Reveals before 'tis ripe) what thou dost know
Hath newly pafs'd between this youth and me.
Prieft. A contract of eternal bond of love,
Confirm'd by mutual joinder of your hands,
Attefted by the holy clofe of lips,

Strengthen'd by interchangement of your rings;
And all the ceremony of this compact

Seal'd in my function, by my teftimony:

Since when, my watch hath told me, tow'rd my grave I have travell'd but two hours.

Duke. O thou diffembling cub! what wilt thou be, When time hath fow'd a grizzel on thy cafe? Or will not elfe thy craft fo quickly grow, That thine own trip fhall be thine overthrow? Farewel, and take her; but direct thy feet, Where thou and I henceforth may never meet. Vio. My Lord, I do protest

Oli. O do not swear;

Hold little faith, tho' thou haft too much fear!

SCENE IV. Enter Sir Andrew, with his head broke.

Sir And. For the love of God a furgeon, and fend one prefently to Sir Toby.

Oli. What's the matter?

Sir And. H'as broke my head across, and 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 Duke's gentleman, one Cefario; we took him for a coward, but he's the very devil incardinate.

Duke. My gentleman, Cefario?

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

Vio. Why do you speak to me? I never hurt you. You drew your fword upon me without caufe;

But I befpake you fair, and hurt you not.

Enter Sir Toby, and Clown.

Sir And. If a bloody coxcomb be a hurt, you have burt me. I think you fet nothing by a bloody cox

comb. Here comes Sir Toby halting, you fhall hear more; but if he had not been in drink, he would have tickled you other-gates than he did.

Duke. How now, gentleman? how is 't with you? Sir To. That's all one, he has hurt me, and there's an end on't. Sot, didft fee Dick furgeon, fot?

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

Sir To. Then he's a rogue, and a pait-measure Painim. I hate a drunken rogue.

Oli. Away with him: who hath made this havock with them?

Sir And. I'll help you, Sir Toby, becaufe we'll be drefs'd together.

Sir To. Will you help an afs-head, and a coxcomb, and a knave, a thin-fac'd knave, a gull?

[Exeunt Clo. To, and And, Oli. Get him to bed, and let his hurt be look'd to.

SCENE V. Enter Sebaftian.

your

Seb. I am forry, Madam, I have hurt
But had it been the brother of my blood,
I must have done no lefs with wit and fafety.

kinfman

[All ftand in amaze. You throw a strange regard on me, by which 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 per

A nat❜ral perspective, that is, and is not!
Seb. Antonio, O my dear Antonio !

How have the hours rack'd and tortur'd me,
Since I have loft thee!

Ant. Sebaftian are you?

Seb. Fear'ft thou that, Antonio !

Ant. How have you made divifion of yourself?
An apple, cleft in two, is not more twin
Than thefe two creatures. Which is Sebastian?
Oli. Moft wonderful!

[fons;

Seb. Do I ftand there? I never had a brother:
Nor can there be that deity in my nature,
Of here and every where. I had a fister,

Whom the blind waves and furges have devour'd.
Of charity, what kin are you to me?

[To Viola.

What countryman? what name? what parentage?
Vio. Of Meffaline; Sebaftian was my father;
Such a Sebaftian was my brother too:
So went he fuited to his wat'ry tomb.
If fpirits can affume both form and fuit,
You come to fright us.

Seb. A fpirit I am, indeed;

But am in that dimenfion grofsly clad,
Which from the womb I did participate.
Were you a woman, as the reft goes even,
I fhould my tears let fall upon your cheek,
And fay, "Thrice welcome, drowned Viola!
Vio. My father had a mole upon his brow.
Seb. And fo had mine.

Vio. And dy'd that day, when Viola from her birth Had numbred thirteen years.

Seb. O, that record is lively in my foul;

He finished, indeed, his mortal act,

That day that made my fifter thirteen years.
Vio. If nothing lets to make us happy both,
But this my mafculine ufurp'd attire ;
Do not embrace me, till each circumftance
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 maids' weeds; by whose gentle help
I was preferv'd to ferve this Noble Duke.

All the occurrence of my fortune fince

Hath been between this Lady and this Lord.
Seb. So comes it, Lady, you have been mistook:
[To Olivia.

But nature to her bias drew in that.
You would have been contracted to a maid,
Nor are you therein, by my life, deceiv'd;
You are betroth'd both to a maid and man.
Duke. Be not amaz'd: right noble is his blood:
If this be fo, as yet the glass feems true,
I fhall have fhare in this moft happy wreck.
Boy, thou haft said to me a thousand times,
Thou never fhould't love woman like to me.

[To Vio.

Vio. And all thofe fayings will I over-fwear,
And all those fwearings keep as true in foul,
As doth that orbed continent the fire,
That fevers day from night.

Duke. Give me thy hand,

And let me fee 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.

SCEN E VI.

Enter the Clown with a letter, and Fabian.

A moft extracting frenzy of mine own
From my remembrance clearly banish'd his.
How does he, firrah?

Clo. Truly, Madam, he holds Belzebub at the ftave'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, fo 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 madnefs: an your Ladyfhip will have it as it ought to be, you must allow

DOX.

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 * i. e. a frenzy that drew me away from every thing but its own object,

darkness, and given your drunken'uncle rule over me, yet have the benefit of my fenfes as well as your Ladyfhip. I have your own letter that induced me to the femblance I put on; with the which I doubt not but to do myself much right, or you much fhame: think of me as you pleafe. I leave my duty a little unthought of, and speak out of my injury. The madly us'd Malvolio.

Oli. Did he write this?

Glo, Ay, Madam.

Duke. This favours not much of distraction.

Oli. See him deliver'd, Fabian; bring him hither. My Lord, fo pleafe you, thefe things further thought on, To think me as well a fifter, as a wife;

One day shall crown th' alliance on 't, so please you,
Here at my houfe, and at my proper coft.

Duke. Madam, I am most apt t' embrace your offer.
Your mafter quits you; and for your fervice done him,
So much against the metal of your sex,
[To Viola.
So far beneath your foft and tender breeding;
And fince you call'd me mafter for fo long),
Here is my hand you fhall from this time be
Your mafter's miftrefs.

Oli. A fifter,

-you are fhe.

SCENE

VII.

Enter Malvolio.

Duke. Is this the madman?

Oli. Ay, my Lord, this fame. How now, Malvolio?
Mal. Madam, you have done me wrong, notorious
Oli. Have I, Malvolio? no.
[wrong.

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 fay, 'tis not your feal, nor your invention;
You can fay none of this. Well, grant it then;
And tell me in the modefty of honour,

Why you have given me fuch clear lights of favour,
Bade me come fmiling and crofs-garter'd to you,
To put on yellow ftockings, and to frown
Upon Sir Toby, and the lighter people :
And acting this in an obedient hope,
Why have you fuffer'd me to be imprifon'd,
Kept in a dark houfe, vifited by the priest,