That e'er invention plaid on? tell me why?

Oli. Alas, Malvolio, this is not my writing,
Tho', I confefs, 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 waft mad; then cam'ft in fmiling,
And in fuch forms which here were presuppos'd
Upon thee in the letter: pr'ythee be content,
This practice hath most shrewdly past upon thee;
But when we know the grounds and authors of it,
Thou shalt be both the plantiff 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 wondred at. In hope it shall not,
Most freely I confefs my self and Toby
Set this device against Malvolio here,
Upon some stubborn and uncourteous parts
We had conceiv'd against him. Maria writ
The letter, at Sir Toby's great importance,
In recompence whereof he hath married her.
How with a sportful malice it was follow'd,
May rather pluck on laughter than revenge,
If that the injuries be juftly weigh'd,
That have on both fides past.

Oli. Alas, poor fool! how have they baffled thee?

Clo. Why fome are born great, fome atchieve 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 fuch a barren rascal? an you smile not he's gagg'd: and thus the whirl-gigg of time brings in his revenges.

Mal. I'll be reveng'd on the whole pack of you.

[Exit. Oli.

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,
A folemn combination shall be made

Of our dear fouls. Mean time, fweet fifter,
We will not part from hence. Cæfario come,
(For fo you shall be, while you are a man;)
But when in other habits you are seen,
Orfino's mistress, and his fancy's Queen.
Clown fings.

When that I was and a little tiny 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 eftate,
With hey, ho, &c.

'Gainft knaves and thieves men fhut their gate,

[Exeunt.

A great while ago the world begun,
With hey, ho, &c.

But that's all one, our play is done,

And we'll ftrive to please you every day.

[Exit. THE

THE

WINTER'S

TALE

SCENE, partly in Sicilia, and partly
in Bohemia.

The plot taken from the old ftory-book of Doraftus and Faunia.

THE

F

ARCHIDA MU S.

you fhall chance, Camillo, to vifit Bohemia, on the like occafion whereon my services are now on foot, you fhall fee, as I have faid, great difference betwixt our Bohemia and your Sicilia.

Cam. I think, this coming fummer, the King of Sicilia means to pay Bohemia the vifitation which he justly owes him.

Arch. Wherein our entertainment fhall fhame us: we will be justified in our loves; for indeed----

Cam. 'Befeech you---

Arch. Verily I fpeak it in the freedom of my knowledge; we cannot with fuch magnificence---- in so rare---- I know not what to say---- we will give you fleepy drinks, that your fenfes

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