Oli. Pr'ythee, read i' thy right wits. Clo. So I do, Madonna; but to read his right wits, is to read thus: therefore perpend, my princess, and give ear. Oli. Read it you, sirrah. [To FABIAN. Fab. [Reads.] "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 Oli. Did he write this? Clo. Ay, Madam. MALVOLIO." Duke. This savors not much of distraction. Oli. See him deliver'd, Fabian; bring him hither. [Exit FABIAN. My lord, so please you, these things further thought on, Duke. Madam, I am most apt t' 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, Oli. A sister? You are she. Enter FABIAN, with MALVOLIO. Duke. Is this the madman? You must not now deny it is your hand; Why you have given me such clear lights of favour; Oli. Alas, Malvolio, this is not my writing, First told me thou wast mad; thou cam'st in smiling 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 wonder'd at. In hope it shall not, That have on both sides pass'd. 66 66 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 gagg'd.” And thus the whirligig of Time brings in his revenges. 66 Mal. I'll be reveng'd on the whole pack of you. [Exit. Oli. He hath been most notoriously abus'd. 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, Of our dear souls. Meantime, sweet sister, [Exeunt. Song. Clo. When that I was and a little tiny boy, 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, But when I came unto my bed, With hey, ho, the wind and the rain, A great while ago the world begun, |