Boy,

I shall have share in this most happy wreck : thou hast said to me a thousand times,

[To Viola. Thou never should'st love woman like to me.

Vio. And all those sayings will I over-swear;
And all those swearings keep as true in soul.
As doth that orbed continent the fire
That severs day from pight.
Duke.

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

Vio. The captain, that did bring me first on shore, llath my maid's garments: he, upon some action, Is now in durance; at Malvolio's suit. A gentleman, and follower of my lady's. Oli. He shall enlarge bim :-Fetch Malvolio

hither: And yet, alas, now I remenzber me, They say, poor gentleman, he's much distract.

Re-enter Clown, with a letter.

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

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

Oli. Open it, and read it.

Clo. Look then to be well edified, when the fool delivers the madman :- By the lord, madam,

Oli. How now ! art thon mad?

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

Oli. Priythee, read i'thy right wits.

# Voice.

.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 hate 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 leade my duty a little unthought of, and speak out of my injury.

The madly-used Malvolio. Oli. Did he write this? Clo. Ay, madam. Duke. This savours 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, 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. Madam, I am most apt to embrace your

offer.Your master quits you ; [To Viola.] and, for your

service done him,
So much against the mettlet 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.
Oli.

A sister?--you are she.

Re-enter. Fabian, with Malvolio.

Duke. Is this the madman?

# Attend.

+ Frame and constitution.

Oli.

Ay, my lord, this same: 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: You must not now deny it is your hand, Write from it, if you cau, in hand, or phrase; Or say, 'ris 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 ine come spiling, 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 hare you suffer'd me to be imprison’d, Kept in a dark house, visited by the priest, And made the most notorious geckt, and gull, That e'er invention play'd on? tell me why.

Oli. 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 cam'st in smi

ling, And in such forms which here were presuppos'd Upon thee in the letter. Pr’ythee be content: This practice 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. 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 pot, Most freely I confess, myself, 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 sporttul 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 past.

Oli. Alas, poor fool! how have they baffledt thee!

Clo. Why, some are born great, some achieve greatness, and some have greatness thrown upon them. I was ove, 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. Mal. I'll be revenged on the whole pack of you.

(Erit. Oli. He hath been most notoriously abus’d.

Duke. Pursue him, and entreat him to 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.

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.
But when I came to man's estate,

IVith hey, ho, the wind and the rain,

* Importunacy.

+ Cheated.

Shall serve. 'Gainst knave and thief men shut their gate,

For the rain it ruineth every day.

But when I came, alas! to wide,

With hey, ho, the wind and the rain,
By swaggering could I never thrive,

For the rain it raineth every day.

but when I came unto my bed,

With hey, ho, the wind and the rain,
With toss pots still had drunken head,

For the rain it raineth every day.

A great while ago the world begun,

With hey, ho, the wind and the rain,
But that's all one, our play is done,
Aud we'll strive to please you every day.

(Erit.

This play is in the graver part elegant and easy, and in some of the lighter scenes exquisitely humorous. Ague-cheek is drawn with great propriety, but his character is, in a great measure, that of natural fatuity, and is therefore not the proper prey of a satirist. The soliloquy of Malvolio is truly comic; he is betrayed to ridicule merely by his pride. The marriage of Olivia, and the succeeding perplexity, though well enough contrived to divert on the stage, wants credibility, and fails to produce the proper instruction required in the drama, as it exhibits no just picture of life.

JOHNSON