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    Act 5, Scene I

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    SCENE I. Before OLIVIA's house.

    Enter Clown and FABIAN
    FABIAN
    Now, as thou lovest me, let me see his letter.

    Clown
    Good Master Fabian, grant me another request.

    FABIAN
    Any thing.

    Clown
    Do not desire to see this letter.

    FABIAN
    This is, to give a dog, and in recompense desire my
    dog again.

    Enter DUKE ORSINO, VIOLA, CURIO, and Lords

    DUKE ORSINO
    Belong you to the Lady Olivia, friends?

    Clown
    Ay, sir; we are some of her trappings.

    DUKE ORSINO
    I know thee well; how dost thou, my good fellow?

    Clown
    Truly, sir, the better for my foes and the worse
    for my friends.

    DUKE ORSINO
    Just the contrary; the better for thy friends.

    Clown
    No, sir, the worse.

    DUKE ORSINO
    How can that be?

    Clown
    Marry, sir, they praise me and make an ass of me;
    now my foes tell me plainly I am an ass: so that by
    my foes, sir I profit in the knowledge of myself,
    and by my friends, I am abused: so that,
    conclusions to be as kisses, if your four negatives
    make your two affirmatives why then, the worse for
    my friends and the better for my foes.

    DUKE ORSINO
    Why, this is excellent.

    Clown
    By my troth, sir, no; though it please you to be
    one of my friends.

    DUKE ORSINO
    Thou shalt not be the worse for me: there's gold.

    Clown
    But that it would be double-dealing, sir, I would
    you could make it another.

    DUKE ORSINO
    O, you give me ill counsel.

    Clown
    Put your grace in your pocket, sir, for this once,
    and let your flesh and blood obey it.

    DUKE ORSINO
    Well, I will be so much a sinner, to be a
    double-dealer: there's another.

    Clown
    Primo, secundo, tertio, is a good play; and the old
    saying is, the third pays for all: the triplex,
    sir, is a good tripping measure; or the bells of
    Saint Bennet, sir, may put you in mind; one, two, three.

    DUKE ORSINO
    You can fool no more money out of me at this throw:
    if you will let your lady know I am here to speak
    with her, and bring her along with you, it may awake
    my bounty further.

    Clown
    Marry, sir, lullaby to your bounty till I come
    again. I go, sir; but I would not have you to think
    that my desire of having is the sin of covetousness:
    but, as you say, sir, let your bounty take a nap, I
    will awake it anon.

    Exit

    VIOLA
    Here comes the man, sir, that did rescue me.

    Enter ANTONIO and Officers

    DUKE ORSINO
    That face of his I do remember well;
    Yet, when I saw it last, it was besmear'd
    As black as Vulcan in the smoke of war:
    A bawbling vessel was he captain of,
    For shallow draught and bulk unprizable;
    With which such scathful grapple did he make
    With the most noble bottom of our fleet,
    That very envy and the tongue of loss
    Cried fame and honour on him. What's the matter?

    First Officer
    Orsino, this is that Antonio
    That took the Phoenix and her fraught from Candy;
    And this is he that did the Tiger board,
    When your young nephew Titus lost his leg:
    Here in the streets, desperate of shame and state,
    In private brabble did we apprehend him.

    VIOLA
    He did me kindness, sir, drew on my side;
    But in conclusion put strange speech upon me:
    I know not what 'twas but distraction.

    DUKE ORSINO
    Notable pirate! thou salt-water thief!
    What foolish boldness brought thee to their mercies,
    Whom thou, in terms so bloody and so dear,
    Hast made thine enemies?

    ANTONIO
    Orsino, noble sir,
    Be pleased that I shake off these names you give me:
    Antonio never yet was thief or pirate,
    Though I confess, on base and ground enough,
    Orsino's enemy. A witchcraft drew me hither:
    That most ingrateful boy there by your side,
    From the rude sea's enraged and foamy mouth
    Did I redeem; a wreck past hope he was:
    His life I gave him and did thereto add
    My love, without retention or restraint,
    All his in dedication; for his sake
    Did I expose myself, pure for his love,
    Into the danger of this adverse town;
    Drew to defend him when he was beset:
    Where being apprehended, his false cunning,
    Not meaning to partake with me in danger,
    Taught him to face me out of his acquaintance,
    And grew a twenty years removed thing
    While one would wink; denied me mine own purse,
    Which I had recommended to his use
    Not half an hour before.

    VIOLA
    How can this be?

    DUKE ORSINO
    When came he to this town?

    ANTONIO
    To-day, my lord; and for three months before,
    No interim, not a minute's vacancy,
    Both day and night did we keep company.

