Twelfth Night (Modern)
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4.2
1985
Enter Maria [carrying a minister's gown and a false beard,] and Clown.
¶Maria Nay, I prithee put on this gown, and this beard; ¶make him believe thou art Sir Topaz the curate. Do it ¶quickly. I'll call Sir Toby the whilst.
[Exit.]
¶Clown [To the audience] Well, I'll put it on, and I will dissemble myself 1990in'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 careful man and a great 1995scholar.
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Enter Sir Toby [and Maria].
1995.1The competitors enter.
¶Sir Toby Jove bless thee, Master Parson.
¶Clown Bonos dies, Sir Toby: for as the old hermit of Prague, ¶that never saw pen and ink, very wittily said to a niece 2000of King Gorboduc, "That that is, is"; so I, being Master Parson, ¶am Master Parson; for what is "that" but "that," and "is" but "is"?
¶Sir Toby To him, Sir Topaz!
2005
Malvolio within.
¶Malvolio [Within] Sir Topaz, never was man thus wronged. Good 2015Sir Topaz, do not think I am mad: they have laid me ¶here in hideous darkness.
¶Clown Fie, thou dishonest Satan! I call thee by the ¶most modest terms-- [Including the audience] for I am one of those gentle ones ¶that will use the devil himself with courtesy--say'st thou 2020that house is dark?
¶Clown Why, it hath bay windows transparent as ¶barricadoes, and the clerestories toward the south-north are ¶as lustrous as ebony; and yet complainest thou of 2025obstruction?
¶Clown Madman, thou errest. I say there is no darkness ¶but ignorance, in which thou art more puzzled than the 2030Egyptians in their fog.
¶Malvolio [Within] I say this house is as dark as ignorance, though¶ignorance were as dark as hell; and I say there was ¶never man thus abused. I am no more mad than you are. ¶Make the trial of it in any constant question.
¶Clown What think'st thou of his opinion?
¶Clown Fare thee well. Remain thou still in darkness.¶Thou shalt hold th'opinion of Pythagoras ere I will allow ¶of thy wits, and fear to kill a woodcock lest thou 2045dispossess the soul of thy grandam. [Moving away] Fare thee well.
¶Sir Toby My most exquisite Sir Topaz!
¶Clown Nay, I am for all waters.
¶Sir Toby [To Clown] To him in thine own voice, and bring me word ¶how thou find'st 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, 2055that I cannot pursue with any safety this sport to the ¶upshot. Come by and by to my chamber.
Exit [Sir Toby] [with Maria].
Tell me how thy lady ¶does.
Who calls, ha?
2065Malvolio [Within] Good 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.
¶Clown Master Malvolio?
¶Clown Alas, sir, how fell you besides your five wits?
¶Malvolio [Within] Fool, there was never man so notoriously ¶abused. I am as well in my wits, fool, as thou art.
¶Malvolio [Within] They 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.
¶Clown Advise you what you say, the minister is here. 2080[Speaking as Sir Topaz] Malvolio, Malvolio, thy wits the heavens restore. ¶Endeavour thyself to sleep, and leave thy vain bibble ¶babble.
¶Clown [As Sir Topaz] Maintain no words with him, good fellow. 2085[Speaking as himself] Who I, sir? Not I, sir! God buy you, good Sir Topaz. [As Sir Topaz] ¶Marry, amen. [As himself] I will, sir, I will.
2090Malvolio [Within] Good fool, help me to some light, and some ¶paper; I tell thee I am as well in my wits as any man in ¶Illyria.
¶Clown Well-a-day that you were, sir.
¶Malvolio [Within] By this hand, I am! Good fool, some ink, 2095paper, and light; and convey what I will set down to my ¶lady. It shall advantage thee more than ever the ¶bearing of letter did.
2105Clown
[Singing]
I am gone, sir, and anon, sir,
¶I'll be with you again,¶In a trice, like to the old Vice,¶Your need to sustain;¶Who with dagger of lath, in his rage and his wrath,2110Cries "Ah, ha!" to the devil,¶Like a mad lad, "Pare thy nails, dad!¶Adieu, goodman devil."
Exit.
