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Twelfth Night, or What You Will

ACT I

SCENE I. DUKE ORSINO's palace.

DUKE ORSINOIf music be the food of love, play on;
Give me excess of it, that, surfeiting,
The appetite may sicken, and so die.
That strain again! it had a dying fall:
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 5O, it came o'er my ear like the sweet sound,
That breathes upon a bank of violets,
Stealing and giving odour! Enough; no more:
'Tis not so sweet now as it was before.
O spirit of love! how quick and fresh art thou,
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 10That, notwithstanding thy capacity
Receiveth as the sea, nought enters there,
Of what validity and pitch soe'er,
But falls into abatement and low price,
Even in a minute: so full of shapes is fancy
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 15That it alone is high fantastical.
CURIOWill you go hunt, my lord?
DUKE ORSINOWhat, Curio?
CURIOThe hart.
DUKE ORSINOWhy, so I do, the noblest that I have:
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 20O, when mine eyes did see Olivia first,
Methought she purged the air of pestilence!
That instant was I turn'd into a hart;
And my desires, like fell and cruel hounds,
E'er since pursue me.
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 25How now! what news from her?
VALENTINESo please my lord, I might not be admitted;
But from her handmaid do return this answer:
The element itself, till seven years' heat,
Shall not behold her face at ample view;
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 30But, like a cloistress, she will veiled walk
And water once a day her chamber round
With eye-offending brine: all this to season
A brother's dead love, which she would keep fresh
And lasting in her sad remembrance.
DUKE ORSINOAct 1 Sc 1 Ln 35O, she that hath a heart of that fine frame
To pay this debt of love but to a brother,
How will she love, when the rich golden shaft
Hath kill'd the flock of all affections else
That live in her; when liver, brain and heart,
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 40These sovereign thrones, are all supplied, and fill'd
Her sweet perfections with one self king!
Away before me to sweet beds of flowers:
Love-thoughts lie rich when canopied with bowers.

ACT I

SCENE II. The sea-coast.

VIOLAWhat country, friends, is this?
CaptainThis is Illyria, lady.
VIOLAAnd what should I do in Illyria?
My brother he is in Elysium.
Act 1 Sc 2 Ln 5Perchance he is not drown'd: what think you, sailors?
CaptainIt is perchance that you yourself were saved.
VIOLAO my poor brother! and so perchance may he be.
CaptainTrue, madam: and, to comfort you with chance,
Assure yourself, after our ship did split,
Act 1 Sc 2 Ln 10When you and those poor number saved with you
Hung on our driving boat, I saw your brother,
Most provident in peril, bind himself,
Courage and hope both teaching him the practise,
To a strong mast that lived upon the sea;
Act 1 Sc 2 Ln 15Where, like Arion on the dolphin's back,
I saw him hold acquaintance with the waves
So long as I could see.
VIOLAFor saying so, there's gold:
Mine own escape unfoldeth to my hope,
Act 1 Sc 2 Ln 20Whereto thy speech serves for authority,
The like of him. Know'st thou this country?
CaptainAy, madam, well; for I was bred and born
Not three hours' travel from this very place.
VIOLAWho governs here?
CaptainAct 1 Sc 2 Ln 25A noble duke, in nature as in name.
VIOLAWhat is the name?
CaptainOrsino.
VIOLAOrsino! I have heard my father name him:
He was a bachelor then.
CaptainAct 1 Sc 2 Ln 30And so is now, or was so very late;
For but a month ago I went from hence,
And then 'twas fresh in murmur, — as, you know,
What great ones do the less will prattle of, —
That he did seek the love of fair Olivia.
VIOLAAct 1 Sc 2 Ln 35What's she?
CaptainA virtuous maid, the daughter of a count
That died some twelvemonth since, then leaving her
In the protection of his son, her brother,
Who shortly also died: for whose dear love,
Act 1 Sc 2 Ln 40They say, she hath abjured the company
And sight of men.
VIOLAO that I served that lady
And might not be delivered to the world,
Till I had made mine own occasion mellow,
Act 1 Sc 2 Ln 45What my estate is!
CaptainThat were hard to compass;
Because she will admit no kind of suit,
No, not the duke's.
VIOLAThere is a fair behavior in thee, captain;
Act 1 Sc 2 Ln 50And though that nature with a beauteous wall
Doth oft close in pollution, yet of thee
I will believe thou hast a mind that suits
With this thy fair and outward character.
I prithee, and I'll pay thee bounteously,
Act 1 Sc 2 Ln 55Conceal me what I am, and be my aid
For such disguise as haply shall become
The form of my intent. I'll serve this duke:
Thou shall present me as an eunuch to him:
It may be worth thy pains; for I can sing
Act 1 Sc 2 Ln 60And speak to him in many sorts of music
That will allow me very worth his service.
What else may hap to time I will commit;
Only shape thou thy silence to my wit.
CaptainBe you his eunuch, and your mute I'll be:
Act 1 Sc 2 Ln 65When my tongue blabs, then let mine eyes not see.
VIOLAI thank thee: lead me on.

ACT I

SCENE III. OLIVIA'S house.

SIR TOBY BELCHWhat a plague means my niece, to take the death of
her brother thus? I am sure care's an enemy to life.
MARIABy my troth, Sir Toby, you must come in earlier o'
nights: your cousin, my lady, takes great
Act 1 Sc 3 Ln 5exceptions to your ill hours.
SIR TOBY BELCHWhy, let her except, before excepted.
MARIAAy, but you must confine yourself within the modest
limits of order.
SIR TOBY BELCHConfine! I'll confine myself no finer than I am:
Act 1 Sc 3 Ln 10these clothes are good enough to drink in; and so be
these boots too: an they be not, let them hang
themselves in their own straps.
MARIAThat quaffing and drinking will undo you: I heard
my lady talk of it yesterday; and of a foolish
Act 1 Sc 3 Ln 15knight that you brought in one night here to be her wooer.
SIR TOBY BELCHWho, Sir Andrew Aguecheek?
MARIAAy, he.
SIR TOBY BELCHHe's as tall a man as any's in Illyria.
MARIAWhat's that to the purpose?
SIR TOBY BELCHAct 1 Sc 3 Ln 20Why, he has three thousand ducats a year.
MARIAAy, but he'll have but a year in all these ducats:
he's a very fool and a prodigal.
SIR TOBY BELCHFie, that you'll say so! he plays o' the
viol-de-gamboys, and speaks three or four languages
Act 1 Sc 3 Ln 25word for word without book, and hath all the good
gifts of nature.
MARIAHe hath indeed, almost natural: for besides that
he's a fool, he's a great quarreller: and but that
he hath the gift of a coward to allay the gust he
Act 1 Sc 3 Ln 30hath in quarrelling, 'tis thought among the prudent
he would quickly have the gift of a grave.
SIR TOBY BELCHBy this hand, they are scoundrels and subtractors
that say so of him. Who are they?
MARIAThey that add, moreover, he's drunk nightly in your company.
SIR TOBY BELCHAct 1 Sc 3 Ln 35With drinking healths to my niece: I'll drink to
her as long as there is a passage in my throat and
drink in Illyria: he's a coward and a coystrill
that will not drink to my niece till his brains turn
o' the toe like a parish-top. What, wench!
Act 1 Sc 3 Ln 40Castiliano vulgo! for here comes Sir Andrew Agueface.
SIR ANDREWSir Toby Belch! how now, Sir Toby Belch!
SIR TOBY BELCHSweet Sir Andrew!
SIR ANDREWBless you, fair shrew.
MARIAAnd you too, sir.
SIR TOBY BELCHAct 1 Sc 3 Ln 45Accost, Sir Andrew, accost.
SIR ANDREWWhat's that?
SIR TOBY BELCHMy niece's chambermaid.
SIR ANDREWGood Mistress Accost, I desire better acquaintance.
MARIAMy name is Mary, sir.
SIR ANDREWAct 1 Sc 3 Ln 50Good Mistress Mary Accost, —
SIR TOBY BELCHYou mistake, knight; 'accost' is front her, board
her, woo her, assail her.
SIR ANDREWBy my troth, I would not undertake her in this
company. Is that the meaning of 'accost'?
MARIAAct 1 Sc 3 Ln 55Fare you well, gentlemen.
SIR TOBY BELCHAn thou let part so, Sir Andrew, would thou mightst
never draw sword again.
SIR ANDREWAn you part so, mistress, I would I might never
draw sword again. Fair lady, do you think you have
Act 1 Sc 3 Ln 60fools in hand?
MARIASir, I have not you by the hand.
SIR ANDREWMarry, but you shall have; and here's my hand.
MARIANow, sir, 'thought is free:' I pray you, bring
your hand to the buttery-bar and let it drink.
SIR ANDREWAct 1 Sc 3 Ln 65Wherefore, sweet-heart? what's your metaphor?
MARIAIt's dry, sir.
SIR ANDREWWhy, I think so: I am not such an ass but I can
keep my hand dry. But what's your jest?
MARIAA dry jest, sir.
SIR ANDREWAct 1 Sc 3 Ln 70Are you full of them?
MARIAAy, sir, I have them at my fingers' ends: marry,
now I let go your hand, I am barren.
SIR TOBY BELCHO knight thou lackest a cup of canary: when did I
see thee so put down?
SIR ANDREWAct 1 Sc 3 Ln 75Never in your life, I think; unless you see canary
put me down. Methinks sometimes I have no more wit
than a Christian or an ordinary man has: but I am a
great eater of beef and I believe that does harm to my wit.
SIR TOBY BELCHNo question.
SIR ANDREWAct 1 Sc 3 Ln 80An I thought that, I'ld forswear it. I'll ride home
to-morrow, Sir Toby.
SIR TOBY BELCHPourquoi, my dear knight?
SIR ANDREWWhat is 'Pourquoi'? do or not do? I would I had
bestowed that time in the tongues that I have in
Act 1 Sc 3 Ln 85fencing, dancing and bear-baiting: O, had I but
followed the arts!
SIR TOBY BELCHThen hadst thou had an excellent head of hair.
SIR ANDREWWhy, would that have mended my hair?
SIR TOBY BELCHPast question; for thou seest it will not curl by nature.
SIR ANDREWAct 1 Sc 3 Ln 90But it becomes me well enough, does't not?
SIR TOBY BELCHExcellent; it hangs like flax on a distaff; and I
hope to see a housewife take thee between her legs
and spin it off.
SIR ANDREWFaith, I'll home to-morrow, Sir Toby: your niece
Act 1 Sc 3 Ln 95will not be seen; or if she be, it's four to one
she'll none of me: the count himself here hard by woos her.
SIR TOBY BELCHShe'll none o' the count: she'll not match above
her degree, neither in estate, years, nor wit; I
have heard her swear't. Tut, there's life in't,
Act 1 Sc 3 Ln 100man.
SIR ANDREWI'll stay a month longer. I am a fellow o' the
strangest mind i' the world; I delight in masques
and revels sometimes altogether.
SIR TOBY BELCHArt thou good at these kickshawses, knight?
SIR ANDREWAct 1 Sc 3 Ln 105As any man in Illyria, whatsoever he be, under the
degree of my betters; and yet I will not compare
with an old man.
SIR TOBY BELCHWhat is thy excellence in a galliard, knight?
SIR ANDREWFaith, I can cut a caper.
SIR TOBY BELCHAct 1 Sc 3 Ln 110And I can cut the mutton to't.
SIR ANDREWAnd I think I have the back-trick simply as strong
as any man in Illyria.
SIR TOBY BELCHWherefore are these things hid? wherefore have
these gifts a curtain before 'em? are they like to
Act 1 Sc 3 Ln 115take dust, like Mistress Mall's picture? why dost
thou not go to church in a galliard and come home in
a coranto? My very walk should be a jig; I would not
so much as make water but in a sink-a-pace. What
dost thou mean? Is it a world to hide virtues in?
Act 1 Sc 3 Ln 120I did think, by the excellent constitution of thy
leg, it was formed under the star of a galliard.
SIR ANDREWAy, 'tis strong, and it does indifferent well in a
flame-coloured stock. Shall we set about some revels?
SIR TOBY BELCHWhat shall we do else? were we not born under Taurus?
SIR ANDREWAct 1 Sc 3 Ln 125Taurus! That's sides and heart.
SIR TOBY BELCHNo, sir; it is legs and thighs. Let me see the
caper; ha! higher: ha, ha! excellent!

ACT I

SCENE IV. DUKE ORSINO's palace.

VALENTINEIf the duke continue these favours towards you,
Cesario, you are like to be much advanced: he hath
known you but three days, and already you are no stranger.
VIOLAYou either fear his humour or my negligence, that
Act 1 Sc 4 Ln 5you call in question the continuance of his love:
is he inconstant, sir, in his favours?
VALENTINENo, believe me.
VIOLAI thank you. Here comes the count.
DUKE ORSINOWho saw Cesario, ho?
VIOLAAct 1 Sc 4 Ln 10On your attendance, my lord; here.
DUKE ORSINOStand you a while aloof, Cesario,
Thou know'st no less but all; I have unclasp'd
To thee the book even of my secret soul:
Therefore, good youth, address thy gait unto her;
Act 1 Sc 4 Ln 15Be not denied access, stand at her doors,
And tell them, there thy fixed foot shall grow
Till thou have audience.
VIOLASure, my noble lord,
If she be so abandon'd to her sorrow
Act 1 Sc 4 Ln 20As it is spoke, she never will admit me.
DUKE ORSINOBe clamorous and leap all civil bounds
Rather than make unprofited return.
VIOLASay I do speak with her, my lord, what then?
DUKE ORSINOO, then unfold the passion of my love,
Act 1 Sc 4 Ln 25Surprise her with discourse of my dear faith:
It shall become thee well to act my woes;
She will attend it better in thy youth
Than in a nuncio's of more grave aspect.
VIOLAI think not so, my lord.
DUKE ORSINOAct 1 Sc 4 Ln 30Dear lad, believe it;
For they shall yet belie thy happy years,
That say thou art a man: Diana's lip
Is not more smooth and rubious; thy small pipe
Is as the maiden's organ, shrill and sound,
Act 1 Sc 4 Ln 35And all is semblative a woman's part.
I know thy constellation is right apt
For this affair. Some four or five attend him;
All, if you will; for I myself am best
When least in company. Prosper well in this,
Act 1 Sc 4 Ln 40And thou shalt live as freely as thy lord,
To call his fortunes thine.
VIOLAI'll do my best
To woo your lady:
yet, a barful strife!
Act 1 Sc 4 Ln 45Whoe'er I woo, myself would be his wife.

ACT I

SCENE V. OLIVIA'S house.

