is the baseness of thy fear That makes thee strangle thy propriety : Fear not, Cesario, take thy fortunes up;

Be that thou know'st thou art; and then thou art As great as that thou fear'st.-O, welcome, father!

Re-enter Attendant and Priest.

Father, I charge thee by thy reverence
Here to unfold (though lately we intended
To keep in darkness what occasion now
Reveals before 'tis ripe) what thou dost know
Hath newly past between this youth and me.

Priest. A contract of eternal bond of love, Confirmed by mutual joinder of your hands, Attested by the holy close of lips, Strengthened by interchangement of your rings; And all the ceremony of this compact Sealed in my function, by my testimony: Since when, my watch hath told me, toward my grave

I have travelled but two hours.

Duke. O, thou dissembling cub! what wilt thou be When time hath sowed a grizzle on thy case? Or will not else thy craft so quickly grow That thine own trip shall be thine overthrow? Farewell, and take her; but direct thy feet Where thou and I henceforth may never meet. Vio. My lord, I do protest,

Sir And. For the love of God, a surgeon; send one presently to Sir Toby.

Oli. What's the matter? Sir And. He has broke my head across, and has given Sir Toby a bloody coxcomb too: for the love of God, your help. I had rather than forty pound I were at home.

Oli. Who has done this, Sir Andrew?

Sir And. The count's gentleman, one Cesario: we took him for a coward, but he's the very devil incardinate.

Duke. My gentleman, Cesario!

Sir And. Od's lifelings, here he is.—You broke my head for nothing; and that that I did, I was set on to do't by Sir Toby.

Vio. Why do you speak to me? I never hurt you: You drew your sword upon me without cause; But I bespake you fair, and hurt you not.

Sir And. If a bloody coxcomb be a hurt, you have hurt me: I think you set nothing by a bloody coxcomb.

Enter SIR TOBY BELCH, drunk, led by the Clown. Here comes Sir Toby, halting; you shall hear more but if he had not been in drink, he would have tickled you othergates than he did.

Duke. How now, gentleman? how is 't with you? Sir Toby. That's all one; he has hurt me, and there's the end on 't.-Sot, didst see Dick surgeon, sot?

Clo. O, he's drunk, Sir Toby, an hour agone; his eyes were set at eight i'the morning.

Sir Toby. Then he's a rogue and a passymeasure pavin; I hate a drunken rogue.

Oli. Away with him. Who hath made this havoc with them?

Sir And. I'll help you, Sir Toby, because we'll be dressed together.

Sir Toby. Will you help?-An ass-head, and a coxcomb, and a knave? a thin-faced knave, a gull?

Oli. Get him to bed, and let his hurt be looked to.

[Exeunt Clown, SIR TOBY, and SIR ANDREW.

Enter SEBASTIAN.

Seb. I am sorry, madam, I have hurt your kinsman;

But, had it been the brother of my blood,
I must have done no less, with wit and safety.
You throw a strange regard upon me, and
By that I do perceive it hath offended you:
Pardon me, sweet one, even for the vows
We made each other but so late ago.

Duke. One face, one voice, one habit, and

two persons;

A natural perspective, that is and is not!

Seb. Antonio, O my dear Antonio!

How have the hours racked and tortured me,
Since I have lost thee.

Ant. Sebastian are you?

Seb. Fear'st thou that, Antonio?

Ant. How have you made division of yourself?

An apple, cleft in two, is not more twin
Than these two creatures. Which is Sebastian?
Oli. Most wonderful!

Seb. Do I stand there? I never had a brother:
Nor can there be that deity in my nature,
Of here and everywhere. I had a sister,
Whom the blind waves and surges have de-
voured :-

Of charity, what kin are you to me? [To VIOLA.
What countryman? what name? what parentage?
Vio. Of Messaline: Sebastian was my father;
Such a Sebastian was my brother too,
So went he suited to his watery tomb:
If spirits can assume both form and suit,
You come to fright us.

