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Author: William Shakespeare
Editors: David Carnegie, Mark Houlahan
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Twelfth Night (Modern)


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1.1
[Music.] Enter Orsino Duke of Illyria, Curio, and other Lords.
Orsino If music be the food of love, play on,
Give me excess of it, that surfeiting,
The appetite may sicken, and so die.
[To the Musicians] That strain again! It had a dying fall;
Oh, it came o'er my ear like the sweet sound
10That breathes upon a bank of violets,
Stealing, and giving odor. [To the Musicians] Enough, no more.
'Tis not so sweet now as it was before.
O spirit of love, how quick and fresh art thou,
That notwithstanding thy capacity
15Receiveth 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,
That it alone is high fantastical.
20Curio
Will you go hunt, my Lord?
Orsino
What, Curio?
Curio
The hart.
Orsino Why so I do, the noblest that I have.
O when mine eyes did see Olivia first,
25Methought she purged the air of pestilence;
That instant was I turned into a hart,
And my desires, like fell and cruel hounds,
E'er since pursue me.
Enter Valentine.
How now, what news from her?
30Valentine So 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;
But like a cloistress she will veilèd walk,
35And 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.
Orsino O she that hath a heart of that fine frame
40To pay this debt of love but to a brother,
How will she love, when the rich golden shaft
Hath killed the flock of all affections else
That live in her--when liver, brain, and heart,
These sovereign thrones, are all supplied, and filled
45Her sweet perfections, with one self king!
Away before me, to sweet beds of flowers;
Love-thoughts lie rich, when canopied with bowers.
Exeunt.
1.2
50Enter Viola, a Captain, and Sailors [as from a shipwreck].
Viola What country, friends, is this?
Captain This is Illyria, lady.
Viola And what should I do in Illyria?
My brother he is in Elysium.
55Perchance he is not drowned--what think you, sailors?
Captain It is perchance that you yourself were saved.
Viola Oh, my poor brother! And so perchance may he be.
Captain True, madam, and to comfort you with chance,
Assure your self, after our ship did split,
60When 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 practice--
To a strong mast, that lived upon the sea;
65Where, like Arion on the dolphin's back,
I saw him hold acquaintance with the waves
So long as I could see.
Viola [Giving him gold] For saying so, there's gold.
Mine own escape unfoldeth to my hope,
70Whereto thy speech serves for authority,
The like of him. Know'st thou this country?
Captain Ay, madam, well, for I was bred and born
Not three hours' travel from this very place.
Viola Who governs here?
75Captain A noble duke, in nature as in name.
Viola What is his name?
Captain Orsino.
Viola Orsino! I have heard my father name him.
He was a bachelor then.
80Captain And 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.
85Viola What's she?
Captain A 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,
90They say, she hath abjured the sight
And company of men.
Viola Oh, that I served that lady,
And might not be delivered to the world
Till I had made mine own occasion mellow,
95What my estate is!
Captain
That were hard to compass,
Because she will admit no kind of suit,
No, not the duke's.
Viola There is a fair behavior in thee, Captain;
100And 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--
105Conceal 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 shalt present me as an eunuch to him--
It may be worth thy pains, for I can sing,
110And 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.
Captain Be you his eunuch, and your mute I'll be;
115When my tongue blabs, then let mine eyes not see.
Viola I thank thee. Lead me on.
Exeunt.
1.3
Enter Sir Toby [booted], and Maria [with a light].
Sir Toby What a plague means my niece to take the 120death of her brother thus! I am sure care's an enemy to life.
Maria By my troth, Sir Toby, you must come in earlier a-nights. Your cousin, my lady, takes great exceptions to your ill hours.
125Sir Toby Why let her except, before excepted.
Maria Ay, but you must confine yourself within the modest limits of order.
Sir Toby Confine? I'll confine myself no finer than I am! These clothes are good enough to drink in, and so be 130these boots too; an they be not, let them hang themselves in their own straps.
Maria That quaffing and drinking will undo you. I heard my lady talk of it yesterday--and of a foolish knight that you brought in one night here, to be her wooer.
135Sir Toby Who, Sir Andrew Aguecheek?
Maria Ay, he.
Sir Toby He's as tall a man as any's in Illyria.
Maria What's that to th'purpose?
Sir Toby Why, he has three thousand ducats a year.
140Maria Ay, but he'll have but a year in all these ducats. He's a very fool, and a prodigal.
Sir Toby Fie that you'll say so! He plays o'th'viol-de-gamboys, and speaks three or four languages word for word without book, and hath all the good gifts of nature.
145Maria He hath indeed, all most natural. For besides that he's a fool, he's a great quarreler; and but that he hath the gift of a coward, to allay the gust he hath in quarreling, 'tis thought among the prudent he would quickly have the gift of a grave.
150Sir Toby By this hand, they are scoundrels and substractors that say so of him. Who are they?
Maria They that add, moreover, he's drunk nightly in your company.
Sir Toby With drinking healths to my niece! I'll drink 155to her as long as there is a passage in my throat, and drink in Illyria. He's a coward and a coistrel that will not drink to my niece till his brains turn o'th'toe, like a parish top.
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Enter Sir Andrew.
158.1What, wench! Castiliano vulgo; for here comes Sir Andrew Agueface.
Sir Andrew Sir Toby Belch! How now, Sir Toby Belch!
Sir Toby Sweet Sir Andrew!
Sir Andrew Bless you, fair shrew.
Maria And you too, sir.
165Sir Toby Accost, Sir Andrew, accost!
Sir Andrew What's that?
Sir Toby My niece's chambermaid.
Sir Andrew Good Mistress Accost, I desire better acquaintance.
Maria My name is Mary, sir.
170Sir Andrew Good Mistress Mary Accost--
Sir Toby [Aside to Sir Andrew] You mistake, knight. "Accost" is front her, board her, woo her, assail her.
Sir Andrew [Aside to Sir Toby, indicating audience] By my troth, I would not undertake her in this company. Is that the meaning of "accost"?
175Maria Fare you well, gentlemen.
Sir Toby [Aside to Sir Andrew] An thou let part so, Sir Andrew, would thou might'st never draw sword again.
Sir Andrew An you part so, mistress, I would I might never draw sword again! Fair lady, do you think you have 180fools in hand?
Maria Sir, I have not you by th'hand.
Sir Andrew Marry, but you shall have, and here's my hand.
Maria [Taking his hand] Now sir, thought is free. I pray you, bring your hand to th'buttery bar, and let it drink.
185Sir Andrew Wherefore, sweetheart? What's your metaphor?
Maria It's dry, sir.
Sir Andrew Why, I think so. I am not such an ass but I can keep my hand dry. But what's your jest?
190Maria A dry jest, sir.
Sir Andrew Are you full of them?
Maria Ay, sir, I have them at my fingers' ends. [Letting go his hand] Marry, now I let go your hand, I am barren.
Exit Maria.
Sir Toby O knight, thou lack'st a cup of canary. [Pouring wine] When did 195I see thee so put down?
Sir Andrew Never 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 200to my wit.
Sir Toby No question.
Sir Andrew An I thought that, I'd forswear it. I'll ride home tomorrow, Sir Toby.
Sir Toby Pourquoi, my dear knight?
205Sir Andrew What is pourquoi? "Do," or "not do"? I would I had bestowed that time in the tongues that I have in fencing, dancing, and bear-baiting. O had I but followed the arts!
Sir Toby Then hadst thou had an excellent head of hair.
210Sir Andrew Why, would that have mended my hair?
Sir Toby Past question, for thou see'st it will not curl by nature.
Sir Andrew But it becomes me well enough, dost not?
Sir Toby Excellent! It hangs like flax on a distaff; and I hope to see a housewife take thee between her legs, and spin it off.
215Sir Andrew Faith, I'll home tomorrow, Sir Toby. Your niece will 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 She'll none o'th'count. She'll not match above her degree, neither in estate, years, nor wit; I have heard her 220swear't. Tut, there's life in't, man.
Sir Andrew I'll stay a month longer. I am a fellow o'th' strangest mind i'th'world. I delight in masques and revels sometimes altogether.
Sir Toby Art thou good at these kickshawses, knight?
225Sir Andrew As 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 What is thy excellence in a galliard, knight?
Sir Andrew Faith, I can cut a caper.
[He dances.]
230Sir Toby And I can cut the mutton to it.
Sir Andrew And I think I have the back-trick simply as strong as any man in Illyria.
[He demonstrates.]
Sir Toby Wherefore are these things hid? Wherefore have these gifts a curtain before 'em? Are they like to take 235dust, like Mistress Moll'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 cinquepace! What dost thou mean! Is it a world to hide virtues in? I did think by 240the excellent constitution of thy leg, it was formed under the star of a galliard.
Sir Andrew Ay, 'tis strong, and it does indifferent well in a flame-colored stock. Shall we set about some revels?
Sir Toby What shall we do else? Were we not born under 245Taurus!
Sir Andrew Taurus? That's sides and heart.
Sir Toby No, sir, it is legs and thighs. Let me see thee caper.
[Sir Andrew dances.]
Ha, higher! Ha, ha, excellent!
Exeunt.
1.4
250
Enter Valentine, and Viola in man's attire [as Cesario].
Valentine If the Duke continue these favors towards you, Cesario, you are like to be much advanced. He hath known you but three days, and already you are no stranger.
Viola You either fear his humor, or my negligence, 255that you call in question the continuance of his love. Is he inconstant, sir, in his favors?
Valentine No, believe me.
Enter Orsino, Curio, and Attendants.
Viola I thank you. Here comes the count.
Orsino Who saw Cesario, ho?
260Viola On your attendance, my lord, here.
Orsino [To the Courtiers] Stand you awhile aloof. [All but Viola stand apart.] Cesario,
Thou know'st no less but all; I have unclasped
To thee the book even of my secret soul.
Therefore, good youth, address thy gait unto her,
265Be not denied access, stand at her doors,
And tell them, there thy fixèd foot shall grow
Till thou have audience.
Viola
Sure, my noble lord,
If she be so abandoned to her sorrow
270As it is spoke, she never will admit me.
Orsino Be clamorous, and leap all civil bounds,
Rather than make unprofited return.
Viola Say I do speak with her, my lord, what then?
Orsino O then unfold the passion of my love,
275Surprise 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 [Indicating Valentine] of more grave aspect.
Viola
I think not so, my lord.
280Orsino
Dear 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;
285And all is semblative a woman's part.
I know thy constellation is right apt
For this affair. [To the Courtiers] Some four or five attend him--
All if you will, for I myself am best
When least in company. Prosper well in this,
290And thou shalt live as freely as thy lord
To call his fortunes thine.
Viola
I'll do my best
To woo your lady.
[Exit Orsino.]
[To the audience] Yet a barful strife;
Whoe'er I woo, myself would be his wife.
Exeunt [Viola, Courtiers, and Attendants].
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1.5
Enter Maria, and Clown.
Maria Nay, 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.
300Clown Let her hang me; he that is well hanged in this world needs to fear no colors.
Maria Make that good.
Clown He shall see none to fear!
Maria A good lenten answer. I can tell thee where that 305saying was born, of "I fear no colors."
Clown Where, good Mistress Mary?
Maria In the wars; and that may you be bold to say in your foolery.
Clown Well, God give them wisdom that have it; and 310those that are fools, let them use their talents.
Maria Yet you will be hanged for being so long absent; or to be turned away--is not that as good as a hanging to you?
Clown Many a good hanging prevents a bad marriage; 315and for turning away, let summer bear it out.
Maria You are resolute, then?
Clown Not so neither, but I am resolved on two points--
Maria That if one break, the other will hold; or if both break, your gaskins fall!
320Clown Apt 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.
Maria Peace, you rogue, no more o'that! 325
Enter Lady Olivia, with Malvolio [and Gentlemen] [and Ladies].
