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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)

    295Scena Quinta.
    Enter Maria, and Clowne.
    Ma. Nay, either tell me where thou hast bin, or I will
    not open my lippes so wide as a brissle may enter, in way
    of thy excuse: my Lady will hang thee for thy absence.
    300Clo. Let her hang me: hee that is well hang'de in this
    world, needs to feare no colours.
    Ma. Make that good.
    Clo. He shall see none to feare.
    Ma. A good lenton answer: I can tell thee where yt
    305saying was borne, of I feare no colours.
    Clo. Where good mistris Mary?
    Ma. In the warrs, & that may you be bolde to say in
    your foolerie.
    Clo. Well, God giue them wisedome that haue it: &
    310those that are fooles, let them vse their talents.
    Ma. Yet you will be hang'd for being so long absent,
    or to be turn'd away: is not that as good as a hanging to
    you?
    Clo. Many a good hanging, preuents a bad marriage:
    315and for turning away, let summer beare it out.
    Ma. You are resolute then?
    Clo. Not so neyther, but I am resolu'd on two points
    Ma. That if one breake, the other will hold: or if both
    breake, your gaskins fall.
    320Clo. Apt in good faith, very apt: well go thy way, if
    sir Toby would leaue drinking, thou wert as witty a piece
    of Eues flesh, as any in Illyria.
    Ma. Peace you rogue, no more o'that: here comes my
    Lady: make your excuse wisely, you were best.
    325Enter Lady Oliuia, with Maluolio.
    Clo. Wit, and't be thy will, put me into good fooling:
    those wits that thinke they haue thee, doe very oft proue
    fooles: and I that am sure I lacke thee, may passe for a
    wise man. For what saies Quinapalus, Better a witty foole,
    330then a foolish wit. God blesse thee Lady.
    Ol. Take the foole away.
    Clo. Do you not heare fellowes, take away the Ladie.
    Ol. Go too, y'are a dry foole: Ile no more of you: be-
    sides you grow dis-honest.
    335Clo. Two faults Madona, that drinke & good counsell
    wil amend: for giue the dry foole drink, then is the foole
    not dry: bid the dishonest man mend himself, if he mend,
    he is no longer dishonest; if hee cannot, let the Botcher
    mend him: any thing that's mended, is but patch'd: vertu
    340that transgresses, is but patcht with sinne, and sin that a-
    mends, is but patcht with vertue. If that this simple
    Sillogisme will serue, so: if it will not, vvhat remedy?
    Y3 As
    258 Twelfe Night, or, What you will.
    As there is no true Cuckold but calamity, so beauties a
    flower; The Lady bad take away the foole, therefore I
    345say againe, take her away.
    Ol. Sir, I bad them take away you.
    Clo. Misprision in the highest degree. Lady, Cucullus
    non facit monachum: that's as much to say, as I weare not
    motley in my braine: good Madona, giue mee leaue to
    350proue you a foole.
    Ol. Can you do it?
    Clo. Dexteriously, good Madona.
    Ol. Make your proofe.
    Clo. I must catechize you for it Madona, Good my
    355Mouse of vertue answer mee.
    Ol. Well sir, for want of other idlenesse, Ile bide your
    proofe.
    Clo. Good Madona, why mournst thou?
    Ol. Good foole, for my brothers death.
    360Clo. I thinke his soule is in hell, Madona.
    Ol. I know his soule is in heauen, foole.
    Clo. The more foole (Madona) to mourne for your
    Brothers soule, being in heauen. Take away the Foole,
    Gentlemen.
    365Ol. What thinke you of this foole Maluolio, doth he
    not mend?
    Mal. Yes, and shall do, till the pangs of death shake
    him: Infirmity that decaies the wise, doth euer make the
    better foole.
    370Clow. God send you sir, a speedie Infirmity, for the
    better increasing your folly: Sir Toby will be sworn that
    I am no Fox, but he wil not passe his word for two pence
    that you are no Foole.
    Ol. How say you to that Maluolio?
    375Mal. I maruell your Ladyship takes delight in such
    a barren rascall: I saw him put down the other day, with
    an ordinary foole, that has no more braine then a stone.
    Looke you now, he's out of his gard already: vnles you
    laugh and minister occasion to him, he is gag'd. I protest
    380I take these Wisemen, that crow so at these set kinde of
    fooles, no better then the fooles Zanies.
    Ol. O you are sicke of selfe-loue Maluolio, and taste
    with a distemper'd appetite. To be generous, guitlesse,
    and of free disposition, is to take those things for Bird-
    385bolts, that you deeme Cannon bullets: There is no slan-
    der in an allow'd foole, though he do nothing but rayle;
    nor no rayling, in a knowne discreet man, though hee do
    nothing but reproue.
    Clo. Now Mercury indue thee with leasing, for thou
    390speak'st well of fooles.
    Enter Maria.
    Mar. Madam, there is at the gate, a young Gentle-
    man, much desires to speake with you.
    Ol. From the Count Orsino, is it?
    395Ma I know not (Madam) 'tis a faire young man, and
    well attended.
