Part 24

_Vio._ I shall be much bound to you for't: I am one that had rather go with sir priest than sir knight: I care not who knows so much of my mettle. [_Exeunt._ 260

_Re-enter_ SIR TOBY, _with_ SIR ANDREW.

_Sir To._ Why, man, he's a very devil; I have not seen such a firago. I had a pass with him, rapier, scabbard and all, and he gives me the stuck in with such a mortal motion, that it is inevitable; and on the answer, he pays you as surely as your feet hit the ground they step on. They say 265 he has been fencer to the Sophy.

_Sir And._ Pox on't, I'll not meddle with him.

_Sir To._ Ay, but he will not now be pacified: Fabian can scarce hold him yonder.

_Sir And._ Plague on't, an I thought he had been valiant 270 and so cunning in fence, I'ld have seen him damned ere I'ld have challenged him. Let him let the matter slip, and I'll give him my horse, grey Capilet.

_Sir To._ I'll make the motion: stand here, make a good show on't: this shall end without the perdition of souls. 275 [_Aside_] Marry, I'll ride your horse as well as I ride you.

_Re-enter_ FABIAN _and_ VIOLA.

[_To Fab._] I have his horse to take up the quarrel: I have persuaded him the youth's a devil.

_Fab._ He is as horribly conceited of him; and pants and looks pale, as if a bear were at his heels. 280

_Sir To._ [_To Vio._] There's no remedy, sir; he will fight with you for's oath sake: marry, he hath better bethought him of his quarrel, and he finds that now scarce to be worth talking of: therefore draw, for the supportance of his vow; he protests he will not hurt you. 285

_Vio._ [_Aside_] Pray God defend me! A little thing would make me tell them how much I lack of a man.

_Fab._ Give ground, if you see him furious.

_Sir To._ Come, Sir Andrew, there's no remedy; the gentleman will, for his honour's sake, have one bout with 290 you; he cannot by the duello avoid it: but he has promised me, as he is a gentleman and a soldier, he will not hurt you. Come on; to't.

_Sir And._ Pray God, he keep his oath!

_Vio._ I do assure you, 'tis against my will. [_They draw._ 295

_Enter_ ANTONIO.

_Ant._ Put up your sword. If this young gentleman Have done offence, I take the fault on me: If you offend him, I for him defy you.

_Sir To._ You, sir! why, what are you?

_Ant._ One, sir, that for his love dares yet do more 300 Than you have heard him brag to you he will.

_Sir To._ Nay, if you be an undertaker, I am for you. [_They draw._

_Enter_ Officers.

_Fab._ O good Sir Toby, hold! here come the officers.

_Sir To._ I'll be with you anon.

_Vio._ Pray, sir, put your sword up, if you please. 305

_Sir And._ Marry, will I, sir; and, for that I promised you, I 'll be as good as my word: he will bear you easily and reins well.

_First Off._ This is the man; do thy office.

_Sec. Off._ Antonio, I arrest thee at the suit of Count Orsino. 310

_Ant._ You do mistake me, sir.

_First Off._ No, sir, no jot; I know your favour well, Though now you have no sea-cap on your head. Take him away: he knows I know him well. 315

_Ant._ I must obey. [_To Vio._] This comes with seeking you: But there's no remedy; I shall answer it. What will you do, now my necessity Makes me to ask you for my purse? It grieves me Much more for what I cannot do for you 320 Than what befalls myself. You stand amazed; But be of comfort.

_Sec. Off._ Come, sir, away.

_Ant._ I must entreat of you some of that money.

_Vio._ What money, sir? 325 For the fair kindness you have show'd me here, And, part, being prompted by your present trouble, Out of my lean and low ability I'll lend you something: my having is not much; I'll make division of my present with you: 330 Hold, there's half my coffer.

_Ant._ Will you deny me now? Is't possible that my deserts to you Can lack persuasion? Do not tempt my misery, Lest that it make me so unsound a man As to upbraid you with those kindnesses 335 That I have done for you.

_Vio._ I know of none; Nor know I you by voice or any feature: I hate ingratitude more in a man Than lying, vainness, babbling, drunkenness, Or any taint of vice whose strong corruption 340 Inhabits our frail blood.

_Ant._ O heavens themselves!

_Sec. Off._ Come, sir, I pray you, go.