Here comes my lady. Make your excuse wisely, you were best.
Clown [To the audience] Wit, 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 pass for a wise man. For what says Quinapalus? "Better a witty fool, 330than a foolish wit." [To Olivia] God bless thee, lady!
Olivia [To the Gentlemen] Take the fool away.
Clown Do you not hear, fellows? Take away the lady.
Olivia Go to, y'are a dry fool; I'll no more of you. Besides, you grow dishonest.
335Clown Two 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 himself: if he mend, he is no longer dishonest; if he cannot, let the botcher mend him. Anything that's mended is but patched; virtue 340that transgresses is but patched with sin, and sin that amends is but patched with virtue. If that this simple 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 345say again, take her away.
Olivia Sir, I bade them take away you.
Clown Misprision 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 350prove you a fool.
Olivia Can you do it?
Clown Dexteriously, good madonna.
Olivia Make your proof.
Clown I must catechize you for it, madonna. Good my 355mouse of virtue, answer me.
Olivia Well sir, for want of other idleness, I'll bide your proof.
Clown Good madonna, why mourn'st thou?
Olivia Good fool, for my brother's death.
360Clown I think his soul is in hell, madonna.
Olivia I know his soul is in heaven, fool.
Clown The more fool, madonna, to mourn for your brother's soul, being in heaven. [To the Gentlemen] Take away the fool, gentlemen.
365Olivia What think you of this fool, Malvolio? Doth he not mend?
Malvolio Yes, and shall do, till the pangs of death shake him: infirmity, that decays the wise, doth ever make the better fool.
370Clown God 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 twopence that you are no fool.
Olivia How say you to that, Malvolio?
375Malvolio I 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 him, he is gagged. I protest 380I take these wise men, that crow so at these set kind of fools, no better than the fools' zanies.
Olivia Oh, you are sick of self-love, Malvolio, and taste with a distempered appetite. To be generous, guiltless, and of free disposition, is to take those things for 385bird-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.
Clown Now Mercury endue thee with leasing, for thou 390speak'st well of fools.
Enter Maria.
Maria Madam, there is at the gate a young gentleman much desires to speak with you.
Olivia From the Count Orsino, is it?
395Maria I know not, madam. 'Tis a fair young man, and well attended.
Olivia Who of my people hold him in delay?
Maria Sir Toby, madam, your kinsman.
Olivia Fetch him off, I pray you, he speaks nothing but 400madman. Fie on him!
[Exit Maria.]
Go you, Malvolio; if it be a suit from the count, I am sick, or not at home. What you will, to dismiss it.
Exit Malvolio.
Now you see, sir, how your fooling grows old, and people dislike it.
405Clown Thou hast spoke for us, madonna, as if thy eldest son should be a fool; whose skull Jove cram with brains, for--
Enter Sir Toby [drunk].
here he comes-- one of thy kin has a most weak pia mater.
Olivia By mine honor, half drunk. What is he at the 410gate, cousin?
Sir Toby A gentleman.
Olivia A gentleman? What gentleman?
Sir Toby 'Tis a gentleman here--[belching] a plague o'these pickle herring! [To Clown] How now, sot!
415Clown Good Sir Toby!
Olivia Cousin, cousin, how have you come so early by this lethargy?
Sir Toby Lechery? I defy lechery! There's one at the gate.
420Olivia Ay, marry, what is he?
Sir Toby Let him be the devil an he will, I care not; give me faith, say I. Well, it's all one.
Exit.
Olivia What's a drunken man like, fool?
Clown Like a drowned man, a fool, and a madman: 425one draught above heat makes him a fool, the second mads him, and a third drowns him.
Olivia Go thou and seek the coroner, and let him sit o'my coz, for he's in the third degree of drink: he's drowned. Go look after him.
430Clown He is but mad yet, madonna, and the fool shall look to the madman.
[Exit.]
Enter Malvolio.
Malvolio Madam, yond young fellow swears he will speak with you. I told him you were sick; he takes on 435him to understand 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.
440Olivia Tell him he shall not speak with me.
Malvolio He has 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.
Olivia What kind o'man is he?
445Malvolio Why, of mankind.
Olivia What manner of man?
Malvolio Of very ill manner: he'll speak with you, will you or no.
Olivia Of what personage and years is he?
450Malvolio Not yet old enough for a man, nor young enough for a boy: as a squash is before 'tis a peascod, or a codling when 'tis almost an apple. 'Tis with him in standing water between boy and man. He is very well-favored, and he speaks very shrewishly; one would think his 455mother's milk were scarce out of him.
Olivia Let him approach. Call in my gentlewoman.
Malvolio [Calling offstage] Gentlewoman, my lady calls.
Exit.
Enter Maria.
Olivia Give me my veil. Come, throw it o'er my face.
[She is veiled.]
460We'll once more hear Orsino's embassy.
Enter Viola [as Cesario].
Viola The honorable lady of the house, which is she?
Olivia Speak to me, I shall answer for her. Your will?
Viola Most radiant, exquisite, and unmatchable 465beauty--[To Maria or a Gentleman] 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 my speech; for besides that it is excellently well penned, I have taken great pains to con it. [Olivia and others laugh.] Good beauties, let me sustain no scorn; I am very comptible, even to the least 470sinister usage.
Olivia Whence came you, sir?
Viola I 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 475may proceed in my speech.
Olivia Are you a comedian?
Viola No, 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?
480Olivia If I do not usurp myself, I am.
Viola Most certain, if you are she, you do usurp yourself, 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 485my message.
Olivia Come to what is important in't, I forgive you the praise.
Viola Alas, I took great pains to study it, and 'tis poetical.
490Olivia It 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 you have reason, be brief. 'Tis not that time of moon with me to make one in so 495skipping a dialogue.
Maria Will you hoist sail, sir? Here lies your way.
Viola [To Maria] No, good swabber, I am to hull here a little longer. [To Olivia] Some mollification for your Giant, sweet lady! Tell me your mind, I am a messenger.
500Olivia Sure you have some hideous matter to deliver, when the courtesy of it is so fearful. Speak your office.
Viola It alone concerns your ear. I bring no overture of war, no taxation of homage. I hold the olive in my hand. My words are as full of peace as matter.
505Olivia Yet you began rudely. What are you? What would you?
Viola The 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, 510divinity; to any others', profanation.
Olivia Give us the place alone; we will hear this divinity.
[Exeunt Maria, Gentlemen, and Ladies.]
Now sir, what is your text?
Viola Most sweet lady--
Olivia A comfortable doctrine, and much may be said 515of it. Where lies your text?
Viola In Orsino's bosom.
Olivia In his bosom! In what chapter of his bosom?
Viola To answer by the method, in the first of his heart.
Olivia O, I have read it. It is heresy. Have you no more 520to say?
Viola Good madam, let me see your face.
Olivia Have 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.
[She unveils.]
525Look you, sir, such a one I was this present. Is't not well done?
Viola Excellently done, if god did all.
Olivia 'Tis in grain, sir, 'twill endure wind and weather.
530Viola 'Tis beauty truly blent, whose red and white
Nature's own sweet and cunning hand laid on.
Lady, you are the cruel'st she alive
If you will lead these graces to the grave,
And leave the world no copy.
535Olivia O sir, I will not be so hardhearted. I will give out divers schedules of my beauty. It shall be inventoried, and every particle and utensil labeled to my will: as, item, [Indicating] two lips, indifferent red; item, two grey eyes, with lids to them; item, one neck; one chin; and so forth. 540Were you sent hither to praise me?
Viola I 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 crowned
545The nonpareil of beauty.
Olivia
How does he love me?
Viola With adorations, fertile tears,
With groans that thunder love, with sighs of fire.
Olivia Your lord does know my mind, I cannot love him.
550Yet I suppose him virtuous, know him noble,
Of 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.
555He might have took his answer long ago.
Viola If I did love you in my master's flame,
With such a suff'ring, such a deadly life,
In your denial I would find no sense;
I would not understand it.
560Olivia
Why, what would you?
Viola Make me a willow cabin at your gate,
And call upon my soul within the house;
Write loyal cantos of contemnèd love,
And sing them loud even in the dead of night;
565Hallow your name to the reverberate hills,
And 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.
570Olivia
You might do much!
What is your parentage?
Viola Above my fortunes, yet my state is well:
I am a gentleman.
Olivia
Get you to your lord.
575I cannot love him. Let him send no more,
Unless, perchance, you come to me again,
To tell me how he takes it. Fare you well.
[Offering a purse] I thank you for your pains. Spend this for me.
Viola I am no fee'd post, lady; keep your purse.
580My master, not myself, lacks recompense.
Love make his heart of flint, that you shall love,
And let your fervor, like my master's, be
Placed in contempt. Farwell, fair cruelty.
Exit.
Olivia "What is your parentage?"
585"Above my fortunes, yet my state is well:
I 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!
590Even 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.
[Calling] What ho, Malvolio!
595
Enter Malvolio.
Malvolio
Here, madam, at your service.
Olivia Run after that same peevish messenger,
The county's man. He left this ring behind him,
[Having secretly taken a ring from her finger, she gives it to Malvolio.]
Would I or not. Tell him I'll none of it.
600Desire him not to flatter with his lord,
Nor hold him up with hopes; I am not for him.
If that the youth will come this way tomorrow,
I'll give him reasons for't. Hie thee, Malvolio.
Malvolio Madam, I will.
Exit.
605Olivia [To the audience] I do I know not what, and fear to find
Mine 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.
[Exit.]
610
2.1
Enter Antonio and Sebastian.
Antonio Will you stay no longer? Nor will you not that I go with you?
Sebastian By your patience, no. My stars shine darkly 615over me. The malignancy of my fate might perhaps distemper yours; therefore I shall crave of you your leave that I may bear my evils alone. It were a bad recompense for your love to lay any of them on you.
Antonio Let me yet know of you whither you are bound.
620Sebastian No, sooth, sir. My determinate voyage is mere extravagancy. But I perceive in you so excellent a touch 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 625then, Antonio, my name is Sebastian (which I called Roderigo). My father was that Sebastian 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, 630altered that, for some hour before you took me from the breach of the sea was my sister drowned.
Antonio Alas the day!
Sebastian A lady, sir, though it was said she much resembled me, was yet of many accounted beautiful. But though 635I could not with such estimable wonder overfar believe that, yet thus far I will boldly publish her: she bore a mind that envy could not but call fair.[Weeping] She is drowned already, sir, with salt water, though I seem to drown her remembrance again with more.
640Antonio Pardon me, sir, your bad entertainment.
Sebastian O good Antonio, forgive me your trouble.
Antonio If you will not murder me for my love, let me be your servant.
Sebastian If you will not undo what you have done--that is, 645kill him whom you have recovered--desire it not. Fare 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.
Exit.
650Antonio The gentleness of all the gods go with thee!
I 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.
Exit [following Sebastian].
655
2.2
Enter Viola [as Cesario] and Malvolio [with the ring], at several doors.
Malvolio Were not you even now with the Countess Olivia?
Viola Even now, sir; on a moderate pace, I have since 660arrived but hither.
Malvolio She returns this ring to you, sir. You might have saved 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 665thing more: that you be never so hardy to come again in his affairs, unless it be to report your lord's taking of this. [Offering the ring] Receive it so.
Viola She took the ring of me; I'll none of it.
Malvolio Come, sir, you peevishly threw it to her; and 670her will is, it should be so returned. [Throwing the ring down] If it be worth stooping for, there it lies, in your eye; if not, be it his that finds it.
Exit.
Viola [To the audience] [Picking up the ring] I left no ring with her. What means this lady?
Fortune forbid my outside have not charmed her!
675She made good view of me; indeed so much
That methought her eyes had lost her tongue,
For she did speak in starts distractedly.
She loves me, sure; the cunning of her passion
Invites me in this churlish messenger.
