_Mal._ Fool, there was never man so notoriously abused: I am as well in my wits, fool, as thou art. _Clo._ But as well! then you are mad, indeed, if you be no better in your wits than a fool. _Mal._ Good fool, some ink, paper, and light, and convey what I will set down to my lady; it shall advantage thee more than ever the bearing of letter did. _Clo._ I will help you to't. But tell me true, are you not mad, indeed? or do you but counterfeit? _Mal._ Believe me, I am not: I tell thee true. _Clo._ Nay, I'll ne'er believe a madman, till I see his brains. I will fetch you light, and paper, and ink. _Mal._ Fool, I'll requite it in the highest degree. I pr'ythee, be gone. _Clo._ [_Shuts the door of the inner Room, and sings._] _I am gone, sir, And anon, sir, I'll be with you again, &c._ [_Exit._ SCENE V. OLIVIA'S _Garden_. _Enter_ SEBASTIAN. _Seb._ This is the air; that is the glorious sun; This pearl she gave me, I do feel't, and see't: And though 'tis wonder that enwraps me thus, Yet 'tis not madness. Where's Antonio then? I could not find him at the Elephant; His counsel now might do me golden service: For though my soul disputes well with my sense, That this may be some error, but no madness, Yet doth this accident and flood of fortune So far exceed all instance, all discourse, That I am ready to distrust mine eyes, And wrangle with my reason, that persuades me To any other trust, but that I am mad, Or else the lady's mad.--But here she comes. _Enter_ OLIVIA, _and a_ FRIAR. _Oli._ Blame not this haste of mine:--If you mean well, Now go with me, and with this holy man, Into the chantry by: there, before him, And underneath that consecrated roof, Plight me the full assurance of your faith; That my most jealous and too doubtful soul May live at peace: He shall conceal it, Whiles you are willing it shall come to note; What time we will our celebration keep According to my birth.--What do you say? _Seb._ I'll follow this good man, and go with you; And, having sworn truth, ever will be true. _Oli._ Then lead the way, good father: [_Exit_ FRIAR. And heavens so shine, That they may fairly note this act of mine! [_Exeunt._ ACT THE FIFTH. SCENE I. _The Street before_ OLIVIA'S _House_. _Enter_ CLOWN _and_ FABIAN. _Fab._ Now, as thou lovest me, let me see his letter. _Clo._ Good Master Fabian, grant me another request. _Fab._ Any thing. _Clo._ Do not desire to see this letter. _Fab._ That is, to give a dog, and, in recompense, desire my dog again.--The Duke Orsino.