    Enter OLIVIA and Attendants

    DUKE ORSINO
    Here comes the countess: now heaven walks on earth.
    But for thee, fellow; fellow, thy words are madness:
    Three months this youth hath tended upon me;
    But more of that anon. Take him aside.

    OLIVIA
    What would my lord, but that he may not have,
    Wherein Olivia may seem serviceable?
    Cesario, you do not keep promise with me.

    VIOLA
    Madam!

    DUKE ORSINO
    Gracious Olivia,--

    OLIVIA
    What do you say, Cesario? Good my lord,--

    VIOLA
    My lord would speak; my duty hushes me.

    OLIVIA
    If it be aught to the old tune, my lord,
    It is as fat and fulsome to mine ear
    As howling after music.

    DUKE ORSINO
    Still so cruel?

    OLIVIA
    Still so constant, lord.

    DUKE ORSINO
    What, to perverseness? you uncivil lady,
    To whose ingrate and unauspicious altars
    My soul the faithfull'st offerings hath breathed out
    That e'er devotion tender'd! What shall I do?

    OLIVIA
    Even what it please my lord, that shall become him.

    DUKE ORSINO
    Why should I not, had I the heart to do it,
    Like to the Egyptian thief at point of death,
    Kill what I love?--a savage jealousy
    That sometimes savours nobly. But hear me this:
    Since you to non-regardance cast my faith,
    And that I partly know the instrument
    That screws me from my true place in your favour,
    Live you the marble-breasted tyrant still;
    But this your minion, whom I know you love,
    And whom, by heaven I swear, I tender dearly,
    Him will I tear out of that cruel eye,
    Where he sits crowned in his master's spite.
    Come, boy, with me; my thoughts are ripe in mischief:
    I'll sacrifice the lamb that I do love,
    To spite a raven's heart within a dove.

    VIOLA
    And I, most jocund, apt and willingly,
    To do you rest, a thousand deaths would die.

    OLIVIA
    Where goes Cesario?

    VIOLA
    After him I love
    More than I love these eyes, more than my life,
    More, by all mores, than e'er I shall love wife.
    If I do feign, you witnesses above
    Punish my life for tainting of my love!

    OLIVIA
    Ay me, detested! how am I beguiled!

    VIOLA
    Who does beguile you? who does do you wrong?

    OLIVIA
    Hast thou forgot thyself? is it so long?
    Call forth the holy father.

    DUKE ORSINO
    Come, away!

    OLIVIA
    Whither, my lord? Cesario, husband, stay.

    DUKE ORSINO
    Husband!

    OLIVIA
    Ay, husband: can he that deny?

    DUKE ORSINO
    Her husband, sirrah!

    VIOLA
    No, my lord, not I.

    OLIVIA
    Alas, it is the baseness of thy fear
    That makes thee strangle thy propriety:
    Fear not, Cesario; take thy fortunes up;
    Be that thou know'st thou art, and then thou art
    As great as that thou fear'st.

    Enter Priest

    O, welcome, father!
    Father, I charge thee, by thy reverence,
    Here to unfold, though lately we intended
    To keep in darkness what occasion now
    Reveals before 'tis ripe, what thou dost know
    Hath newly pass'd between this youth and me.

    Priest
    A contract of eternal bond of love,
    Confirm'd by mutual joinder of your hands,
    Attested by the holy close of lips,
    Strengthen'd by interchangement of your rings;
    And all the ceremony of this compact
    Seal'd in my function, by my testimony:
    Since when, my watch hath told me, toward my grave
    I have travell'd but two hours.

    DUKE ORSINO
    O thou dissembling cub! what wilt thou be
    When time hath sow'd a grizzle on thy case?
    Or will not else thy craft so quickly grow,
    That thine own trip shall be thine overthrow?
    Farewell, and take her; but direct thy feet
    Where thou and I henceforth may never meet.

    VIOLA
    My lord, I do protest--

    OLIVIA
    O, do not swear!
    Hold little faith, though thou hast too much fear.

    Enter SIR ANDREW

    SIR ANDREW
    For the love of God, a surgeon! Send one presently
    to Sir Toby.

    OLIVIA
    What's the matter?

    SIR ANDREW
    He has broke my head across and has given Sir Toby
    a bloody coxcomb too: for the love of God, your
    help! I had rather than forty pound I were at home.

    OLIVIA
    Who has done this, Sir Andrew?

    SIR ANDREW
    The count's gentleman, one Cesario: we took him for
    a coward, but he's the very devil incardinate.

    DUKE ORSINO
    My gentleman, Cesario?