_Ant._ Let me speak a little. This youth that you see here I snatch'd one half out of the jaws of death; Relieved him with such sanctity of love; 345 And to his image, which methought did promise Most venerable worth, did I devotion.

_First Off._ What's that to us? The time goes by: away!

_Ant._ But O how vile an idol proves this god! Thou hast, Sebastian, done good feature shame. 350 In nature there's no blemish but the mind; None can be call'd deform'd but the unkind: Virtue is beauty; but the beauteous evil Are empty trunks, o'erflourish'd by the devil.

_First Off._ The man grows mad: away with him! Come, come, sir. 355

_Ant._ Lead me on. [_Exit with Officers._

_Vio._ Methinks his words do from such passion fly, That he believes himself: so do not I. Prove true, imagination, O, prove true, That I, dear brother, be now ta'en for you! 360

_Sir To._ Come hither, knight; come hither, Fabian: we'll whisper o'er a couplet or two of most sage saws.

_Vio._ He named Sebastian: I my brother know Yet living in my glass; even such and so In favour was my brother, and he went 365 Still in this fashion, colour, ornament, For him I imitate: O, if it prove, Tempests are kind and salt waves fresh in love! [_Exit._

_Sir To._ A very dishonest paltry boy, and more a coward than a hare: his dishonesty appears in leaving his friend 370 here in necessity and denying him; and for his cowardship, ask Fabian.

_Fab._ A coward, a most devout coward, religious in it.

_Sir And._ 'Slid, I'll after him again and beat him.

_Sir To._ Do; cuff him soundly, but never draw thy 375 sword.

_Sir And._ An I do not,-- [_Exit._

_Fab._ Come, let's see the event.

_Sir To._ I dare lay any money 'twill be nothing yet. [_Exeunt._

LINENOTES:

## SCENE IV.] SCENE VII. Pope.

OLIVIA'S garden.] Capell. Olivia's house. Rowe.

[1] _he says he'll_] _say, he will_ Theobald.

[2, 3] _bestow of him? For youth is ... borrow'd_] _bestow? for youth Is ... borrow'd of_ Badham conj.

[2] _of_] _on_ Pope.

[4,5] _I speak ... civil_] Printed as in Pope; as one line in Ff.

[5] _Where is_] Pope. _Where's_ Ff.

[7-10] _Where is ... rave?_] As prose in Pope; as three lines in Ff, ending _madam ... madam ... rave?_ As three lines in Hanmer, ending _madam ... possest ... rave?_

[8] _He's_] _He is_ Hanmer.

_very_] om. Hanmer.

[11] _nothing_] _nothing else_ Hanmer, who reads lines 11-14 as four verses, ending _smile; ... guard ... man ... hither._

[13] _in 's_] _in his_ Hanmer.

[14] [Exit M.] Dyce.

_I am_] _I'm_ Pope.

[15] _merry_] _mercy_ F2.

Re-enter M. with Malvolio.] Dyce. Enter Malvolio. Ff (after _hither_, line 14).

[16] _How_] Ol. _How_ F2.

[17] _ho, ho_] F1. _ha, ha_ F2 F3 F4. om. Capell, reading _How now ... thou?_ as one line.

[Smiles fantastically. Rowe (smile. ed. I.)

[18, 19] _Smilest ... occasion_] As one line in Ff.

[20-25] _Sad ... thee?_] Printed as seven lines in Ff, ending _sad ... blood ... that? ... true ... all ... man ... thee?_

[23] _is_] _it_ F2. _has it_ Capell.

[24] Oli.] Mal. F1.

[28] _the sweet_] _that sweet_ Rowe (ed. 2).

[38] _meanest_] _meanst_ F1.

[47] _Thy_] _My_ Lettsom conj.

[53] _very_] _a very_ Rann.

[54] _Count_] _Duke_ Rowe.

[57] [Exit Servant.] Capell.

[58] _cousin_] _uncle_ Rowe (ed. 2).

[60] [Exeunt O. and M.] Capell. Exit. Ff.

[61] SCENE VIII. Pope.

[66] _tang with_] _langer with_ F1. _tang_ Capell.

[70] _Jove's_] _God's_ Halliwell. _Love's_ Grant White conj.

[71] _Jove_] _God_ Halliwell. _Love_ Grant White conj.

[78] Re-enter....] Capell. Enter T., F., and M. Ff.

[79] SCENE IX. Pope.

_sanctity_] _sanity_ S. Walker conj.

[82] _How is't_] Sir To. _How is't_ Anon. conj.

