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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 smiling, |
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. |
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 conceiv'd 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 past. |
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 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 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.] |
CLOWN. |
Song. |
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, the wind and the rain, |
'Gainst knave and thief men shut their gate, |
For the rain it raineth every day. |
But when I came, alas! to wive, |
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, |
And we'll strive to please you every day. |
[Exit.] |