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If it be thus to dream, still let me sleep!

Oli. Nay, come, I pr’ythee: 'Would thou’dst be ruld
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 fir Topas the curate; do it quickly: I'll call fir Toby the whilst.

[Exit Maria. Clo. Well, I'll put it on, and I will dissemble myself in't; and I would I were the first that ever dissembl'd 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 graceful man, and a great scholar. The competitors enter.

Re-enter MARIA, with Sir TOBY. Sir T. Jove bless thee, Mr. parson.

Clo. Bonos dies, fir 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 Mr. parson, am Mr. parson; For what is that, but that; and is, but is?

Sir T. To him, fir Topas.

Clo. What ho, I say, [rapping at an inner Door.]
Peace in this prison !

Sir T. “The knave counterfeits well; a good knave.”
MAL. [within.] Who calls there?

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

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MAL. Sir Topas, fir Topas, good fir Topas, go to my lady.

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

Sir T. “Well said, Mr. parson.”

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

Mar. As hell, fir Topas.

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

Mal. I am not mad, fir Topas ; I say to you, this house is dark.

Clo. Madman, thou erreft: I say, there is no darkness, but ignorance; in which thou art more puzzld, 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 abus’d: 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 wild-fowl ?

Mar. That the soul of our grandam might haply inhabit a bird. Clo.

What think'st 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 wood-cock, left thou dispossess the foul of thy grandam. Fare thee well.

MAL, Sir Topas, fir Topas, Sir T. “My most exquisite fir Topas !Cla. Nay, I am for all waters. MAR. “ Thou might'st have done this without thy" “ beard, and gown; he fees thee not.

Sir.T. “To him in thine own voice, and bring me" word how thou find'It him: I would, we were well" “rid of this knavery. If he may be conveniently de-" “ liver'd, I would he were; for I am now so far in of-" “fence 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. [Fings.] Hey, Robin, jolly Robin,

tell me how thy lady does.
Mal. Fool,
Clo. My lady is unkind, perdy.
MAL. Fool, -
Clo. Alas, why is the lo ?
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. Mr. Malvolio ?
Mal. Ay, good fool.
Clo, Alas, sir, how fell you besides your five wits ?
MAL. Fool, there was never man so notoriously abus’d:

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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 property'd me; keep me in darkness, send minifters to me, affes, and do all they can to face me out of

my

wits. Cla. Advise you what you fay; the minister is here. - Malvolio, Malvolio, thy wits the heavens restore ! endeavour thyself to sleep, and leave thy vain bibble babble. MAL. Sir Topas,

Clo. Maintain no words with him, good fellow.- Who, I, fir ? not f, fir. God b'w'you, good fir 70pas. - Marry, amen. I will, sir, I will.

Mal. Fool, fool, fool, I say,

Cl. Alas, sir, be patient. What say you, fir? I am fhent for speaking to you.

Mal. Good fool, help me to fome light, and some paper; I tell thee, I am as well in my wits, as any man in Illyria.

Cl.. Well-a-day, that you were, fir !

MAL. By this hand, I am: good fool, fome ink, paper, and light, and convey what I will fet 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 higheit degree : I pry'thee, be gone.

Clo.

[singing

I am gone, firi

and anon, fir, Ín be with you again,

in a trice,

like to the old vice,
your need to sustain;
who with dagger of lath,
in his
rage

and his wrath,
cries, ah, ha! to the devil,
like a mad lad,
pare thy nails, dad,

adieu, goodman devil.

[Exil.

SCENE III. Olivia's Garden.

Enter SEBASTIAN. Seb. This is the air ; that is the glorious fun; This pearl | she gave me, I do feel't, and fee't: And though 'tis wonder that enwraps me thus, Yet 'tis not madness. Where's Antonio then ? I could not find him at the elephant : Yet there he was; and there I found this credit, That he did range the town to seek me out. His counsel now might do me golden service: For though my soul disputes well with my fenfe, That this may be some error, but no madness; Yet doth this accident and flood of fortune So far exceed all instance, all discourse, That I am ready to diftruft mine eyes, And wrangle with my reason, that persuades me To any other truft, but that I am mad, Or else the lady's mad; yet, if 'twere fo, She could not sway her house, command her followers,

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