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OLIVIA How now! art thou mad? Clown No, madam, I do but read madness: an your ladyship OLIVIA Prithee, read i' thy right wits. Clown So I do, madonna; but to read his right wits is to OLIVIA Read it you, sirrah. To FABIAN FABIAN [Reads] 'By the Lord, madam, you wrong me, and the OLIVIA Did he write this? Clown Ay, madam. DUKE ORSINO 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 DUKE ORSINO Madam, I am most apt to embrace your offer. To VIOLA Your master quits you; and for your service done him, |
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