680None of my lord's ring? Why, he sent her none;
I am the man! If it be so, as 'tis,
Poor lady, she were better love a dream.
Disguise, I see thou art a wickedness,
Wherein the pregnant enemy does much.
685How easy is it for the proper false
In women's waxen hearts to set their forms.
Alas, 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,
690And I, poor monster, fond as much on him,
And she, mistaken, seems to dote on me.
What 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--
695What thriftless sighs shall poor Olivia breathe?
O time, thou must untangle this, not I,
It is too hard a knot for me t'untie.
[Exit.]
2.3
Enter Sir Toby and Sir Andrew.
700Sir Toby Approach, Sir Andrew. Not to be abed after midnight, is to be up betimes; and diluculo surgere, thou know'st.
Sir Andrew Nay, by my troth, I know not; but I know to be up late is to be up late.
705Sir Toby A 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 four elements?
710Sir Andrew Faith, so they say, but I think it rather consists of eating and drinking.
Sir Toby Th'art a scholar; let us therefore eat and drink. [Calling] Marian, I say, a stoup of wine!
Enter Clown.
715Sir Andrew Here comes the fool, i'faith.
Clown How now, my hearts! Did you never see the picture of "We Three"?
Sir Toby Welcome, ass. Now let's have a catch.
Sir Andrew By my troth, the fool has an excellent breast. I 720had 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 spok'st of Pigrogromitus, of the Vapians passing the equinoctial of Queubus. 'Twas very good, i'faith. I sent thee sixpence 725for thy leman--hadst it?
Clown I 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 Andrew Excellent! Why, this is the best fooling, when 730all is done. Now a song!
Sir Toby [To Clown, giving money] Come on, there is sixpence for you. Let's have a song.
Sir Andrew [Giving sixpence] There's a testril of me too. If one knight give a--
Clown Would you have a love song, or a song of good 735life?
Sir Toby A love song, a love song.
Sir Andrew Ay, ay. I care not for good life.
Clown sings.
Clown
O mistress mine, where are you roaming?
740O stay and hear, your true love's coming,
That can sing both high and low.
Trip no further, pretty sweeting,
Journeys end in lovers meeting,
Every wise man's son doth know.
745Sir Andrew Excellent good, i'faith.
Sir Toby Good, good.
Clown
What is love? 'Tis not hereafter,
Present mirth hath present laughter;
What's to come is still unsure.
750In delay there lies no plenty,
Then come kiss me, sweet and twenty;
Youth's a stuff will not endure.
Sir Andrew A mellifluous voice, as I am true knight.
Sir Toby A contagious breath.
755Sir Andrew Very sweet and contagious, i'faith.
Sir Toby To 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?
760Sir Andrew An you love me, let's do't! I am dog at a catch.
Clown By'r lady, sir, and some dogs will catch well.
Sir Andrew Most certain. Let our catch be "Thou Knave."
Clown "Hold thy peace, thou knave," knight? I shall be 765constrained in't to call thee knave, knight.
Sir Andrew 'Tis not the first time I have constrained one to call me knave. Begin, fool. It begins, [Singing] "Hold thy peace."
Clown I shall never begin if I hold my peace.
Sir Andrew Good, i'faith! Come, begin.
Catch sung.
770Enter Maria [interrupting the song].
Maria What a caterwauling do you keep here! If my lady have not called up her steward Malvolio, and bid him turn you out of doors, never trust me.
Sir Toby My lady's a Cathayan, we are politicians, Malvolio's 775a Peg-a-Ramsay, and [Singing] "Three merry men be we"! Am not I consanguineous? Am I not of her blood? Tilly-vally, lady! [Singing] "There dwelt a man in Babylon, lady, lady"!
Clown Beshrew me, the knight's in admirable fooling.
Sir Andrew Ay, he does well enough if he be disposed, and so 780do I too. He does it with a better grace, but I do it more natural.
Sir Toby [Singing] "O'the twelfth day of December--"
Maria For the love o'god, peace!
Enter Malvolio.
785Malvolio My masters, are you mad! Or what are you? Have you no wit, manners, nor honesty, but to gabble like tinkers 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? 790Is there no respect of place, persons, nor time in you?
Sir Toby We did keep time, sir, in our catches. Sneck up!
Malvolio Sir Toby, I must be round with you. My lady bade me tell you that, though she harbors you as her kinsman, she's nothing allied to your disorders. If you can 795separate yourself and your misdemeanors, you are 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 [Singing] [To Maria] "Farewell, dear heart, since I must needs be gone."
Maria Nay, good Sir Toby.
800Clown [Singing] [Indicating Sir Toby] "His eyes do show his days are almost done."
Malvolio Is't even so?
Sir Toby [Singing] "But I will never die."
Clown [Singing] Sir Toby, there you lie.
Malvolio This is much credit to you.
805Sir Toby [Singing] [Indicating Malvolio] "Shall I bid him go?"
Clown [Singing] "What an if you do?"
Sir Toby [Singing] "Shall I bid him go, and spare not?"
Clown [Singing] "O no, no, no, no, you dare not!"
Sir Toby [To Malvolio] Out o'tune, sir? Ye lie! Art any more than a 810steward? Dost thou think because thou art virtuous there shall be no more cakes and ale?
Clown Yes, by Saint Anne, and ginger shall be hot i'th'mouth too.
Sir Toby Th'art i'th'right. [To Malvolio] Go, sir, rub your chain with 815crumbs. A stoup of wine, Maria!
Malvolio Mistress Mary, if you prized my lady's favor at anything more than contempt, you would not give means for this uncivil rule. She shall know of it, by this hand.
Exit.
820Maria Go shake your ears!
Sir Andrew '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 Do't, knight. I'll write thee a challenge; or I'll 825deliver thy indignation to him by word of mouth.
Maria Sweet Sir Toby, be patient for tonight. Since the youth of the count's was today with my 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 830him a common recreation, do not think I have wit enough to lie straight in my bed. I know I can do it.
Sir Toby Possess us, possess us, tell us something of him.
Maria Marry, sir, sometimes he is a kind of puritan.
Sir Andrew Oh, if I thought that, I'd beat him like a dog!
835Sir Toby What, for being a puritan? Thy exquisite reason, dear knight?
Sir Andrew I have no exquisite reason for't, but I have reason good enough.
Maria The devil a puritan that he is, or anything 840constantly but a time-pleaser, an affectioned ass, that cons state without book, and utters it by great swaths. 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 him; and on that vice in him will 845my revenge find notable cause to work.
Sir Toby What wilt thou do?
Maria I will drop in his way some obscure epistles of love, wherein by the color of his beard, the shape of his leg, the manner of his gait, the expressure of his eye, 850forehead, 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 Excellent, I smell a device.
855Sir Andrew I have't in my nose too.
Sir Toby He shall think by the letters that thou wilt drop that they come from my niece, and that she's in love with him.
Maria My purpose is indeed a horse of that color.
860Sir Andrew And your horse now would make him an ass.
Maria Ass, I doubt not.
Sir Andrew Oh, 'twill be admirable!
Maria Sport royal, I warrant you. I know my physic will work with him. I will plant you two, and let 865the 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.
Exit.
Sir Toby Good night, Penthesilea!
Sir Andrew Before me, she's a good wench.
870Sir Toby She's a beagle true bred, and one that adores me. What o'that?
Sir Andrew I was adored once, too.
Sir Toby Let's to bed, knight. Thou hadst need send for more money.
875Sir Andrew If I cannot recover your niece, I am a foul way out.
Sir Toby Send for money, knight. If thou hast her not i'th'end, call me cut.
Sir Andrew If I do not, never trust me, take it how you will.
880Sir Toby Come, come, I'll go burn some sack; 'tis too late to go to bed now. Come, knight, come, knight.
Exeunt.
2.4
Enter Orsino, Viola [as Cesario], Curio, and others.
Orsino [To the Musicians] Give me some music. [To the Courtiers] Now good morrow, friends;
885Now, good Cesario--but that piece of song,
That old and antique song we heard last night;
Methought it did relieve my passion much,
More than light airs and recollected terms
Of these most brisk and giddy-pacèd times.
890Come, but one verse.
Curio He is not here, so please your lordship, that
should sing it.
Orsino Who was it?
Curio Feste the jester, my lord, a fool that the Lady 895Olivia's father took much delight in. He is about the house.
Orsino Seek him out, [To the Musicians] and play the tune the while.
[Exit Curio.]
Music plays.
Come hither, boy. If ever thou shalt love,
900In the sweet pangs of it, remember me.
For 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?
905Viola It gives a very echo to the seat
Where love is throned.
Orsino
Thou dost speak masterly;
My life upon't, young though thou art, thine eye
Hath stayed upon some favor that it loves.
910Hath it not, boy?
Viola
A little, by your favor.
Orsino
What kind of woman is't?
Viola
Of your complexion.
Orsino She is not worth thee then. What years, i'faith?
915Viola About your years, my lord.
Orsino Too old, by heaven! Let still the woman take
An elder than her self; so wears she to him,
So sways she level in her husband's heart.
For, boy, however we do praise ourselves,
920Our fancies are more giddy and unfirm,
More longing, wavering, sooner lost and worn,
Than women's are.
Viola
I think it well, my lord.
Orsino Then let thy love be younger than thyself,
925Or thy affection cannot hold the bent;
For women are as roses, whose fair flower
Being once displayed, doth fall that very hour.
Viola And so they are. Alas, that they are so:
To die, even when they to perfection grow.
930
Enter Curio and Clown.
Orsino Oh, fellow, come, the song we had last night.
Mark 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,
935Do use to chant it. It is silly sooth,
And dallies with the innocence of love,
Like the old age.
Clown Are you ready, sir?
Orsino Ay, prithee sing. Music.
940
The Song.
Clown [Singing]
Come away, come away, death,
And in sad cypress let me be laid.
Fie away, fie away, breath,
I am slain by a fair cruel maid.
945My shroud of white, stuck all with yew,
O prepare it.
My part of death no one so true
Did share it.
Not a flower, not a flower sweet,
On my black coffin let there be strewn.
Not a friend, not a friend greet
950My poor corpse, where my bones shall be thrown.
A thousand, thousand sighs to save,
Lay me O where
Sad true lover never find my grave,
To weep there.
Orsino [Giving money] There's for thy pains.
Clown No pains, sir; I take pleasure in singing, sir.
955Orsino I'll pay thy pleasure then.
Clown Truly, sir, and pleasure will be paid, one time or another.
Orsino Give me now leave to leave thee.
Clown Now the melancholy god protect thee, and the 960tailor 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 everything, and their intent everywhere; for that's it that always makes a good voyage of nothing. Farewell.
Exit.
965Orsino
Let all the rest give place.
[All the Courtiers except Viola stand apart.]
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;
The parts that Fortune hath bestowed upon her,
970Tell her I hold as giddily as Fortune;
But 'tis that miracle and queen of gems
That Nature pranks her in, attracts my soul.
Viola But if she cannot love you, sir?
Orsino
I cannot be so answered.
975Viola
Sooth, but you must.
Say that some lady, as perhaps there is,
Hath for your love as great a pang of heart
As you have for Olivia. You cannot love her.
You tell her so. Must she not then be answered?
980Orsino There 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.
Alas, their love may be called appetite,
985No motion of the liver, but the palate,
That suffers surfeit, cloyment, and revolt;
But mine is all as hungry as the sea,
And can digest as much. Make no compare
Between that love a woman can bear me,
990And that I owe Olivia.
Viola
Ay, but I know--
Orsino What dost thou know?
Viola Too well what love women to men may owe.
In faith, they are as true of heart as we.
995My father had a daughter loved a man
As it might be perhaps, were I a woman,
I should your lordship.
Orsino
And what's her history?
