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Oli. Read it you, sirrah. [[To Fabian].
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.