Page 627 - Shakespeare - Vol. 3

So far beneath your soft and tender breeding, [315]
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.

Enter (Fabian with) Malvolio.

DUKE
Is this the madman?

OLIVIA
Ay, my lord, this same.
How now, Malvolio?

MALVOLIO
Madam, you have done me wrong, [320]
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, not your invention: [325]
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 [330]
Upon Sir Toby, and the lighter people;
And acting this in an obedient hope,

Why have you suffer’d me to be imprison’d,