    SIR ANDREW
    'Od's lifelings, here he is! You broke my head for
    nothing; and that that I did, I was set on to do't
    by Sir Toby.

    VIOLA
    Why do you speak to me? I never hurt you:
    You drew your sword upon me without cause;
    But I bespoke you fair, and hurt you not.

    SIR ANDREW
    If a bloody coxcomb be a hurt, you have hurt me: I
    think you set nothing by a bloody coxcomb.

    Enter SIR TOBY BELCH and Clown

    Here comes Sir Toby halting; you shall hear more:
    but if he had not been in drink, he would have
    tickled you othergates than he did.

    DUKE ORSINO
    How now, gentleman! how is't with you?

    SIR TOBY BELCH
    That's all one: has hurt me, and there's the end
    on't. Sot, didst see Dick surgeon, sot?

    Clown
    O, he's drunk, Sir Toby, an hour agone; his eyes
    were set at eight i' the morning.

    SIR TOBY BELCH
    Then he's a rogue, and a passy measures panyn: I
    hate a drunken rogue.

    OLIVIA
    Away with him! Who hath made this havoc with them?

    SIR ANDREW
    I'll help you, Sir Toby, because well be dressed together.

    SIR TOBY BELCH
    Will you help? an ass-head and a coxcomb and a
    knave, a thin-faced knave, a gull!

    OLIVIA
    Get him to bed, and let his hurt be look'd to.

    Exeunt Clown, FABIAN, SIR TOBY BELCH, and SIR ANDREW

    Enter SEBASTIAN

    SEBASTIAN
    I am sorry, madam, I have hurt your kinsman:
    But, had it been the brother of my blood,
    I must have done no less with wit and safety.
    You throw a strange regard upon me, and by that
    I do perceive it hath offended you:
    Pardon me, sweet one, even for the vows
    We made each other but so late ago.

    DUKE ORSINO
    One face, one voice, one habit, and two persons,
    A natural perspective, that is and is not!

    SEBASTIAN
    Antonio, O my dear Antonio!
    How have the hours rack'd and tortured me,
    Since I have lost thee!

    ANTONIO
    Sebastian are you?

    SEBASTIAN
    Fear'st thou that, Antonio?

    ANTONIO
    How have you made division of yourself?
    An apple, cleft in two, is not more twin
    Than these two creatures. Which is Sebastian?

    OLIVIA
    Most wonderful!

    SEBASTIAN
    Do I stand there? I never had a brother;
    Nor can there be that deity in my nature,
    Of here and every where. I had a sister,
    Whom the blind waves and surges have devour'd.
    Of charity, what kin are you to me?
    What countryman? what name? what parentage?

    VIOLA
    Of Messaline: Sebastian was my father;
    Such a Sebastian was my brother too,
    So went he suited to his watery tomb:
    If spirits can assume both form and suit
    You come to fright us.

    SEBASTIAN
    A spirit I am indeed;
    But am in that dimension grossly clad
    Which from the womb I did participate.
    Were you a woman, as the rest goes even,
    I should my tears let fall upon your cheek,
    And say 'Thrice-welcome, drowned Viola!'

    VIOLA
    My father had a mole upon his brow.

    SEBASTIAN
    And so had mine.

    VIOLA
    And died that day when Viola from her birth
    Had number'd thirteen years.

    SEBASTIAN
    O, that record is lively in my soul!
    He finished indeed his mortal act
    That day that made my sister thirteen years.

    VIOLA
    If nothing lets to make us happy both
    But this my masculine usurp'd attire,
    Do not embrace me till each circumstance
    Of place, time, fortune, do cohere and jump
    That I am Viola: which to confirm,
    I'll bring you to a captain in this town,
    Where lie my maiden weeds; by whose gentle help
    I was preserved to serve this noble count.
    All the occurrence of my fortune since
    Hath been between this lady and this lord.

    SEBASTIAN
    [To OLIVIA] So comes it, lady, you have been mistook:
    But nature to her bias drew in that.
    You would have been contracted to a maid;
    Nor are you therein, by my life, deceived,
    You are betroth'd both to a maid and man.

    DUKE ORSINO
    Be not amazed; right noble is his blood.
    If this be so, as yet the glass seems true,
    I shall have share in this most happy wreck.

    To VIOLA

    Boy, thou hast said to me a thousand times
    Thou never shouldst love woman like to me.

    VIOLA
    And all those sayings will I overswear;
    And those swearings keep as true in soul
    As doth that orbed continent the fire
    That severs day from night.

    DUKE ORSINO
    Give me thy hand;
    And let me see thee in thy woman's weeds.

