A most extracting frenzy of mine own Clo. Truly, madam, he holds Belzebub at the stave's end, as well as a man in his cafe may do: h’as here writ a letter to you, I should 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 thou mad? Clo. No, madam, I do but read madness: an your ladyship will have it as it ought to be, you must allow vox. OLI. Pr'ythee, read 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 darkness, and given your drunken cousin rule over me, yet have I the benefit of my senses as well as your ladyfhip. 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. OLI. Did he write this? The madly us'd Malvolio. Duk. This favours not much of distraction. OLI. See him deliver'd, Fabian; bring him hither. One day shall crown the alliance on't, fo please you, offer.. Duk. Madam, I am most apt to embrace your [done him, F OLI. A fifter? you are she. Re-enter FABIAN, with MALVOLIO. Duk. Is this the madman? OLI. Ay, my lord, this fame. How now, Malvolio? MAL. Madam, you have done me wrong, Notorious wrong. OLI. Have I, Malvolio? no. MAL. Lady, you have. Pray you, peruse that letter: Write from it, if you can, in hand, or phrase; Why you have given me fuch clear lights of favour; And, acting this in an obedient hope, First told me, thou waft mad; then cam'st in smiling, FAB. Good madam, hear me speak; And let no quarrel, nor no brawl to come, That have on both fides past. OLI. Alas, poor fool, how have they baff'd thee! Clo. Why, fome are born great, fome atchieve great nefs, and fome have greatness thrown upon them. I was one, fir, in this interlude, one fir Topas, fir; 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 rafcal? an you fmile not, he's gag'd: And thus the whirligig of time brings in his revenges. MAL. I'll be reveng'd on the whole pack of you. OLI. He hath been most notoriously abus'd. Of our dear fouls:-Mean time, sweet fifter, SONG. Clo. 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. 2. But when I came to man's eftate, with hey, ho, &c. [Exeunt. 'gainft knaves, and thieves, men shut their gate, for the rain, &c. |