MARIANay, either tell me where thou hast been, or I will
not open my lips so wide as a bristle may enter in
way of thy excuse: my lady will hang thee for thy absence.
ClownLet her hang me: he that is well hanged in this
Act 1 Sc 5 Ln 5world needs to fear no colours.
MARIAMake that good.
ClownHe shall see none to fear.
MARIAA good lenten answer: I can tell thee where that
saying was born, of 'I fear no colours.'
ClownAct 1 Sc 5 Ln 10Where, good Mistress Mary?
MARIAIn the wars; and that may you be bold to say in your foolery.
ClownWell, God give them wisdom that have it; and those
that are fools, let them use their talents.
MARIAYet you will be hanged for being so long absent; or,
Act 1 Sc 5 Ln 15to be turned away, is not that as good as a hanging to you?
ClownMany a good hanging prevents a bad marriage; and,
for turning away, let summer bear it out.
MARIAYou are resolute, then?
ClownNot so, neither; but I am resolved on two points.
MARIAAct 1 Sc 5 Ln 20That if one break, the other will hold; or, if both
break, your gaskins fall.
ClownApt, in good faith; very apt. Well, go thy way; if
Sir Toby would leave drinking, thou wert as witty a
piece of Eve's flesh as any in Illyria.
MARIAAct 1 Sc 5 Ln 25Peace, you rogue, no more o' that. Here comes my
lady: make your excuse wisely, you were best.
ClownWit, an't be thy will, put me into good fooling!
Those wits, that think they have thee, do very oft
prove fools; and I, that am sure I lack thee, may
Act 1 Sc 5 Ln 30pass for a wise man: for what says Quinapalus?
'Better a witty fool, than a foolish wit.'
God bless thee, lady!
OLIVIATake the fool away.
ClownDo you not hear, fellows? Take away the lady.
OLIVIAAct 1 Sc 5 Ln 35Go to, you're a dry fool; I'll no more of you:
besides, you grow dishonest.
ClownTwo faults, madonna, that drink and good counsel
will amend: for give the dry fool drink, then is
the fool not dry: bid the dishonest man mend
Act 1 Sc 5 Ln 40himself; if he mend, he is no longer dishonest; if
he cannot, let the botcher mend him. Any thing
that's mended is but patched: virtue that
transgresses is but patched with sin; and sin that
amends is but patched with virtue. If that this
Act 1 Sc 5 Ln 45simple syllogism will serve, so; if it will not,
what remedy? As there is no true cuckold but
calamity, so beauty's a flower. The lady bade take
away the fool; therefore, I say again, take her away.
OLIVIASir, I bade them take away you.
ClownAct 1 Sc 5 Ln 50Misprision in the highest degree! Lady, cucullus non
facit monachum; that's as much to say as I wear not
motley in my brain. Good madonna, give me leave to
prove you a fool.
OLIVIACan you do it?
ClownAct 1 Sc 5 Ln 55Dexterously, good madonna.
OLIVIAMake your proof.
ClownI must catechise you for it, madonna: good my mouse
of virtue, answer me.
OLIVIAWell, sir, for want of other idleness, I'll bide your proof.
ClownAct 1 Sc 5 Ln 60Good madonna, why mournest thou?
OLIVIAGood fool, for my brother's death.
ClownI think his soul is in hell, madonna.
OLIVIAI know his soul is in heaven, fool.
ClownThe more fool, madonna, to mourn for your brother's
Act 1 Sc 5 Ln 65soul being in heaven. Take away the fool, gentlemen.
OLIVIAWhat think you of this fool, Malvolio? doth he not mend?
MALVOLIOYes, and shall do till the pangs of death shake him:
infirmity, that decays the wise, doth ever make the
better fool.
ClownAct 1 Sc 5 Ln 70God send you, sir, a speedy infirmity, for the
better increasing your folly! Sir Toby will be
sworn that I am no fox; but he will not pass his
word for two pence that you are no fool.
OLIVIAHow say you to that, Malvolio?
MALVOLIOAct 1 Sc 5 Ln 75I marvel your ladyship takes delight in such a
barren rascal: I saw him put down the other day
with an ordinary fool that has no more brain
than a stone. Look you now, he's out of his guard
already; unless you laugh and minister occasion to
Act 1 Sc 5 Ln 80him, he is gagged. I protest, I take these wise men,
that crow so at these set kind of fools, no better
than the fools' zanies.
OLIVIAOh, you are sick of self-love, Malvolio, and taste
with a distempered appetite. To be generous,
Act 1 Sc 5 Ln 85guiltless and of free disposition, is to take those
things for bird-bolts that you deem cannon-bullets:
there is no slander in an allowed fool, though he do
nothing but rail; nor no railing in a known discreet
man, though he do nothing but reprove.
ClownAct 1 Sc 5 Ln 90Now Mercury endue thee with leasing, for thou
speakest well of fools!
MARIAMadam, there is at the gate a young gentleman much
desires to speak with you.
OLIVIAFrom the Count Orsino, is it?
MARIAAct 1 Sc 5 Ln 95I know not, madam: 'tis a fair young man, and well attended.
OLIVIAWho of my people hold him in delay?
MARIASir Toby, madam, your kinsman.
OLIVIAFetch him off, I pray you; he speaks nothing but
madman: fie on him!
Act 1 Sc 5 Ln 100Go you, Malvolio: if it be a suit from the count, I
am sick, or not at home; what you will, to dismiss it.
Now you see, sir, how your fooling grows old, and
people dislike it.
ClownThou hast spoke for us, madonna, as if thy eldest
Act 1 Sc 5 Ln 105son should be a fool; whose skull Jove cram with
brains! for, — here he comes, — one of thy kin has a
most weak pia mater.
OLIVIABy mine honour, half drunk. What is he at the gate, cousin?
SIR TOBY BELCHA gentleman.
OLIVIAAct 1 Sc 5 Ln 110A gentleman! what gentleman?
SIR TOBY BELCH'Tis a gentle man here — a plague o' these
pickle-herring! How now, sot!
ClownGood Sir Toby!
OLIVIACousin, cousin, how have you come so early by this lethargy?
SIR TOBY BELCHAct 1 Sc 5 Ln 115Lechery! I defy lechery. There's one at the gate.
OLIVIAAy, marry, what is he?
SIR TOBY BELCHLet him be the devil, an he will, I care not: give
me faith, say I. Well, it's all one.
OLIVIAWhat's a drunken man like, fool?
ClownAct 1 Sc 5 Ln 120Like a drowned man, a fool and a mad man: one
draught above heat makes him a fool; the second mads
him; and a third drowns him.
OLIVIAGo thou and seek the crowner, and let him sit o' my
coz; for he's in the third degree of drink, he's
Act 1 Sc 5 Ln 125drowned: go, look after him.
ClownHe is but mad yet, madonna; and the fool shall look
to the madman.
MALVOLIOMadam, yond young fellow swears he will speak with
you. I told him you were sick; he takes on him to
Act 1 Sc 5 Ln 130understand so much, and therefore comes to speak
with you. I told him you were asleep; he seems to
have a foreknowledge of that too, and therefore
comes to speak with you. What is to be said to him,
lady? he's fortified against any denial.
OLIVIAAct 1 Sc 5 Ln 135Tell him he shall not speak with me.
MALVOLIOHas been told so; and he says, he'll stand at your
door like a sheriff's post, and be the supporter to
a bench, but he'll speak with you.
OLIVIAWhat kind o' man is he?
MALVOLIOAct 1 Sc 5 Ln 140Why, of mankind.
OLIVIAWhat manner of man?
MALVOLIOOf very ill manner; he'll speak with you, will you or no.
OLIVIAOf what personage and years is he?
MALVOLIONot yet old enough for a man, nor young enough for
Act 1 Sc 5 Ln 145a boy; as a squash is before 'tis a peascod, or a
cooling when 'tis almost an apple: 'tis with him
in standing water, between boy and man. He is very
well-favoured and he speaks very shrewishly; one
would think his mother's milk were scarce out of him.
OLIVIAAct 1 Sc 5 Ln 150Let him approach: call in my gentlewoman.
MALVOLIOGentlewoman, my lady calls.
OLIVIAGive me my veil: come, throw it o'er my face.
We'll once more hear Orsino's embassy.
VIOLAThe honourable lady of the house, which is she?
OLIVIAAct 1 Sc 5 Ln 155Speak to me; I shall answer for her.
Your will?
VIOLAMost radiant, exquisite and unmatchable beauty, — I
pray you, tell me if this be the lady of the house,
for I never saw her: I would be loath to cast away
Act 1 Sc 5 Ln 160my speech, for besides that it is excellently well
penned, I have taken great pains to con it. Good
beauties, let me sustain no scorn; I am very
comptible, even to the least sinister usage.
OLIVIAWhence came you, sir?
VIOLAAct 1 Sc 5 Ln 165I can say little more than I have studied, and that
question's out of my part. Good gentle one, give me
modest assurance if you be the lady of the house,
that I may proceed in my speech.
OLIVIAAre you a comedian?
VIOLAAct 1 Sc 5 Ln 170No, my profound heart: and yet, by the very fangs
of malice I swear, I am not that I play. Are you
the lady of the house?
OLIVIAIf I do not usurp myself, I am.
VIOLAMost certain, if you are she, you do usurp
Act 1 Sc 5 Ln 175yourself; for what is yours to bestow is not yours
to reserve. But this is from my commission: I will
on with my speech in your praise, and then show you
the heart of my message.
OLIVIACome to what is important in't: I forgive you the praise.
VIOLAAct 1 Sc 5 Ln 180Alas, I took great pains to study it, and 'tis poetical.
OLIVIAIt is the more like to be feigned: I pray you,
keep it in. I heard you were saucy at my gates,
and allowed your approach rather to wonder at you
than to hear you. If you be not mad, be gone; if
Act 1 Sc 5 Ln 185you have reason, be brief: 'tis not that time of
moon with me to make one in so skipping a dialogue.
MARIAWill you hoist sail, sir? here lies your way.
VIOLANo, good swabber; I am to hull here a little
longer. Some mollification for your giant, sweet
Act 1 Sc 5 Ln 190lady. Tell me your mind: I am a messenger.
OLIVIASure, you have some hideous matter to deliver, when
the courtesy of it is so fearful. Speak your office.
VIOLAIt alone concerns your ear. I bring no overture of
war, no taxation of homage: I hold the olive in my
Act 1 Sc 5 Ln 195hand; my words are as fun of peace as matter.
OLIVIAYet you began rudely. What are you? what would you?
VIOLAThe rudeness that hath appeared in me have I
learned from my entertainment. What I am, and what I
would, are as secret as maidenhead; to your ears,
Act 1 Sc 5 Ln 200divinity, to any other's, profanation.
OLIVIAGive us the place alone: we will hear this divinity.
Now, sir, what is your text?
VIOLAMost sweet lady, —
OLIVIAA comfortable doctrine, and much may be said of it.
Act 1 Sc 5 Ln 205Where lies your text?
VIOLAIn Orsino's bosom.
OLIVIAIn his bosom! In what chapter of his bosom?
VIOLATo answer by the method, in the first of his heart.
OLIVIAO, I have read it: it is heresy. Have you no more to say?
VIOLAAct 1 Sc 5 Ln 210Good madam, let me see your face.
OLIVIAHave you any commission from your lord to negotiate
with my face? You are now out of your text: but
we will draw the curtain and show you the picture.
Look you, sir, such a one I was this present: is't
Act 1 Sc 5 Ln 215not well done?
VIOLAExcellently done, if God did all.
OLIVIA'Tis in grain, sir; 'twill endure wind and weather.
VIOLA'Tis beauty truly blent, whose red and white
Nature's own sweet and cunning hand laid on:
Act 1 Sc 5 Ln 220Lady, you are the cruell'st she alive,
If you will lead these graces to the grave
And leave the world no copy.
OLIVIAO, sir, I will not be so hard-hearted; I will give
out divers schedules of my beauty: it shall be
Act 1 Sc 5 Ln 225inventoried, and every particle and utensil
labelled to my will: as, item, two lips,
indifferent red; item, two grey eyes, with lids to
them; item, one neck, one chin, and so forth. Were
you sent hither to praise me?
VIOLAAct 1 Sc 5 Ln 230I see you what you are, you are too proud;
But, if you were the devil, you are fair.
My lord and master loves you: O, such love
Could be but recompensed, though you were crown'd
The nonpareil of beauty!
OLIVIAAct 1 Sc 5 Ln 235How does he love me?
VIOLAWith adorations, fertile tears,
With groans that thunder love, with sighs of fire.
OLIVIAYour lord does know my mind; I cannot love him:
Yet I suppose him virtuous, know him noble,
Act 1 Sc 5 Ln 240Of great estate, of fresh and stainless youth;
In voices well divulged, free, learn'd and valiant;
And in dimension and the shape of nature
A gracious person: but yet I cannot love him;
He might have took his answer long ago.
VIOLAAct 1 Sc 5 Ln 245If I did love you in my master's flame,
With such a suffering, such a deadly life,
In your denial I would find no sense;
I would not understand it.
OLIVIAWhy, what would you?
VIOLAAct 1 Sc 5 Ln 250Make me a willow cabin at your gate,
And call upon my soul within the house;
Write loyal cantons of contemned love
And sing them loud even in the dead of night;
Halloo your name to the reverberate hills
Act 1 Sc 5 Ln 255And make the babbling gossip of the air
Cry out 'Olivia!' O, You should not rest
Between the elements of air and earth,
But you should pity me!
OLIVIAYou might do much.
Act 1 Sc 5 Ln 260What is your parentage?
VIOLAAbove my fortunes, yet my state is well:
I am a gentleman.
OLIVIAGet you to your lord;
I cannot love him: let him send no more;
Act 1 Sc 5 Ln 265Unless, perchance, you come to me again,
To tell me how he takes it. Fare you well:
I thank you for your pains: spend this for me.
VIOLAI am no fee'd post, lady; keep your purse:
My master, not myself, lacks recompense.
Act 1 Sc 5 Ln 270Love make his heart of flint that you shall love;
And let your fervor, like my master's, be
Placed in contempt! Farewell, fair cruelty.
OLIVIA'What is your parentage?'
'Above my fortunes, yet my state is well:
Act 1 Sc 5 Ln 275I am a gentleman.' I'll be sworn thou art;
Thy tongue, thy face, thy limbs, actions and spirit,
Do give thee five-fold blazon: not too fast:
soft, soft!
Unless the master were the man. How now!
Act 1 Sc 5 Ln 280Even so quickly may one catch the plague?
Methinks I feel this youth's perfections
With an invisible and subtle stealth
To creep in at mine eyes. Well, let it be.
What ho, Malvolio!
MALVOLIOAct 1 Sc 5 Ln 285Here, madam, at your service.
OLIVIARun after that same peevish messenger,
The county's man: he left this ring behind him,
Would I or not: tell him I'll none of it.
Desire him not to flatter with his lord,
Act 1 Sc 5 Ln 290Nor hold him up with hopes; I am not for him:
If that the youth will come this way to-morrow,
I'll give him reasons for't: hie thee, Malvolio.
MALVOLIOMadam, I will.
OLIVIAI do I know not what, and fear to find
Act 1 Sc 5 Ln 295Mine eye too great a flatterer for my mind.
Fate, show thy force: ourselves we do not owe;
What is decreed must be, and be this so.

ACT II

SCENE I. The sea-coast.

ANTONIOWill you stay no longer? nor will you not that I go with you?
SEBASTIANBy your patience, no. My stars shine darkly over
me: the malignancy of my fate might perhaps
distemper yours; therefore I shall crave of you your
Act 2 Sc 1 Ln 5leave that I may bear my evils alone: it were a bad
recompense for your love, to lay any of them on you.
ANTONIOLet me yet know of you whither you are bound.
SEBASTIANNo, sooth, sir: my determinate voyage is mere
extravagancy. But I perceive in you so excellent a
Act 2 Sc 1 Ln 10touch of modesty, that you will not extort from me
what I am willing to keep in; therefore it charges
me in manners the rather to express myself. You
must know of me then, Antonio, my name is Sebastian,
which I called Roderigo. My father was that
Act 2 Sc 1 Ln 15Sebastian of Messaline, whom I know you have heard
of. He left behind him myself and a sister, both
born in an hour: if the heavens had been pleased,
would we had so ended! but you, sir, altered that;
for some hour before you took me from the breach of
Act 2 Sc 1 Ln 20the sea was my sister drowned.
ANTONIOAlas the day!
SEBASTIANA lady, sir, though it was said she much resembled
me, was yet of many accounted beautiful: but,
though I could not with such estimable wonder
Act 2 Sc 1 Ln 25overfar believe that, yet thus far I will boldly
publish her; she bore a mind that envy could not but
call fair. She is drowned already, sir, with salt
water, though I seem to drown her remembrance again with more.
ANTONIOPardon me, sir, your bad entertainment.
SEBASTIANAct 2 Sc 1 Ln 30O good Antonio, forgive me your trouble.
ANTONIOIf you will not murder me for my love, let me be
your servant.
SEBASTIANIf you will not undo what you have done, that is,
kill him whom you have recovered, desire it not.
Act 2 Sc 1 Ln 35Fare ye well at once: my bosom is full of kindness,
and I am yet so near the manners of my mother, that
upon the least occasion more mine eyes will tell
tales of me. I am bound to the Count Orsino's court: farewell.
ANTONIOThe gentleness of all the gods go with thee!
Act 2 Sc 1 Ln 40I have many enemies in Orsino's court,
Else would I very shortly see thee there.
But, come what may, I do adore thee so,
That danger shall seem sport, and I will go.