[84] _private_] _privacy_ Rowe.

[91] _me_] _him_ Rowe.

_do you_] _do you do_ F4.

[95] _an_] Capell. _and_ Ff. _if_ Pope.

[103] _this_] _that_ F4.

[104] _let me alone with him_] Omitted in F3 F4.

[107] _bawcock_] F1 F2. _havock_ F3 F4.

[110] _Ay, Biddy, come with me._] See note (XI).

[116] Mar.] Fab. Anon. conj.

[125] _lest_] F4. _least_ F1 F2 F3.

[128] _will_] _well_ F2.

[136] SCENE X. Pope.

[140] _Ay, is't_] Collier. _I, is't?_ F1 F2. _I, is't?_ F3 F4. _Ay, is it,_ Boswell.

[141] [Reads.] Rowe.

[146] _good_] _very good_ Rowe (ed 1).

[151] _to_] om. Rowe.

_sense--less_] _sence-lesse_ F1 F2. _sense-lesse_ F3. _sense-less_ F4. _senseless_ Capell.

[159] _mine_] _thine_ Johnson conj.

[162] _If_] To. _If_ Ff.

[168] _bum-baily_] _bum-bailiff_ Theobald.

[169] _horrible_] F1. _horribly_ F2 F3 F4.

[180] _it comes_] F1 F2. _that it comes_ F3 F4.

[186] Re-enter O. and V.] Collier (after line 184). Enter O. and V. Ff.

[187] SCENE XL Pope.

[190] [Exeunt Sir T., F. and M.] Capell. Exeunt. F2 F3 F4. om. F1.

[191] _I have_] _I've_ Pope.

[192] _out_] Theobald. _on't_ Ff.

[196, 197] _'haviour that your ... Goes ... grief_] _'haviour Your ... goes ... grief_ Capell conj.

[197] _Goes ... grief_] Rowe. _Goes ... greefes_ F1 F2. _Goes ... griefs_ F3 F4. _Go ... griefs_ Malone.

[202] _That honour saved_] _That honour (sav'd)_ F1 F2. _That (honour sav'd)_ F3 F4.

[208] SCENE XII. Pope.

[212] _intercepter_] _interpreter_ Warburton.

[216] _sir; I am sure_] Theobald. _sir I am sure,_ F1 F2. _sir, I am sure,_ F3 F4. _sir, I am sure_ Rowe.

[222] _man_] _a man_ F3 F4.

[224] _knight_] _a knight_ Collier MS.

_unhatched_] _unhack'd_ Pope. _an hatcht_ Malone conj.

[229] _nob_] _nod_ Rowe (ed. 2).

[234] _Sir, no_] _No, sir, no_ Hanmer.

_derives_] _drives_ F4.

[235] _competent_] F4. _computent_ F1 F2 F3.

[238] _him:_] F1 F3 F4. _him?_ F2. _to him;_ Hanmer.

_or_] _and_ Hanmer.

_your sword_] _you of sword_ Anon. conj.

[241] _as uncivil_] _an uncivil_ Capell (corrected in MS.).

[242] _as to know_] _to know_ Capell.

[260] [Exeunt.] om. Capell. See note (XII).

Re-enter....] Capell. Enter Toby and Andrew. Ff. Re-enter Sir T. with Sir A. hanging back. Collier (Collier MS.).

[261] SCENE XIII. Pope. SCENE V. Dyce and Staunton.

[262] _firago_] _virago_ Rowe.

[263] _stuck in_] _stuck--in_ Johnson. _stuck-in_, Capell. _stuckin_ Singer.

[264] _you_] _your_ F2.

[265] _hit_] Rowe. _hits_ Ff.

[269] _yonder_] om. Rowe.

[270] _an_] Theobald. _and_ Ff. _if_ Pope.

[273] _Capilet_] _Capulet_ Dyce.

[276] [_Aside_] Theobald.

Re-enter F. and V.] Enter F. and V. Ff. om. Capell. Enter F. and V. unwillingly. Collier MS.

[277] [To Fab.] Rowe.

_take up_] _make up_ Anon. conj.

[281] [To Vio.] Capell.

[282] _oath sake_] _oath's sake_ Capell.

[283] _scarce to be_] _to be scarce_ Capell conj.

[286] [Aside] Capell.

[295] SCENE XIV. Pope.

[They draw.] Rowe. They go back from each other. Collier (Collier MS.).