Viola A blank, my lord. She never told her love,
1000But let concealment like a worm i'th'bud
Feed on her damask cheek. She pined in thought,
And with a green and yellow melancholy
She sat like Patience on a monument,
Smiling at grief. Was not this love indeed?
1005We 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.
Orsino But died thy sister of her love, my boy?
Viola I am all the daughters of my father's house,
1010And all the brothers too; and yet I know not--
Sir, shall I to this lady?
Orsino
Ay, that's the theme.
To her in haste; [Giving a jewel] give her this jewel; say
My love can give no place, bide no denay.
Exeunt [Viola a different way].
1015
2.5
Enter Sir Toby, Sir Andrew, and Fabian.
Sir Toby Come thy ways, Signor Fabian.
Fabian Nay, I'll come! If I lose a scruple of this sport, let me be boiled to death with melancholy.
1020Sir Toby Wouldst thou not be glad to have the niggardly rascally sheep-biter come by some notable shame?
Fabian I would exult, man! You know he brought me out o'favor with my lady, about a bear-baiting here.
Sir Toby To anger him we'll have the bear again, and 1025we will fool him black and blue--shall we not, Sir Andrew?
Sir Andrew An we do not, it is pity of our lives.
Enter Maria [with a letter].
Sir Toby Here comes the little villain! How now, my 1030metal of India?
Maria Get ye all three into the box-tree. Malvolio's coming down this walk; he has been yonder i'the sun practicing behavior to his own shadow this half hour. Observe him, for the love of mockery, for I know 1035this letter will make a contemplative idiot of him. Close, in the name of jesting! [The men hide.] Lie thou there; [Placing the letter on the stage] for here comes the trout that must be caught with tickling.
Exit.
Enter Malvolio.
Malvolio [To the audience] 'Tis but fortune, all is fortune. Maria once 1040told 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 anyone else that follows her. What should I think on't? [He struts about the stage.]
1045Sir Toby [Aside to Sir Toby and Fabian] [and the audience.] Here's an overweening rogue!
Fabian [Aside] Oh, peace! Contemplation makes a rare turkey-cock of him; how he jets under his advanced plumes!
Sir Andrew [Aside] 'Slight, I could so beat the rogue!
Sir Toby [Aside] Peace, I say!
1050Malvolio To be Count Malvolio!
Sir Toby [Aside] Ah, rogue!
Sir Andrew [Aside] Pistol him, pistol him!
Sir Toby [Aside] Peace, peace!
Malvolio There is example for't: the Lady of the 1055Strachy married the yeoman of the wardrobe.
Sir Andrew [Aside] Fie on him, Jezebel!
Fabian [Aside] Oh, peace, now he's deeply in. Look how imagination blows him.
Malvolio Having been three months married to her, 1060sitting in my state--
Sir Toby [Aside] Oh, for a stone-bow to hit him in the eye!
Malvolio --calling my officers about me, in my branched velvet gown, having come from a day-bed, where I have left Olivia sleeping--
1065Sir Toby [Aside] Fire and brimstone!
Fabian [Aside] Oh, peace, peace!
Malvolio --and then to have the humor of state, and after a demure travel of regard--telling them I know my place, as I would they should do theirs--to ask for my 1070kinsman Toby.
Sir Toby [Aside] Bolts and shackles!
Fabian [Aside] Oh, peace, peace, peace![Malvolio walks near the letter.] Now, now!
Malvolio Seven of my people, with an obedient start, make out for him. I frown the while, and perchance 1075wind up my watch, or play with my--[Realizing he is playing with his steward's chain] some rich jewel. Toby approaches; curtsies there to me--
Sir Toby [Aside] Shall this fellow live!
Fabian [Aside] Though our silence be drawn from us with cars, yet peace!
1080Malvolio --I extend my hand to him, thus; quenching my familiar smile with an austere regard of control--
Sir Toby [Aside] And does not Toby take you a blow o'the lips then?
Malvolio --saying, "Cousin Toby, my fortunes having cast 1085me on your niece give me this prerogative of speech--"
Sir Toby [Aside] What, what!
Malvolio "--you must amend your drunkenness."
Sir Toby [Aside] Out, scab!
Fabian [Aside] Nay, patience, or we break the sinews of our 1090plot!
Malvolio "Besides, you waste the treasure of your time with a foolish knight--"
Sir Andrew [Aside] That's me, I warrant you.
Malvolio "--one Sir Andrew."
1095Sir Andrew [Aside] I knew 'twas I, for many do call me fool.
Malvolio [Seeing and then taking up the letter] What employment have we here?
Fabian [Aside] Now is the woodcock near the gin.
Sir Toby [Aside] Oh, peace, and the spirit of humors intimate reading aloud to him.
1100Malvolio [To the audience, as he examines the outside of the letter] By 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 great P's. It is, in contempt of question, her hand.
Sir Andrew [Aside] Her C's, her U's, and her T's--why that?
Malvolio [Reading]
"To the unknown belovèd, this, and my good wishes."
1105Her very phrases! [Starting to break the seal] By your leave, wax. [Pausing] Soft! And the impressure her Lucrece, with which she uses to seal. 'Tis my lady! To whom should this be?
[He breaks the seal and opens the letter.]
Fabian [Aside] This wins him, liver and all.
Malvolio
"Jove knows I love,
But who?
Lips, do not move,
No 1110man must know."
"No man must know." What follows? The numbers altered. "No man must know." If this should be thee, Malvolio!
Sir Toby [Aside] Marry, hang thee, brock!
Malvolio [Reading]
"I may command, where I adore,
But silence, like a 1115Lucrece knife,
With bloodless stroke my heart doth gore;
M.O.A.I. doth sway my life."
Fabian [Aside] A fustian riddle.
Sir Toby [Aside] Excellent wench, say I.
1120Malvolio "M.O.A.I. doth sway my life." Nay, but first let me see, let me see, let me see.
Fabian [Aside] What dish o'poison has she dressed him!
Sir Toby [Aside] And with what wing the staniel checks at it!
Malvolio "I may command, where I adore." Why, she may 1125command 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 that alphabetical position portend? If I could make that resemble something in me! Softly. "M.O.A.I."
1130Sir Toby [Aside] Oh, ay, make up that! He is now at a cold scent.
Fabian [Aside] Sowter will cry upon't for all this, though it be as rank as a fox.
Malvolio "M." Malvolio! "M," why that begins my name!
Fabian [Aside] Did not I say he would work it out? The cur 1135is excellent at faults.
Malvolio "M." But then there is no consonancy in the sequel. That suffers under probation: "A" should follow, but "O" does.
Fabian [Aside] And "O" shall end, I hope.
1140Sir Toby [Aside] Ay, or I'll cudgel him, and make him cry "O"!
Malvolio And then "I" comes behind.
Fabian [Aside] Ay, an you had any eye behind you, you might see more detraction at your heels than fortunes before you.
1145Malvolio "M.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, here follows prose.
[Reading]
"If this fall into thy hand, revolve. In my stars I am above thee, but be not afraid of greatness. Some 1150are born great, some achieve greatness, and some have greatness thrust upon 'em. Thy fates open their 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, 1155surly with servants; let thy tongue tang arguments of state; put thyself into the 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 1160made if thou desir'st to be so. If not, let me see thee 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 open. I will be 1165proud, I will read politic authors, I will baffle Sir Toby, I will wash off gross acquaintance, I will be point-device the very man. I do not now fool myself, to let imagination jade me; for every reason excites to this, that my lady loves me. She did commend my yellow 1170stockings 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 be strange, stout, in yellow stockings, and cross-gartered, 1175even with the swiftness of putting on. Jove and my stars be praised! Here is yet a postscript. [Reading]
"Thou canst not choose but know who I am. If thou entertain'st 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, 1180I thank thee. I will smile, I will do everything that thou wilt have me.
Exit.
Fabian I will not give my part of this sport for a pension of thousands to be paid from the Sophy.
Sir Toby I could marry this wench for this device--
1185Sir Andrew So could I too.
Sir Toby --and ask no other dowry with her, but such another jest.
Sir Andrew Nor I neither.
Enter Maria.
1190Fabian Here comes my noble gull-catcher.
Sir Toby [Abasing himself on the stage] Wilt thou set thy foot o'my neck?
Sir Andrew [Following suit as Sir Toby rises] Or o'mine either?
Sir Toby Shall I play my freedom at tray-trip, and become thy bondslave?
1195Sir Andrew I'faith, or I either?
Sir Toby Why, thou hast put him in such a dream that when the image of it leaves him he must run mad.
Maria Nay, but say true, does it work upon him?
Sir Toby Like aqua-vitae with a midwife.
1200Maria If 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 color she abhors, and cross-gartered, a fashion she detests; and he will smile upon her, which will now be so unsuitable to her 1205disposition, 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.
[Exit.]
Sir Toby To the gates of Tartarus, thou most excellent devil of wit!
[Exit following Maria.]
1210Sir Andrew I'll make one too.
[Exit following them both.]
3.1
Enter [from different ways] Viola [as Cesario] and Clown [playing on tabor and pipe].
Viola Save thee, friend, and thy music. Dost thou live 1215by thy tabor?
Clown No, sir, I live by the church.
Viola Art thou a churchman?
Clown No such matter, sir. I do live by the church, for I do live at my house, and my house doth stand by the 1220church.
Viola So thou mayst say the king lies by a beggar, if a beggar dwell near him; or the church stands by thy tabor, if thy tabor stand by the church.
Clown You have said, sir. [To the audience as well as Viola] To see this age! A sentence is 1225but a cheverel glove to a good wit: how quickly the wrong side may be turned outward!
Viola Nay, that's certain: they that dally nicely with words may quickly make them wanton.
Clown I would therefore my sister had had no name, sir.
1230Viola Why, man?
Clown Why, sir, her name's a word, and to dally with that word might make my sister wanton. But indeed, words are very rascals since bonds disgraced them.
Viola Thy reason, man?
1235Clown Troth, sir, I can yield you none without words, and words are grown so false I am loath to prove reason with them.
Viola I warrant thou art a merry fellow and car'st for nothing.
1240Clown Not 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.
Viola Art not thou the Lady Olivia's fool?
Clown No indeed, sir! The Lady Olivia has no folly. She 1245will 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.
Viola I saw thee late at the Count Orsino's.
1250Clown Foolery, sir, does walk about the orb like the sun, it shines everywhere. 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.
Viola Nay, an thou pass upon me, I'll no more with 1255thee. Hold, [Giving him a coin] there's expenses for thee.
Clown Now Jove, in his next commodity of hair, send thee a beard.
Viola By my troth, I'll tell thee, I am almost sick for one, [To the audience] though I would not have it grow on my chin. [To the Clown.] Is 1260thy lady within?
Clown [Indicating the coin] Would not a pair of these have bred, sir?
Viola Yes, being kept together, and put to use.
Clown I would play Lord Pandarus of Phrygia, sir, to bring a Cressida to [Displaying the coin] this Troilus.
1265Viola I understand you, sir, 'tis well begged. [Gives another coin.]
Clown The matter, I hope, is not great, sir, begging but a beggar: Cressida was a beggar. My lady is within, sir. I will conster to them whence you come; who you are, and what you would, are out of my welkin--I might say 1270element, but the word is overworn.
Exit.
Viola [To the audience] This 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,
The quality of persons, and the time;
1275And like the haggard, check at every feather
That comes before his eye. This is a practice
As full of labor as a wise man's art:
For folly that he wisely shows, is fit;
But wise men, folly-fall'n, quite taint their wit.
1280
Enter Sir Toby and Sir Andrew.
Sir Toby Save you, gentleman.
Viola And you, sir.
Sir Andrew Dieu vous garde, monsieur.
Viola Et vous aussi; votre serviteur.
1285Sir Andrew I hope, sir, you are, and I am yours.
