Duke. Madam, I am most apt to embrace your offer.
[To Viola] Your master quits you; and for your service done him,
So much against the [mettle] of your sex,
So far beneath your soft and tender breeding,
And since you call'd me master for so long,
Here is my hand: you shall from this time be
Your master's [mistress].
Oli. A sister! you are she.
[Re-enter Fabian, with Malvolio.]
Duke. Is this the madman?