Enter A.] Ff (after line 294). Enter A.; draws, and runs between. Capell.

[298] [Drawing. Rowe.

[302] [They draw.] Edd. Draws. Rowe.

Enter Officers.] Enter two Officers. Capell. Enter Officers. Dyce and Staunton (after line 308).

[304] [To Antonio. Capell.

[305] [To Sir Andrew. Rowe.

[310-312] As two lines in Capell, ending _suit ... sir._

[310] _Count_] _Duke_ Rowe.

[316] [To Vio.] Collier.

[318, 319] _do, now ... purse?_] Dyce and Staunton. _do: now ... purse._ F1. _doe? now ... purse._ F2 F3 F4.

[324] _money_] _money back_ Capell, reading 323-325 as two lines, ending _you ... sir?_

[331] _Hold, there's_] _Hold, There's_ S. Walker conj.

_there's_] _there is_ Hanmer.

_now?_] F3 F4. _now,_ F1 F2.

[334] _Lest_] F4. _Least_ F1 F2 F3.

[339] _lying, vainness, babbling, drunkenness_] Steevens (1793). _lying, vainnesse, babling drunkennesse_ Ff. _lying vainness, babbling drunkenness_ Rowe (ed. 2).

[342] _pray you, go_] _pray, go_ S. Walker conj., ending the line at _little_. _pray you_ Lloyd conj.

[343] _speak_] _but speak_ Hanmer.

_This youth_] _Why, this youth_ Hanmer, ending lines 342, 343 at _speak ... here_.

[345] _love;_] Ff. _love,--_ Capell. After this S. Walker supposes a line to be lost.

[346] _his_] _this_ S. Walker conj.

[347] _venerable_] _veritable_ Collier (Collier MS.).

[349] _vile_] Pope. _vilde_ F1 F2 F3. _vild_ F4.

[353] _beauteous evil_] _beauteous-evil_ Malone.

[355] _The man_] _Surely the man_ Hanmer.

_Come_] 2. Off. _Come_ Capell. This word begins a line in Ff.

[356] with Officers.] Theobald. om. Ff.

[362] _we'll_] _Weel_ F1. _Well_ F2 F3 F4.

[367] _O, if_] _so if_ Becket conj.

[368] [Exit.] F2 F3 F4. om. F1.

[373] _a most_] om. Hanmer.

[374] _'Slid_] _Od's lid_ Hanmer.

[375] _never_] _ne'er_ Hanmer.

[377] _An_] _Theobald_. _And_ Ff. _If_ Pope.

_not,--_] Theobald. _not._ Ff.

[378] _let's_] _let us_ Hanmer.

[379] _any_] om. Hanmer.

[Exeunt.] Rowe. [Exit. Ff.

## ACT IV.

## SCENE I. _Before_ OLIVIA'S _house_.

_Enter_ SEBASTIAN _and_ Clown.

_Clo._ Will you make me believe that I am not sent for you?

_Seb._ Go to, go to, thou art a foolish fellow: Let me be clear of thee.

_Clo._ Well held out, i' faith! No, I do not know you; 5 nor I am not sent to you by my lady, to bid you come speak with her; nor your name is not Master Cesario; nor this is not my nose neither. Nothing that is so is so.

_Seb._ I prithee, vent thy folly somewhere else: Thou know'st not me. 10

_Clo._ Vent my folly! he has heard that word of some great man and now applies it to a fool. Vent my folly! I am afraid this great lubber, the world, will prove a cockney. I prithee now, ungird thy strangeness and tell me what I shall vent to my lady: shall I vent to her that thou art 15 coming?

_Seb._ I prithee, foolish Greek, depart from me: There's money for thee: if you tarry longer, I shall give worse payment.

_Clo._ By my troth, thou hast an open hand. These wise 20 men that give fools money get themselves a good report--after fourteen years' purchase.

_Enter_ SIR ANDREW, SIR TOBY, _and_ FABIAN.

_Sir And._ Now, sir, have I met you again? there's for you.

_Seb._ Why, there's for thee, and there, and there. 25 Are all the people mad?

_Sir To._ Hold, sir, or I'll throw your dagger o'er the house.

_Clo._ This will I tell my lady straight: I would not be in some of your coats for two pence. 30 [_Exit._

_Sir To._ Come on, sir; hold.