Sir Toby Will you encounter the house? My niece is desirous you should enter, if your trade be to her.
Viola I am bound to your niece, sir; I mean, she is the list of my voyage.
1290Sir Toby Taste your legs, sir, put them to motion.
Viola My legs do better understand me, sir, than I understand what you mean by bidding me taste my legs.
Sir Toby I mean to go, sir, to enter.
Viola I will answer you with gait and entrance--
Enter Olivia and [Maria].
But we 1295are prevented. [To Olivia] Most excellent accomplished lady, the heavens rain odors on you.
Sir Andrew [To the audience] That youth's a rare courtier: "rain odors"--well.
1300Viola My matter hath no voice, lady, but to your own most pregnant and vouchsafed ear.
Sir Andrew [Writing] "Odors," "pregnant," and "vouchsafed": I'll get 'em all three all ready.
Olivia Let the garden door be shut, and leave me to 1305my hearing.
[Exeunt Maria and Sir Toby, followed by Sir Andrew] [observing Olivia.]
Give me your hand, sir.
[Viola kneels instead to kiss Olivia's hand.]
Viola My duty, madam, and most humble service.
Olivia What is your name?
Viola Cesario is your servant's name, fair princess.
Olivia My servant, sir? 'Twas never merry world
1310Since lowly feigning was called compliment.
Y'are servant to the Count Orsino, youth.
Viola And he is yours, and his must needs be yours:
Your servant's servant is your servant, madam.
Olivia For him, I think not on him; for his thoughts,
1315Would they were blanks, rather than filled with me.
Viola Madam, I come to whet your gentle thoughts
On his behalf.
Olivia
Oh, by your leave, I pray you!
I bade you never speak again of him;
1320But would you undertake another suit,
I had rather hear you to solicit that
Than music from the spheres.
Viola
Dear lady--
Olivia
Give me leave, beseech you. I did send,
1325After the last enchantment you did here,
A 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
1330Which you knew none of yours. What might you think?
Have you not set mine honor at the stake,
And baited it with all th'unmuzzled thoughts
That tyrannous heart can think? To one of your receiving
Enough is shown; a cypress, not a bosom,
1335Hides my heart. So, let me hear you speak.
Viola
I pity you.
Olivia
That's a degree to love.
Viola No, not a grece: for 'tis a vulgar proof
That very oft we pity enemies.
1340Olivia Why then, methinks 'tis time to smile again.
O 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!
Clock strikes.
1345The clock upbraids me with the waste of time.
Be not afraid, good youth, I will not have you;
And yet when wit and youth is come to harvest,
Your wife is like to reap a proper man.
There lies your way, due west.
1350Viola
Then westward ho!
Grace and good disposition attend your ladyship.
You'll nothing, madam, to my lord by me?
Olivia Stay!
I prithee tell me what thou think'st of me?
Viola That you do think you are not what you are.
1355Olivia If I think so, I think the same of you.
Viola Then think you right: [Including the audience] I am not what I am.
Olivia I would you were as I would have you be.
Viola Would it be better, madam, than I am?
I wish it might, for now I am your fool!
1360Olivia [To the audience] Oh, what a deal of scorn looks beautiful
In the contempt and anger of his lip!
A murd'rous guilt shows not itself more soon,
Than love that would seem hid. Love's night is noon.
[To Viola] Cesario, by the roses of the spring,
1365By maidhood, honor, truth, and everything,
I 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;
1370But rather reason thus with reason fetter:
Love sought is good, but giv'n unsought is better.
Viola By innocence I swear, and by my youth,
I have one heart, one bosom, and one truth,
And that no woman has; nor never none
1375Shall mistress be of it, save I alone.
And so adieu, good madam; never more
Will I my master's tears to you deplore.
Olivia Yet come again--for thou perhaps mayst move
That heart, which now abhors, to like his love.
Exeunt [different ways].
1380
3.2
Enter Sir Andrew, [followed by] Sir Toby and Fabian.
Sir Andrew No, faith, I'll not stay a jot longer!
Sir Toby Thy reason, dear venom, give thy reason.
Fabian You must needs yield your reason, Sir 1385Andrew!
Sir Andrew Marry, I saw your niece do more favors to the count's serving-man than ever she bestowed upon me. I saw't i'th'orchard.
Sir Toby Did she see thee the while, old boy, tell me that?
1390Sir Andrew As plain as I see you now.
Fabian This was a great argument of love in her toward you.
Sir Andrew 'Slight, will you make an ass o'me?
Fabian I will prove it legitimate, sir, upon the oaths of 1395judgment and reason.
Sir Toby And they have been grand-jurymen since before Noah was a sailor.
Fabian She did show favor to the youth in your sight only to exasperate you, to awake your dormouse valor, 1400to 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 have banged the youth into dumbness. This was looked for at your hand, and this was balked. The double gilt of this 1405opportunity 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 on a Dutchman's beard, unless you do redeem it by some laudable attempt, either of valor or policy.
1410Sir Andrew An't be any way, it must be with valor, for policy I hate.[To the audience] I had as lief be a Brownist, as a politician.
Sir Toby Why then, build me thy fortunes upon the basis of valor. Challenge me the count's youth to fight with him, 1415hurt 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 commendation with women than report of valor.
Fabian There is no way but this, Sir Andrew.
1420Sir Andrew Will either of you bear me a challenge to him?
Sir Toby Go, write it in a martial hand. Be cursed and brief. It is no matter how witty, so it be eloquent, and full of invention. Taunt him with the license of ink. If thou "thou'st" him some thrice, it shall not be amiss; and as 1425many 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! Let there be gall enough in thy ink; though thou write with a goose-pen, no matter. About it!
1430Sir Andrew Where shall I find you?
Sir Toby We'll call thee at thy cubiculo. Go!
Exit Sir Andrew.
Fabian This is a dear manikin to you, Sir Toby.
Sir Toby I have been dear to him, lad, some two thousand 1435strong, or so.
Fabian We shall have a rare letter from him--but you'll not deliver't?
Sir Toby Never trust me then; and by all means stir on the youth to an answer. I think oxen and wainropes 1440cannot 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 th'anatomy.
Fabian And his opposite, the youth, bears in his visage no great presage of cruelty.
1445
Enter Maria.
Sir Toby Look where the youngest wren of nine comes.
Maria If you desire the spleen, and will laugh your selves into stitches, follow me. Yond gull Malvolio is turned heathen, a very renegado; for there is no Christian 1450that means to be saved by believing rightly can ever believe such impossible passages of grossness. He's in yellow stockings!
Sir Toby And cross-gartered?
Maria Most villainously, like a pedant that keeps a 1455school i'th'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 augmentation of the Indies; you have not seen such a thing as 'tis. I can 1460hardly forbear hurling things at him; I know my lady will strike him. If she do, he'll smile, and take't for a great favor.
Sir Toby Come, bring us, bring us where he is!
Exeunt omnes.
1465
3.3
Enter Sebastian and Antonio.
Sebastian I would not by my will have troubled you,
But since you make your pleasure of your pains,
I will no further chide you.
1470Antonio I could not stay behind you. My desire,
More sharp than filèd 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,
1475Being skilless in these parts, which to a stranger,
Unguided and unfriended, often prove
Rough and unhospitable. My willing love,
The rather by these arguments of fear,
Set forth in your pursuit.
1480Sebastian
My kind Antonio,
I can no other answer make but thanks,
And thanks, and ever thanks; and oft good turns
Are shuffled off with such uncurrent pay.
But were my worth, as is my conscience, firm,
1485You should find better dealing. What's to do?
Shall we go see the relics of this town?
Antonio Tomorrow, sir; best first go see your lodging.
Sebastian I am not weary, and 'tis long to night.
I pray you, let us satisfy our eyes
1490With the memorials and the things of fame
That do renown this city.
Antonio
Would you'd pardon me.
I do not without danger walk these streets.
Once in a sea-fight 'gainst the count his galleys
1495I did some service, of such note indeed
That were I ta'en here it would scarce be answered.
Sebastian Belike you slew great number of his people.
Antonio Th'offence is not of such a bloody nature,
Albeit the quality of the time and quarrel
1500Might well have given us bloody argument.
It might have since been answered 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 lapsèd in this place,
1505I shall pay dear.
Sebastian
Do not then walk too open.
Antonio It 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,
1510Whiles you beguile the time, and feed your knowledge
With viewing of the town. There shall you have me.
Sebastian Why I your purse?
Antonio Haply your eye shall light upon some toy
You have desire to purchase; and your store,
1515I think, is not for idle markets, sir.
Sebastian I'll be your purse-bearer, and leave you for
An hour.
Antonio
To th'Elephant.
Sebastian
I do remember.
Exeunt [different ways].
1520
3.4
Enter Olivia and Maria [following].
Olivia [To the audience] I 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 begged or borrowed.
1525I speak too loud--
[To Maria] Where's Malvolio? He is sad and civil,
And suits well for a servant with my fortunes.
Where is Malvolio?
Maria He's coming, madam, but in very strange manner. He is sure possessed, madam.
1530Olivia Why, what's the matter? Does he rave?
Maria No, 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.
Olivia
Go call him hither. [Maria starts to exit.]
I am as mad as he,
If sad and merry madness equal be. 1535Enter Malvolio [smiling, in yellow stockings, and cross-gartered].
How now, Malvolio!
Malvolio Sweet lady, ho, ho!
1540Olivia Smil'st thou? I sent for thee upon a sad occasion.
Malvolio Sad, 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 1545sonnet is, [Singing] "Please one, and please all."
[He kisses his hand to her repeatedly.]
Olivia Why, how dost thou, man? What is the matter with thee?
Malvolio Not black in my mind, though yellow in my legs. [Holding up letter] It did come to his hands, and commands shall 1550be executed. I think we do know the sweet roman hand.
Olivia Wilt thou go to bed, Malvolio?
Malvolio To bed! [Singing] "Ay, sweetheart, and I'll come to thee."
Olivia God comfort thee! Why dost thou smile so, and 1555kiss thy hand so oft?
Maria How do you, Malvolio?
Malvolio [To Maria, scornfully] At your request? Yes, nightingales answer daws!
Maria Why appear you with this ridiculous 1560boldness before my lady?
Malvolio [To Olivia] "Be not afraid of greatness": 'twas well writ.
Olivia What mean'st thou by that, Malvolio?
Malvolio "Some are born great--"
Olivia Ha?
1565Malvolio "--some achieve greatness--"
Olivia What say'st thou?
Malvolio "--and some have greatness thrust upon them."
Olivia Heaven restore thee!
Malvolio "Remember who commended thy yellow 1570stockings--"
Olivia Thy yellow stockings?
Malvolio "--and wished to see thee cross-gartered."
Olivia Cross-gartered?
Malvolio "Go to, thou art made, if thou desir'st to be so--"
1575Olivia Am I made?
Malvolio "--if not, let me see thee a servant still."
Olivia [To the audience] Why, this is very midsummer madness.
Enter Servant.
Servant Madam, the young gentleman of the Count 1580Orsino's is returned; I could hardly entreat him back. He attends your ladyship's pleasure.
Olivia I'll come to him. [Exit Servant.] Good Maria, let this fellow be looked to. Where's my cousin Toby? Let some of my people have a special care 1585of him; I would not have him miscarry for the half of my dowry.
Exit [following Servant, Maria a different way].
Malvolio Oh ho, do you come near me now? [To the audience] No worse man than Sir Toby to look to me! This concurs directly with the letter. She sends him on purpose, that I may 1590appear stubborn to him; for she incites me to that in 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 1595manner how: as, a sad face, 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 after my 1600degree, but "fellow." Why, everything 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 prospect of my hopes. Well Jove, not I, 1605is the doer of this, and he is to be thanked.
Enter Sir Toby, Fabian, and Maria.
Sir Toby [Pretending not to see Malvolio] Which 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.