ACT II

SCENE II. A street.

MALVOLIOWere not you even now with the Countess Olivia?
VIOLAEven now, sir; on a moderate pace I have since
arrived but hither.
MALVOLIOShe returns this ring to you, sir: you might have
Act 2 Sc 2 Ln 5saved me my pains, to have taken it away yourself.
She adds, moreover, that you should put your lord
into a desperate assurance she will none of him:
and one thing more, that you be never so hardy to
come again in his affairs, unless it be to report
Act 2 Sc 2 Ln 10your lord's taking of this. Receive it so.
VIOLAShe took the ring of me: I'll none of it.
MALVOLIOCome, sir, you peevishly threw it to her; and her
will is, it should be so returned: if it be worth
stooping for, there it lies in your eye; if not, be
Act 2 Sc 2 Ln 15it his that finds it.
VIOLAI left no ring with her: what means this lady?
Fortune forbid my outside have not charm'd her!
She made good view of me; indeed, so much,
That sure methought her eyes had lost her tongue,
Act 2 Sc 2 Ln 20For she did speak in starts distractedly.
She loves me, sure; the cunning of her passion
Invites me in this churlish messenger.
None of my lord's ring! why, he sent her none.
I am the man: if it be so, as 'tis,
Act 2 Sc 2 Ln 25Poor lady, she were better love a dream.
Disguise, I see, thou art a wickedness,
Wherein the pregnant enemy does much.
How easy is it for the proper-false
In women's waxen hearts to set their forms!
Act 2 Sc 2 Ln 30Alas, our frailty is the cause, not we!
For such as we are made of, such we be.
How will this fadge? my master loves her dearly;
And I, poor monster, fond as much on him;
And she, mistaken, seems to dote on me.
Act 2 Sc 2 Ln 35What will become of this? As I am man,
My state is desperate for my master's love;
As I am woman, — now alas the day! —
What thriftless sighs shall poor Olivia breathe!
O time! thou must untangle this, not I;
Act 2 Sc 2 Ln 40It is too hard a knot for me to untie!

ACT II

SCENE III. OLIVIA's house.

SIR TOBY BELCHApproach, Sir Andrew: not to be abed after
midnight is to be up betimes; and 'diluculo
surgere,' thou know'st, —
SIR ANDREWNay, my troth, I know not: but I know, to be up
Act 2 Sc 3 Ln 5late is to be up late.
SIR TOBY BELCHA false conclusion: I hate it as an unfilled can.
To be up after midnight and to go to bed then, is
early: so that to go to bed after midnight is to go
to bed betimes. Does not our life consist of the
Act 2 Sc 3 Ln 10four elements?
SIR ANDREWFaith, so they say; but I think it rather consists
of eating and drinking.
SIR TOBY BELCHThou'rt a scholar; let us therefore eat and drink.
Marian, I say! a stoup of wine!
SIR ANDREWAct 2 Sc 3 Ln 15Here comes the fool, i' faith.
ClownHow now, my hearts! did you never see the picture
of 'we three'?
SIR TOBY BELCHWelcome, ass. Now let's have a catch.
SIR ANDREWBy my troth, the fool has an excellent breast. I
Act 2 Sc 3 Ln 20had rather than forty shillings I had such a leg,
and so sweet a breath to sing, as the fool has. In
sooth, thou wast in very gracious fooling last
night, when thou spokest of Pigrogromitus, of the
Vapians passing the equinoctial of Queubus: 'twas
Act 2 Sc 3 Ln 25very good, i' faith. I sent thee sixpence for thy
leman: hadst it?
ClownI did impeticos thy gratillity; for Malvolio's nose
is no whipstock: my lady has a white hand, and the
Myrmidons are no bottle-ale houses.
SIR ANDREWAct 2 Sc 3 Ln 30Excellent! why, this is the best fooling, when all
is done. Now, a song.
SIR TOBY BELCHCome on; there is sixpence for you: let's have a song.
SIR ANDREWThere's a testril of me too: if one knight give a —
ClownWould you have a love-song, or a song of good life?
SIR TOBY BELCHAct 2 Sc 3 Ln 35A love-song, a love-song.
SIR ANDREWAy, ay: I care not for good life.
Clown(STAGEDIR "Sings")
O mistress mine, where are you roaming?
O, stay and hear; your true love's coming,
Act 2 Sc 3 Ln 40That can sing both high and low:
Trip no further, pretty sweeting;
Journeys end in lovers meeting,
Every wise man's son doth know.
SIR ANDREWExcellent good, i' faith.
SIR TOBY BELCHAct 2 Sc 3 Ln 45Good, good.
Clown(STAGEDIR "Sings")
What is love? 'tis not hereafter;
Present mirth hath present laughter;
What's to come is still unsure:
Act 2 Sc 3 Ln 50In delay there lies no plenty;
Then come kiss me, sweet and twenty,
Youth's a stuff will not endure.
SIR ANDREWA mellifluous voice, as I am true knight.
SIR TOBY BELCHA contagious breath.
SIR ANDREWAct 2 Sc 3 Ln 55Very sweet and contagious, i' faith.
SIR TOBY BELCHTo hear by the nose, it is dulcet in contagion.
But shall we make the welkin dance indeed? shall we
rouse the night-owl in a catch that will draw three
souls out of one weaver? shall we do that?
SIR ANDREWAct 2 Sc 3 Ln 60An you love me, let's do't: I am dog at a catch.
ClownBy'r lady, sir, and some dogs will catch well.
SIR ANDREWMost certain. Let our catch be, 'Thou knave.'
Clown'Hold thy peace, thou knave,' knight? I shall be
constrained in't to call thee knave, knight.
SIR ANDREWAct 2 Sc 3 Ln 65'Tis not the first time I have constrained one to
call me knave. Begin, fool: it begins 'Hold thy peace.'
ClownI shall never begin if I hold my peace.
SIR ANDREWGood, i' faith. Come, begin.
MARIAWhat a caterwauling do you keep here! If my lady
Act 2 Sc 3 Ln 70have not called up her steward Malvolio and bid him
turn you out of doors, never trust me.
SIR TOBY BELCHMy lady's a Cataian, we are politicians, Malvolio's
a Peg-a-Ramsey, and 'Three merry men be we.' Am not
I consanguineous? am I not of her blood?
Act 2 Sc 3 Ln 75Tillyvally. Lady!
'There dwelt a man in Babylon, lady, lady!'
ClownBeshrew me, the knight's in admirable fooling.
SIR ANDREWAy, he does well enough if he be disposed, and so do
I too: he does it with a better grace, but I do it
Act 2 Sc 3 Ln 80more natural.
SIR TOBY BELCH 'O, the twelfth day of December,' —
MARIAFor the love o' God, peace!
MALVOLIOMy masters, are you mad? or what are you? Have ye
no wit, manners, nor honesty, but to gabble like
Act 2 Sc 3 Ln 85tinkers at this time of night? Do ye make an
alehouse of my lady's house, that ye squeak out your
coziers' catches without any mitigation or remorse
of voice? Is there no respect of place, persons, nor
time in you?
SIR TOBY BELCHAct 2 Sc 3 Ln 90We did keep time, sir, in our catches. Sneck up!
MALVOLIOSir Toby, I must be round with you. My lady bade me
tell you, that, though she harbours you as her
kinsman, she's nothing allied to your disorders. If
you can separate yourself and your misdemeanors, you
Act 2 Sc 3 Ln 95are welcome to the house; if not, an it would please
you to take leave of her, she is very willing to bid
you farewell.
SIR TOBY BELCH'Farewell, dear heart, since I must needs be gone.'
MARIANay, good Sir Toby.
ClownAct 2 Sc 3 Ln 100'His eyes do show his days are almost done.'
MALVOLIOIs't even so?
SIR TOBY BELCH'But I will never die.'
ClownSir Toby, there you lie.
MALVOLIOThis is much credit to you.
SIR TOBY BELCHAct 2 Sc 3 Ln 105'Shall I bid him go?'
Clown'What an if you do?'
SIR TOBY BELCH'Shall I bid him go, and spare not?'
Clown'O no, no, no, no, you dare not.'
SIR TOBY BELCHOut o' tune, sir: ye lie. Art any more than a
Act 2 Sc 3 Ln 110steward? Dost thou think, because thou art
virtuous, there shall be no more cakes and ale?
ClownYes, by Saint Anne, and ginger shall be hot i' the
mouth too.
SIR TOBY BELCHThou'rt i' the right. Go, sir, rub your chain with
Act 2 Sc 3 Ln 115crumbs. A stoup of wine, Maria!
MALVOLIOMistress Mary, if you prized my lady's favour at any
thing more than contempt, you would not give means
for this uncivil rule: she shall know of it, by this hand.
MARIAGo shake your ears.
SIR ANDREWAct 2 Sc 3 Ln 120'Twere as good a deed as to drink when a man's
a-hungry, to challenge him the field, and then to
break promise with him and make a fool of him.
SIR TOBY BELCHDo't, knight: I'll write thee a challenge: or I'll
deliver thy indignation to him by word of mouth.
MARIAAct 2 Sc 3 Ln 125Sweet Sir Toby, be patient for tonight: since the
youth of the count's was today with thy lady, she is
much out of quiet. For Monsieur Malvolio, let me
alone with him: if I do not gull him into a
nayword, and make him a common recreation, do not
Act 2 Sc 3 Ln 130think I have wit enough to lie straight in my bed:
I know I can do it.
SIR TOBY BELCHPossess us, possess us; tell us something of him.
MARIAMarry, sir, sometimes he is a kind of puritan.
SIR ANDREWO, if I thought that I'ld beat him like a dog!
SIR TOBY BELCHAct 2 Sc 3 Ln 135What, for being a puritan? thy exquisite reason,
dear knight?
SIR ANDREWI have no exquisite reason for't, but I have reason
good enough.
MARIAThe devil a puritan that he is, or any thing
Act 2 Sc 3 Ln 140constantly, but a time-pleaser; an affectioned ass,
that cons state without book and utters it by great
swarths: the best persuaded of himself, so
crammed, as he thinks, with excellencies, that it is
his grounds of faith that all that look on him love
Act 2 Sc 3 Ln 145him; and on that vice in him will my revenge find
notable cause to work.
SIR TOBY BELCHWhat wilt thou do?
MARIAI will drop in his way some obscure epistles of
love; wherein, by the colour of his beard, the shape
Act 2 Sc 3 Ln 150of his leg, the manner of his gait, the expressure
of his eye, forehead, and complexion, he shall find
himself most feelingly personated. I can write very
like my lady your niece: on a forgotten matter we
can hardly make distinction of our hands.
SIR TOBY BELCHAct 2 Sc 3 Ln 155Excellent! I smell a device.
SIR ANDREWI have't in my nose too.
SIR TOBY BELCHHe shall think, by the letters that thou wilt drop,
that they come from my niece, and that she's in
love with him.
MARIAAct 2 Sc 3 Ln 160My purpose is, indeed, a horse of that colour.
SIR ANDREWAnd your horse now would make him an ass.
MARIAAss, I doubt not.
SIR ANDREWO, 'twill be admirable!
MARIASport royal, I warrant you: I know my physic will
Act 2 Sc 3 Ln 165work with him. I will plant you two, and let the
fool make a third, where he shall find the letter:
observe his construction of it. For this night, to
bed, and dream on the event. Farewell.
SIR TOBY BELCHGood night, Penthesilea.
SIR ANDREWAct 2 Sc 3 Ln 170Before me, she's a good wench.
SIR TOBY BELCHShe's a beagle, true-bred, and one that adores me:
what o' that?
SIR ANDREWI was adored once too.
SIR TOBY BELCHLet's to bed, knight. Thou hadst need send for
Act 2 Sc 3 Ln 175more money.
SIR ANDREWIf I cannot recover your niece, I am a foul way out.
SIR TOBY BELCHSend for money, knight: if thou hast her not i'
the end, call me cut.
SIR ANDREWIf I do not, never trust me, take it how you will.
SIR TOBY BELCHAct 2 Sc 3 Ln 180Come, come, I'll go burn some sack; 'tis too late
to go to bed now: come, knight; come, knight.

ACT II

SCENE IV. DUKE ORSINO's palace.

DUKE ORSINOGive me some music. Now, good morrow, friends.
Now, good Cesario, but that piece of song,
That old and antique song we heard last night:
Methought it did relieve my passion much,
Act 2 Sc 4 Ln 5More than light airs and recollected terms
Of these most brisk and giddy-paced times:
Come, but one verse.
CURIOHe is not here, so please your lordship that should sing it.
DUKE ORSINOWho was it?
CURIOAct 2 Sc 4 Ln 10Feste, the jester, my lord; a fool that the lady
Olivia's father took much delight in. He is about the house.
DUKE ORSINOSeek him out, and play the tune the while.
Come hither, boy: if ever thou shalt love,
In the sweet pangs of it remember me;
Act 2 Sc 4 Ln 15For such as I am all true lovers are,
Unstaid and skittish in all motions else,
Save in the constant image of the creature
That is beloved. How dost thou like this tune?
VIOLAIt gives a very echo to the seat
Act 2 Sc 4 Ln 20Where Love is throned.
DUKE ORSINOThou dost speak masterly:
My life upon't, young though thou art, thine eye
Hath stay'd upon some favour that it loves:
Hath it not, boy?
VIOLAAct 2 Sc 4 Ln 25A little, by your favour.
DUKE ORSINOWhat kind of woman is't?
VIOLAOf your complexion.
DUKE ORSINOShe is not worth thee, then. What years, i' faith?
VIOLAAbout your years, my lord.
DUKE ORSINOAct 2 Sc 4 Ln 30Too old by heaven: let still the woman take
An elder than herself: so wears she to him,
So sways she level in her husband's heart:
For, boy, however we do praise ourselves,
Our fancies are more giddy and unfirm,
Act 2 Sc 4 Ln 35More longing, wavering, sooner lost and worn,
Than women's are.
VIOLAI think it well, my lord.
DUKE ORSINOThen let thy love be younger than thyself,
Or thy affection cannot hold the bent;
Act 2 Sc 4 Ln 40For women are as roses, whose fair flower
Being once display'd, doth fall that very hour.
VIOLAAnd so they are: alas, that they are so;
To die, even when they to perfection grow!
DUKE ORSINOO, fellow, come, the song we had last night.
Act 2 Sc 4 Ln 45Mark it, Cesario, it is old and plain;
The spinsters and the knitters in the sun
And the free maids that weave their thread with bones
Do use to chant it: it is silly sooth,
And dallies with the innocence of love,
Act 2 Sc 4 Ln 50Like the old age.
ClownAre you ready, sir?
DUKE ORSINOAy; prithee, sing.
ClownCome away, come away, death,
And in sad cypress let me be laid;
Act 2 Sc 4 Ln 55Fly away, fly away breath;
I am slain by a fair cruel maid.
My shroud of white, stuck all with yew,
O, prepare it!
My part of death, no one so true
Act 2 Sc 4 Ln 60Did share it.
Not a flower, not a flower sweet
On my black coffin let there be strown;
Not a friend, not a friend greet
My poor corpse, where my bones shall be thrown:
Act 2 Sc 4 Ln 65A thousand thousand sighs to save,
Lay me, O, where
Sad true lover never find my grave,
To weep there!
DUKE ORSINOThere's for thy pains.
ClownAct 2 Sc 4 Ln 70No pains, sir: I take pleasure in singing, sir.
DUKE ORSINOI'll pay thy pleasure then.
ClownTruly, sir, and pleasure will be paid, one time or another.
DUKE ORSINOGive me now leave to leave thee.
ClownNow, the melancholy god protect thee; and the
Act 2 Sc 4 Ln 75tailor make thy doublet of changeable taffeta, for
thy mind is a very opal. I would have men of such
constancy put to sea, that their business might be
every thing and their intent every where; for that's
it that always makes a good voyage of nothing. Farewell.
DUKE ORSINOAct 2 Sc 4 Ln 80Let all the rest give place.
Once more, Cesario,
Get thee to yond same sovereign cruelty:
Tell her, my love, more noble than the world,
Prizes not quantity of dirty lands;
Act 2 Sc 4 Ln 85The parts that fortune hath bestow'd upon her,
Tell her, I hold as giddily as fortune;
But 'tis that miracle and queen of gems
That nature pranks her in attracts my soul.
VIOLABut if she cannot love you, sir?
DUKE ORSINOAct 2 Sc 4 Ln 90I cannot be so answer'd.
VIOLASooth, but you must.
Say that some lady, as perhaps there is,
Hath for your love a great a pang of heart
As you have for Olivia: you cannot love her;
Act 2 Sc 4 Ln 95You tell her so; must she not then be answer'd?
DUKE ORSINOThere is no woman's sides
Can bide the beating of so strong a passion
As love doth give my heart; no woman's heart
So big, to hold so much; they lack retention
Act 2 Sc 4 Ln 100Alas, their love may be call'd appetite,
No motion of the liver, but the palate,
That suffer surfeit, cloyment and revolt;
But mine is all as hungry as the sea,
And can digest as much: make no compare
Act 2 Sc 4 Ln 105Between that love a woman can bear me
And that I owe Olivia.
VIOLAAy, but I know —
DUKE ORSINOWhat dost thou know?
VIOLAToo well what love women to men may owe:
Act 2 Sc 4 Ln 110In faith, they are as true of heart as we.
My father had a daughter loved a man,
As it might be, perhaps, were I a woman,
I should your lordship.
DUKE ORSINOAnd what's her history?
VIOLAAct 2 Sc 4 Ln 115A blank, my lord. She never told her love,
But let concealment, like a worm i' the bud,
Feed on her damask cheek: she pined in thought,
And with a green and yellow melancholy
She sat like patience on a monument,
Act 2 Sc 4 Ln 120Smiling at grief. Was not this love indeed?
We men may say more, swear more: but indeed
Our shows are more than will; for still we prove
Much in our vows, but little in our love.
DUKE ORSINOBut died thy sister of her love, my boy?
VIOLAAct 2 Sc 4 Ln 125I am all the daughters of my father's house,
And all the brothers too: and yet I know not.
Sir, shall I to this lady?
DUKE ORSINOAy, that's the theme.
To her in haste; give her this jewel; say,
Act 2 Sc 4 Ln 130My love can give no place, bide no denay.

