Or fay, tis not your feale, not your invention s
You can fay none of this. Well, grant it then,
And tell me in the modeftie of honor,

Why you haue giuen me fuch cleare lights of fauour,
Bad me come fmiling, and croffe-garter'd to you,.
To put on yellow ftockings, and to frowne
Vpon fir Toby, and the lighter people:
And acting this in an obedient hope,
Why have you fuffer'd me to be imprifon'd,
Kept in a darke houfe, vifited by the Priest,
And made the most notorious gecke and gull,
That ere inuention plaid on ? Tell me why?

Ol, Alas Maluolio, this is not my writing,
Though I confeffe much like the Charra&er:
But out of queftion, tis Marias hand.
And now I do bechinke me, it was fhee

Firft told me thou waft mad; then cam'ft in fmiling,
And in fuch formes, which heere were prefuppos'd
Vpon thee in the Letter: prethee be content,
This practice hath moft fhrewdly paft vpon thee:
But when we know the grounds, and authors of it,
Thou shalt be both the Plaintiffe and the Iudge
Of thine owne caufe.

Fab. Good Madam heare me fpeake,
And let no quarrell, nor no braule to come,
Taint the condition of this prefent houre,
Which I haue wondred at. In hope it fhall not,
Moft freely I confeffe my felfe, and Toby
Set this deuice againft Maluolio heere,
Vpon fome Atubborne and vncourteous parts
We had conceiu'd against him. Maria writ
The Letter, at fir Tobyes great importance,
In recompence whereof, he hath married her:
How with a fportfull malice it was follow'd,
May rather plucke on laughter then reuenge,
Ifthat the injuries be iuftly weigh'd,
That haue on both fides paft.

Ol. Alas poore Foole,how haue they baffel'd thee? Clo. Why fome are borne great,fome archieue greatpeffe, and fome haue greatneffe throwne vpon them. I was one fir, in this Enterlude, one fir Topas fir, but that's

all one: By the Lord Foole, I am not mad: but do you remember, Madam, why laugh you at fuch a barren rafcall, and you fmile not he's gag'd: and thus the whirlegigge of time, brings in his reuenges.

Mal. Ile be reueng'd on the whole patke of you?
Ol. He hath bene most notoriously abus'd.
Da. Purfue him, and entreate him to a peace:
He hath not told vs of the Captaine yet,
When that is knowne, and golden time conuents
A folemne Combination fhall be made
Of our deere foules. Meane time fweet fifter,
We will not part from bence. Cefario come
(For fo you thall be while you are a man:)
But when in other habites you are feene,
Or find's Millris, and his fancies Queenc.

Clowne fings.

When that I was and a little tine boy, with bey, bo, the winde and the raine:

A foclifh thing was but a toy,

for the raine it raineth every day.

But when I came to mans eftate. with bey bo,&c.

Exennt

Gainft Knaues and Theeses men fout their gate, for the raine,&c.

But when I came alas to wine,
with bey beds.
Byfwaggering could I mener brins,
for the raine &c.

But when I came unto my beds,
with bey bo.&c.

Wab tofportes ftill had drunken beades, for the rains,&c.

A great while ago the worldbegon, bey be, &c.

But that's all one, our Play is done,

and wor'l frine to please you every day.