1610Fabian Here he is, here he is. [To Malvolio] How is't with you, sir? How is't with you, man?
Malvolio Go off, I discard you. Let me enjoy my private. Go off!
Maria [To Sir Toby and Fabian, aloud, to be overheard] Lo, how hollow the fiend speaks within him! 1615Did not I tell you? Sir Toby, my lady prays you to have a care of him.
Malvolio [Aside]Ah ha! Does she so?
Sir Toby [To them, aloud] Go to, go to. Peace, peace, we must deal gently with him. Let me alone. [Approaching Malvolio] How do you, Malvolio? 1620How is't with you? What, man, defy the devil; consider, he's an enemy to mankind.
Malvolio Do you know what you say?
Maria [To them, aloud] La you, an you speak ill of the devil, how he takes it at heart! Pray God he be not bewitched!
1625Fabian [To them, aloud] Carry his water to th'wise woman.
Maria [To them, aloud] Marry, and it shall be done tomorrow morning if I live. My lady would not lose him for more than I'll say.
Malvolio How now, mistress?
1630Maria [To them, aloud] Oh Lord!
Sir Toby [To them, aloud] Prithee hold thy peace, this is not the way. Do you not see you move him? Let me alone with him.
Fabian [To them, aloud] No way but gentleness; gently, gently. The fiend is rough, and will not be roughly used.
1635Sir Toby [Approaching Malvolio]Why, how now, my bawcock? How dost thou, chuck?
Malvolio Sir!
Sir Toby Ay, biddy, come with me. What, man, 'tis not for gravity to play at cherry-pit with Satan. Hang him, foul collier!
1640Maria [To them, aloud] Get him to say his prayers, good Sir Toby, get him to pray.
Malvolio My prayers, minx!
Maria [To them, aloud] No, I warrant you, he will not hear of godliness.
1645Malvolio Go hang yourselves all! You are idle, shallow things; I am not of your element. You shall know more hereafter.
Exit.
Sir Toby [Laughing] Is't possible?
Fabian [Including the audience] If this were played upon a stage now, I could 1650condemn it as an improbable fiction!
Sir Toby His very genius hath taken the infection of the device, man.
Maria Nay, pursue him now, lest the device take air, and taint.
1655Fabian Why, we shall make him mad indeed.
Maria The house will be the quieter.
Sir Toby Come, 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, till our 1660very 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.
Enter Sir Andrew [with a challenge].
But see, but see!
Fabian More matter for a May morning!
1665Sir Andrew Here's the challenge, read it. I warrant there's vinegar and pepper in't.
Fabian [Taking the challenge] Is't so saucy?
Sir Andrew Ay, is't, I warrant him! Do but read.
Sir Toby Give me. [Taking the challenge and reading] 1670
"Youth, whatsoever thou art, thou art but a scurvy fellow."
Fabian [To Sir Andrew] Good, and valiant.
Sir Toby [Reading]
"Wonder not, nor admire not in thy mind, why I do call thee so, for I will show thee no reason for't."
Fabian [To Sir Andrew] A good note: that keeps you from the blow of the law.
1675Sir Toby [Reading]
"Thou com'st 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."
Fabian Very brief, and to exceeding good sense--[Aside] less.
Sir Toby [Reading]
"I will waylay thee going home, where if it be thy chance 1680to kill me--"
Fabian Good.
Sir Toby [Reading]
"--thou kill'st me like a rogue and a villain."
Fabian [To Sir Andrew] Still you keep o'th'windy side of the law. Good.
Sir Toby [Reading]
"Fare thee well, and God have mercy upon one of our 1685souls. 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."
Sir Toby If this letter move him not, his legs cannot. I'll giv't him.
1690Maria You may have very fit occasion for't; he is now in some commerce with my lady, and will by and by depart.
Sir Toby Go, Sir Andrew; scout me for him at the corner of the orchard like a bum-baily. So soon as ever thou 1695see'st him, draw. And as thou draw'st, 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!
1700Sir Andrew Nay, let me alone for swearing.
Exit.
Sir Toby Now 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 1705letter, being so excellently ignorant, will breed no terror in the youth; he will find it comes from a clodpoll. But, sir, I will deliver his challenge by word of mouth, set upon Aguecheek a notable report of valor, and drive the gentleman (as I know his youth will aptly receive it) 1710into 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.
Enter Olivia and Viola [as Cesario].
Fabian Here he comes with your niece; give them way 1715till he take leave, and presently after him.
Sir Toby I will meditate the while upon some horrid message for a challenge.
[Exeunt Sir Toby, Fabian and Maria.]
Olivia I have said too much unto a heart of stone,
And laid mine honor too unchary on't;
1720There's something in me that reproves my fault,
But such a headstrong potent fault it is,
That it but mocks reproof.
Viola With the same havior that your passion bears
Goes on my master's griefs.
1725Olivia Here, wear this jewel for me, 'tis my picture--
Refuse it not, [Giving the jewel] it hath no tongue to vex you--
And I beseech you come again tomorrow.
What shall you ask of me that I'll deny,
That, honor saved, may upon asking give?
1730Viola Nothing but this: your true love for my master.
Olivia How with mine honor may I give him that
Which I have giv'n to you?
Viola
I will acquit you.
Olivia Well, come again tomorrow. Fare thee well,
1735A fiend like thee might bear my soul to hell.
[Exit Olivia.]
Enter Sir Toby and Fabian.
Sir Toby Gentleman, god save thee.
Viola And you, sir.
Sir Toby That defense thou hast, betake thee to't. Of what 1740nature the wrongs are thou hast done him, I know not; but thy interceptor, 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.
1745Viola You mistake, sir; I am sure no man hath any quarrel to me. My remembrance is very free and clear from any image of offence done to any man.
Sir Toby You'll find it otherwise, I assure you. Therefore, if you hold your life at any price, betake you to your guard; 1750for your opposite hath in him what youth, strength, skill, and wrath can furnish man withal.
Viola I pray you, sir, what is he?
Sir Toby He is knight, dubbed with unhatched rapier and on carpet consideration, but he is a devil in private brawl. 1755Souls and bodies hath he divorced three, and his incensement at this moment is so implacable that satisfaction can be none but by pangs of death and sepulcher. "Hob, nob" is his word: giv't or take't.
Viola I will return again into the house, and desire 1760some conduct of the lady. I am no fighter. I have heard of some kind of men that put quarrels purposely on others to taste their valor; belike this is a man of that quirk.
[As Viola starts to exit, Sir Toby blocks her way.]
Sir Toby Sir, no. His indignation derives itself out of a 1765very competent injury; therefore get you on, and give 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 1770forswear to wear iron about you.
Viola [To the audience] This is as uncivil as strange. [To Sir Toby] 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.
1775Sir Toby I will do so. [To Fabian] Signor Fabian, stay you by this gentleman till my return.
Exit [Sir] Toby.
Viola Pray you, sir, do you know of this matter?
Fabian I know the knight is incensed against you, even to a mortal arbitrament, but nothing of the circumstance 1780more.
Viola I beseech you, what manner of man is he?
Fabian Nothing of that wonderful promise, to read him by his form, as you are like to find him in the proof of his valor. He is indeed, sir, the most skilful, bloody, and 1785fatal opposite that you could possibly have found in any part of Illyria. Will you walk towards him? [Viola hesitates.] I will make your peace with him, if I can.
Viola I shall be much bound to you for't. I am one that had rather go with sir priest than sir knight; I care 1790not who knows so much of my mettle.
Exeunt.[or withdraw.]
Enter [Sir] Toby and [Sir] Andrew.
Sir Toby Why, man, he's a very devil, I have not seen such a virago. I had a pass with him, rapier, scabbard, and all, and he gives me the stuck in with such a mortal motion 1795that it is inevitable; and on the answer, he pays you as surely as your feet hits the ground they step on. They say he has been fencer to the Sophy.
Sir Andrew Pox on't, I'll not meddle with him!
Sir Toby Ay, but he will not now be pacified; [Pointing towards Viola and Fabian] 1800Fabian can scarce hold him yonder.
Sir Andrew Plague on't, an I thought he had been valiant, and so cunning in fence, I'd have seen him damned ere I'd have challenged him. Let him let the matter slip, and I'll give him my horse, gray Capilet.
1805Sir Toby I'll make the motion. Stand here, make a good show on't; this shall end without the perdition of souls. [Aside] Marry, I'll ride your horse as well as I ride you.
Enter Fabian and Viola.[or they come forward.]
[To Fabian] I have his horse to take up the quarrel. I have persuaded 1810him the youth's a devil.
Fabian [Indicating Viola] He is as horribly conceited of him; and pants and looks pale, as if a bear were at his heels.
Sir Toby [To Viola] There's no remedy, sir; he will fight with you for's oath sake. Marry, he hath better bethought him of his 1815quarrel, 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.
Viola [To the audience] Pray God defend me! A little thing would make me tell them how much I lack of a man.
1820Fabian [To Viola] Give ground if you see him furious.
Sir Toby Come, Sir Andrew, there's no remedy, the gentleman will for his honor's sake have one bout with you. He cannot by the duello avoid it. But he has promised me, as he is a gentleman and a soldier, he will not hurt 1825you. [To them both] Come on, to't.
Sir Andrew Pray God he keep his oath!
Enter Antonio [observing Sir Andrew and Viola drawn].
Viola [To Sir Andrew] I do assure you, 'tis against my will.
Antonio [To Sir Andrew, drawing] Put up your sword! If this young gentleman
1830Have done offence, I take the fault on me;
If you offend him, I for him defy you.
Sir Toby You, sir? Why, what are you?
Antonio One, sir, that for his love dares yet do more
Than you have heard him brag to you he will.
1835Sir Toby [Drawing ] Nay, if you be an undertaker, I am for you.
Enter Officers.
Fabian O good Sir Toby, hold! Here come the officers.
Sir Toby [To Antonio] I'll be with you anon.
[They sheathe their swords.]
Viola [To Sir Andrew] Pray sir, put your sword up, if you please.
1840Sir Andrew Marry, will I, sir; [Sheathing his sword] and for that I promised you, I'll be as good as my word. He will bear you easily, and reins well.
First Officer [To Second Officer] This is the man; do thy office.
Second Officer Antonio, I arrest thee at the suit
Of Count Orsino.
First Officer No, sir, no jot. I know your favor well,
Though now you have no sea-cap on your head.
Take him away; he knows I know him well.
Antonio I must obey. [To Viola] This comes with seeking you;
1850But 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
Than what befalls myself. You stand amazed,
1855But be of comfort.
Second Officer Come, sir, away.
Antonio I must entreat of you some of that money.
Viola What money, sir?
For the fair kindness you have showed me here,
1860And 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.
Hold, [Offering a few coins] there's half my coffer.
1865Antonio [Rejecting them] Will 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
As to upbraid you with those kindnesses
1870That I have done for you.
Nor know I you by voice or any feature.
I hate ingratitude more in a man
Than lying, vainness, babbling drunkenness,
1875Or any taint of vice whose strong corruption
Inhabits our frail blood.
Second Officer Come, sir, I pray you go.
Antonio Let me speak a little. This youth that you see here
1880I snatched 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 Officer What's that to us? The time goes by. Away!
1885Antonio But O, how vile an idol proves this god!
[To Viola] Thou hast, Sebastian, done good feature shame.
In nature, there's no blemish but the mind;
None can be called deformed but the unkind.
Virtue is beauty, but the beauteous evil
1890Are empty trunks, o'er-flourished by the devil!
First Officer The man grows mad; away with him. [To Antonio] Come, come, sir!
Antonio Lead me on.
Exit [Antonio guarded by Officers].
Viola [To the audience] Methinks his words do from such passion fly
1895That 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 Come hither, knight, come hither, Fabian. We'll whisper o'er a couplet or two of most sage saws.