ACT II

SCENE V. OLIVIA's garden.

SIR TOBY BELCHCome thy ways, Signior Fabian.
FABIANNay, I'll come: if I lose a scruple of this sport,
let me be boiled to death with melancholy.
SIR TOBY BELCHWouldst thou not be glad to have the niggardly
Act 2 Sc 5 Ln 5rascally sheep-biter come by some notable shame?
FABIANI would exult, man: you know, he brought me out o'
favour with my lady about a bear-baiting here.
SIR TOBY BELCHTo anger him we'll have the bear again; and we will
fool him black and blue: shall we not, Sir Andrew?
SIR ANDREWAct 2 Sc 5 Ln 10An we do not, it is pity of our lives.
SIR TOBY BELCHHere comes the little villain.
How now, my metal of India!
MARIAGet ye all three into the box-tree: Malvolio's
coming down this walk: he has been yonder i' the
Act 2 Sc 5 Ln 15sun practising behavior to his own shadow this half
hour: observe him, for the love of mockery; for I
know this letter will make a contemplative idiot of
him. Close, in the name of jesting! Lie thou there,
for here comes the trout that must be caught with tickling.
MALVOLIOAct 2 Sc 5 Ln 20'Tis but fortune; all is fortune. Maria once told
me she did affect me: and I have heard herself come
thus near, that, should she fancy, it should be one
of my complexion. Besides, she uses me with a more
exalted respect than any one else that follows her.
Act 2 Sc 5 Ln 25What should I think on't?
SIR TOBY BELCHHere's an overweening rogue!
FABIANO, peace! Contemplation makes a rare turkey-cock
of him: how he jets under his advanced plumes!
SIR ANDREW'Slight, I could so beat the rogue!
SIR TOBY BELCHAct 2 Sc 5 Ln 30Peace, I say.
MALVOLIOTo be Count Malvolio!
SIR TOBY BELCHAh, rogue!
SIR ANDREWPistol him, pistol him.
SIR TOBY BELCHPeace, peace!
MALVOLIOAct 2 Sc 5 Ln 35There is example for't; the lady of the Strachy
married the yeoman of the wardrobe.
SIR ANDREWFie on him, Jezebel!
FABIANO, peace! now he's deeply in: look how
imagination blows him.
MALVOLIOAct 2 Sc 5 Ln 40Having been three months married to her, sitting in
my state, —
SIR TOBY BELCHO, for a stone-bow, to hit him in the eye!
MALVOLIOCalling my officers about me, in my branched velvet
gown; having come from a day-bed, where I have left
Act 2 Sc 5 Ln 45Olivia sleeping, —
SIR TOBY BELCHFire and brimstone!
FABIANO, peace, peace!
MALVOLIOAnd then to have the humour of state; and after a
demure travel of regard, telling them I know my
Act 2 Sc 5 Ln 50place as I would they should do theirs, to for my
kinsman Toby, —
SIR TOBY BELCHBolts and shackles!
FABIANO peace, peace, peace! now, now.
MALVOLIOSeven of my people, with an obedient start, make
Act 2 Sc 5 Ln 55out for him: I frown the while; and perchance wind
up watch, or play with my — some rich jewel. Toby
approaches; courtesies there to me, —
SIR TOBY BELCHShall this fellow live?
FABIANThough our silence be drawn from us with cars, yet peace.
MALVOLIOAct 2 Sc 5 Ln 60I extend my hand to him thus, quenching my familiar
smile with an austere regard of control, —
SIR TOBY BELCHAnd does not Toby take you a blow o' the lips then?
MALVOLIOSaying, 'Cousin Toby, my fortunes having cast me on
your niece give me this prerogative of speech,' —
SIR TOBY BELCHAct 2 Sc 5 Ln 65What, what?
MALVOLIO'You must amend your drunkenness.'
SIR TOBY BELCHOut, scab!
FABIANNay, patience, or we break the sinews of our plot.
MALVOLIO'Besides, you waste the treasure of your time with
Act 2 Sc 5 Ln 70a foolish knight,' —
SIR ANDREWThat's me, I warrant you.
MALVOLIO'One Sir Andrew,' —
SIR ANDREWI knew 'twas I; for many do call me fool.
MALVOLIOWhat employment have we here?
FABIANAct 2 Sc 5 Ln 75Now is the woodcock near the gin.
SIR TOBY BELCHO, peace! and the spirit of humour intimate reading
aloud to him!
MALVOLIOBy my life, this is my lady's hand these be her
very C's, her U's and her T's and thus makes she her
Act 2 Sc 5 Ln 80great P's. It is, in contempt of question, her hand.
SIR ANDREWHer C's, her U's and her T's: why that?
MALVOLIO 'To the unknown beloved, this, and my good
wishes:' — her very phrases! By your leave, wax.
Soft! and the impressure her Lucrece, with which she
Act 2 Sc 5 Ln 85uses to seal: 'tis my lady. To whom should this be?
FABIANThis wins him, liver and all.
MALVOLIO(STAGEDIR "Reads")
Jove knows I love: But who?
Lips, do not move;
Act 2 Sc 5 Ln 90No man must know.
'No man must know.' What follows? the numbers
altered! 'No man must know:' if this should be
thee, Malvolio?
SIR TOBY BELCHMarry, hang thee, brock!
MALVOLIOAct 2 Sc 5 Ln 95(STAGEDIR "Reads")
I may command where I adore;
But silence, like a Lucrece knife,
With bloodless stroke my heart doth gore:
M, O, A, I, doth sway my life.
FABIANAct 2 Sc 5 Ln 100A fustian riddle!
SIR TOBY BELCHExcellent wench, say I.
MALVOLIO'M, O, A, I, doth sway my life.' Nay, but first, let
me see, let me see, let me see.
FABIANWhat dish o' poison has she dressed him!
SIR TOBY BELCHAct 2 Sc 5 Ln 105And with what wing the staniel cheques at it!
MALVOLIO'I may command where I adore.' Why, she may command
me: I serve her; she is my lady. Why, this is
evident to any formal capacity; there is no
obstruction in this: and the end, — what should
Act 2 Sc 5 Ln 110that alphabetical position portend? If I could make
that resemble something in me, — Softly! M, O, A,
I, —
SIR TOBY BELCHO, ay, make up that: he is now at a cold scent.
FABIANSowter will cry upon't for all this, though it be as
Act 2 Sc 5 Ln 115rank as a fox.
MALVOLIOM, — Malvolio; M, — why, that begins my name.
FABIANDid not I say he would work it out? the cur is
excellent at faults.
MALVOLIOM, — but then there is no consonancy in the sequel;
Act 2 Sc 5 Ln 120that suffers under probation A should follow but O does.
FABIANAnd O shall end, I hope.
SIR TOBY BELCHAy, or I'll cudgel him, and make him cry O!
MALVOLIOAnd then I comes behind.
FABIANAy, an you had any eye behind you, you might see
Act 2 Sc 5 Ln 125more detraction at your heels than fortunes before
you.
MALVOLIOM, O, A, I; this simulation is not as the former: and
yet, to crush this a little, it would bow to me, for
every one of these letters are in my name. Soft!
Act 2 Sc 5 Ln 130here follows prose.
'If this fall into thy hand, revolve. In my stars I
am above thee; but be not afraid of greatness: some
are born great, some achieve greatness, and some
have greatness thrust upon 'em. Thy Fates open
Act 2 Sc 5 Ln 135their hands; let thy blood and spirit embrace them;
and, to inure thyself to what thou art like to be,
cast thy humble slough and appear fresh. Be
opposite with a kinsman, surly with servants; let
thy tongue tang arguments of state; put thyself into
Act 2 Sc 5 Ln 140the trick of singularity: she thus advises thee
that sighs for thee. Remember who commended thy
yellow stockings, and wished to see thee ever
cross-gartered: I say, remember. Go to, thou art
made, if thou desirest to be so; if not, let me see
Act 2 Sc 5 Ln 145thee a steward still, the fellow of servants, and
not worthy to touch Fortune's fingers. Farewell.
She that would alter services with thee,
THE FORTUNATE-UNHAPPY.'
Daylight and champaign discovers not more: this is
Act 2 Sc 5 Ln 150open. I will be proud, I will read politic authors,
I will baffle Sir Toby, I will wash off gross
acquaintance, I will be point-devise the very man.
I do not now fool myself, to let imagination jade
me; for every reason excites to this, that my lady
Act 2 Sc 5 Ln 155loves me. She did commend my yellow stockings of
late, she did praise my leg being cross-gartered;
and in this she manifests herself to my love, and
with a kind of injunction drives me to these habits
of her liking. I thank my stars I am happy. I will
Act 2 Sc 5 Ln 160be strange, stout, in yellow stockings, and
cross-gartered, even with the swiftness of putting
on. Jove and my stars be praised! Here is yet a
postscript.
'Thou canst not choose but know who I am. If thou
Act 2 Sc 5 Ln 165entertainest my love, let it appear in thy smiling;
thy smiles become thee well; therefore in my
presence still smile, dear my sweet, I prithee.'
Jove, I thank thee: I will smile; I will do
everything that thou wilt have me.
FABIANAct 2 Sc 5 Ln 170I will not give my part of this sport for a pension
of thousands to be paid from the Sophy.
SIR TOBY BELCHI could marry this wench for this device.
SIR ANDREWSo could I too.
SIR TOBY BELCHAnd ask no other dowry with her but such another jest.
SIR ANDREWAct 2 Sc 5 Ln 175Nor I neither.
FABIANHere comes my noble gull-catcher.
SIR TOBY BELCHWilt thou set thy foot o' my neck?
SIR ANDREWOr o' mine either?
SIR TOBY BELCHShall I play my freedom at traytrip, and become thy
Act 2 Sc 5 Ln 180bond-slave?
SIR ANDREWI' faith, or I either?
SIR TOBY BELCHWhy, thou hast put him in such a dream, that when
the image of it leaves him he must run mad.
MARIANay, but say true; does it work upon him?
SIR TOBY BELCHAct 2 Sc 5 Ln 185Like aqua-vitae with a midwife.
MARIAIf you will then see the fruits of the sport, mark
his first approach before my lady: he will come to
her in yellow stockings, and 'tis a colour she
abhors, and cross-gartered, a fashion she detests;
Act 2 Sc 5 Ln 190and he will smile upon her, which will now be so
unsuitable to her disposition, being addicted to a
melancholy as she is, that it cannot but turn him
into a notable contempt. If you will see it, follow
me.
SIR TOBY BELCHAct 2 Sc 5 Ln 195To the gates of Tartar, thou most excellent devil of wit!
SIR ANDREWI'll make one too.

ACT III

SCENE I. OLIVIA's garden.

