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.