[They stand apart.]
1900Viola [To the audience] He named Sebastian! I my brother know
Yet living in my glass. Even such and so
In favor was my brother, and he went
Still in this fashion, color, ornament,
For him I imitate. O, if it prove,
1905Tempests are kind, and salt waves fresh in love.
[Exit.]
Sir Toby A 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.
1910Fabian A coward, a most devout coward, religious in it.
Sir Andrew 'Slid, I'll after him again, and beat him.
Sir Toby Do, cuff him soundly, but never draw thy sword.
Sir Andrew An I do not--
[Exit following Viola.]
1915Fabian Come, let's see the event.
Sir Toby I dare lay any money 'twill be nothing yet.
Exit [Sir Toby and Fabian] [following Sir Andrew].
4.1
Enter Sebastian and Clown [following].
Clown Will you make me believe that I am not sent for 1920you?
Sebastian Go to, go to, thou art a foolish fellow,
Let me be clear of thee.
Clown Well held out i'faith! No, I do not know you, nor I am not sent to you by my lady, to bid you come 1925speak with her; nor your name is not Master Cesario; nor this is not my nose neither. Nothing that is so, is so.
Sebastian I prithee vent thy folly somewhere else,
Thou know'st not me.
Clown Vent my folly! [To the audience] He has heard that word of some 1930great man, and now applies it to a fool. Vent my folly! I am afraid this great lubber the world will prove a cockney. [To Sebastian] I prithee now, ungird thy strangeness, and tell me what I shall vent to my lady. Shall I vent to her that thou art coming?
1935Sebastian I prithee, foolish Greek, depart from me. [Giving a coin]
There's money for thee; If you tarry longer,
[Threatening a blow] I shall give worse payment.
Clown By my troth, thou hast an open hand. [To the audience] These wise men that give fools money get themselves a good 1940report--after fourteen years' purchase!
Enter Sir Andrew, Sir Toby, and Fabian.
Sir Andrew Now, sir, have I met you again? There's for you!
[He strikes Sebastian.]
Sebastian Why, there's for thee, and there, and there!
[He beats Sir Andrew with the handle of his dagger.]
[To the audience] Are all the people mad?
1945Sir Toby [Seizing Sebastian] Hold, sir, or I'll throw your dagger o'er the house.
Clown [To the audience] This will I tell my lady straight; [To them] I would not be in some of your coats for twopence.
[Exit.]
Sir Toby Come on, sir, hold!
Sir Andrew Nay, let him alone. I'll go another way to work 1950with 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.
Sebastian [To Sir Toby] Let go thy hand!
Sir Toby Come, sir, I will not let you go. Come, my young 1955soldier, put up your iron. You are well fleshed. Come on!
Sebastian I will be free from thee. [He breaks free and draws his sword.] What wouldst thou now?
If thou dar'st tempt me further, draw thy sword.
Sir Toby [Drawing] What, what! Nay then, I must have an ounce or 1960two of this malapert blood from you.
Enter Olivia.
Olivia Hold, Toby! On thy life I charge thee, hold!
Sir Toby Madam.
Olivia Will it be ever thus? Ungracious wretch,
1965Fit for the mountains and the barbarous caves,
Where manners ne'er were preached! Out of my sight!
[To Sebastian] Be not offended, dear Cesario.
[To Sir Toby] Rudesby, be gone! [Exeunt Sir Toby, Sir Andrew and Fabian.] [To Sebastian] I prithee, gentle friend,
Let thy fair wisdom, not thy passion, sway
1970In this uncivil and unjust extent
Against thy peace. Go with me to my house,
And hear thou there how many fruitless pranks
This ruffian hath botched up, that thou thereby
Mayst smile at this. Thou shalt not choose but go;
1975Do not deny. Beshrew his soul for me,
He started one poor heart of mine in thee.
Sebastian [To the audience] What 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;
1980If it be thus to dream, still let me sleep!
Olivia Nay, come, I prithee; would thou'dst be ruled by me!
Sebastian
Madam, I will.
Olivia
O say so, and so be. Exeunt.
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.
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!
Clown [In the voice of Sir Topaz] What ho, I say. Peace in this prison.
Sir Toby [To the audience or Maria] The knave counterfeits well: a good knave.
2005
Malvolio within.
Malvolio [Within] Who calls there?
Clown Sir Topaz the curate, who comes to visit Malvolio the lunatic.
Malvolio [Within] Sir Topaz, Sir Topaz, good Sir Topaz, go to my 2010lady.
Clown Out, hyperbolical fiend! How vexest thou this man! Talkest thou nothing but of ladies?
Sir Toby [Aside to Clown] Well said, Master Parson!
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?
Malvolio [Within] As hell, Sir Topaz.
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?
Malvolio [Within] I am not mad, Sir Topaz; I say to you this house is dark.
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, thoughignorance 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.
2035Clown What is the opinion of Pythagoras concerning wildfowl?
Malvolio [Within] That the soul of our grandam might haply inhabit a bird.
Clown What think'st thou of his opinion?
2040Malvolio [Within] I think nobly of the soul, and no way approve 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.
Malvolio [Within] Sir Topaz, Sir Topaz!
Sir Toby My most exquisite Sir Topaz!
Clown Nay, I am for all waters.
Maria Thou mightst have done this without thy beard 2050and gown; he sees thee not.
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].
Clown [Singing]
Hey Robin, jolly Robin,
Tell me how thy lady does.
Malvolio [Within] Fool!
2060Clown
My lady is unkind, perdie.
Malvolio [Within] Fool!
Clown
Alas, why is she so?
Malvolio [Within] Fool, I say!
Clown
She loves another--
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?
2070Malvolio [Within] Ay, good fool.
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.
Clown But as well? Then you are mad indeed, if you be 2075no better in your wits than a fool.
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.
Malvolio [Within] Sir Topaz!
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.
Malvolio [Within] Fool! Fool! Fool, I say!
Clown Alas, sir, be patient. What say you, sir? I am shent for speaking to you.
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.
Clown I will help you to't. But tell me true, are you not mad indeed, or do you but counterfeit?
2100Malvolio [Within] Believe me, I am not, I tell thee true.
Clown Nay, I'll ne'er believe a madman till I see his brains! I will fetch you light, and paper, and ink.
Malvolio [Within] Fool, I'll requite it in the highest degree. I prithee, be gone!
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.
4.3
Enter Sebastian.
2115Sebastian [To the audience] This is the air, that is the glorious sun,
[Indicating the pearl] 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?
I could not find him at the Elephant,
2120Yet 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)
That this may be some error, but no madness,
2125Yet 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
To any other trust but that I am mad,
2130Or 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
As I perceive she does. There's something in't
2135That is deceivable.
Enter Olivia, and Priest.
But here the lady comes.
Olivia Blame 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,
2140And 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
2145What time we will our celebration keep
According to my birth. What do you say?
Sebastian I'll follow this good man, and go with you,
And having sworn truth, ever will be true.
Olivia Then lead the way, good father, and heavens so shine
2150That they may fairly note this act of mine.
Exeunt.
5.1
Enter Clown [with a letter] and Fabian.
Fabian Now as thou lov'st me, let me see his letter.
2155Clown Good Master Fabian, grant me another request.
Fabian Anything.
Clown Do not desire to see this letter.
Fabian This is to give a dog, and in recompense desire my dog again.
2160
Enter Orsino, Viola [as Cesario], Curio, and Lords.
Orsino Belong you to the Lady Olivia, friends?
Clown Ay, sir, we are some of her trappings.
Orsino I know thee well. How dost thou, my good fellow?
2165Clown Truly, sir, the better for my foes, and the worse for my friends.
Orsino Just the contrary; the better for thy friends.
Clown No, sir, the worse.
Orsino How can that be?
2170Clown Marry, 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 make your two affirmatives, why 2175then, the worse for my friends and the better for my foes.
Orsino Why, this is excellent.
Clown By my troth, sir, no; though it please you to be one of my friends.
Orsino Thou shalt not be the worse for me; there's gold.
[Orsino gives him a gold coin.]
2180Clown But that it would be double-dealing, sir, I would you could make it another.
Orsino O you give me ill counsel.
Clown Put your grace in your pocket, sir, for this once, and let your flesh and blood obey it.
2185Orsino Well, I will be so much a sinner to be a double-dealer; there's another. [Orsino gives him another gold coin.]
Clown Primo, secundo, tertio is a good play; and the old saying is, "the third pays for all"; the triplex, sir, is a good tripping measure; or the bells of Saint Bennet, sir, may put 2190you in mind: one, two, three.
Orsino You 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 my bounty further.
2195Clown Marry, 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 will awake it anon.
Exit.
2200
Enter Antonio and Officers [guarding him].
Viola Here comes the man, sir, that did rescue me.
Orsino That face of his I do remember well;
Yet when I saw it last, it was besmeared
As black as Vulcan in the smoke of war.
2205A baubling vessel was he captain of,
For shallow draught and bulk, unprizable;
With which such scatheful grapple did he make
With the most noble bottom of our fleet,
That very envy, and the tongue of loss,
2210Cried fame and honor on him. What's the matter?
First Officer Orsino, 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.
2215Here in the streets, desperate of shame and state,
In private brabble did we apprehend him.
Viola He did me kindness, sir, drew on my side,
But in conclusion put strange speech upon me;
I know not what 'twas, but distraction.
2220Orsino Notable pirate, thou saltwater thief,
What foolish boldness brought thee to their mercies
Whom thou, in terms so bloody and so dear,
Hast made thine enemies?
Antonio
Orsino, noble sir,
2225Be 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
2230From the rude sea's enraged and foamy mouth
Did I redeem. A wrack 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
2235Did 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,
2240Taught him to face me out of his acquaintance,
And grew a twenty years' removèd thing
While one would wink; denied me mine own purse,
Which I had recommended to his use
Not half an hour before.
2245Viola
How can this be?
Orsino When came he to this town?
Antonio Today, my lord; and for three months before,
No int'rim, not a minute's vacancy,
Both day and night did we keep company.
2250
Enter Olivia and Attendants.
Orsino Here comes the countess, now heaven walks on earth.
[To Antonio] But for thee, fellow--fellow, thy words are madness.
Three months this youth hath tended upon me;
2255But more of that anon. [To Officers] Take him aside.
Olivia What would my lord, but that he may not have,
Wherein Olivia may seem serviceable?
[To Viola] Cesario, you do not keep promise with me.
[Viola and Orsino speak at the same time.]
Viola Madam--
2260Orsino Gracious Olivia--
Olivia What do you say, Cesario? [Silencing Orsino] Good my lord.
Viola My lord would speak, my duty hushes me.
Olivia If it be aught to the old tune, my lord,
It is as fat and fulsome to mine ear
2265As howling after music.
Orsino
Still so cruel?
Olivia
Still so constant, lord.
Orsino What, to perverseness? You uncivil lady,
To whose ingrate and unauspicious altars
2270My soul the faithfull'st off'rings have breathed out
That e'er devotion tendered! What shall I do?
Olivia Even what it please my lord, that shall become him
Orsino Why should I not, had I the heart to do it,
Like to th'Egyptian thief at point of death,
2275Kill what I love?--a savage jealousy,
That sometime savors nobly. But hear me this:
Since you to non-regardance cast my faith,
And that I partly know the instrument
That screws me from my true place in your favor,
2280Live you the marble-breasted tyrant still.
But [Seizing Viola] this your minion, whom I know you love,
And whom, by heaven, I swear I tender dearly,
Him will I tear out of that cruel eye
Where he sits crownèd in his master's spite.
2285Come, boy, with me; my thoughts are ripe in mischief.
I'll sacrifice the lamb that I do love,
To spite a raven's heart within a dove.
[He moves to exit with Viola.]
Viola And I most jocund, apt, and willingly,
To do you rest, a thousand deaths would die.
