Duke.
Is this the madman?

Oli.
Ay, my lord, this same: how now, Malvolio?

Mal.
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 can, in hand or phrase,
Or say 'tis not your seal, nor your invention.

Oli.
Alas, Malvolio, this is not my writing,
Tho', 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; pr'ythee, be content;
This practice hath most shrewdly past 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;
Most freely I confess my self and Toby
Set this device against Malvolio. Maria writ
The letter, at Sir Toby's great importance,
In recompence whereof he hath married her.
How with a sportful malice it was follow'd,
May rather pluck on laughter than revenge.

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

Clo.

Why, some are born great, some atchieve greatness, and some have greatness thrust 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 gogg'd: and thus the whirlgigg of time brings in his revenges.

Mal.
I'll be reveng'd on the whole pack of you. [Exit.

Oli.
He hath been most notoriously abus'd.

Duke.
Pursue him, and intreat 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. In the mean time, 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 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 bed,
  With hey, ho, &c.
With toss-pots I had drunken head,
  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.* ^note

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