    VIOLA
    The captain that did bring me first on shore
    Hath my maid's garments: he upon some action
    Is now in durance, at Malvolio's suit,
    A gentleman, and follower of my lady's.

    OLIVIA
    He shall enlarge him: fetch Malvolio hither:
    And yet, alas, now I remember me,
    They say, poor gentleman, he's much distract.

    Re-enter Clown with a letter, and FABIAN

    A most extracting frenzy of mine own
    From my remembrance clearly banish'd his.
    How does he, sirrah?

    Clown
    Truly, madam, he holds Belzebub at the staves's end as
    well as a man in his case may do: has here writ a
    letter to you; I should have given't you to-day
    morning, but as a madman's epistles are no gospels,
    so it skills not much when they are delivered.

    OLIVIA
    Open't, and read it.

    Clown
    Look then to be well edified when the fool delivers
    the madman.

    Reads

    'By the Lord, madam,'--

    OLIVIA
    How now! art thou mad?

    Clown
    No, madam, I do but read madness: an your ladyship
    will have it as it ought to be, you must allow Vox.

    OLIVIA
    Prithee, read i' thy right wits.

    Clown
    So I do, madonna; but to read his right wits is to
    read thus: therefore perpend, my princess, and give ear.

    OLIVIA
    Read it you, sirrah.

    To FABIAN

    FABIAN
    [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 MALVOLIO.'

    OLIVIA
    Did he write this?

    Clown
    Ay, madam.

    DUKE ORSINO
    This savours not much of distraction.

    OLIVIA
    See him deliver'd, Fabian; bring him hither.

    Exit FABIAN

    My lord so please you, these things further
    thought on,
    To think me as well a sister as a wife,
    One day shall crown the alliance on't, so please you,
    Here at my house and at my proper cost.

    DUKE ORSINO
    Madam, I am most apt to embrace your offer.

    To VIOLA

    Your master quits you; and for your service done him,
    So much against the mettle of your sex,
    So far beneath your soft and tender breeding,
    And since you call'd me master for so long,
    Here is my hand: you shall from this time be
    Your master's mistress.

    OLIVIA
    A sister! you are she.

    Re-enter FABIAN, with MALVOLIO

    DUKE ORSINO
    Is this the madman?

    OLIVIA
    Ay, my lord, this same.
    How now, Malvolio!

    MALVOLIO
    Madam, you have done me wrong,
    Notorious wrong.

    OLIVIA
    Have I, Malvolio? no.

    MALVOLIO
    Lady, you have. Pray you, peruse that letter.
    You must not now deny it is your hand:
    Write from it, if you can, in hand or phrase;
    Or say 'tis not your seal, nor your invention:
    You can say none of this: well, grant it then
    And tell me, in the modesty of honour,
    Why you have given me such clear lights of favour,
    Bade me come smiling and cross-garter'd to you,
    To put on yellow stockings and to frown
    Upon Sir Toby and the lighter people;
    And, acting this in an obedient hope,
    Why have you suffer'd me to be imprison'd,
    Kept in a dark house, visited by the priest,
    And made the most notorious geck and gull
    That e'er invention play'd on? tell me why.

    OLIVIA
    Alas, Malvolio, this is not my writing,
    Though, I confess, 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 wast mad; then camest in smiling,
    And in such forms which here were presupposed
    Upon thee in the letter. Prithee, be content:
    This practise hath most shrewdly pass'd 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.

    FABIAN
    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,
    Most freely I confess, myself and Toby
    Set this device against Malvolio here,
    Upon some stubborn and uncourteous parts
    We had conceived against him: Maria writ
    The letter at Sir Toby's great importance;
    In recompense 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 justly weigh'd
    That have on both sides pass'd.

    OLIVIA
    Alas, poor fool, how have they baffled thee!

    Clown
    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 gagged:'
    and thus the whirligig of time brings in his revenges.

    MALVOLIO
    I'll be revenged on the whole pack of you.

    Exit

    OLIVIA
    He hath been most notoriously abused.

    DUKE ORSINO
    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 solemn combination shall be made
    Of our dear souls. Meantime, sweet sister,
    We will not part from hence. Cesario, come;
    For so you shall be, while you are a man;
    But when in other habits you are seen,
    Orsino's mistress and his fancy's queen.

    Exeunt all, except Clown

    Clown
    [Sings]
    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 estate,
    With hey, ho, & c.
    'Gainst knaves and thieves men shut their gate,
    For the rain, & c.
    But when I came, alas! to wive,
    With hey, ho, & c.
    By swaggering could I never thrive,
    For the rain, & c.
    But when I came unto my beds,
    With hey, ho, & c.
    With toss-pots still 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 strive to please you every day.

    Exit
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