    Ol. Who of my people hold him in delay:
    Ma. Sir Toby Madam, your kinsman.
    Ol. Fetch him off I pray you, he speakes nothing but
    400madman: Fie on him. Go you Maluolio; If it be a suit
    from the Count, I am sicke, or not at home. What you
    will, to dismisse it. Exit Maluo.
    Now you see sir, how your fooling growes old, & peo-
    ple dislike it.
    405Clo. Thou hast spoke for vs (Madona) as if thy eldest
    sonne should be a foole: whose scull, Ioue cramme with
    braines, for heere he comes. Enter Sir Toby.
    One of thy kin has a most weake Pia-mater.
    Ol. By mine honor halfe drunke. What is he at the
    410gate Cosin?
    To. A Gentleman.
    Ol. A Gentleman? What Gentleman?
    To. 'Tis a Gentleman heere. A plague o'these pickle
    herring: How now Sot.
    415Clo. Good Sir Toby.
    Ol. Cosin, Cosin, how haue you come so earely by
    this Lethargie?
    To. Letcherie, I defie Letchery: there's one at the
    gate.
    420Ol. I marry, what is he?
    To. Let him be the diuell and he will, I care not: giue
    me faith say I. Well, it's all one. Exit
    Ol. What's a drunken man like, foole?
    Clo. Like a drown'd man, a foole, and a madde man:
    425One draught aboue heate, makes him a foole, the second
    maddes him, and a third drownes him.
    Ol. Go thou and seeke the Crowner, and let him sitte
    o'my Coz: for he's in the third degree of drinke: hee's
    drown'd: go looke after him.
    430Clo. He is but mad yet Madona, and the foole shall
    looke to the madman.
    Enter Maluolio.
    Mal. Madam, yond young fellow sweares hee will
    speake with you. I told him you were sicke, he takes on
    435him to vnderstand so much, and therefore comes to speak
    with you. I told him you were asleepe, he seems to haue
    a fore knowledge of that too, and therefore comes to
    speake with you. What is to be said to him Ladie, hee's
    fortified against any deniall.
    440Ol. Tell him, he shall not speake with me.
    Mal. Ha's beene told so: and hee sayos hee'l stand at
    your doore like a Sheriffes post, and be the supporter to
    a bench, but hee'l speake with you.
    Ol. What kinde o'man is he?
    445Mal. Why of mankinde.
    Ol. What manner of man?
    Mal. Of verie ill manner: hee'l speake with you, will
    you, or no.
    Ol. Of what personage, and yeeres is he?
    450Mal. Not yet old enough for a man, nor yong enough
    for a boy: as a squash is before tis a pescod, or a Codling
    when tis almost an Apple: Tis with him in standing wa-
    ter, betweene boy and man. He is verie well-fauour'd,
    and he speakes verie shrewishly: One would thinke his
    455mothers milke were scarse out of him.
    Ol. Let him approach: Call in my Gentlewoman.'
    Mal. Gentlewoman, my Lady calles. Exit.
    Enter Maria.
    Ol. Giue me my vaile: come throw it ore my face,
    460Wee'l once more heare Orsinos Embassie.
    Enter Violenta.
    Vio. The honorable Ladie of the house, which is she?
    Ol. Speake to me, I shall answer for her: your will.
    Vio. Most radiant, exquisite, and vnmatchable beau-
    465tie. I pray you tell me if this bee the Lady of the house,
    for I neuer saw her. I would bee loath to cast away my
    speech: for besides that it is excellently well pend, I haue
    taken great paines to con it. Good Beauties, let mee su-
    staine no scorne; I am very comptible, euen to the least
    470sinister vsage.
    Ol. Whence came you sir?
    Vio. I can say little more then I haue studied, & that
    question's out of my part. Good gentle one, giue mee
    modest assurance, if you be the Ladie of the house, that
    I
    Twelfe Night, or, What you will. 259
    475may proceede in my speech.
    Ol. Are you a Comedian?
    Vio. No my profound heart: and yet (by the verie
    phangs of malice, I sweare) I am not that I play. Are you
    the Ladie of the house?
    480Ol. If I do not vsurpe my selfe, I am.
    Vio. Most certaine, if you are she, you do vsurp your
    selfe: for what is yours to bestowe, is, not yours to re-
    serue. But this is from my Commission: I will on with
    my speech in your praise, and then shew you the heart of
    485my message.
    Ol. Come to what is important in't: I forgiue you
    the praise.
    Vio. Alas, I tooke great paines to studie it, and 'tis
    Poeticall.
    490Ol. It is the more like to be feigned, I pray you keep
    it in. I heard you were sawcy at my gates, & allowd your
    approach rather to wonder at you, then to heare you. If
    you be not mad, be gone: if you haue reason, be breefe:
    'tis not that time of Moone with me, to make one in so
    495skipping a dialogue.
    Ma. Will you hoyst sayle sir, here lies your way.
    Vio. No good swabber, I am to hull here a little lon-
    ger. Some mollification for your Giant, sweete Ladie;
    tell me your minde, I am a messenger.