VIOLASave thee, friend, and thy music: dost thou live by
thy tabour?
ClownNo, sir, I live by the church.
VIOLAArt thou a churchman?
ClownAct 3 Sc 1 Ln 5No such matter, sir: I do live by the church; for
I do live at my house, and my house doth stand by
the church.
VIOLASo thou mayst say, the king lies by a beggar, if a
beggar dwell near him; or, the church stands by thy
Act 3 Sc 1 Ln 10tabour, if thy tabour stand by the church.
ClownYou have said, sir. To see this age! A sentence is
but a cheveril glove to a good wit: how quickly the
wrong side may be turned outward!
VIOLANay, that's certain; they that dally nicely with
Act 3 Sc 1 Ln 15words may quickly make them wanton.
ClownI would, therefore, my sister had had no name, sir.
VIOLAWhy, man?
ClownWhy, sir, her name's a word; and to dally with that
word might make my sister wanton. But indeed words
Act 3 Sc 1 Ln 20are very rascals since bonds disgraced them.
VIOLAThy reason, man?
ClownTroth, sir, I can yield you none without words; and
words are grown so false, I am loath to prove
reason with them.
VIOLAAct 3 Sc 1 Ln 25I warrant thou art a merry fellow and carest for nothing.
ClownNot so, sir, I do care for something; but in my
conscience, sir, I do not care for you: if that be
to care for nothing, sir, I would it would make you invisible.
VIOLAArt not thou the Lady Olivia's fool?
ClownAct 3 Sc 1 Ln 30No, indeed, sir; the Lady Olivia has no folly: she
will keep no fool, sir, till she be married; and
fools are as like husbands as pilchards are to
herrings; the husband's the bigger: I am indeed not
her fool, but her corrupter of words.
VIOLAAct 3 Sc 1 Ln 35I saw thee late at the Count Orsino's.
ClownFoolery, sir, does walk about the orb like the sun,
it shines every where. I would be sorry, sir, but
the fool should be as oft with your master as with
my mistress: I think I saw your wisdom there.
VIOLAAct 3 Sc 1 Ln 40Nay, an thou pass upon me, I'll no more with thee.
Hold, there's expenses for thee.
ClownNow Jove, in his next commodity of hair, send thee a beard!
VIOLABy my troth, I'll tell thee, I am almost sick for
one;
Act 3 Sc 1 Ln 45though I would not have it grow on my chin. Is thy
lady within?
ClownWould not a pair of these have bred, sir?
VIOLAYes, being kept together and put to use.
ClownI would play Lord Pandarus of Phrygia, sir, to bring
Act 3 Sc 1 Ln 50a Cressida to this Troilus.
VIOLAI understand you, sir; 'tis well begged.
ClownThe matter, I hope, is not great, sir, begging but
a beggar: Cressida was a beggar. My lady is
within, sir. I will construe to them whence you
Act 3 Sc 1 Ln 55come; who you are and what you would are out of my
welkin, I might say 'element,' but the word is over-worn.
VIOLAThis fellow is wise enough to play the fool;
And to do that well craves a kind of wit:
He must observe their mood on whom he jests,
Act 3 Sc 1 Ln 60The quality of persons, and the time,
And, like the haggard, cheque at every feather
That comes before his eye. This is a practise
As full of labour as a wise man's art
For folly that he wisely shows is fit;
Act 3 Sc 1 Ln 65But wise men, folly-fall'n, quite taint their wit.
SIR TOBY BELCHSave you, gentleman.
VIOLAAnd you, sir.
SIR ANDREWDieu vous garde, monsieur.
VIOLAEt vous aussi; votre serviteur.
SIR ANDREWAct 3 Sc 1 Ln 70I hope, sir, you are; and I am yours.
SIR TOBY BELCHWill you encounter the house? my niece is desirous
you should enter, if your trade be to her.
VIOLAI am bound to your niece, sir; I mean, she is the
list of my voyage.
SIR TOBY BELCHAct 3 Sc 1 Ln 75Taste your legs, sir; put them to motion.
VIOLAMy legs do better understand me, sir, than I
understand what you mean by bidding me taste my legs.
SIR TOBY BELCHI mean, to go, sir, to enter.
VIOLAI will answer you with gait and entrance. But we
Act 3 Sc 1 Ln 80are prevented.
Most excellent accomplished lady, the heavens rain
odours on you!
SIR ANDREWThat youth's a rare courtier: 'Rain odours;' well.
VIOLAMy matter hath no voice, to your own most pregnant
Act 3 Sc 1 Ln 85and vouchsafed ear.
SIR ANDREW'Odours,' 'pregnant' and 'vouchsafed:' I'll get 'em
all three all ready.
OLIVIALet the garden door be shut, and leave me to my hearing.
Give me your hand, sir.
VIOLAAct 3 Sc 1 Ln 90My duty, madam, and most humble service.
OLIVIAWhat is your name?
VIOLACesario is your servant's name, fair princess.
OLIVIAMy servant, sir! 'Twas never merry world
Since lowly feigning was call'd compliment:
Act 3 Sc 1 Ln 95You're servant to the Count Orsino, youth.
VIOLAAnd he is yours, and his must needs be yours:
Your servant's servant is your servant, madam.
OLIVIAFor him, I think not on him: for his thoughts,
Would they were blanks, rather than fill'd with me!
VIOLAAct 3 Sc 1 Ln 100Madam, I come to whet your gentle thoughts
On his behalf.
OLIVIAO, by your leave, I pray you,
I bade you never speak again of him:
But, would you undertake another suit,
Act 3 Sc 1 Ln 105I had rather hear you to solicit that
Than music from the spheres.
VIOLADear lady, —
OLIVIAGive me leave, beseech you. I did send,
After the last enchantment you did here,
Act 3 Sc 1 Ln 110A ring in chase of you: so did I abuse
Myself, my servant and, I fear me, you:
Under your hard construction must I sit,
To force that on you, in a shameful cunning,
Which you knew none of yours: what might you think?
Act 3 Sc 1 Ln 115Have you not set mine honour at the stake
And baited it with all the unmuzzled thoughts
That tyrannous heart can think? To one of your receiving
Enough is shown: a cypress, not a bosom,
Hideth my heart. So, let me hear you speak.
VIOLAAct 3 Sc 1 Ln 120I pity you.
OLIVIAThat's a degree to love.
VIOLANo, not a grize; for 'tis a vulgar proof,
That very oft we pity enemies.
OLIVIAWhy, then, methinks 'tis time to smile again.
Act 3 Sc 1 Ln 125O, world, how apt the poor are to be proud!
If one should be a prey, how much the better
To fall before the lion than the wolf!
The clock upbraids me with the waste of time.
Be not afraid, good youth, I will not have you:
Act 3 Sc 1 Ln 130And yet, when wit and youth is come to harvest,
Your were is alike to reap a proper man:
There lies your way, due west.
VIOLAThen westward-ho! Grace and good disposition
Attend your ladyship!
Act 3 Sc 1 Ln 135You'll nothing, madam, to my lord by me?
OLIVIAStay:
I prithee, tell me what thou thinkest of me.
VIOLAThat you do think you are not what you are.
OLIVIAIf I think so, I think the same of you.
VIOLAAct 3 Sc 1 Ln 140Then think you right: I am not what I am.
OLIVIAI would you were as I would have you be!
VIOLAWould it be better, madam, than I am?
I wish it might, for now I am your fool.
OLIVIAO, what a deal of scorn looks beautiful
Act 3 Sc 1 Ln 145In the contempt and anger of his lip!
A murderous guilt shows not itself more soon
Than love that would seem hid: love's night is noon.
Cesario, by the roses of the spring,
By maidhood, honour, truth and every thing,
Act 3 Sc 1 Ln 150I love thee so, that, maugre all thy pride,
Nor wit nor reason can my passion hide.
Do not extort thy reasons from this clause,
For that I woo, thou therefore hast no cause,
But rather reason thus with reason fetter,
Act 3 Sc 1 Ln 155Love sought is good, but given unsought better.
VIOLABy innocence I swear, and by my youth
I have one heart, one bosom and one truth,
And that no woman has; nor never none
Shall mistress be of it, save I alone.
Act 3 Sc 1 Ln 160And so adieu, good madam: never more
Will I my master's tears to you deplore.
OLIVIAYet come again; for thou perhaps mayst move
That heart, which now abhors, to like his love.

ACT III

SCENE II. OLIVIA's house.

SIR ANDREWNo, faith, I'll not stay a jot longer.
SIR TOBY BELCHThy reason, dear venom, give thy reason.
FABIANYou must needs yield your reason, Sir Andrew.
SIR ANDREWMarry, I saw your niece do more favours to the
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 5count's serving-man than ever she bestowed upon me;
I saw't i' the orchard.
SIR TOBY BELCHDid she see thee the while, old boy? tell me that.
SIR ANDREWAs plain as I see you now.
FABIANThis was a great argument of love in her toward you.
SIR ANDREWAct 3 Sc 2 Ln 10'Slight, will you make an ass o' me?
FABIANI will prove it legitimate, sir, upon the oaths of
judgment and reason.
SIR TOBY BELCHAnd they have been grand-jury-men since before Noah
was a sailor.
FABIANAct 3 Sc 2 Ln 15She did show favour to the youth in your sight only
to exasperate you, to awake your dormouse valour, to
put fire in your heart and brimstone in your liver.
You should then have accosted her; and with some
excellent jests, fire-new from the mint, you should
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 20have banged the youth into dumbness. This was
looked for at your hand, and this was balked: the
double gilt of this opportunity you let time wash
off, and you are now sailed into the north of my
lady's opinion; where you will hang like an icicle
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 25on a Dutchman's beard, unless you do redeem it by
some laudable attempt either of valour or policy.
SIR ANDREWAn't be any way, it must be with valour; for policy
I hate: I had as lief be a Brownist as a
politician.
SIR TOBY BELCHAct 3 Sc 2 Ln 30Why, then, build me thy fortunes upon the basis of
valour. Challenge me the count's youth to fight
with him; hurt him in eleven places: my niece shall
take note of it; and assure thyself, there is no
love-broker in the world can more prevail in man's
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 35commendation with woman than report of valour.
FABIANThere is no way but this, Sir Andrew.
SIR ANDREWWill either of you bear me a challenge to him?
SIR TOBY BELCHGo, write it in a martial hand; be curst and brief;
it is no matter how witty, so it be eloquent and fun
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 40of invention: taunt him with the licence of ink:
if thou thou'st him some thrice, it shall not be
amiss; and as many lies as will lie in thy sheet of
paper, although the sheet were big enough for the
bed of Ware in England, set 'em down: go, about it.
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 45Let there be gall enough in thy ink, though thou
write with a goose-pen, no matter: about it.
SIR ANDREWWhere shall I find you?
SIR TOBY BELCHWe'll call thee at the cubiculo: go.
FABIANThis is a dear manikin to you, Sir Toby.
SIR TOBY BELCHAct 3 Sc 2 Ln 50I have been dear to him, lad, some two thousand
strong, or so.
FABIANWe shall have a rare letter from him: but you'll
not deliver't?
SIR TOBY BELCHNever trust me, then; and by all means stir on the
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 55youth to an answer. I think oxen and wainropes
cannot hale them together. For Andrew, if he were
opened, and you find so much blood in his liver as
will clog the foot of a flea, I'll eat the rest of
the anatomy.
FABIANAct 3 Sc 2 Ln 60And his opposite, the youth, bears in his visage no
great presage of cruelty.
SIR TOBY BELCHLook, where the youngest wren of nine comes.
MARIAIf you desire the spleen, and will laugh yourself
into stitches, follow me. Yond gull Malvolio is
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 65turned heathen, a very renegado; for there is no
Christian, that means to be saved by believing
rightly, can ever believe such impossible passages
of grossness. He's in yellow stockings.
SIR TOBY BELCHAnd cross-gartered?
MARIAAct 3 Sc 2 Ln 70Most villanously; like a pedant that keeps a school
i' the church. I have dogged him, like his
murderer. He does obey every point of the letter
that I dropped to betray him: he does smile his
face into more lines than is in the new map with the
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 75augmentation of the Indies: you have not seen such
a thing as 'tis. I can hardly forbear hurling things
at him. I know my lady will strike him: if she do,
he'll smile and take't for a great favour.
SIR TOBY BELCHCome, bring us, bring us where he is.

ACT III

SCENE III. A street.

SEBASTIANI would not by my will have troubled you;
But, since you make your pleasure of your pains,
I will no further chide you.
ANTONIOI could not stay behind you: my desire,
Act 3 Sc 3 Ln 5More sharp than filed steel, did spur me forth;
And not all love to see you, though so much
As might have drawn one to a longer voyage,
But jealousy what might befall your travel,
Being skilless in these parts; which to a stranger,
Act 3 Sc 3 Ln 10Unguided and unfriended, often prove
Rough and unhospitable: my willing love,
The rather by these arguments of fear,
Set forth in your pursuit.
SEBASTIANMy kind Antonio,
Act 3 Sc 3 Ln 15I can no other answer make but thanks,
And thanks; and ever oft good turns
Are shuffled off with such uncurrent pay:
But, were my worth as is my conscience firm,
You should find better dealing. What's to do?
Act 3 Sc 3 Ln 20Shall we go see the reliques of this town?
ANTONIOTo-morrow, sir: best first go see your lodging.
SEBASTIANI am not weary, and 'tis long to night:
I pray you, let us satisfy our eyes
With the memorials and the things of fame
Act 3 Sc 3 Ln 25That do renown this city.
ANTONIOWould you'ld pardon me;
I do not without danger walk these streets:
Once, in a sea-fight, 'gainst the count his galleys
I did some service; of such note indeed,
Act 3 Sc 3 Ln 30That were I ta'en here it would scarce be answer'd.
SEBASTIANBelike you slew great number of his people.
ANTONIOThe offence is not of such a bloody nature;
Albeit the quality of the time and quarrel
Might well have given us bloody argument.
Act 3 Sc 3 Ln 35It might have since been answer'd in repaying
What we took from them; which, for traffic's sake,
Most of our city did: only myself stood out;
For which, if I be lapsed in this place,
I shall pay dear.
SEBASTIANAct 3 Sc 3 Ln 40Do not then walk too open.
ANTONIOIt doth not fit me. Hold, sir, here's my purse.
In the south suburbs, at the Elephant,
Is best to lodge: I will bespeak our diet,
Whiles you beguile the time and feed your knowledge
Act 3 Sc 3 Ln 45With viewing of the town: there shall you have me.
SEBASTIANWhy I your purse?
ANTONIOHaply your eye shall light upon some toy
You have desire to purchase; and your store,
I think, is not for idle markets, sir.
SEBASTIANAct 3 Sc 3 Ln 50I'll be your purse-bearer and leave you
For an hour.
ANTONIOTo the Elephant.
SEBASTIANI do remember.

ACT III

SCENE IV. OLIVIA's garden.