_Sir And._ Nay, let him alone: I'll go another way to work with him; I'll have an action of battery against him, if there be any law in Illyria: though I stroke him first, yet it's no matter for that. 35

_Seb._ Let go thy hand.

_Sir To._ Come, sir, I will not let you go. Come, my young soldier, put up your iron: you are well fleshed; come on.

_Seb._ I will be free from thee. What wouldst thou now? 40 If thou darest tempt me further, draw thy sword.

_Sir To._ What, what? Nay, then I must have an ounce or two of this malapert blood from you.

_Enter_ OLIVIA.

_Oli._ Hold, Toby; on thy life, I charge thee, hold!

_Sir To._ Madam! 45

_Oli._ Will it be ever thus? Ungracious wretch, Fit for the mountains and the barbarous caves, Where manners ne'er were preach'd! out of my sight! Be not offended, dear Cesario. Rudesby, be gone! [_Exeunt Sir Toby, Sir Andrew, and Fabian._

I prithee, gentle friend, 50 Let thy fair wisdom, not thy passion, sway In this uncivil and unjust extent Against thy peace. Go with me to my house; And hear thou there how many fruitless pranks This ruffian hath botch'd up, that thou thereby 55 Mayst smile at this: thou shalt not choose but go: Do not deny. Beshrew his soul for me, He started one poor heart of mine in thee.

_Seb._ What relish is in this? how runs the stream? Or I am mad, or else this is a dream: 60 Let fancy still my sense in Lethe steep; If it be thus to dream, still let me sleep!

_Oli._ Nay, come, I prithee: would thou'ldst be ruled by me!

_Seb._ Madam, I will.

_Oli._ O, say so, and so be! [_Exeunt._

LINENOTES:

## SCENE I. Before....] The street before.... Capell. The street. Rowe.

om. Ff.

[9, 10] Arranged as in Capell; as prose in Ff.

[13] _great lubber, the world_] _great lubberly World_ Collier MS. _great luberly word_ Grant White (Douce conj.). _lubberly word_ Staunton conj. See note (XIII).

[15] _that thou_] _that that_ F2.

[17] _Greek_] F3 F4. _greeke_ F1 F2. _geck_ Hanmer (Theobald conj.). _grig_ or _gleeker_ Anon. conj.

[17-19] Arranged as in Capell; as prose in Ff.

[19] _worse_] _worser_ Anon. conj.

[21] _report--_] Staunton. _report,_ Ff.

[24] [Striking Sebastian. Rowe.

[25] _and there, and there_] _and there, and there, and there_ Capell.

[Beating Sir Andrew. Rowe.

[30] [Exit.] Rowe. om. Ff.

[31] _Come on, sir_] _Come, sir_ Rann. _Come off, sir_ Anon. conj.

[Holding Sebastian. Rowe.

[34] be] he F2.

[_stroke_] F1 F2. _strook_ F3. _struck_ F4.

[38] _put up ... fleshed_] [To Sir And.] _put up ... fleshed_ Badham conj.

[40] [Wrenches from him and draws. Capell.

[43] [They draw and fight. Rowe.

[44] SCENE II. Pope.

[50] [Exeunt....] Capell. Exeunt Sir T. and Sir A. Rowe.

[55] _botched_] _bouch'd_ Becket conj.

[63] _prithee_] _pray_ Pope.

## SCENE II. OLIVIA'S _house_.

_Enter_ MARIA _and_ CLOWN.

_Mar._ Nay, I prithee, put on this gown and this beard; make him believe thou art Sir Topas the curate: do it quickly; I'll call Sir Toby the whilst. [_Exit._

_Clo._ Well, I'll put it on, and I will dissemble myself in 't; and I would I were the first that ever dissembled in 5 such a gown. I am not tall enough to become the function well, nor lean enough to be thought a good student; but to be said an honest man and a good housekeeper goes as fairly as to say a careful man and a great scholar. The competitors enter. 10

_Enter_ SIR TOBY _and_ MARIA.

_Sir To._ Jove bless thee, master Parson.

_Clo._ Bonos dies, Sir Toby: for, as the old hermit of Prague, that never saw pen and ink, very wittily said to a niece of King Gorboduc, 'That that is is;' so I, being master Parson, am master Parson; for, what is 'that' but 'that,' 15 and 'is' but 'is'?

_Sir To._ To him, Sir Topas.

_Clo._ What, ho, I say! peace in this prison!

_Sir To._ The knave counterfeits well; a good knave.

