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  • Title: Twelfth Night (Folio 1, 1623)
  • Editors: David Carnegie, Mark Houlahan
  • ISBN: 978-1-55058-372-4

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    Author: William Shakespeare
    Editors: David Carnegie, Mark Houlahan
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    Twelfth Night (Folio 1, 1623)

    Twelfe Night, or, What you will.
    1485You should finde better dealing: what's to do?
    Shall we go see the reliques of this Towne?
    Ant. To morrow sir, best first go see your Lodging?
    Seb. I am not weary, and 'tis long to night
    I pray you let vs satisfie our eyes
    1490With the memorials, and the things of fame
    That do renowne this City.
    Ant. Would youl'd pardon me:
    I do not without danger walke these streetes.
    Once in a sea-fight 'gainst the Count his gallies,
    1495I did some seruice, of such note indeede,
    That were I tane heere, it would scarse be answer'd.
    Seb. Belike you slew great number of his people.
    Ant. Th offence is not of such a bloody nature,
    Albeit the quality of the time, and quarrell
    1500Might well haue giuen vs bloody argument:
    It might haue since bene answer'd in repaying
    What we tooke from them, which for Traffiques sake
    Most of our City did. Onely my selfe stood out,
    For which if I be lapsed in this place
    1505I shall pay deere.
    Seb. Do not then walke too open.
    Ant. It doth not fit me: hold sir, here's my purse,
    In the South Suburbes at the Elephant
    Is best to lodge: I will bespeake our dyet,
    1510Whiles you beguile the time, and feed your knowledge
    With viewing of the Towne, there shall you haue me.
    Seb. Why I your purse?
    Ant. Haply your eye shall light vpon some toy
    You haue desire to purchase: and your store
    1515I thinke is not for idle Markets, sir.
    Seb. Ile be your purse-bearer, and leaue you
    For an houre.
    Ant. To th'Elephant.
    Seb. I do remember.

    Scœna Quarta.

    Enter Oliuia and Maria.

    Ol. I haue sent after him, he sayes hee'l come:
    How shall I feast him? What bestow of him?
    For youth is bought more oft, then begg'd, or borrow'd.
    1525I speake too loud: Where's Maluolio, he is sad, and ciuill,
    And suites well for a seruant with my fortunes,
    Where is Maluolio?
    Mar. He's comming Madame:
    But in very strange manner. He is sure possest Madam.
    1530Ol. Why what's the matter, does he raue?
    Mar. No Madam, he does nothing but smile: your La-
    dyship were best to haue some guard about you, if hee
    come, for sure the man is tainted in's wits.
    Ol. Go call him hither.

    Enter Maluolio.
    I am as madde as hee,
    If sad and merry madnesse equall bee.
    How now Maluolio?
    Mal. Sweet Lady, ho, ho.
    1540Ol. Smil'st thou? I sent for thee vpon a sad occasion.
    Mal. Sad Lady, I could be sad:
    This does make some obstruction in the blood:
    This crosse-gartering, but what of that?
    If it please the eye of one, it is with me as the very true
    1545Sonnet is: Please one, and please all.
    Mal. Why how doest thou man?
    What is the matter with thee?
    Mal. Not blacke in my minde, though yellow in my
    legges: It did come to his hands, and Commaunds shall
    1550be executed. I thinke we doe know the sweet Romane
    Ol. Wilt thou go to bed Maluolio?
    Mal. To bed? I sweet heart, and Ile come to thee.
    Ol. God comfort thee: Why dost thou smile so, and
    1555kisse thy hand so oft?
    Mar. How do you Maluolio?
    Maluo. At your request:
    Yes Nightingales answere Dawes.
    Mar. Why appeare you with this ridiculous bold-
    1560nesse before my Lady.
    Mal. Be not afraid of greatnesse: 'twas well writ.
    Ol. What meanst thou by that Maluolio?
    Mal. Some are borne great.
    Ol. Ha?
    1565Mal. Some atcheeue greatnesse.
    Ol. What sayst thou?
    Mal. And some haue greatnesse thrust vpon them.
    Ol. Heauen restore thee.
    Mal. Remember who commended thy yellow stock-
    Ol. Thy yellow stockings?
    Mal. And wish'd to see thee crosse garter'd.
    Ol. Crosse garter'd?
    Mal. Go too, thou art made, if thou desir'st to be so.
    1575Ol. Am I made?
    Mal. If not, ler me see thee a seruant still.
    Ol. Why this is verie Midsommer madnesse.

    Enter Seruant.

    Ser. Madame, the young Gentleman of the Count
    1580Orsino's is return'd, I could hardly entreate him backe: he
    attends your Ladyships pleasure.
    Ol. Ile come to him.
    Good Maria, let this fellow be look d too. Where's my
    Cosine Toby, let some of my people haue a speciall care
    1585of him, I would not haue him miscarrie for the halfe of
    my Dowry.
    Mal. Oh ho, do you come neere me now: no worse
    man then sir Toby to looke to me. This concurres direct-
    ly with the Letter, she sends him on purpose, that I may
    1590appeare stubborne to him: for she incites me to that in
    the Letter. Cast thy humble slough sayes she: be oppo-
    site with a Kinsman, surly with seruants, let thy tongue
    langer with arguments of state, put thy selfe into the
    tricke of singularity: and consequently setts downe the
    1595manner how: as a sad face, a reuerend carriage, a slow
    tongue, in the habite of some Sir of note, and so foorth.
    I haue lymde her, but it is Ioues doing, and Ioue make me
    thankefull. And when she went away now, let this Fel-
    low be look'd too: Fellow? not Maluolio, nor after my
    1600degree, but Fellow. Why euery thing adheres togither,
    that no dramme of a scruple, no scruple of a scruple, no
    obstacle, no incredulous or vnsafe circumstance: What
    can be saide? Nothing that can be, can come betweene
    me, and the full prospect of my hopes. Well Ioue, not I,
    1605is the doer of this, and he is to be thanked.

    Enter Toby, Fabian, and Maria.
    Twelfe Night, or, What you will.