2290Olivia
Where goes Cesario?
Viola
After him I love
More 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
2295Punish my life, for tainting of my love.
Olivia Ay me, detested! How am I beguiled!
Viola Who does beguile you? Who does do you wrong?
Olivia Hast thou forgot thyself? Is it so long?
Call forth the holy father.
[Exit an Attendant.]
2300Orsino
[To Cesario] Come, away.
Olivia Whither, my lord? Cesario, husband, stay!
Orsino
Husband?
Olivia
Ay, husband. Can he that deny?
Orsino
Her husband, sirrah?
2305Viola
No, my lord, not I.
Olivia Alas, it is the baseness of thy fear
That makes thee strangle thy propriety.
Fear not, Cesario, take thy fortunes up,
Be that thou know'st thou art, and then thou art
2310As great as that thou fear'st.
Enter Priest.
O welcome, father!
Father, I charge thee by thy reverence
Here to unfold (though lately we intended
2315To keep in darkness what occasion now
Reveals before 'tis ripe) what thou dost know
Hath newly passed between this youth and me.
Priest A contract of eternal bond of love,
Confirmed by mutual joinder of your hands,
2320Attested by the holy close of lips,
Strengthened by interchangement of your rings,
And all the ceremony of this compact
Sealed in my function, by my testimony;
Since when, my watch hath told me, toward my grave
2325I have travelled but two hours.
Orsino [To Viola] O thou dissembling cub! What wilt thou be
When time hath sowed a grizzle on thy case?
Or will not else thy craft so quickly grow
That thine own trip shall be thine overthrow?
2330Farewell, and take her, but direct thy feet
Where thou and I henceforth may never meet.
Viola
My lord, I do protest--
Olivia
O, do not swear,
Hold little faith, though thou hast too much fear.
2335
Enter Sir Andrew [with his head bloody].
Sir Andrew For the love of God, a surgeon! Send one presently to Sir Toby.
Olivia What's the matter?
Sir Andrew He's broke my head across, and has given Sir 2340Toby a bloody coxcomb too. For the love of God, your help! I had rather than forty pound I were at home.
Olivia Who has done this, Sir Andrew?
Sir Andrew The count's gentleman, one Cesario. We took him for a coward, but he's the very devil incardinate.
2345Orsino My gentleman Cesario?
Sir Andrew [Seeing Viola] [and recoiling in fear]. 'Od's lifelings, here he is! [To her] You broke my head for nothing; and that that I did, I was set on to do't by Sir Toby.
Viola Why do you speak to me? I never hurt you.
2350You drew your sword upon me without cause,
But I bespake you fair, and hurt you not.
Enter Sir Toby [limping, his head bloody,] and [supported by] Clown.
Sir Andrew If a bloody coxcomb be a hurt, you have hurt me; I think you set nothing by a bloody coxcomb. 2355Here 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.
Orsino How now, gentleman? How is't with you?
Sir Toby That's all one, he's hurt me, and there's th'end on't. 2360[To Clown] Sot, didst see Dick Surgeon, sot?
Clown Oh, he's drunk, Sir Toby, an hour agone; his eyes were set at eight i'th'morning.
Sir Toby Then he's a rogue, and a passy-measures pavan. I hate a drunken rogue.
2365Olivia Away with him! Who hath made this havocwith them?
Sir Andrew I'll help you, Sir Toby, because we'll be dressed together.
Sir Toby Will you help? An ass-head, and a coxcomb, and 2370a knave? A thin-faced knave, a gull!
Olivia Get him to bed, and let his hurt be looked to.
[Exeunt Sir Toby and Sir Andrew led off by Clown and Fabian.]
Enter Sebastian. [Everyone else observes the identically dressed Sebastian and Viola.]
Sebastian I am sorry, madam, I have hurt your kinsman;
But had it been the brother of my blood,
2375I 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.
Pardon me, sweet one, even for the vows
We made each other but so late ago.
2380Orsino One face, one voice, one habit, and two persons:
A natural perspective, that is, and is not!
Sebastian Antonio! Oh, my dear Antonio,
How have the hours racked and tortured me
Since I have lost thee!
2385Antonio
Sebastian, are you?
Sebastian
Fear'st thou that, Antonio?
Antonio How have you made division of yourself?
An apple cleft in two is not more twin
Than these two creatures. Which is Sebastian?
2390Olivia Most wonderful.
Sebastian [Seeing Viola] Do I stand there? I never had a brother;
Nor can there be that deity in my nature
Of here and everywhere. I had a sister,
Whom the blind waves and surges have devoured.
2395Of charity, what kin are you to me?
What countryman? What name? What parentage?
Viola Of Messaline. Sebastian was my father.
Such a Sebastian was my brother too;
So went he suited to his watery tomb.
2400If spirits can assume both form and suit,
You come to fright us.
Sebastian
A spirit I am indeed,
But am in that dimension grossly clad
Which from the womb I did participate.
2405Were you a woman, as the rest goes even,
I should my tears let fall upon your cheek,
And say, "Thrice welcome, drownèd Viola."
Viola My father had a mole upon his brow.
Sebastian And so had mine.
2410Viola And died that day when Viola from her birth
Had numbered thirteen years.
Sebastian Oh, that record is lively in my soul.
He finishèd indeed his mortal act
That day that made my sister thirteen years.
2415Viola If nothing lets to make us happy both,
But this my masculine usurped attire,
Do not embrace me, till each circumstance
Of place, time, fortune, do cohere and jump
That I am Viola; which to confirm,
2420I'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.
All the occurrence of my fortune since
Hath been between this lady and this lord.
2425Sebastian [To Olivia] So comes it, lady, you have been mistook.
But nature to her bias drew in that.
You would have been contracted to a maid;
Nor are you therein, by my life, deceived:
You are betrothed both to a maid and man.
2430Orsino [To Olivia] Be 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 wrack.
[To Viola] Boy, thou hast said to me a thousand times
Thou never shouldst love woman like to me.
2435Viola And all those sayings will I overswear,
And all those swearings keep as true in soul
As doth that orbèd continent the fire
That severs day from night.
Orsino
Give me thy hand,
2440And let me see thee in thy woman's weeds.
Viola The captain that did bring me first on shore
Hath my maid's garments; he upon some action
Is now in durance, at Malvolio's suit,
A gentleman and follower of my lady's.
2445Olivia He shall enlarge him. Fetch Malvolio hither--
And yet, alas, now I remember me,
They say, poor gentleman, he's much distract.
Enter Clown with a letter, and Fabian.
A most extracting frenzy of mine own
2450From my remembrance clearly banished his.
[To Clown] How does he, sirrah?
Clown Truly, madam, he holds Beelzebub at the stave's end as well as a man in his case may do. He's here writ a letter to you. I should have given't you today morning, but as a 2455madman's epistles are no gospels, so it skills not much when they are delivered.
Olivia Open't, and read it.
Clown Look then to be well edified, when the fool delivers the madman. [Reading madly]
"By the Lord, madam--"
2460Olivia How now, art thou mad?
Clown No, madam, I do but read madness. An your ladyship will have it as it ought to be, you must allow vox.
Olivia Prithee, read i'thy right wits.
2465Clown So I do, madonna. But to read his right wits is to read thus. Therefore perpend, my princess, and give ear.
[Clown prepares to read madly again; Olivia seizes the letter and gives it to Fabian.]
Olivia [To Fabian] Read it you, sirrah.
Fabian (Reads.)
"By the Lord, madam, you wrong me, and 2470the world shall know it. Though you have put me into darkness, and given your drunken cousin rule over me, yet have I the benefit of my senses as well as your ladyship. I have your own letter, that induced me to the semblance I put on; with the which I doubt not but to 2475do 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."
Olivia Did he write this?
Clown Ay, madam.
2480Orsino This savors not much of distraction.
Olivia See him delivered, Fabian, bring him hither.
[Exit Fabian.]
[To Orsino] My Lord, so please you, these things further thought on,
To think me as well a sister as a wife,
One day shall crown th'alliance on't, so please you,
2485Here at my house, and at my proper cost.
Orsino Madam, I am most apt t'embrace your offer.
[To Viola] Your master quits you; and for your service done him,
So much against the mettle of your sex,
So far beneath your soft and tender breeding,
2490And since you called me master for so long,
Here is my hand; you shall from this time be
Your master's mistress.
Olivia
A sister, you are she!
Enter [Fabian and] Malvolio [with Maria's letter].
2495Orsino
Is this the madman?
Olivia
Ay, my lord, this same.
[To Malvolio] How now, Malvolio?
Malvolio
Madam, you have done me wrong,
Notorious wrong.
Olivia
Have I, Malvolio? No.
2500Malvolio Lady, you have. Pray you peruse that letter.
[Giving her the letter] You must not now deny it is your hand.
Write from it if you can, in hand, or phrase,
Or say 'tis not your seal, not your invention.
You can say none of this. Well, grant it then,
2505And tell me, in the modesty of honor,
Why you have given me such clear lights of favor,
Bade me come smiling and cross-gartered to you,
To put on yellow stockings, and to frown
Upon Sir Toby, and the lighter people;
2510And acting this in an obedient hope,
Why have you suffered me to be imprisoned,
Kept in a dark house, visited by the priest,
And made the most notorious geck and gull
That ere invention played on? Tell me, why?
2515Olivia Alas, Malvolio, this is not my writing,
Though I confess much like the character;
But out of question, 'tis Maria's hand.
And now I do bethink me, it was she
First told me thou wast mad; then cam'st in smiling,
2520And in such forms which here were presupposed
Upon thee in the letter. Prithee, be content.
This practice hath most shrewdly past upon thee;
But when we know the grounds and authors of it,
Thou shalt be both the plaintiff and the judge
2525Of thine own cause.
Fabian
Good madam, hear me speak,
And let no quarrel, nor no brawl to come,
Taint the condition of this present hour,
Which I have wondered at. In hope it shall not,
2530Most freely I confess myself and Toby
Set this device against Malvolio here,
Upon some stubborn and uncourteous parts
We had conceived against him. Maria writ
The letter, at Sir Toby's great importance,
2535In recompense whereof he hath married her.
How with a sportful malice it was followed
May rather pluck on laughter than revenge,
If that the injuries be justly weighed
That have on both sides passed.
2540Olivia [To Malvolio] Alas, poor fool, how have they baffled thee!
Clown [To Malvolio] Why, "Some are born great, some achieve greatness, and some have greatness thrown upon them." I was one, sir, in this interlude, one Sir Topaz, sir; but that's all one. "By the Lord, fool, I am not mad!" But do you 2545remember: "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.
Malvolio I'll be revenged on the whole pack of you!
[Exit.]
Olivia He hath been most notoriously abused.
2550Orsino [To Fabian] Pursue him, and entreat him to a peace. [Exit Fabian.]
He hath not told us of the captain yet.
When that is known, and golden time convents,
A solemn combination shall be made
Of our dear souls. [To Olivia] Meantime, sweet sister,
2555We will not part from hence. [To Viola] Cesario, come--
For so you shall be while you are a man;
But when in other habits you are seen,
Orsino's mistress, and his fancy's queen.
Exeunt [all except Clown].
2560Clown (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,
For the rain it raineth every day.
But when I came to man's estate,
2565With hey, ho, the wind and the rain,
'Gainst knaves and thieves men shut their gate,
For the rain it raineth every day.
But when I came, alas, to wive,
With hey, ho, the wind and the rain,
2570By swaggering could I never thrive,
For the rain it raineth every day.
But when I came unto my beds,
With hey, ho, the wind and the rain,
With tosspots still 'had drunken heads,
2575For the rain it raineth every day.
A great while ago the world begun,
With hey, ho, the wind and the rain,
But that's all one, our play is done,
And we'll strive to please you every day.
[Exit.]