_Mal._ [_within_] Who calls there? 20

_Clo._ Sir Topas the curate, who comes to visit Malvolio the lunatic.

_Mal._ Sir Topas, Sir Topas, good Sir Topas, go to my lady.

_Clo._ Out, hyperbolical fiend! how vexest thou this 25 man! talkest thou nothing but of ladies?

_Sir To._ Well said, master Parson.

_Mal._ Sir Topas, never was man thus wronged: good Sir Topas, do not think I am mad: they have laid me here in hideous darkness. 30

_Clo._ Fie, thou dishonest Satan! I call thee by the most modest terms; for I am one of those gentle ones that will use the devil himself with courtesy: sayest thou that house is dark?

_Mal._ As hell, Sir Topas. 35

_Clo._ Why, it hath bay windows transparent as barricadoes, and the clearstores toward the south north are as lustrous as ebony; and yet complainest thou of obstruction?

_Mal._ I am not mad, Sir Topas: I say to you, this house is dark. 40

_Clo._ Madman, thou errest: I say, there is no darkness but ignorance; in which thou art more puzzled than the Egyptians in their fog.

_Mal._ I say, this house is as dark as ignorance, though ignorance were as dark as hell; and I say, there was never 45 man thus abused. I am no more mad than you are: make the trial of it in any constant question.

_Clo._ What is the opinion of Pythagoras concerning wild fowl?

_Mal._ That the soul of our grandam might haply inhabit 50 a bird.

_Clo._ What thinkest thou of his opinion?

_Mal._ I think nobly of the soul, and no way approve his opinion.

_Clo._ Fare thee well. Remain thou still in darkness: 55 thou shalt hold the opinion of Pythagoras ere I will allow of thy wits; and fear to kill a woodcock, lest thou dispossess the soul of thy grandam. Fare thee well.

_Mal._ Sir Topas, Sir Topas!

_Sir To._ My most exquisite Sir Topas! 60

_Clo._ Nay, I am for all waters.

_Mar._ Thou mightst have done this without thy beard and gown: he sees thee not.

_Sir To._ To him in thine own voice, and bring me word how thou findest him: I would we were well rid of this 65 knavery. If he may be conveniently delivered, I would he were; for I am now so far in offence with my niece, that I cannot pursue with any safety this sport to the upshot. Come by and by to my chamber. [_Exeunt Sir Toby and Maria._

_Clo._ [_Singing_] Hey, Robin, jolly Robin, 70 Tell me how thy lady does.

_Mal._ Fool,----

_Clo._ My lady is unkind, perdy.

_Mal._ Fool,----

_Clo._ Alas, why is she so? 75

_Mal._ Fool, I say,----

_Clo._ She loves another--Who calls, ha?

_Mal._ Good fool, as ever thou wilt deserve well at my hand, help me to a candle, and pen, ink and paper: as I am a gentleman, I will live to be thankful to thee for't. 80

_Clo._ Master Malvolio?

_Mal._ Ay, good fool.

_Clo._ Alas, sir, how fell you besides your five wits?

_Mal._ Fool, there was never man so notoriously abused: I am as well in my wits, fool, as thou art. 85

_Clo._ But as well? then you are mad indeed, if you be no better in your wits than a fool.

_Mal._ They have here propertied me; keep me in darkness, send ministers to me, asses, and do all they can to face me out of my wits. 90

_Clo._ Advise you what you say; the minister is here. Malvolio, Malvolio, thy wits the heavens restore! endeavour thyself to sleep, and leave thy vain bibble babble.

_Mal._ Sir Topas,----

_Clo._ Maintain no words with him, good fellow. Who, 95 I, sir? not I, sir. God be wi' you, good Sir Topas. Marry, amen. I will, sir, I will.

_Mal._ Fool, fool, fool, I say,----

_Clo._ Alas, sir, be patient. What say you, sir? I am shent for speaking to you. 100

_Mal._ Good fool, help me to some light and some paper: I tell thee, I am as well in my wits as any man in Illyria.

_Clo._ Well-a-day that you were, sir!

_Mal._ By this hand, I am. Good fool, some ink, paper 105 and light; and convey what I will set down to my lady: it shall advantage thee more than ever the bearing of letter did.

_Clo._ I will help you to't. But tell me true, are you not mad indeed? or do you but counterfeit? 110

_Mal._ Believe me, I am not; I tell thee true.