_Fab._ Good madam, hear me speak: I do confess, Sir Toby, and myself, Set this device against Malvolio here, Upon some stubborn and uncourteous parts We had conceived against him: Maria writ The letter, at Sir Toby's great importance; In recompense whereof, he hath married her: How with a sportful malice it was follow'd, May rather pluck on laughter than revenge; If that the injuries be justly weigh'd, That have on both sides pass'd. _Oli._ Alas, poor fool! how have they baffled thee! _Fab._ Malvolio!-- _Clo._ Why,--_Some are born great, some achieve greatness, and some have greatness thrust upon them_--I was one, sir, in this interlude; one Sir Topas, sir:--_By the Lord fool, I am not mad_:--But do you remember? _Madam, why laugh you at such a barren rascal? an you smile not, he's gagg'd_:--And thus the whirligig of time brings in his revenges.--Ha, ha, ha! _Fab._ Ha, ha, ha!-- _Mal._ I'll be revenged on the whole pack of you. [_Exit_ MALVOLIO. _Oli._ He hath been most notoriously abused. Pursue him, and entreat him to a peace. [_Exit_ FABIAN. _Duke._ He hath not told us of the captain yet; When that is known, and golden time convents, A solemn combination shall be made Of our dear souls:--Meantime, sweet sister, We will not part from hence--Go, officers; We do discharge you of your prisoner. [_Exeunt Officers._ Antonio, thou hast well deserved our thanks: Thy kind protection of Cesario's person, (Although thou knew'st not then for whom thou fought'st,) Merits our favour: Henceforth, be forgotten All cause of anger: Thou hast a noble spirit, And as Sebastian's friend be ever near him.-- Cesario, come; For so you shall be, while you are a man; But, when in other habits you are seen, Orsino's mistress, and his fancy's queen. _The Clown sings._ _When that I was and a little tiny boy, With hey, ho, the wind and the rain, A foolish thing was but a toy; For the rain it raineth every day._ _But when I came to man's estate, With hey, ho, the wind and the rain, 'Gainst knave and thief men shut their gate; For the rain it raineth every day._ _But when I came, alas! to wive, With hey, ho, the wind and the rain, By swaggering could I never thrive; For the rain it raineth every day._ _But when I came unto my bed, With hey, ho, the wind, and the rain, With toss pots still had drunken head; For the rain it raineth every day._ _A great while ago the world begun, With hey, ho, the wind and the rain, But that's all one, our play is done, And we'll strive to please you every day._ [Exeunt.