beneath your soft and tender breeding, And since you call'd me master for so long, Here is my hand: you
shall from this time be Your master's mistress. OLIVIA
A sister! you are she.
Re-enter FABIAN, with MALVOLIO DUKE ORSINO
Is this the madman? OLIVIA
Ay, my lord, this same. How now, Malvolio! MALVOLIO
Madam, you have done me wrong, Notorious wrong. OLIVIA
Have I, Malvolio? no. MALVOLIO
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: You can say none of this: well, grant it
then And tell me, in the modesty of honour, Why you have given me such clear lights of favour, Bade me
come smiling and cross-garter'd to you, To put on yellow stockings and to frown Upon Sir Toby and the
lighter people; And, acting this in an obedient hope, Why have you suffer'd me to be imprison'd, Kept in a
dark house, visited by the priest, And made the most notorious geck and gull That e'er invention play'd
on? tell me why. OLIVIA
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 camest in smiling, And
in such forms which here were presupposed Upon thee in the letter. Prithee, be content: This practise
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 conceived 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 pass'd. OLIVIA
Alas, poor fool, how have they baffled thee!
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