OLIVIAI have sent after him: he says he'll come;
How shall I feast him? what bestow of him?
For youth is bought more oft than begg'd or borrow'd.
I speak too loud.
Act 3 Sc 4 Ln 5Where is Malvolio? he is sad and civil,
And suits well for a servant with my fortunes:
Where is Malvolio?
MARIAHe's coming, madam; but in very strange manner. He
is, sure, possessed, madam.
OLIVIAAct 3 Sc 4 Ln 10Why, what's the matter? does he rave?
MARIANo. madam, he does nothing but smile: your
ladyship were best to have some guard about you, if
he come; for, sure, the man is tainted in's wits.
OLIVIAGo call him hither.
Act 3 Sc 4 Ln 15I am as mad as he,
If sad and merry madness equal be.
How now, Malvolio!
MALVOLIOSweet lady, ho, ho.
OLIVIASmilest thou?
Act 3 Sc 4 Ln 20I sent for thee upon a sad occasion.
MALVOLIOSad, lady! I could be sad: this does make some
obstruction in the blood, this cross-gartering; but
what of that? if it please the eye of one, it is
with me as the very true sonnet is, 'Please one, and
Act 3 Sc 4 Ln 25please all.'
OLIVIAWhy, how dost thou, man? what is the matter with thee?
MALVOLIONot black in my mind, though yellow in my legs. It
did come to his hands, and commands shall be
executed: I think we do know the sweet Roman hand.
OLIVIAAct 3 Sc 4 Ln 30Wilt thou go to bed, Malvolio?
MALVOLIOTo bed! ay, sweet-heart, and I'll come to thee.
OLIVIAGod comfort thee! Why dost thou smile so and kiss
thy hand so oft?
MARIAHow do you, Malvolio?
MALVOLIOAct 3 Sc 4 Ln 35At your request! yes; nightingales answer daws.
MARIAWhy appear you with this ridiculous boldness before my lady?
MALVOLIO'Be not afraid of greatness:' 'twas well writ.
OLIVIAWhat meanest thou by that, Malvolio?
MALVOLIO'Some are born great,' —
OLIVIAAct 3 Sc 4 Ln 40Ha!
MALVOLIO'Some achieve greatness,' —
OLIVIAWhat sayest thou?
MALVOLIO'And some have greatness thrust upon them.'
OLIVIAHeaven restore thee!
MALVOLIOAct 3 Sc 4 Ln 45'Remember who commended thy yellow stockings,' —
OLIVIAThy yellow stockings!
MALVOLIO'And wished to see thee cross-gartered.'
OLIVIACross-gartered!
MALVOLIO'Go to thou art made, if thou desirest to be so;' —
OLIVIAAct 3 Sc 4 Ln 50Am I made?
MALVOLIO'If not, let me see thee a servant still.'
OLIVIAWhy, this is very midsummer madness.
ServantMadam, the young gentleman of the Count Orsino's is
returned: I could hardly entreat him back: he
Act 3 Sc 4 Ln 55attends your ladyship's pleasure.
OLIVIAI'll come to him.
Good Maria, let this fellow be looked to. Where's
my cousin Toby? Let some of my people have a special
care of him: I would not have him miscarry for the
Act 3 Sc 4 Ln 60half of my dowry.
MALVOLIOO, ho! do you come near me now? no worse man than
Sir Toby to look to me! This concurs directly with
the letter: she sends him on purpose, that I may
appear stubborn to him; for she incites me to that
Act 3 Sc 4 Ln 65in the letter. 'Cast thy humble slough,' says she;
'be opposite with a kinsman, surly with servants;
let thy tongue tang with arguments of state; put
thyself into the trick of singularity;' and
consequently sets down the manner how; as, a sad
Act 3 Sc 4 Ln 70face, a reverend carriage, a slow tongue, in the
habit of some sir of note, and so forth. I have
limed her; but it is Jove's doing, and Jove make me
thankful! And when she went away now, 'Let this
fellow be looked to:' fellow! not Malvolio, nor
Act 3 Sc 4 Ln 75after my degree, but fellow. Why, every thing
adheres together, that no dram of a scruple, no
scruple of a scruple, no obstacle, no incredulous
or unsafe circumstance — What can be said? Nothing
that can be can come between me and the full
Act 3 Sc 4 Ln 80prospect of my hopes. Well, Jove, not I, is the
doer of this, and he is to be thanked.
SIR TOBY BELCHWhich way is he, in the name of sanctity? If all
the devils of hell be drawn in little, and Legion
himself possessed him, yet I'll speak to him.
FABIANAct 3 Sc 4 Ln 85Here he is, here he is. How is't with you, sir?
how is't with you, man?
MALVOLIOGo off; I discard you: let me enjoy my private: go
off.
MARIALo, how hollow the fiend speaks within him! did not
Act 3 Sc 4 Ln 90I tell you? Sir Toby, my lady prays you to have a
care of him.
MALVOLIOAh, ha! does she so?
SIR TOBY BELCHGo to, go to; peace, peace; we must deal gently
with him: let me alone. How do you, Malvolio? how
Act 3 Sc 4 Ln 95is't with you? What, man! defy the devil:
consider, he's an enemy to mankind.
MALVOLIODo you know what you say?
MARIALa you, an you speak ill of the devil, how he takes
it at heart! Pray God, he be not bewitched!
FABIANAct 3 Sc 4 Ln 100Carry his water to the wise woman.
MARIAMarry, and it shall be done to-morrow morning, if I
live. My lady would not lose him for more than I'll say.
MALVOLIOHow now, mistress!
MARIAO Lord!
SIR TOBY BELCHAct 3 Sc 4 Ln 105Prithee, hold thy peace; this is not the way: do
you not see you move him? let me alone with him.
FABIANNo way but gentleness; gently, gently: the fiend is
rough, and will not be roughly used.
SIR TOBY BELCHWhy, how now, my bawcock! how dost thou, chuck?
MALVOLIOAct 3 Sc 4 Ln 110Sir!
SIR TOBY BELCHAy, Biddy, come with me. What, man! 'tis not for
gravity to play at cherry-pit with Satan: hang
him, foul collier!
MARIAGet him to say his prayers, good Sir Toby, get him to pray.
MALVOLIOAct 3 Sc 4 Ln 115My prayers, minx!
MARIANo, I warrant you, he will not hear of godliness.
MALVOLIOGo, hang yourselves all! you are idle shallow
things: I am not of your element: you shall know
more hereafter.
SIR TOBY BELCHAct 3 Sc 4 Ln 120Is't possible?
FABIANIf this were played upon a stage now, I could
condemn it as an improbable fiction.
SIR TOBY BELCHHis very genius hath taken the infection of the device, man.
MARIANay, pursue him now, lest the device take air and taint.
FABIANAct 3 Sc 4 Ln 125Why, we shall make him mad indeed.
MARIAThe house will be the quieter.
SIR TOBY BELCHCome, we'll have him in a dark room and bound. My
niece is already in the belief that he's mad: we
may carry it thus, for our pleasure and his penance,
Act 3 Sc 4 Ln 130till our very pastime, tired out of breath, prompt
us to have mercy on him: at which time we will
bring the device to the bar and crown thee for a
finder of madmen. But see, but see.
FABIANMore matter for a May morning.
SIR ANDREWAct 3 Sc 4 Ln 135Here's the challenge, read it: warrant there's
vinegar and pepper in't.
FABIANIs't so saucy?
SIR ANDREWAy, is't, I warrant him: do but read.
SIR TOBY BELCHGive me.
Act 3 Sc 4 Ln 140'Youth, whatsoever thou art, thou art but a scurvy fellow.'
FABIANGood, and valiant.
SIR TOBY BELCH 'Wonder not, nor admire not in thy mind,
why I do call thee so, for I will show thee no reason for't.'
FABIANA good note; that keeps you from the blow of the law.
SIR TOBY BELCHAct 3 Sc 4 Ln 145 'Thou comest to the lady Olivia, and in my
sight she uses thee kindly: but thou liest in thy
throat; that is not the matter I challenge thee for.'
FABIANVery brief, and to exceeding good sense — less.
SIR TOBY BELCH 'I will waylay thee going home; where if it
Act 3 Sc 4 Ln 150be thy chance to kill me,' —
FABIANGood.
SIR TOBY BELCH 'Thou killest me like a rogue and a villain.'
FABIANStill you keep o' the windy side of the law: good.
SIR TOBY BELCH 'Fare thee well; and God have mercy upon
Act 3 Sc 4 Ln 155one of our souls! He may have mercy upon mine; but
my hope is better, and so look to thyself. Thy
friend, as thou usest him, and thy sworn enemy,
ANDREW AGUECHEEK.
If this letter move him not, his legs cannot:
Act 3 Sc 4 Ln 160I'll give't him.
MARIAYou may have very fit occasion for't: he is now in
some commerce with my lady, and will by and by depart.
SIR TOBY BELCHGo, Sir Andrew: scout me for him at the corner the
orchard like a bum-baily: so soon as ever thou seest
Act 3 Sc 4 Ln 165him, draw; and, as thou drawest swear horrible; for
it comes to pass oft that a terrible oath, with a
swaggering accent sharply twanged off, gives manhood
more approbation than ever proof itself would have
earned him. Away!
SIR ANDREWAct 3 Sc 4 Ln 170Nay, let me alone for swearing.
SIR TOBY BELCHNow will not I deliver his letter: for the behavior
of the young gentleman gives him out to be of good
capacity and breeding; his employment between his
lord and my niece confirms no less: therefore this
Act 3 Sc 4 Ln 175letter, being so excellently ignorant, will breed no
terror in the youth: he will find it comes from a
clodpole. But, sir, I will deliver his challenge by
word of mouth; set upon Aguecheek a notable report
of valour; and drive the gentleman, as I know his
Act 3 Sc 4 Ln 180youth will aptly receive it, into a most hideous
opinion of his rage, skill, fury and impetuosity.
This will so fright them both that they will kill
one another by the look, like cockatrices.
FABIANHere he comes with your niece: give them way till
Act 3 Sc 4 Ln 185he take leave, and presently after him.
SIR TOBY BELCHI will meditate the while upon some horrid message
for a challenge.
OLIVIAI have said too much unto a heart of stone
And laid mine honour too unchary out:
Act 3 Sc 4 Ln 190There's something in me that reproves my fault;
But such a headstrong potent fault it is,
That it but mocks reproof.
VIOLAWith the same 'havior that your passion bears
Goes on my master's grief.
OLIVIAAct 3 Sc 4 Ln 195Here, wear this jewel for me, 'tis my picture;
Refuse it not; it hath no tongue to vex you;
And I beseech you come again to-morrow.
What shall you ask of me that I'll deny,
That honour saved may upon asking give?
VIOLAAct 3 Sc 4 Ln 200Nothing but this; your true love for my master.
OLIVIAHow with mine honour may I give him that
Which I have given to you?
VIOLAI will acquit you.
OLIVIAWell, come again to-morrow: fare thee well:
Act 3 Sc 4 Ln 205A fiend like thee might bear my soul to hell.
SIR TOBY BELCHGentleman, God save thee.
VIOLAAnd you, sir.
SIR TOBY BELCHThat defence thou hast, betake thee to't: of what
nature the wrongs are thou hast done him, I know
Act 3 Sc 4 Ln 210not; but thy intercepter, full of despite, bloody as
the hunter, attends thee at the orchard-end:
dismount thy tuck, be yare in thy preparation, for
thy assailant is quick, skilful and deadly.
VIOLAYou mistake, sir; I am sure no man hath any quarrel
Act 3 Sc 4 Ln 215to me: my remembrance is very free and clear from
any image of offence done to any man.
SIR TOBY BELCHYou'll find it otherwise, I assure you: therefore,
if you hold your life at any price, betake you to
your guard; for your opposite hath in him what
Act 3 Sc 4 Ln 220youth, strength, skill and wrath can furnish man withal.
VIOLAI pray you, sir, what is he?
SIR TOBY BELCHHe is knight, dubbed with unhatched rapier and on
carpet consideration; but he is a devil in private
brawl: souls and bodies hath he divorced three; and
Act 3 Sc 4 Ln 225his incensement at this moment is so implacable,
that satisfaction can be none but by pangs of death
and sepulchre. Hob, nob, is his word; give't or take't.
VIOLAI will return again into the house and desire some
conduct of the lady. I am no fighter. I have heard
Act 3 Sc 4 Ln 230of some kind of men that put quarrels purposely on
others, to taste their valour: belike this is a man
of that quirk.
SIR TOBY BELCHSir, no; his indignation derives itself out of a
very competent injury: therefore, get you on and
Act 3 Sc 4 Ln 235give him his desire. Back you shall not to the
house, unless you undertake that with me which with
as much safety you might answer him: therefore, on,
or strip your sword stark naked; for meddle you
must, that's certain, or forswear to wear iron about you.
VIOLAAct 3 Sc 4 Ln 240This is as uncivil as strange. I beseech you, do me
this courteous office, as to know of the knight what
my offence to him is: it is something of my
negligence, nothing of my purpose.
SIR TOBY BELCHI will do so. Signior Fabian, stay you by this
Act 3 Sc 4 Ln 245gentleman till my return.
VIOLAPray you, sir, do you know of this matter?
FABIANI know the knight is incensed against you, even to a
mortal arbitrement; but nothing of the circumstance more.
VIOLAI beseech you, what manner of man is he?
FABIANAct 3 Sc 4 Ln 250Nothing of that wonderful promise, to read him by
his form, as you are like to find him in the proof
of his valour. He is, indeed, sir, the most skilful,
bloody and fatal opposite that you could possibly
have found in any part of Illyria. Will you walk
Act 3 Sc 4 Ln 255towards him? I will make your peace with him if I
can.
VIOLAI shall be much bound to you for't: I am one that
had rather go with sir priest than sir knight: I
care not who knows so much of my mettle.
SIR TOBY BELCHAct 3 Sc 4 Ln 260Why, man, he's a very devil; I have not seen such a
firago. I had a pass with him, rapier, scabbard and
all, and he gives me the stuck in with such a mortal
motion, that it is inevitable; and on the answer, he
pays you as surely as your feet hit the ground they
Act 3 Sc 4 Ln 265step on. They say he has been fencer to the Sophy.
SIR ANDREWPox on't, I'll not meddle with him.
SIR TOBY BELCHAy, but he will not now be pacified: Fabian can
scarce hold him yonder.
SIR ANDREWPlague on't, an I thought he had been valiant and so
Act 3 Sc 4 Ln 270cunning in fence, I'ld have seen him damned ere I'ld
have challenged him. Let him let the matter slip,
and I'll give him my horse, grey Capilet.
SIR TOBY BELCHI'll make the motion: stand here, make a good show
on't: this shall end without the perdition of souls.
Act 3 Sc 4 Ln 275Marry, I'll ride your horse as well as I ride you.
I have his horse to take up the quarrel:
I have persuaded him the youth's a devil.
FABIANHe is as horribly conceited of him; and pants and
looks pale, as if a bear were at his heels.
SIR TOBY BELCHAct 3 Sc 4 Ln 280 There's no remedy, sir; he will fight
with you for's oath sake: marry, he hath better
bethought him of his quarrel, and he finds that now
scarce to be worth talking of: therefore draw, for
the supportance of his vow; he protests he will not hurt you.
VIOLAAct 3 Sc 4 Ln 285 Pray God defend me! A little thing would
make me tell them how much I lack of a man.
FABIANGive ground, if you see him furious.
SIR TOBY BELCHCome, Sir Andrew, there's no remedy; the gentleman
will, for his honour's sake, have one bout with you;
Act 3 Sc 4 Ln 290he cannot by the duello avoid it: but he has
promised me, as he is a gentleman and a soldier, he
will not hurt you. Come on; to't.
SIR ANDREWPray God, he keep his oath!
VIOLAI do assure you, 'tis against my will.
ANTONIOAct 3 Sc 4 Ln 295Put up your sword. If this young gentleman
Have done offence, I take the fault on me:
If you offend him, I for him defy you.
SIR TOBY BELCHYou, sir! why, what are you?
ANTONIOOne, sir, that for his love dares yet do more
Act 3 Sc 4 Ln 300Than you have heard him brag to you he will.
SIR TOBY BELCHNay, if you be an undertaker, I am for you.
FABIANO good Sir Toby, hold! here come the officers.
SIR TOBY BELCHI'll be with you anon.
VIOLAPray, sir, put your sword up, if you please.
SIR ANDREWAct 3 Sc 4 Ln 305Marry, will I, sir; and, for that I promised you,
I'll be as good as my word: he will bear you easily
and reins well.
First OfficerThis is the man; do thy office.
Second OfficerAntonio, I arrest thee at the suit of Count Orsino.
ANTONIOAct 3 Sc 4 Ln 310You do mistake me, sir.
First OfficerNo, sir, no jot; I know your favour well,
Though now you have no sea-cap on your head.
Take him away: he knows I know him well.
ANTONIOI must obey.
Act 3 Sc 4 Ln 315This comes with seeking you:
But there's no remedy; I shall answer it.
What will you do, now my necessity
Makes me to ask you for my purse? It grieves me
Much more for what I cannot do for you
Act 3 Sc 4 Ln 320Than what befalls myself. You stand amazed;
But be of comfort.
Second OfficerCome, sir, away.
ANTONIOI must entreat of you some of that money.
VIOLAWhat money, sir?
Act 3 Sc 4 Ln 325For the fair kindness you have show'd me here,
And, part, being prompted by your present trouble,
Out of my lean and low ability
I'll lend you something: my having is not much;
I'll make division of my present with you:
Act 3 Sc 4 Ln 330Hold, there's half my coffer.
ANTONIOWill you deny me now?
Is't possible that my deserts to you
Can lack persuasion? Do not tempt my misery,
Lest that it make me so unsound a man
Act 3 Sc 4 Ln 335As to upbraid you with those kindnesses
That I have done for you.
VIOLAI know of none;
Nor know I you by voice or any feature:
I hate ingratitude more in a man
Act 3 Sc 4 Ln 340Than lying, vainness, babbling, drunkenness,
Or any taint of vice whose strong corruption
Inhabits our frail blood.
ANTONIOO heavens themselves!
Second OfficerCome, sir, I pray you, go.
ANTONIOAct 3 Sc 4 Ln 345Let me speak a little. This youth that you see here
I snatch'd one half out of the jaws of death,
Relieved him with such sanctity of love,
And to his image, which methought did promise
Most venerable worth, did I devotion.
First OfficerAct 3 Sc 4 Ln 350What's that to us? The time goes by: away!
ANTONIOBut O how vile an idol proves this god
Thou hast, Sebastian, done good feature shame.
In nature there's no blemish but the mind;
None can be call'd deform'd but the unkind:
Act 3 Sc 4 Ln 355Virtue is beauty, but the beauteous evil
Are empty trunks o'erflourish'd by the devil.
First OfficerThe man grows mad: away with him! Come, come, sir.
ANTONIOLead me on.
VIOLAMethinks his words do from such passion fly,
Act 3 Sc 4 Ln 360That he believes himself: so do not I.
Prove true, imagination, O, prove true,
That I, dear brother, be now ta'en for you!
SIR TOBY BELCHCome hither, knight; come hither, Fabian: we'll
whisper o'er a couplet or two of most sage saws.
VIOLAAct 3 Sc 4 Ln 365He named Sebastian: I my brother know
Yet living in my glass; even such and so
In favour was my brother, and he went
Still in this fashion, colour, ornament,
For him I imitate: O, if it prove,
Act 3 Sc 4 Ln 370Tempests are kind and salt waves fresh in love.
SIR TOBY BELCHA very dishonest paltry boy, and more a coward than
a hare: his dishonesty appears in leaving his
friend here in necessity and denying him; and for
his cowardship, ask Fabian.
FABIANAct 3 Sc 4 Ln 375A coward, a most devout coward, religious in it.
SIR ANDREW'Slid, I'll after him again and beat him.
SIR TOBY BELCHDo; cuff him soundly, but never draw thy sword.
SIR ANDREWAn I do not, —
FABIANCome, let's see the event.
SIR TOBY BELCHAct 3 Sc 4 Ln 380I dare lay any money 'twill be nothing yet.

