Bad me come fmiling, and cross-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 imprison'd,
Kept in a dark houfe, vifited by the priest,
And made the most notorious geck, and gull,
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 queftion, 'tis Maria's hand.
And now I do bethink me, it was fhe

First told me, thou waft mad; then cam'ft thou smiling,
And in fuch forms which here were presuppos'd
Upon thee in the letter: pr'ythee, be content;
This practice hath moft fhrewdly past upon thee;
But when we know the grounds, and authors of it,
Thou shalt be both the plaintiff and the judge
Of thine own cause.

Fab. Good Madam, hear me fpeak;
And let no quarrel, nor no brawl to come,
Taint the condition of this present hour,
Which I have wondred at. In hope it fhall not,
Moft freely I confefs, myself and Sir Toby
Set this device against Malvolio here,

In

Upon some stubborn and uncourteous parts
We had conceiv'd against him. Maria writ
The letter, at Sir Toby's great importance;
recompence whereof, he hath married her.
How with a fportful 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 great-" . nefs, and fome have greatness thrust 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; why laugh

but do you remember, Madam,

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you

you at fuch a barren rafcal? an you fmile not, be's gagg": 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. He hath been most notoriously abus'd.

Duke. Purfue him, and intreat him to a peace :
He hath not told us of the captain yet;
When that is known, and golden time convents,
A folemn combination fhall be made

Of our dear fouls. Mean time, sweet fifter,
We will not part from hence.-Cefario, come;
(For fo you fhall be, while you are a man ;)
But when in other habits you are feen,
Orfino's mistress, and his fancy's Queen.

Clown fings.

When that I was a little tiny boy,

With bey, bo, 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.

[Exeunt.

'Gainft knaves and thieves men shut their gate,

For the rain, &c.

But when I came, alas! to wive,

With hey, ho, &c.

By fwaggering could I never thrive,
For the rain, &c.

But when I came unto my beds,
With hey, ho, &c.

With tofs-pots ftill had drunken heads,
For the rain, &c.

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

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

And we'll frive to please you every day.

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