Seb. A spirit I am, indeed;
But am in that dimension grossly clad
Which from the womb I did participate.
Were you a woman, as the rest goes even,
I should my tears let fall upon your cheek,
And say, "Thrice welcome, drownéd Viola!"
Vio. My father had a mole upon his brow.
Seb. And so had mine.

Vio. And died that day when Viola from her birth

Had numbered thirteen years.

Seb. O, that record is lively in my soul!
He finished, indeed, his mortal act
That day that made my sister thirteen years.

Vio. If nothing lets to make us happy both But this my masculine usurped 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 preserved 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: But nature to her bias drew in that. [TO OLIVIA. You would have been contracted to a maid: Nor are you therein, by my life, deceived; You are betrothed both to a maid and man. Duke. Be not amazed; right noble is his blood.If this be so, as yet the glass seems true, I shall have share in this most happy wreck: Boy, thou hast said to me a thousand times,

[TO VIOLA. Thou never shouldst love woman like to me. Vio. And all those sayings will I over-swear; And all those swearings keep as true in soul As doth that orbéd continent the fire That severs day from night.

And let me see thee in thy woman's weeds.
Vio. The captain that did bring me first on shore
Hath my maid's garments: he, upon some action,
Is now in durance,-at Malvolio's suit,
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.

A most extracting frenzy of mine own
From my remembrance clearly banished his.-
How does he, sirrah?

Clo. Truly, madam, he holds Beelzebub 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 gospels, 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:

:

Reads.

"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 vox.

Oli. Pr'y thee, read i'thy right wits.

"By the Lord, madam, you wrong me, and the world shall know it: though you have put me into darkness, and given your drunken 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? C' Ay, madam.

Duke. This savours not much of distraction. Oli. See him delivered, 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,

So much against the mettle of your sex,
So far beneath your soft and tender breeding,
And since you called me master for so long,
Here is my hand; you shall from this time be
Your master's mistress.

Bade me come smiling and cross gartered to you,
To put on yellow stockings, and to frown
Upon Sir Toby and the lighter people:
And, acting this in an obedient hope,
Why have you suffered me to be imprisoned,
Kept in a dark house, visited by the priest,
And made the most notorious geck and gull
That e'er invention played on? tell me why.

Oli. Alas, Malvolio, this is not my writing,
Though, I confess, much like the character:
But, out of question, 'tis Maria's hand.
And now I do bethink me, it was she
First told me thou wast mad: thou cam'st in

smiling,

And in such forms which here were presupposed

Upon thee in the letter. Pr'y thee, be content. This practice hath most shrewdly passed upon thee; But when we know the grounds and authors of it, Thou shalt be both the plaintiff and the judge Of thine own cause.

Fab. Good madam, hear me speak; And let no quarrel nor no brawl to come Taint the condition of this present hour, Which I have wondered at. In hope it shall not, Most freely I confess, myself and Toby Set this device against Malvolio here, Upon some stubborn and uncourteous parts We had conceived against him: Maria writ The letter, at Sir Toby's great importance; In recompense whereof he hath married her. How with a sportful malice it was followed, May rather pluck on laughter than revenge; If that the injuries be justly weighed That have on both sides past.

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 gagged:" and thus the whirligig of time brings in his revenges.

Mal. I'll be revenged on the whole pack of you. [Exit. Oli He hath been most notoriously abused.

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.-Meantime, 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 [Exeunt.
Clown sings.

When that I was and a tiny little boy,
With hey, ho, the wind and the rain,
A foolish thing was but a toy,

For the rain it raineth every day.

But when I came to man's estate,

With hey, ho, the wind and the rain, 'Gainst knaves and thieves men shut their gate, For the rain it raineth every day.

But when I came, alas! to wive,

With hey, ho, the wind and the rain,
By swaggering could I never thrive,
For the rain it raineth every day.
But when I came unto my beds,
With hey, ho, the wind and the rain,
With toss-pots still had drunken heads,
For the rain it raineth every day.
A great while ago the world began,
With hey, ho, the wind and the rain.
But that's all one, our play is done,
And we'll strive to please you every day.
[Exit.