    500Ol. Sure you haue some hiddeous matter to deliuer,
    when the curtesie of it is so fearefull. Speake your office.
    Vio. It alone concernes your eare: I bring no ouer-
    ture of warre, no taxation of homage; I hold the Olyffe
    in my hand: my words are as full of peace, as matter.
    505Ol. Yet you began rudely. What are you?
    What would you?
    Vio. The rudenesse that hath appear'd in mee, haue I
    learn'd from my entertainment. What I am, and what I
    would, are as secret as maiden-head: to your eares, Di-
    510uinity; to any others, prophanation.
    Ol. Giue vs the place alone,
    We will heare this diuinitie. Now sir, what is your text?
    Vio. Most sweet Ladie.
    Ol. A comfortable doctrine, and much may bee saide
    515of it. Where lies your Text?
    Vio. In Orsinoes bosome.
    Ol. In his bosome? In what chapter of his bosome?
    Vio. To answer by the method, in the first of his hart.
    Ol. O, I haue read it: it is heresie. Haue you no more
    520to say?
    Vio. Good Madam, let me see your face.
    Ol. Haue 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 shew you the picture.
    525Looke you sir, such a one I was this present: Ist not well
    done?
    Vio. Excellently done, if God did all.
    Ol. 'Tis in graine sir, 'twill endure winde and wea-
    ther.
    530Vio. Tis beauty truly blent, whose red and white,
    Natures owne sweet, and cunning hand laid on:
    Lady, you are the cruell'st shee aliue,
    If you will leade these graces to the graue,
    And leaue the world no copie.
    535Ol. O sir, I will not be so hard-hearted: I will giue
    out diuers scedules of my beautie. It shalbe Inuentoried
    and euery particle and vtensile labell'd to my will: As,
    Item two lippes indifferent redde, Item two grey eyes,
    with lids to them: Item, one necke, one chin, & so forth.
    540Were you sent hither to praise me?
    Vio. I see you what you are, you are too proud:
    But if you were the diuell, you are faire:
    My Lord, and master loues you: O such loue
    Could be but recompenc'd, though you were crown'd
    545The non-pareil of beautie.
    Ol. How does he loue me?
    Vio. With adorations, fertill teares,
    With groanes that thunder loue, with sighes of fire.
    Ol. Your Lord does know my mind, I cannot loue him
    550Yet I suppose him vertuous, know him noble,
    Of great estate, of fresh and stainlesse youth;
    In voyces well divulg'd, free, learn'd, and valiant,
    And in dimension, and the shape of nature,
    A gracious person; But yet I cannot loue him:
    555He might haue tooke his answer long ago.
    Vio. If I did loue you in my masters flame,
    With such a suffring, such a deadly life:
    In your deniall, I would finde no sence,
    I would not vnderstand it.
    560Ol. Why, what would you?
    Vio. Make me a willow Cabine at your gate,
    And call vpon my soule within the house,
    Write loyall Cantons of contemned loue,
    And sing them lowd euen in the dead of night:
    565Hallow your name to the reuerberate hilles,
    And make the babling Gossip of the aire,
    Cry out Oliuia: O you should not rest
    Betweene the elements of ayre, and earth,
    But you should pittie me.
    570Ol. You might do much:
    What is your Parentage?
    Vio. Aboue my fortunes, yet my state is well:
    I am a Gentleman.
    Ol. Get you to your Lord:
    575I cannot loue him: let him send no more,
    Vnlesse (perchance) you come to me againe,
    To tell me how he takes it: Fare you well:
    I thanke you for your paines: spend this for mee.
    Vio. I am no feede poast, Lady; keepe your purse,
    580My Master, not my selfe, lackes recompence.
    Loue make his heart of flint, that you shal loue,
    And let your feruour like my masters be,
    Plac'd in contempt: Farwell fayre crueltie. Exit
    Ol. What is your Parentage?
    585Aboue my fortunes, yet my state is well;
    I am a Gentleman. Ile be sworne thou art,
    Thy tongue, thy face, thy limbes, actions, and spirit,
    Do giue thee fiue-fold blazon: not too fast: soft, soft,
    Vnlesse the Master were the man. How now?
    590Euen so quickly may one catch the plague?
    Me thinkes I feele this youths perfections
    With an inuisible, and subtle stealth
    To creepe in at mine eyes. Well, let it be.
    What hoa, Maluolio.
    595Enter Maluolio.
    Mal. Heere Madam, at your seruice.
    Ol. Run after that same peeuish Messenger
    The Countes man: he left this Ring behinde him
    Would I, or not: tell him, Ile none of it.
    600Desire him not to flatter with his Lord,
    Nor hold him vp with hopes, I am not for him:
    If that the youth will come this way to morrow,
    Ile giue him reasons for't: hie thee Maluolio.
    Mal. Madam, I will. Exit.
    605Ol. I do I know not what, and feare to finde
    Mine eye too great a flatterer for my minde:
    Fate
    260Twelfe Night, or, What you will.
    Fate, shew thy force, our selues we do not owe,
    What is decreed, must be: and be this so.
    Finis, Actus primus.
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