_Duke._ Be not amazed; right noble is his blood. If this be so, as yet the glass seems true, I shall have share in this most happy wreck. [_To Viola_] Boy, thou hast said to me a thousand times Thou never shouldst love woman like to me. 260 _Vio._ And all those sayings will I over-swear; And all those swearings keep as true in soul As doth that orbed continent the fire That severs day from night. _Duke._ Give me thy hand; And let me see thee in thy woman's weeds. 265 _Vio._ The captain that did bring me first on shore Hath my maid's garments: he upon some action Is now in durance, at Malvolio's suit, A gentleman, and follower of my lady's. _Oli._ He shall enlarge him: fetch Malvolio hither: 270 And yet, alas, now I remember me, They say, poor gentleman, he's much distract. _Re-enter_ Clown _with a letter, and_ FABIAN. A most extracting frenzy of mine own From my remembrance clearly banish'd his. How does he, sirrah? 275 _Clo._ Truly, madam, he holds Belzebub at the stave's end as well as a man in his case may do: has here writ a letter to you; I should have given 't you to-day morning, but as a madman's epistles are no gospels, so it skills not much when they are delivered. 280 _Oli._ Open 't, and read it. _Clo._ Look then to be well edified when the fool delivers the madman. [_Reads_] By the Lord, madam,-- _Oli._ How now! art thou mad? _Clo._ No, madam, I do but read madness: an your ladyship 285 will have it as it ought to be, you must allow Vox. _Oli._ Prithee, read i' thy right wits. _Clo._ So I do, madonna; but to read his right wits is to read thus: therefore perpend, my princess, and give ear. _Oli._ Read it you, sirrah. [_To Fabian._ 290 _Fab._ [_Reads_] By the Lord, madam, you wrong me, and the world shall know it: though you have put me into darkness and given your drunken cousin rule over me, yet have I the benefit of my senses as well as your ladyship. I have your own letter that induced me to the semblance I put on; with the which I doubt not but to do 295 myself much right, or you much shame. Think of me as you please. I leave my duty a little unthought of and speak out of my injury. THE MADLY-USED MALVOLIO. _Oli._ Did he write this? _Clo._ Ay, madam. 300 _Duke._ This savours not much of distraction. _Oli._ See him deliver'd, Fabian; bring him hither. [_Exit Fabian._