ACT IV

SCENE I. Before OLIVIA's house.

ClownWill you make me believe that I am not sent for you?
SEBASTIANGo to, go to, thou art a foolish fellow:
Let me be clear of thee.
ClownWell held out, i' faith! No, I do not know you; nor
Act 4 Sc 1 Ln 5I am not sent to you by my lady, to bid you come
speak with her; nor your name is not Master Cesario;
nor this is not my nose neither. Nothing that is so is so.
SEBASTIANI prithee, vent thy folly somewhere else: Thou
know'st not me.
ClownAct 4 Sc 1 Ln 10Vent my folly! he has heard that word of some
great man and now applies it to a fool. Vent my
folly! I am afraid this great lubber, the world,
will prove a cockney. I prithee now, ungird thy
strangeness and tell me what I shall vent to my
Act 4 Sc 1 Ln 15lady: shall I vent to her that thou art coming?
SEBASTIANI prithee, foolish Greek, depart from me: There's
money for thee: if you tarry longer, I shall give
worse payment.
ClownBy my troth, thou hast an open hand. These wise men
Act 4 Sc 1 Ln 20that give fools money get themselves a good
report — after fourteen years' purchase.
SIR ANDREWNow, sir, have I met you again? there's for you.
SEBASTIANWhy, there's for thee, and there, and there. Are all
the people mad?
SIR TOBY BELCHAct 4 Sc 1 Ln 25Hold, sir, or I'll throw your dagger o'er the house.
ClownThis will I tell my lady straight: I would not be
in some of your coats for two pence.
SIR TOBY BELCHCome on, sir; hold.
SIR ANDREWNay, let him alone: I'll go another way to work
Act 4 Sc 1 Ln 30with him; I'll have an action of battery against
him, if there be any law in Illyria: though I
struck him first, yet it's no matter for that.
SEBASTIANLet go thy hand.
SIR TOBY BELCHCome, sir, I will not let you go. Come, my young
Act 4 Sc 1 Ln 35soldier, put up your iron: you are well fleshed; come on.
SEBASTIANI will be free from thee. What wouldst thou now? If
thou darest tempt me further, draw thy sword.
SIR TOBY BELCHWhat, what? Nay, then I must have an ounce or two
of this malapert blood from you.
OLIVIAAct 4 Sc 1 Ln 40Hold, Toby; on thy life I charge thee, hold!
SIR TOBY BELCHMadam!
OLIVIAWill it be ever thus? Ungracious wretch,
Fit for the mountains and the barbarous caves,
Where manners ne'er were preach'd! out of my sight!
Act 4 Sc 1 Ln 45Be not offended, dear Cesario.
Rudesby, be gone!
I prithee, gentle friend,
Let thy fair wisdom, not thy passion, sway
In this uncivil and thou unjust extent
Act 4 Sc 1 Ln 50Against thy peace. Go with me to my house,
And hear thou there how many fruitless pranks
This ruffian hath botch'd up, that thou thereby
Mayst smile at this: thou shalt not choose but go:
Do not deny. Beshrew his soul for me,
Act 4 Sc 1 Ln 55He started one poor heart of mine in thee.
SEBASTIANWhat relish is in this? how runs the stream?
Or I am mad, or else this is a dream:
Let fancy still my sense in Lethe steep;
If it be thus to dream, still let me sleep!
OLIVIAAct 4 Sc 1 Ln 60Nay, come, I prithee; would thou'ldst be ruled by me!
SEBASTIANMadam, I will.
OLIVIAO, say so, and so be!

ACT IV

SCENE II. OLIVIA's house.

MARIANay, I prithee, put on this gown and this beard;
make him believe thou art Sir Topas the curate: do
it quickly; I'll call Sir Toby the whilst.
ClownWell, I'll put it on, and I will dissemble myself
Act 4 Sc 2 Ln 5in't; and I would I were the first that ever
dissembled in such a gown. I am not tall enough to
become the function well, nor lean enough to be
thought a good student; but to be said an honest man
and a good housekeeper goes as fairly as to say a
Act 4 Sc 2 Ln 10careful man and a great scholar. The competitors enter.
SIR TOBY BELCHJove bless thee, master Parson.
ClownBonos dies, Sir Toby: for, as the old hermit of
Prague, that never saw pen and ink, very wittily
said to a niece of King Gorboduc, 'That that is is;'
Act 4 Sc 2 Ln 15so I, being Master Parson, am Master Parson; for,
what is 'that' but 'that,' and 'is' but 'is'?
SIR TOBY BELCHTo him, Sir Topas.
ClownWhat, ho, I say! peace in this prison!
SIR TOBY BELCHThe knave counterfeits well; a good knave.
MALVOLIOAct 4 Sc 2 Ln 20 Who calls there?
ClownSir Topas the curate, who comes to visit Malvolio
the lunatic.
MALVOLIOSir Topas, Sir Topas, good Sir Topas, go to my lady.
ClownOut, hyperbolical fiend! how vexest thou this man!
Act 4 Sc 2 Ln 25talkest thou nothing but of ladies?
SIR TOBY BELCHWell said, Master Parson.
MALVOLIOSir Topas, never was man thus wronged: good Sir
Topas, do not think I am mad: they have laid me
here in hideous darkness.
ClownAct 4 Sc 2 Ln 30Fie, thou dishonest Satan! I call thee by the most
modest terms; for I am one of those gentle ones
that will use the devil himself with courtesy:
sayest thou that house is dark?
MALVOLIOAs hell, Sir Topas.
ClownAct 4 Sc 2 Ln 35Why it hath bay windows transparent as barricadoes,
and the clearstores toward the south north are as
lustrous as ebony; and yet complainest thou of
obstruction?
MALVOLIOI am not mad, Sir Topas: I say to you, this house is dark.
ClownAct 4 Sc 2 Ln 40Madman, thou errest: I say, there is no darkness
but ignorance; in which thou art more puzzled than
the Egyptians in their fog.
MALVOLIOI say, this house is as dark as ignorance, though
ignorance were as dark as hell; and I say, there
Act 4 Sc 2 Ln 45was never man thus abused. I am no more mad than you
are: make the trial of it in any constant question.
ClownWhat is the opinion of Pythagoras concerning wild fowl?
MALVOLIOThat the soul of our grandam might haply inhabit a bird.
ClownWhat thinkest thou of his opinion?
MALVOLIOAct 4 Sc 2 Ln 50I think nobly of the soul, and no way approve his opinion.
ClownFare thee well. Remain thou still in darkness:
thou shalt hold the opinion of Pythagoras ere I will
allow of thy wits, and fear to kill a woodcock, lest
thou dispossess the soul of thy grandam. Fare thee well.
MALVOLIOAct 4 Sc 2 Ln 55Sir Topas, Sir Topas!
SIR TOBY BELCHMy most exquisite Sir Topas!
ClownNay, I am for all waters.
MARIAThou mightst have done this without thy beard and
gown: he sees thee not.
SIR TOBY BELCHAct 4 Sc 2 Ln 60To him in thine own voice, and bring me word how
thou findest him: I would we were well rid of this
knavery. If he may be conveniently delivered, I
would he were, for I am now so far in offence with
my niece that I cannot pursue with any safety this
Act 4 Sc 2 Ln 65sport to the upshot. Come by and by to my chamber.
Clown(STAGEDIR "Singing")
'Hey, Robin, jolly Robin,
Tell me how thy lady does.'
MALVOLIOFool!
ClownAct 4 Sc 2 Ln 70'My lady is unkind, perdy.'
MALVOLIOFool!
Clown'Alas, why is she so?'
MALVOLIOFool, I say!
Clown'She loves another' — Who calls, ha?
MALVOLIOAct 4 Sc 2 Ln 75Good fool, as ever thou wilt deserve well at my
hand, help me to a candle, and pen, ink and paper:
as I am a gentleman, I will live to be thankful to
thee for't.
ClownMaster Malvolio?
MALVOLIOAct 4 Sc 2 Ln 80Ay, good fool.
ClownAlas, sir, how fell you besides your five wits?
MALVOLIOFool, there was never a man so notoriously abused: I
am as well in my wits, fool, as thou art.
ClownBut as well? then you are mad indeed, if you be no
Act 4 Sc 2 Ln 85better in your wits than a fool.
MALVOLIOThey have here propertied me; keep me in darkness,
send ministers to me, asses, and do all they can to
face me out of my wits.
ClownAdvise you what you say; the minister is here.
Act 4 Sc 2 Ln 90Malvolio, Malvolio, thy wits the heavens restore!
endeavour thyself to sleep, and leave thy vain
bibble babble.
MALVOLIOSir Topas!
ClownMaintain no words with him, good fellow. Who, I,
Act 4 Sc 2 Ln 95sir? not I, sir. God be wi' you, good Sir Topas.
Merry, amen. I will, sir, I will.
MALVOLIOFool, fool, fool, I say!
ClownAlas, sir, be patient. What say you sir? I am
shent for speaking to you.
MALVOLIOAct 4 Sc 2 Ln 100Good fool, help me to some light and some paper: I
tell thee, I am as well in my wits as any man in Illyria.
ClownWell-a-day that you were, sir
MALVOLIOBy this hand, I am. Good fool, some ink, paper and
light; and convey what I will set down to my lady:
Act 4 Sc 2 Ln 105it shall advantage thee more than ever the bearing
of letter did.
ClownI will help you to't. But tell me true, are you
not mad indeed? or do you but counterfeit?
MALVOLIOBelieve me, I am not; I tell thee true.
ClownAct 4 Sc 2 Ln 110Nay, I'll ne'er believe a madman till I see his
brains. I will fetch you light and paper and ink.
MALVOLIOFool, I'll requite it in the highest degree: I
prithee, be gone.
Clown(STAGEDIR "Singing")
Act 4 Sc 2 Ln 115I am gone, sir,
And anon, sir,
I'll be with you again,
In a trice,
Like to the old Vice,
Act 4 Sc 2 Ln 120Your need to sustain;
Who, with dagger of lath,
In his rage and his wrath,
Cries, ah, ha! to the devil:
Like a mad lad,
Act 4 Sc 2 Ln 125Pare thy nails, dad;
Adieu, good man devil.

ACT IV

SCENE III. OLIVIA's garden.

SEBASTIANThis is the air; that is the glorious sun;
This pearl she gave me, I do feel't and see't;
And though 'tis wonder that enwraps me thus,
Yet 'tis not madness. Where's Antonio, then?
Act 4 Sc 3 Ln 5I could not find him at the Elephant:
Yet there he was; and there I found this credit,
That he did range the town to seek me out.
His counsel now might do me golden service;
For though my soul disputes well with my sense,
Act 4 Sc 3 Ln 10That this may be some error, but no madness,
Yet doth this accident and flood of fortune
So far exceed all instance, all discourse,
That I am ready to distrust mine eyes
And wrangle with my reason that persuades me
Act 4 Sc 3 Ln 15To any other trust but that I am mad
Or else the lady's mad; yet, if 'twere so,
She could not sway her house, command her followers,
Take and give back affairs and their dispatch
With such a smooth, discreet and stable bearing
Act 4 Sc 3 Ln 20As I perceive she does: there's something in't
That is deceiveable. But here the lady comes.
OLIVIABlame not this haste of mine. If you mean well,
Now go with me and with this holy man
Into the chantry by: there, before him,
Act 4 Sc 3 Ln 25And underneath that consecrated roof,
Plight me the full assurance of your faith;
That my most jealous and too doubtful soul
May live at peace. He shall conceal it
Whiles you are willing it shall come to note,
Act 4 Sc 3 Ln 30What time we will our celebration keep
According to my birth. What do you say?
SEBASTIANI'll follow this good man, and go with you;
And, having sworn truth, ever will be true.
OLIVIAThen lead the way, good father; and heavens so shine,
Act 4 Sc 3 Ln 35That they may fairly note this act of mine!

ACT V

SCENE I. Before OLIVIA's house.

