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That he believes himself; so do not I.
Prove true, imagination, 0, prove true
That I, dear brother, be now ta'en for you!

Sir To. Come hither, knight; come hither, Fabian; we'll whisper o'er a couplet or two of most sage saws.

Vio. He named Sebastian; I my brother know
Yet living in my glass; even such, and so,
In favor was my brother; and he went
Still in this fashion, color, ornament,
For him I imitate; O, if it prove,
Tempests are kind, and salt waves fresh in love!

[Erit. Sir To. A very dishonest, paltry boy, and more a coward than a hare: his dishonesty appears, in leaving his friend here in necessity, and denying him; and for his cowardship, ask Fabian.

Fab. A coward, a most devout coward, religious in it. Sir And. 'Slid, I'll after him again, and beat him. Sir To. Do, cuff him soundly, but never draw thy sword. Sir And. An I do not.

[Erit. Fab. Come, let's see the event. Sir To. I dare lay any money, 'twill be nothing yet.

[È reunt.

ACT IV.

SCENE I.

The Street before Olivia's House.

Enter SEBASTIAN and Clown.

Clo. Will you make me believe that I am not sent for

you?

Seb. Go to, go to, thou art a foolish fellow; Let me be clear of thee.

Clo. Well held out, i'faith! — No, I do not know you; Nor I am not sent to you by my lady, to bid you come speak with her; nor your name is not master Cesario; nor this is not my nose neither. Nothing, that is so, is so.

Seb. I pr’ythee, vent thy folly somewhere else; Thou know'st not me.

Clo. Vent my folly! He has heard that word of some 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 strangeness, and tell me what I shall vent to my lady; Shall 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 shall give worse payment.

Clo. By my troth, thou hast an open hand:-These wise 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 SEBASTIAN. Seb. Why, there's for thee, and there, and there: are all the people mad!

[Beating SIR ANDREW. Sir 10. Hold, sir, or I'll throw your dagger

o'er the house. Clo. This will I tell my lady straight; I would not be in some of your coats for two-pence. [Exit Clown.

Sir To. Come on, sir; hold. [Holding SEBASTIAN.

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 : though I struck 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 soldier, put up your iron: you are well fileshed; come on,

Seb I will be free from thee. What would'st thou now? If thou dar’st tempt me further, draw thy sword. [Draws.

Sir To. What, what! Nay, then I must have an ounce or two of this malapert blood from you. [Draws.

Enter OLIVIA. 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 preached ! out of my sight! Be not offended, dear Cesario:Rudesby, be gone:- I pr’ythee, gentle friend,

[Exeunt Sir Toby, SIR ANDREW, and FABIAN. Let thy fair wisdom, not thy passion, sway 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 botched up, that thou thereby May'st smile at this: thou shalt not choose but go;

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Do not deny: beshrew his soul for me,
He started one poor heart of mine in thee.

Seb. What relish is in this ? how runs the stream ?
Or I am mad, or else this is a dream :
Let fancy still my sense in Lethe steep;
If it be thus to dream, still let me sleep!

Oli. Nay, come, I pr’ythee: 'Would thoud’st be ruled by

me!

Seb. Madam, I will.
Oli.

O, say so, and so be! [Exeunt.

SCENE II. A Room in Olivia's House.

Enter MARIA and Clown.

Mar. Nay, I pr’ythee, 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 whilst. [Erit MARIA.

Clo. Well, I'll put it on, and I will dissemble myself in't; and I would I were the first that ever dissembled in such a gown. I am not tall enough to become the function well; nor lean enough to be thought a good student: but to be said, an honest man, and a good housekeeper, goes as fairly as to say, a careful man, and a great scholar. The competitors enter.

Enter SIR TOBY BELCHI and MARIA. Sir To. Jove bless thee, master parson.

Clo. Bonos dies, Sir Toby: for as the old hermit of Prague, that never saw pen and ink, very wittily said to a niece of king Gorboduc, That, that is, is : so I, being master parson, am master parson. 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. [In an inner chamber.] Who calls there?

Clo. Sir Topas the curate, who comes to visit Malvolio the lunatic.

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

Clo. Out, hyperbolical fiend! how vexest thou this man? talkest thou nothing but of ladies ?

Sir To. Well said, master parson.

Mal. Sir Topas, never was man thus wronged: good Sir Topas, do not think I am mad: they have laid me here in bideous darkness.

Clo. Fie, thou dishonest Sathan! I call thee by the most modest terms; for I am one of those gentle ones, that will use the devil himself with courtesy: say'st thou, that house is dark ?

Mal. As hell, Sir Topas.

Clo. Why, it hath bay-windows transparent as barricadoes, and the clear stories towards the south-north are as lustrous as ebony; and yet complainest thou of obstruction ?

Mal. I am not mad, Sir Topas: I say to you, this house is dark.

Clo. Madman, thou errest: I say, there is no darkness, but ignorance; in which thou art more puzzled than the Egyptians in their fog.

Mal. I say, this house is as dark as ignorance, though ignorance were as dark as hell; and I say, there was never man thus abused: I am no more mad than you are; make the trial of it in any constant question.

Clo. What is the opinion of Pythagoras concerning wildfowl?

Mal. That the soul of our grandam might haply inhabit a bird,

Clo. What thinkest thou of his opinion?

Mal. I think nobly of the soul, and no way approve his opinion.

Clo. Fare thee well: remain thou still in darkness: thou shalt hold the opinion of Pythagoras, ere I will allow of thy wits; and fear to kill a woodcock, lest thou dispossess the soul of thy grandam. Fare thee well.

Mal. Sir Topas, Sir Topas,
Sir To. My most exquisite Sir Topas !
Clo. Nay, I am for all waters.

Mar. Thou might'st have done this without thy beard and gown; he sees thee not.

Sir To. To him in thine own voice, and bring me word how thou findest him; I would we were well rid of this knavery. If he may be conveniently delivered, I would he were; for I am now so 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.

[Exeunt SIR TOBY and MARIA. Clo. Hey Robin, jolly Robin, Tell me how thy lady does.

[Singing. Mal. Fool, Clo. My lady is unkind, perdy. Mal. Fool,Clo. Alas, why is she 80 ?

Mal. Fool, I say ;-
Clo. She loves another - Who calls, ha?

Mal. Good fool, as ever thou wilt deserve 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. Master Malvolio !
Mal. Ay, good fool.
C'lo. Alas, sir, how fell you beside your five wits?

Mal. Fool, there was never man so notoriously abused: I am as well in my wits, fool, as thou art.

Clo. But as well? then you are mad, indeed, if you be no better in your wits than a fool.

Mal. They have here propertied me; keep me in darkness, send ministers to me, asses, and do all they can to face me out of my wits. Clo. Advise you

what

you say: the minister is here, Malvolio, Malvolio, thy wits the heavens restore ! endeavor thyself to sleep, and leave thy vain bibble babble. Mal. Sir Topas,

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

Mal. Fool, fool, fool, I say.

Clo. Alas, sir, be patient. What say you, sir? I am shent for speaking to you.

Mal. Good fool, help me to some light, and some 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, some ink, paper, and light, and convey what I will set 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 see his brains. I will fetch you light, and paper, and ink.

Mal. fool, I'll requite it in the highest degree: pr’ythee, begone. Clo. I am gone, sir,

And anon, sir,
I'll be with you again,

In a trice;

Like to the old vice,
Your need to sustain;

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