_Oli._ He shall enlarge him:--Fetch Malvolio hither:-- And yet, alas, now I remember me, They say, poor gentleman, he's much distract. _Enter_ CLOWN, _with a Letter, and_ FABIAN. How does Malvolio, sirrah? _Clo._ Truly, madam, he holds Belzebub at the stave's end, as well as a man in his case may do: he has here writ a letter to you: I should have given it you to-day morning; but as a madman's epistles are no gospels, so it skills not much, when they are deliver'd. _Oli._ Open it, 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. _Oli._ [_To_ FABIAN.] Read it you, sirrah. _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 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. _Duke._ This savours not much of distraction. _Oli._ See him deliver'd, Fabian; bring him hither. [_Exit_ FABIAN. My lord, so please you, these things further thought on, To think me as well a sister as a wife, One day shall crown the alliance on't, so please you, Here at my house. _Duke._ Madam, I am most apt to embrace your offer.-- Your master quits you; [_To_ VIOLA.] and, for your service done him, Here is my hand; you shall from this time be Your master's mistress. _Enter_ MALVOLIO, _with a Letter, and_ FABIAN. _Duke._ Is this the madman? _Oli._ Ay, my lord, this same: How now, Malvolio? _Mal._ Madam, you have done me wrong, Notorious wrong. _Oli._ Have I, Malvolio? no. _Mal._ Lady, you have. Pray you peruse that letter: [_Gives_ OLIVIA _the 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. _Oli._ 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:-- Pr'ythee, be content: This practice 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.