FABIANNow, as thou lovest me, let me see his letter.
ClownGood Master Fabian, grant me another request.
FABIANAny thing.
ClownDo not desire to see this letter.
FABIANAct 5 Sc 1 Ln 5This is, to give a dog, and in recompense desire my
dog again.
DUKE ORSINOBelong you to the Lady Olivia, friends?
ClownAy, sir; we are some of her trappings.
DUKE ORSINOI know thee well; how dost thou, my good fellow?
ClownAct 5 Sc 1 Ln 10Truly, sir, the better for my foes and the worse
for my friends.
DUKE ORSINOJust the contrary; the better for thy friends.
ClownNo, sir, the worse.
DUKE ORSINOHow can that be?
ClownAct 5 Sc 1 Ln 15Marry, sir, they praise me and make an ass of me;
now my foes tell me plainly I am an ass: so that by
my foes, sir I profit in the knowledge of myself,
and by my friends, I am abused: so that,
conclusions to be as kisses, if your four negatives
Act 5 Sc 1 Ln 20make your two affirmatives why then, the worse for
my friends and the better for my foes.
DUKE ORSINOWhy, this is excellent.
ClownBy my troth, sir, no; though it please you to be
one of my friends.
DUKE ORSINOAct 5 Sc 1 Ln 25Thou shalt not be the worse for me: there's gold.
ClownBut that it would be double-dealing, sir, I would
you could make it another.
DUKE ORSINOO, you give me ill counsel.
ClownPut your grace in your pocket, sir, for this once,
Act 5 Sc 1 Ln 30and let your flesh and blood obey it.
DUKE ORSINOWell, I will be so much a sinner, to be a
double-dealer: there's another.
ClownPrimo, secundo, tertio, is a good play; and the old
saying is, the third pays for all: the triplex,
Act 5 Sc 1 Ln 35sir, is a good tripping measure; or the bells of
Saint Bennet, sir, may put you in mind; one, two, three.
DUKE ORSINOYou can fool no more money out of me at this throw:
if you will let your lady know I am here to speak
with her, and bring her along with you, it may awake
Act 5 Sc 1 Ln 40my bounty further.
ClownMarry, sir, lullaby to your bounty till I come
again. I go, sir; but I would not have you to think
that my desire of having is the sin of covetousness:
but, as you say, sir, let your bounty take a nap, I
Act 5 Sc 1 Ln 45will awake it anon.
VIOLAHere comes the man, sir, that did rescue me.
DUKE ORSINOThat face of his I do remember well;
Yet, when I saw it last, it was besmear'd
As black as Vulcan in the smoke of war:
Act 5 Sc 1 Ln 50A bawbling vessel was he captain of,
For shallow draught and bulk unprizable;
With which such scathful grapple did he make
With the most noble bottom of our fleet,
That very envy and the tongue of loss
Act 5 Sc 1 Ln 55Cried fame and honour on him. What's the matter?
First OfficerOrsino, this is that Antonio
That took the Phoenix and her fraught from Candy;
And this is he that did the Tiger board,
When your young nephew Titus lost his leg:
Act 5 Sc 1 Ln 60Here in the streets, desperate of shame and state,
In private brabble did we apprehend him.
VIOLAHe did me kindness, sir, drew on my side;
But in conclusion put strange speech upon me:
I know not what 'twas but distraction.
DUKE ORSINOAct 5 Sc 1 Ln 65Notable pirate! thou salt-water thief!
What foolish boldness brought thee to their mercies,
Whom thou, in terms so bloody and so dear,
Hast made thine enemies?
ANTONIOOrsino, noble sir,
Act 5 Sc 1 Ln 70Be pleased that I shake off these names you give me:
Antonio never yet was thief or pirate,
Though I confess, on base and ground enough,
Orsino's enemy. A witchcraft drew me hither:
That most ingrateful boy there by your side,
Act 5 Sc 1 Ln 75From the rude sea's enraged and foamy mouth
Did I redeem; a wreck past hope he was:
His life I gave him and did thereto add
My love, without retention or restraint,
All his in dedication; for his sake
Act 5 Sc 1 Ln 80Did I expose myself, pure for his love,
Into the danger of this adverse town;
Drew to defend him when he was beset:
Where being apprehended, his false cunning,
Not meaning to partake with me in danger,
Act 5 Sc 1 Ln 85Taught him to face me out of his acquaintance,
And grew a twenty years removed thing
While one would wink; denied me mine own purse,
Which I had recommended to his use
Not half an hour before.
VIOLAAct 5 Sc 1 Ln 90How can this be?
DUKE ORSINOWhen came he to this town?
ANTONIOTo-day, my lord; and for three months before,
No interim, not a minute's vacancy,
Both day and night did we keep company.
DUKE ORSINOAct 5 Sc 1 Ln 95Here comes the countess: now heaven walks on earth.
But for thee, fellow; fellow, thy words are madness:
Three months this youth hath tended upon me;
But more of that anon. Take him aside.
OLIVIAWhat would my lord, but that he may not have,
Act 5 Sc 1 Ln 100Wherein Olivia may seem serviceable?
Cesario, you do not keep promise with me.
VIOLAMadam!
DUKE ORSINOGracious Olivia, —
OLIVIAWhat do you say, Cesario? Good my lord, —
VIOLAAct 5 Sc 1 Ln 105My lord would speak; my duty hushes me.
OLIVIAIf it be aught to the old tune, my lord,
It is as fat and fulsome to mine ear
As howling after music.
DUKE ORSINOStill so cruel?
OLIVIAAct 5 Sc 1 Ln 110Still so constant, lord.
DUKE ORSINOWhat, to perverseness? you uncivil lady,
To whose ingrate and unauspicious altars
My soul the faithfull'st offerings hath breathed out
That e'er devotion tender'd! What shall I do?
OLIVIAAct 5 Sc 1 Ln 115Even what it please my lord, that shall become him.
DUKE ORSINOWhy should I not, had I the heart to do it,
Like to the Egyptian thief at point of death,
Kill what I love? — a savage jealousy
That sometimes savours nobly. But hear me this:
Act 5 Sc 1 Ln 120Since you to non-regardance cast my faith,
And that I partly know the instrument
That screws me from my true place in your favour,
Live you the marble-breasted tyrant still;
But this your minion, whom I know you love,
Act 5 Sc 1 Ln 125And whom, by heaven I swear, I tender dearly,
Him will I tear out of that cruel eye,
Where he sits crowned in his master's spite.
Come, boy, with me; my thoughts are ripe in mischief:
I'll sacrifice the lamb that I do love,
Act 5 Sc 1 Ln 130To spite a raven's heart within a dove.
VIOLAAnd I, most jocund, apt and willingly,
To do you rest, a thousand deaths would die.
OLIVIAWhere goes Cesario?
VIOLAAfter him I love
Act 5 Sc 1 Ln 135More than I love these eyes, more than my life,
More, by all mores, than e'er I shall love wife.
If I do feign, you witnesses above
Punish my life for tainting of my love!
OLIVIAAy me, detested! how am I beguiled!
VIOLAAct 5 Sc 1 Ln 140Who does beguile you? who does do you wrong?
OLIVIAHast thou forgot thyself? is it so long?
Call forth the holy father.
DUKE ORSINOCome, away!
OLIVIAWhither, my lord? Cesario, husband, stay.
DUKE ORSINOAct 5 Sc 1 Ln 145Husband!
OLIVIAAy, husband: can he that deny?
DUKE ORSINOHer husband, sirrah!
VIOLANo, my lord, not I.
OLIVIAAlas, it is the baseness of thy fear
Act 5 Sc 1 Ln 150That makes thee strangle thy propriety:
Fear not, Cesario; take thy fortunes up;
Be that thou know'st thou art, and then thou art
As great as that thou fear'st.
O, welcome, father!
Act 5 Sc 1 Ln 155Father, I charge thee, by thy reverence,
Here to unfold, though lately we intended
To keep in darkness what occasion now
Reveals before 'tis ripe, what thou dost know
Hath newly pass'd between this youth and me.
PriestAct 5 Sc 1 Ln 160A contract of eternal bond of love,
Confirm'd by mutual joinder of your hands,
Attested by the holy close of lips,
Strengthen'd by interchangement of your rings;
And all the ceremony of this compact
Act 5 Sc 1 Ln 165Seal'd in my function, by my testimony:
Since when, my watch hath told me, toward my grave
I have travell'd but two hours.
DUKE ORSINOO thou dissembling cub! what wilt thou be
When time hath sow'd a grizzle on thy case?
Act 5 Sc 1 Ln 170Or will not else thy craft so quickly grow,
That thine own trip shall be thine overthrow?
Farewell, and take her; but direct thy feet
Where thou and I henceforth may never meet.
VIOLAMy lord, I do protest —
OLIVIAAct 5 Sc 1 Ln 175O, do not swear!
Hold little faith, though thou hast too much fear.
SIR ANDREWFor the love of God, a surgeon! Send one presently
to Sir Toby.
OLIVIAWhat's the matter?
SIR ANDREWAct 5 Sc 1 Ln 180He has broke my head across and has given Sir Toby
a bloody coxcomb too: for the love of God, your
help! I had rather than forty pound I were at home.
OLIVIAWho has done this, Sir Andrew?
SIR ANDREWThe count's gentleman, one Cesario: we took him for
Act 5 Sc 1 Ln 185a coward, but he's the very devil incardinate.
DUKE ORSINOMy gentleman, Cesario?
SIR ANDREW'Od's lifelings, here he is! You broke my head for
nothing; and that that I did, I was set on to do't
by Sir Toby.
VIOLAAct 5 Sc 1 Ln 190Why do you speak to me? I never hurt you:
You drew your sword upon me without cause;
But I bespoke you fair, and hurt you not.
SIR ANDREWIf a bloody coxcomb be a hurt, you have hurt me: I
think you set nothing by a bloody coxcomb.
Act 5 Sc 1 Ln 195Here comes Sir Toby halting; you shall hear more:
but if he had not been in drink, he would have
tickled you othergates than he did.
DUKE ORSINOHow now, gentleman! how is't with you?
SIR TOBY BELCHThat's all one: has hurt me, and there's the end
Act 5 Sc 1 Ln 200on't. Sot, didst see Dick surgeon, sot?
ClownO, he's drunk, Sir Toby, an hour agone; his eyes
were set at eight i' the morning.
SIR TOBY BELCHThen he's a rogue, and a passy measures panyn: I
hate a drunken rogue.
OLIVIAAct 5 Sc 1 Ln 205Away with him! Who hath made this havoc with them?
SIR ANDREWI'll help you, Sir Toby, because well be dressed together.
SIR TOBY BELCHWill you help? an ass-head and a coxcomb and a
knave, a thin-faced knave, a gull!
OLIVIAGet him to bed, and let his hurt be look'd to.
SEBASTIANAct 5 Sc 1 Ln 210I am sorry, madam, I have hurt your kinsman:
But, had it been the brother of my blood,
I must have done no less with wit and safety.
You throw a strange regard upon me, and by that
I do perceive it hath offended you:
Act 5 Sc 1 Ln 215Pardon me, sweet one, even for the vows
We made each other but so late ago.
DUKE ORSINOOne face, one voice, one habit, and two persons,
A natural perspective, that is and is not!
SEBASTIANAntonio, O my dear Antonio!
Act 5 Sc 1 Ln 220How have the hours rack'd and tortured me,
Since I have lost thee!
ANTONIOSebastian are you?
SEBASTIANFear'st thou that, Antonio?
ANTONIOHow have you made division of yourself?
Act 5 Sc 1 Ln 225An apple, cleft in two, is not more twin
Than these two creatures. Which is Sebastian?
OLIVIAMost wonderful!
SEBASTIANDo I stand there? I never had a brother;
Nor can there be that deity in my nature,
Act 5 Sc 1 Ln 230Of here and every where. I had a sister,
Whom the blind waves and surges have devour'd.
Of charity, what kin are you to me?
What countryman? what name? what parentage?
VIOLAOf Messaline: Sebastian was my father;
Act 5 Sc 1 Ln 235Such a Sebastian was my brother too,
So went he suited to his watery tomb:
If spirits can assume both form and suit
You come to fright us.
SEBASTIANA spirit I am indeed;
Act 5 Sc 1 Ln 240But am in that dimension grossly clad
Which from the womb I did participate.
Were you a woman, as the rest goes even,
I should my tears let fall upon your cheek,
And say 'Thrice-welcome, drowned Viola!'
VIOLAAct 5 Sc 1 Ln 245My father had a mole upon his brow.
SEBASTIANAnd so had mine.
VIOLAAnd died that day when Viola from her birth
Had number'd thirteen years.
SEBASTIANO, that record is lively in my soul!
Act 5 Sc 1 Ln 250He finished indeed his mortal act
That day that made my sister thirteen years.
VIOLAIf nothing lets to make us happy both
But this my masculine usurp'd attire,
Do not embrace me till each circumstance
Act 5 Sc 1 Ln 255Of place, time, fortune, do cohere and jump
That I am Viola: which to confirm,
I'll bring you to a captain in this town,
Where lie my maiden weeds; by whose gentle help
I was preserved to serve this noble count.
Act 5 Sc 1 Ln 260All the occurrence of my fortune since
Hath been between this lady and this lord.
SEBASTIAN So comes it, lady, you have been mistook:
But nature to her bias drew in that.
You would have been contracted to a maid;
Act 5 Sc 1 Ln 265Nor are you therein, by my life, deceived,
You are betroth'd both to a maid and man.
DUKE ORSINOBe not amazed; right noble is his blood.
If this be so, as yet the glass seems true,
I shall have share in this most happy wreck.
Act 5 Sc 1 Ln 270Boy, thou hast said to me a thousand times
Thou never shouldst love woman like to me.
VIOLAAnd all those sayings will I overswear;
And those swearings keep as true in soul
As doth that orbed continent the fire
Act 5 Sc 1 Ln 275That severs day from night.
DUKE ORSINOGive me thy hand;
And let me see thee in thy woman's weeds.
VIOLAThe captain that did bring me first on shore
Hath my maid's garments: he upon some action
Act 5 Sc 1 Ln 280Is now in durance, at Malvolio's suit,
A gentleman, and follower of my lady's.
OLIVIAHe shall enlarge him: fetch Malvolio hither:
And yet, alas, now I remember me,
They say, poor gentleman, he's much distract.
Act 5 Sc 1 Ln 285A most extracting frenzy of mine own
From my remembrance clearly banish'd his.
How does he, sirrah?
ClownTruly, madam, he holds Belzebub at the staves's end as
well as a man in his case may do: has here writ a
Act 5 Sc 1 Ln 290letter to you; I should have given't you to-day
morning, but as a madman's epistles are no gospels,
so it skills not much when they are delivered.
OLIVIAOpen't, and read it.
ClownLook then to be well edified when the fool delivers
Act 5 Sc 1 Ln 295the madman.
'By the Lord, madam,' —
OLIVIAHow now! art thou mad?
ClownNo, madam, I do but read madness: an your ladyship
will have it as it ought to be, you must allow Vox.
OLIVIAAct 5 Sc 1 Ln 300Prithee, read i' thy right wits.
ClownSo I do, madonna; but to read his right wits is to
read thus: therefore perpend, my princess, and give ear.
OLIVIARead it you, sirrah.
FABIAN 'By the Lord, madam, you wrong me, and the
Act 5 Sc 1 Ln 305world 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
Act 5 Sc 1 Ln 310not 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.'
OLIVIADid he write this?
ClownAct 5 Sc 1 Ln 315Ay, madam.
DUKE ORSINOThis savours not much of distraction.
OLIVIASee him deliver'd, Fabian; bring him hither.
My lord so please you, these things further
thought on,
Act 5 Sc 1 Ln 320To think me as well a sister as a wife,
One day shall crown the alliance on't, so please you,
Here at my house and at my proper cost.
DUKE ORSINOMadam, I am most apt to embrace your offer.
Your master quits you; and for your service done him,
Act 5 Sc 1 Ln 325So 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.
OLIVIAAct 5 Sc 1 Ln 330A sister! you are she.
DUKE ORSINOIs this the madman?
OLIVIAAy, my lord, this same.
How now, Malvolio!
MALVOLIOMadam, you have done me wrong,
Act 5 Sc 1 Ln 335Notorious wrong.
OLIVIAHave I, Malvolio? no.
MALVOLIOLady, you have. Pray you, peruse that letter.
You must not now deny it is your hand:
Write from it, if you can, in hand or phrase;
Act 5 Sc 1 Ln 340Or say 'tis not your seal, nor your invention:
You can say none of this: well, grant it then
And tell me, in the modesty of honour,
Why you have given me such clear lights of favour,
Bade me come smiling and cross-garter'd to you,
Act 5 Sc 1 Ln 345To put on yellow stockings and to frown
Upon Sir Toby and the lighter people;
And, acting this in an obedient hope,
Why have you suffer'd me to be imprison'd,
Kept in a dark house, visited by the priest,
Act 5 Sc 1 Ln 350And made the most notorious geck and gull
That e'er invention play'd on? tell me why.
OLIVIAAlas, Malvolio, this is not my writing,
Though, I confess, much like the character
But out of question 'tis Maria's hand.
Act 5 Sc 1 Ln 355And now I do bethink me, it was she
First told me thou wast mad; then camest in smiling,
And in such forms which here were presupposed
Upon thee in the letter. Prithee, be content:
This practise hath most shrewdly pass'd upon thee;
Act 5 Sc 1 Ln 360But when we know the grounds and authors of it,
Thou shalt be both the plaintiff and the judge
Of thine own cause.
FABIANGood madam, hear me speak,
And let no quarrel nor no brawl to come
Act 5 Sc 1 Ln 365Taint the condition of this present hour,
Which I have wonder'd at. In hope it shall not,
Most freely I confess, myself and Toby
Set this device against Malvolio here,
Upon some stubborn and uncourteous parts
Act 5 Sc 1 Ln 370We 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;
Act 5 Sc 1 Ln 375If that the injuries be justly weigh'd
That have on both sides pass'd.
OLIVIAAlas, poor fool, how have they baffled thee!
ClownWhy, 'some are born great, some achieve greatness,
and some have greatness thrown upon them.' I was
Act 5 Sc 1 Ln 380one, sir, in this interlude; one Sir Topas, sir; but
that's all one. '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 gagged:'
and thus the whirligig of time brings in his revenges.
MALVOLIOAct 5 Sc 1 Ln 385I'll be revenged on the whole pack of you.
OLIVIAHe hath been most notoriously abused.
DUKE ORSINOPursue him and entreat him to a peace:
He hath not told us of the captain yet:
When that is known and golden time convents,
Act 5 Sc 1 Ln 390A solemn combination shall be made
Of our dear souls. Meantime, sweet sister,
We will not part from hence. Cesario, come;
For so you shall be, while you are a man;
But when in other habits you are seen,
Act 5 Sc 1 Ln 395Orsino's mistress and his fancy's queen.
Clown(STAGEDIR "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,
Act 5 Sc 1 Ln 400For the rain it raineth every day.
But when I came to man's estate,
With hey, ho, &c.
'Gainst knaves and thieves men shut their gate,
For the rain, &c.
Act 5 Sc 1 Ln 405But when I came, alas! to wive,
With hey, ho, &c.
By swaggering could I never thrive,
For the rain, &c.
But when I came unto my beds,
Act 5 Sc 1 Ln 410With hey, ho, &c.
With toss-pots still had drunken heads,
For the rain, &c.
A great while ago the world begun,
With hey, ho, &c.
Act 5 Sc 1 Ln 415But that's all one, our play is done,
And we'll strive to please you every day.