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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
    Peer Reviewed

    Twelfth Night (Folio 1, 1623)

    274 Twelfe Night, or, What you will.
    Ol. Get him to bed, and let his hurt be look'd too.
    Enter Sebastian.
    Seb. I am sorry Madam I haue hurt your kinsman:
    But had it beene the brother of my blood,
    2375I must haue done no lesse with wit and safety.
    You throw a strange regard vpon me, and by that
    I do perceiue it hath offended you:
    Pardon me (sweet one) euen for the vowes
    We made each other, but so late ago.
    2380Du. One face, one voice, one habit, and two persons,
    A naturall Perspectiue, that is, and is not.
    Seb. Anthonio: O my deere Anthonio,
    How haue the houres rack'd, and tortur'd me,
    Since I haue lost thee?
    2385Ant. Sebastian are you?
    Seb. Fear'st thou that Anthonio?
    Ant. How haue you made diuision of your selfe,
    An apple cleft in two, is not more twin
    Then these two creatures. Which is Sebastian?
    2390Ol. Most wonderfull.
    Seb. Do I stand there? I neuer had a brother:
    Nor can there be that Deity in my nature
    Of heere, and euery where. I had a sister,
    Whom the blinde waues and surges haue deuour'd:
    2395Of charity, what kinne are you to me?
    What Countreyman? What name? What Parentage?
    Vio. Of Messaline: Sebastian was my Father,
    Such a Sebastian was my brother too:
    So went he suited to his watery tombe:
    2400If spirits can assume both forme and suite,
    You come to fright vs.
    Seb. A spirit I am indeed,
    But am in that dimension grossely clad,
    Which from the wombe I did participate.
    2405Were you a woman, as the rest goes euen,
    I should my teares let fall vpon your cheeke,
    And say, thrice welcome drowned Viola.
    Vio. My father had a moale vpon his brow.
    Seb. And so had mine.
    2410Vio. And dide that day when Viola from her birth
    Had numbred thirteene yeares.
    Seb. O that record is liuely in my soule,
    He finished indeed his mortall acte
    That day that made my sister thirteene yeares.
    2415Vio. If nothing lets to make vs happie both,
    But this my masculine vsurp'd attyre:
    Do not embrace me, till each circumstance,
    Of place, time, fortune, do co-here and iumpe
    That I am Viola, which to confirme,
    2420Ile bring you to a Captaine in this Towne,
    Where lye my maiden weeds: by whose gentle helpe,
    I was preseru'd to serue this Noble Count:
    All the occurrence of my fortune since
    Hath beene betweene this Lady, and this Lord.
    2425Seb. So comes it Lady, you haue beene mistooke:
    But Nature to her bias drew in that.
    You would haue bin contracted to a Maid,
    Nor are you therein (by my life) deceiu'd,
    You are betroth'd both to a maid and man.
    2430Du. Be not amaz'd, right noble is his blood:
    If this be so, as yet the glasse seemes true,
    I shall haue share in this most happy wracke,
    Boy, thou hast saide to me a thousand times,
    Thou neuer should'st loue woman like to me.
    2435Vio. And all those sayings, will I ouer sweare,
    And all those swearings keepe as true in soule,
    As doth that Orbed Continent, the fire,
    That seuers day from night.
    Du. Giue me thy hand,
    2440And let me see thee in thy womans weedes.
    Vio. The Captaine that did bring me first on shore
    Hath my Maides garments: he vpon some Action
    Is now in durance, at Maluolio's suite,
    A Gentleman, and follower of my Ladies.
    2445Ol. He shall inlarge him: fetch Maluolio hither,
    And yet alas, now I remember me,
    They say poore Gentleman, he's much distract.
    Enter Clowne with a Letter, and Fabian.
    A most extracting frensie of mine owne
    2450From my remembrance, clearly banisht his.
    How does he sirrah?
    Cl. Truely Madam, he holds Belzebub at the staues end as
    well as a man in his case may do: has heere writ a letter to
    you, I should haue giuen't you to day morning. But as a
    2455madmans Epistles are no Gospels, so it skilles not much
    when they are deliuer'd.
    Ol. Open't, and read it.
    Clo. Looke then to be well edified, when the Foole
    deliuers the Madman. By the Lord Madam.
    2460Ol. How now, art thou mad?
    Clo. No Madam, I do but reade madnesse: and your
    Ladyship will haue it as it ought to bee, you must allow
    Vox.
    Ol. Prethee reade i'thy right wits.
    2465Clo. So I do Madona: but to reade his right wits, is to
    reade thus: therefore, perpend my Princesse, and giue
    eare.
    Ol. Read it you, sirrah.
    Fab. Reads. By the Lord Madam, you wrong me, and
    2470the world shall know it: Though you haue put mee into
    darkenesse, and giuen your drunken Cosine rule ouer me,
    yet haue I the benefit of my senses as well as your Ladie-
    ship. I haue your owne letter, that induced mee to the
    semblance I put on; with the which I doubt not, but to
    2475do my selfe much right, or you much shame: thinke of
    me as you please. I leaue my duty a little vnthought of,
    and speake out of my iniury. The madly vs'd Maluolio.
    Ol. Did he write this?
    Clo. I Madame.
    2480Du. This sauours not much of distraction.
    Ol. See him deliuer'd Fabian, bring him hither:
    My Lord, so please you, these things further thought on,
    To thinke me as well a sister, as a wife,
    One day shall crowne th'alliance on't, so please you,
    2485Heere at my house, and at my proper cost.
    Du. Madam, I am most apt t'embrace your offer:
    Your Master quits you: and for your seruice done him,
    So much against the mettle of your sex,
    So farre beneath your soft and tender breeding,
    2490And since you call'd me Master, for so long:
    Heere is my hand, you shall from this time bee
    Your Masters Mistris.
    Ol. A sister, you are she.
    Enter Maluolio.
    2495Du. Is this the Madman?
    Ol. I my Lord, this same: How now Maluolio?
    Mal. Madam, you haue done me wrong,
    Notorious wrong.
    Ol. Haue I Maluolio? No.
    2500Mal. Lady you haue, pray you peruse that Letter.
    You must not now denie it is your hand,
    Write from it if you can, in hand, or phrase,
    Or
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