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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 everywhere. 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 numb'red 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 preserv'd 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, deceiv'd; |
You are betroth'd both to a maid and man. |
DUKE. Be not amaz'd; 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 all those swearings keep as true in soul |
As doth that orbed continent the fire |
That severs day from night. |
DUKE. 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 stave'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 |
deliver'd. |
OLIVIA. Open't, and read it. |
CLOWN. Look then to be well edified when the fool delivers the |
madman. [Reads madly ] '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. [To FABIAN] Read it you, sirrah. |
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-US'D MALVOLIO' |
OLIVIA. Did he write this? |
CLOWN. Ay, Madam. |
DUKE. 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 th' alliance on't, so please you, |
Here at my house, and at my proper cost. |
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